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"What are the things you almost forgot?"

Sanniang used the tabletop to support her burden and let her shoulders relax.

"Four ways to write the word fennel!"

Li Ping'an dipped his fingertips in water and wrote four characters for "fennel" on the table. Except for the first one, which was written in Daqian script, the next three characters were variants of "fennel" in his previous life.

Sanniang leaned forward, revealing her white skin intentionally or unintentionally, stroking the corner of her mouth and letting out a crisp laugh.

"What about Nian Hui? Ping An, please don't bully your sister for not studying!"

Li Ping'an took advantage of the situation and moved forward. Just as he was about to make a few nonsense remarks and tell a joke about the scholar and the lady, suddenly the door of the wine shop was kicked open with a bang.

Three men came in, wearing standard soap clothes, and the leader had an iron ruler on his waist.

Bai Yi!

Yamen have a quota of official officers. In order to better manage the people, they will hire non-staff personnel to assist in tax collection patrols, investigation and arrests, etc.

White laborers were temporary workers, and the court did not pay them any salary, so their income depended entirely on their own abilities.

Fortunately, with the soap coat issued by the imperial court, it is like wearing a tiger skin. As long as you can fish for money, you will never be short of money.

The leading man was a tall man with a sinewy face. He glanced around the liquor store with squinted eyes, and the originally lively and noisy voice suddenly dropped.

"Where's the boss? Where did he die?"

The waiter hurried over, nodded and bowed: "Master, what do you want to eat?"

The man scolded: "You can eat whatever you want, and we will collect the tax money."

The clerk said with a grimace: "Didn't I just collect this month's tax?"

The man pushed the waiter away arrogantly and yelled: "You know what the heck, where is the boss? Call him out quickly."

Sanniang glanced at Li Ping'an who was drinking calmly, frowned slightly, her eyes were slightly red, she stood up and came to the man, feeling blessed.

"What's your surname? What kind of tax will you charge?"

"Our surname is Pang, and we can be called Second Master. We can call him Master Pang or Second Master."

Pang Erse looked Sanniang up and down with squinting eyes, and said with a smile: "We set up a shed outside the wine shop, put the wine jars, and occupied the official street. We have to pay the road occupation tax."

Sanniang asked: "How much?"

Pang Er rubbed his hands: "Twenty cents per month."

The clerk wanted to argue after hearing this, but Sanniang shook her head slightly, took out a stack of copper coins from her sleeves and handed it to Pang Er, and then took out bits of silver, her voice pleading.

"Master Pang will take good care of you from now on."

"It's easy to talk to, the boss lady is so sweet, we will take care of her every day!"

Pang Er took the opportunity to collect the money, touched Sanniang's hand, laughed proudly, and took the two losers to the next house to collect taxes.

The road occupation tax is just a reason. Even if you don't occupy the road, you can find other reasons to charge money.

Those who are obedient will be charged a few less taxes, and those who are disobedient will be charged a few more taxes. If they dare not pay, they will be reported to the Yamen, and if they are not allowed to, they will be ruined.

When the guests in the store saw this scene, no one dared to stand up and speak.

After Pang Er walked away, there was a lot of discussion.

"What new rule is this?"

"As soon as Mr. Fu Yin slaps his head, the following will cause harm..."

"Be careful what you say!"

"I've heard of this Pang Er. He seems to be the leader of some black wolf gang in Nancheng. He was imprisoned a few days ago. How did he suddenly transform into an official?"

"With the support of the Yamen, who can cure it?"

"..."

By the window.

Li Ping'an listened to the guests' discussions, gained some understanding and speculation about the newly appointed Lu Fuyin, and wondered how to deal with the new policy.

The predecessor, Liu Fuyin, had little background and advocated autonomy among the people, fearing that arresting someone would offend some big shot.

As a result, no matter how careful he was, he got closer to the East Palace and did not escape the fate of being exiled.

Lu Fuyin is different. He belongs to the direct line of the Jiangnan Lu family and has a background of a thousand-year-old family. He wants to have everything in the capital in his hands.

Catching gangs and appointing them as slave laborers is just one of the methods.

Sanniang walked over and sat back across from her: "Ping An, my sister has been alone for so many years and wants to find a shoulder to lean on."

The new governor's drastic reforms, regardless of whether they are good or bad, can swamp Sanniang if he stirs up any disturbance at will, and he must find a backer to stay stable.

The cicada wakes up before the autumn wind moves, and ordinary people's sense of smell is more sensitive than that of officials.

Li Ping'an raised his eyelids: "Who told you?"

"Ding Datou."

Sanniang didn't dare to hide it and explained: "Ding Datou came to drink a few days ago. After drinking too much, he told people that he is very powerful in Ping'an Kung Fu, and he is one of the best masters in the capital!"

Ding Datou is a soldier of the Army and Horse Division. He was previously on night patrol under Li San.

Li Ping'an shook his head: "He's just bragging, I know how to do it."

Martial arts practice is very expensive and difficult, and practitioners only account for ten thousand people in the population.

Liangzhou Shuangsha has reached the bone-tempering realm and is able to traverse the entire state. Li Ping'an has mastered the Iron Leg Kung Fu and the Iron Cloth Shirt to the point of perfecting the body, and has the tibia treasure, and has barely entered the ranks of masters.

However, compared with Yan Chixiao and Zhigang, they are still far behind.

Sanniang heard the polite refusal and thought that Li Ping'an looked down on her, so she added: "Then can Xiaorong become a disciple and serve Ping An's tea in the future?"

Xiaorong is Sanniang's son. Her husband's surname is Ye, and he has died of illness ten years ago.

Li Ping'an pondered for a moment and then refused: "I am not qualified to accept a disciple. Go to the Military and Horse Division to find the third brother. Tell him about this and he will help you solve the problem."

Sanniang's face was filled with joy. With the protection of the Army and Horses Division, she no longer had to be afraid of Pang Er and his ilk.

"Thank you for the peace."

"It doesn't matter."

Li Ping'an drank all the wine, ate the last fennel bean, and was about to leave.

"Peace, I have something to tell you."

Sanniang pointed to the table: "I seem to have seen the word "fennel" you wrote before!"

"Where have you seen it?"

Li Ping'an frowned slightly, and his left hand in his sleeve had already touched the poison powder.

Sanniang recalled carefully for a long time, glanced around, and lowered her voice and said, "Four years ago, a group of people came to have a drink. One of them took off his outer shirt, and the inner lining had this word embroidered on his chest."

"Sure?"

"Not sure, I just look similar."

"What month?"

"The twelfth lunar month, that's it..."

When Sanniang was speaking, she noticed that Li Ping'an's eyes were cold and had a hint of murderous intent. She was so frightened that she couldn't sit still and shut up, not daring to continue talking.

"Some things are best forgotten!"

Li Pingan brushed off the writing on the table, stood up and walked out of the wine shop.

A cold wind blows.

He shuddered involuntarily, and the murderous intention in his heart suddenly disappeared. He slowly loosened his hand holding the poisonous powder packet and looked up at the dark sky.

He tightened his clothes and returned to the mortuary with his hands in his hands.

First, we checked the explosives buried in the yard and in the house, UU read www.uukanshu. net checked the explosive bags and detonators under the bed, and then checked the two hand cannons.

Even if the martial arts master comes, he can still blast him to the sky!

Li Ping'an stroked the dark and cold black iron barrel. Only the power in hand is the foundation for people's peace of mind.

Yamen policy changed faster than expected.

A few days later.

Uncle Zhuzhu, who had not been seen for many years, came to the door carrying a corpse.

Li Ping'an opened the door and welcomed him in. After he put the body down, he asked, "Master De, won't they collect the body?"

Uncle Zhuzhu shook his head and said helplessly: "The Yamen issued an order. The corpses in each city can only be sent to the corresponding mortuary. If they dare to move at will, they will be blocked."

"This rule..."

Li Ping'an didn't know how to judge. For upper-class cities such as Yongxingfang, there were few accidental deaths, and the body collectors might not be able to earn enough to eat.

There are also benefits, such as easy management, statistics, etc.

He took out a stack of copper coins from his sleeve and stuffed it into Uncle Zhuzi's hand: "A corpse costs ten cents, so Uncle Zhuzi must have enough to eat and drink."

"Thank you very much."

Uncle Zhuzhu's face turned red, and he bowed to thank him repeatedly. In the past two years, he had been greedy for the money given by Uncle De, and had never come to carry Li Ping'an's body again. Now he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

The next day.

Li Ping'an received an order from the yamen to record the corpses received every day, record their origins, names, wounds, causes of death, etc., and report them uniformly at the end of the month.

According to what the Yamen said, it would be easier for the police to investigate the case.

The Yamen will distribute two coins of silver to subsidize the consumption of paper and pens, which also means salary.

Unfortunately, the scribe who conveyed the message hinted to Li Ping'an that the money would be distributed in name, but would actually be kept by Master Hu for the time being.

As for how long it will be kept, it depends on how long you want to be on duty in the morgue!