Chapter 212 Response (from the cloud recommended more than 200,000 votes)

  Tuesday Lang has sold out all the tofu. Now he is selling bamboo weaving. At a glance, he can see the lotus leaf buns in their arms. There is no way, the aroma is floating from there.

  Thinking of the high prices of food now, Lang couldn’t help but whispered on Tuesday, “Don’t spend money outside. Let’s bear it, and we will go back soon. Tomorrow we will bring our own dry food.”

  The main reason is that they didn't expect prices to soar in the county, otherwise they must have brought their own dry food.

   "By the way, how much is the bun now?"

  Saturday Lang: "Two pennies each."

  "Meat Bun?"

   "No, plain package."

  Tuesday Lang stared, "Doubled?"

  Man Baoxin nodded sadly, “Second brother, the brother who just sold steamed buns said that the price of rice has risen to thirty-two liters.”

  Tuesday Lang was silent for a while, then turned around and said, "Hurry up, eat, and go home."

  Anyway, I can’t sell one of these bamboo weaves for a long time, so I might as well go home.

  They haven’t been out for a long time, and they don’t know that the outside world has become like this. They have to hurry back to the village and tell the old man.

  Man Bao grabbed the buns and ate deliciously, sat on the cart and staggered home before eating and drinking.

  Lao Zhoutou heard that the price of food outside was soaring, and he was silent for a long time and said: "Order some food at home and save some food."

  Man Bao sat beside him, looking up at him with his head up.

  Lao Zhoutou touched her little head and said: "Save some a day, it can save your life at a critical time, Manbao, you are going to endure hardship."

   "I'm not afraid of hardship!" Man Bao squeezed his small fist and said: "Don't worry, father, I will make a lot of money."

  Lao Zhou said in a daze: “Sometimes if you have money, you can’t buy food. I just hope that this year’s autumn tax county government will give us a favor and allow us to use money instead of food.”

  Otherwise, the price of food will only rise but not fall, and they will not be able to buy it even if they have money. Just thinking about the autumn taxes that the family had to pay, Lao Zhou could not help shaking.

  At this moment, the head of Zhou felt that it would be no good to have more sons in the family, and the autumn taxes to be paid were several times that of other families.

  Lao Zhoutou glanced at all his sons with disgust, frowning sadly.

  Man Bao pulled on her shoulder and whispered, “Father, I read in the book that if there is a natural disaster in a place, the court might be tax-free.”

  Lao Zhoutou was not very hopeful, and said: "Our village has not been washed away, and tax exemption will not prevent us from here, and..."

  Lao Zhoutou did not say that the autumn tax can be exempted, but the county government can always arrange other donations to take back the tax. Isn’t that the case with the Great Drought in the 11th year of Dade?

  Li Chang's front foot told them that the imperial court had exempted them from the tax and food that year, and the back foot county government came down to ask them to pay the donation, and the allocated donation was three times higher than in previous years.

  The tax and food exempted are almost all allocated to donations.

  Man Bao proudly said: "I asked my friend to tell her father."

  Lao Zhou couldn’t help but laugh when he saw her triumphantly. He smiled and asked, “Who is your friend’s father?”

   "It's the grandfather of the county."

  Old Zhoutou:...

   County magistrate Fu came home again in the dark. His boots were covered with mud. Instead of going to the dining room, he went to wash first, and then he went to the dining room after all the mud on his body was washed.

  Seeing his wife sitting at the table with the children, he frowned and said, "Didn’t you tell me, if I come back late, you just have to eat first, don’t wait for me."

   Mrs. Fu served him a meal and smiled: “We didn’t wait long. The children also wanted to eat with you. If you are tired today, let’s sit down and eat first.”

  Fu county magistrate sat down to have a meal.

  Fu's family has a rule of not talking about food, so everyone eats quietly. When the meal is over, everyone sits and drinks tea together. Then Mrs. Fu asked, "Will you go down to the village tomorrow?"

   County magistrate Fu sighed, “Tomorrow, I’m going to a few villages near Dali Village to make sure of the loss.”

Mrs. Fu felt sorry for him, and muttered: "Let the chief report come up. Why do you have to go and see it in person? You see, you go to this village or that township every day. Many of them are filled with deep rivers. Place, I am afraid of you..."

   "The water of the Luo River is not connected to the Minjiang River. Although there are some disasters, there are no such things as Dahong. Don't worry, I'm fine."

   Fu Wenyun took the opportunity to say: "Father, is there a Qili Village next to Dali Village?"

   "Yes, how do you know?" After that, the county magistrate Fu remembered, "Your kid told you, right?"

   Fu Wenyun nodded without hiding, "She and her brothers came to the city to sell things today."

   County magistrate Fu asked her curiously, “What did she say, did you talk about the situation in their village?”

  The magistrate Fu remembered Man Bao because she was very smart and was a very young girl.

  Fu Wenyun did not hide anything, and told her father what Man Bao had told her, and asked her: "Father, if there is no grain for the autumn harvest, what should they do?"

  The magistrate Fu was silent, and for a while, he put down his tea bowl and got up and said, "You guys should rest first. I'll go to the front hall first."

  The front hall of the Fu family is the county government.

  Fu county magistrate hurried away.

Mrs. Fu couldn't help glaring at her second daughter, "Your father can easily take a break, so you can't tell him something happy, do you have to talk about official affairs at home?"

  Fu Wenyun lowered her head.

  Fu Wenxuan hurriedly hugged her mother’s hand and smiled: “Mother, my sister is also kind to remind my father, otherwise, if something really happens, my father will be more busy.”

   "Then you can't wait until tomorrow, and how old is your sister, what do you know?"

  Mrs. Fu felt that this kind of thing shouldn’t be caused by girls, especially Fu Wenyun was only eleven years old.

  Before, Order Fu would never tell the children, especially the two daughters.

But since I saw Zhou Man and Empress Bai Shan last year, Madam Fu has stopped talking too much about these things to the children. The eldest daughter is not interested in these things, and he doesn’t want her to listen, but the second daughter is interested, so he never Chasing her, sometimes he talks to the county prime minister and calls her to the front to make tea.

  He naturally considered what the daughter said this time. In fact, he had discussed with the county Cheng and others a long time ago, but he has not made up his mind.

  Because there are pros and cons.

  The magistrate Fu walked to the front hall, but did not ask people to call the county chief and the others, but sat behind the desk, and after a long silence, they asked the master to call the master.

  In the past, those matters were discussed with the county prince, county lieutenant, and master book, but this time he wanted to hear the opinion of the master.

  Because compared with the former, Shi Ye is his staff and the person who is most loyal to him.

Master    came very quickly, and today he followed Fu Xian's order to go to the village. He also just ate, took a shower, and changed clothes.

   Seeing him coming in, Madam Fu closed the door, turned around and looked at him and said: "Wen Bo, have you considered, after this fall, how will I end up?"

  (End of this chapter)