Rebirth King of Pit Climbing

Although the Chinese even value the concept of clans more than the country, arranging some positions for these people is really a little bit of a little for Yang Ling. Even if it is spread, others will not say anything, as if it is natural.

However, the disgust for these tribesmen is deeply embedded in Yangling's heart, so Yangling flatly rejected the Yangling tribe's support, and at the same time expressed his idea that he would move his ancestral grave to the capital in three years, which is equivalent to indicating that he would set up another place.

Portal, cut off all previous relationships.-》

The result can be imagined. These tribe members naturally scolded Yang Ling for being ungrateful and forgot their ancestors, and even threatened to write to the court to impeach Yang Ling, a person who did not know how to be filial and brotherly.

Yang Ling sneered: "My parents died, and you have never raised me, so what is filial piety? As for brothers and brothers and respect..." Yang Ling sneered and pointed at the grandson of the third uncle and said: "Do you want me to tell me about it? These things were done at the beginning.

How do people laugh at me and fool me?"

This matter is like a small stone thrown into the sea. Yang Ling can't make any waves in his heart, because Yang Ling has a very important thing to be busy with now, that is, paying taxes.

The autumn is received, and the food is sickle. Thanks to God's blessing, every day is bright sunshine. What are you most afraid of during the autumn harvest? You are afraid of rain! Because it rains, it will affect the harvest time, but it may also be in the field.

The crops were all watered.[

In ancient times, the most important tax of the imperial court came from agriculture. The most serious one was that in the Ming Dynasty, the merchants did not collect taxes. Can you believe this? Although Cheng Dynasty business also had to collect taxes, agricultural tax was still the most important source of taxation.

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Originally, this matter only needs to be left to the clerks, but Yang Ling decided to do it himself. As a result, Yang Ling had to find a way to liberate the farmers from the farmland as much as possible.

Today is the people of Chating Township coming to deliver the grain. Early in the morning, the people of each village were led by the village official and brought trucks of grain to the county town. Yang Ling watched these people connect to the ox cart and horse cart.

There is nothing, I just use my body to pull bags of food over, and I can't help but feel a sense of sacred mission in my heart. I really have the responsibility to let these people live a good life, and I can't say that I can make them.

If you have meat every meal, at least you should make them feel full and warm.

The villagers came to the narrow Yongfeng Lane and saw a long table standing in front of them, with books and pens on the table. Two chairs were placed behind the table. On the left chair was sitting, a man wearing a scarf, and his body was

The young man in white shirt should be the county's library office, while the other young man in casual clothes and a warm smile on his face didn't know who it was. This scene should have been seen every year.

It's just that this year it's a bit strange, and no one here knows.

The Cheng Dynasty divided the people into three grades according to their land, wealth and population. The lower the rank, the lower the tax rate, and the higher the tax rate. The lowest tax for the lower class household was thirty and one for the upper class household. The highest tax for the upper class household was

Ten taxes are one, and the difference between the two is three times. It is also a big mistake for the people to be so low-key and humble, with thousands of acres of fertile land in their families. They also say that they are middle-class families, with hundreds of acres of land, and they all regard themselves as the following ones. Those well-known landlords

The family usually claims that the family has a few acres of thin land. It has been passed down from farming and reading. Although it is poor, literary and military, it is only relative. The cost of a scholar must be borne by an ordinary family. This is the feudal dynasty.

Officials, generation after generation, are going to maintain the dynasty.

Of course, the government has to decide which household belongs to, which brings great rent-seeking space. Every year, the registration period is the clerks of the county government and the villages and villages.

Feast. This is a matter of personal interest, and no household dares to save this money.

The first person to hand over the food was an old man. Time left traces of love on his face. His finger joints were like shriveled branches. He followed his two sons and came carefully to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling opened the roster and asked with a smile: "Is the old man's surname?"

"The surname is Yi, and his name is Yi Danian." The old man said with a smile.

"Yi Danian..." Yang Ling quickly found his name and said, "It's rare for Yi's surname to be born. By the way, how many acres of land have you planted at home?"

"Fifty acres." Yi Danian said carefully: "Is there anything wrong with the official?"

"Oh, no." Yang Ling said hurriedly. Although fifty acres seem to be a big number, there are only a few families in rural China with five or six acres of land, but there are so many productivity in this area.

In the backward era, fifty acres of land were not enough. However, Yang Ling soon discovered the problem again, because the word "high-quality" was written behind his name, which means that the family needs ten taxes and one per person.

Of course, this ten taxes and one household cannot be expected to be reported by every household. It is all formulated by the government. How much is the output of high-quality land and what is the medium-quality output...

Yang Ling closed the roster and said, "Okay, no problem, you can go."

"Oh." The old man nodded heavily and took his two sons to the other side to weigh the food.

Yi Dainian's two sons hurriedly poured the grain on the load, all white rice, and carefully poured it into a hukou with the words "Four Dots" - Hukou is a standard container used by the government to measure grain, so it is collected in this way.

The grain can be filled without overweight, just a combination of different hukou. According to regulations, the grain in the hukou must be filled, but it must be more than the hukou wall and piled into a sharp pile. Yi Dainian carefully faces the yamen servants who are doing business.

He said: "Officials, although these are all new grains for this year, my family collected them early and caught up with the sky. They have already been completely exhausted. Can I lose more this year's consumption?"

The reason why Yi Dainian said this is because there is an unwritten unspoken rule for collecting grain. According to the requirements, as long as the hukou cannot be filled, that's fine, but often the yamen runners will take two steps back.

He concentrated his mind and held his breath, sinking his energy into the Dantian, then shouted loudly, rushed to Hu, and kicked him hard!

In this way, the rice that exceeds the wall naturally falls underground. This kick is a professional term called "kicking hulus tip". Kicking hulus can make the rice grains densely enrich and reinstall. As for the drainage, the rice grains can be filled with water.

Even if the emperor comes down, it is a waste of money. Because the court has regulations that the grain escorted by the granaries in various places is a waste of money, the lower-level officials once again transferred these waste of money to the people. In fact, the extra grains are all

Those who do not belong to Fengxian are all divided privately by the tax collector. When it was dark that day, the tax grain that should be paid had already been put into the warehouse. The intercepted part and those Fengxian will be sold directly to the grain merchant.

Then he transported it overnight, so it was a fatal fuck to collect taxes.

Can the people be convinced? If they don’t agree, they can’t pay. However, when the government collects debts, it will be more than just envious. It has been like this for thousands of years. What can the people do if they don’t agree? Gradually, this has become a rule.

At this time, Yang Ling came over again and said with a smile: "Old man, you gave the wrong food this year."[

"What? The rules have been changed again?" Yi Dainian asked with a look of surprise, and his two sons were glaring at Yang Ling. After all, the income from hard work in a year was reduced by Yang Ling's mouth.

No one would be happy to change it.

"Yeah, it's changed!" Yang Ling nodded, and then smiled and said, "Don't worry, old man, this year, your family will only have 15 taxes and one tax."

"That's not possible. Officials, it's not easy, and they can't increase any more. If this continues, there will be no enough food for the family." Yi Danian still pestered Yang Ling to say something.

However, one of his sons was pulled by him. Yi Dainian saw his son blushing and said excitedly: "Dad, it's not that he has risen, it's that he has less money. The government asked us to pay less money!"

Yi Dainian was sure that he heard it correctly and looked at Yang Ling with disbelief, but saw Yang Ling looking at him with a smile: "Old man, let's leave the matter here to your son. Can we talk while talking?"

"Oh, OK!" Yi Dainian nodded heavily.

Yang Ling followed Yi Dainian to the quiet place next to him and asked, "Old man, is the annual profit of the family still enough to eat?"

"Enough." Yi Dainian said: "The land here in Liyang is good, basically all of them are good paddy fields, and the yield is also high, so it is still enough to eat."

"How many people in the family?"

"I, the old woman, two sons and daughter-in-law, and three grandchildren."

"That's not too much. Have you ever thought about letting your son go to the city to work?" Yang Ling continued to ask.

"I thought about it too," Yi Dainian scratched his head embarrassedly: "But the money the master wants is too high, and our family can't afford it, and there are fewer people in the family, and there are only one person left, so the land is not fully grown."

"Does there be cows in that family?"

“I can’t afford it, nor can I afford it.”

"What should I do if I usually plow the fields? Go and rent them?"

"I can't afford to rent it, but it's okay. Don't you have two sons? Just let them pull it."

Seeing that his questions were almost done, Yang Ling asked, "If we were taxes ten or one..."

"No, no, these ten taxes should belong to the village master and their family." Yi Dainian shouted hurriedly.

"Listen to me first." Yang Ling said with a smile: "I mean, this tax has become one in ten taxes, but the government can provide seeds and oxen. Are you willing to accept this?"

"There is this good thing?" Yi Danian opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Ling, but saw Yang Ling nodding affirmatively.

Yi Dainian then said, "If this is true, you will naturally be willing. Such a good thing can't be found even with a lantern! By the way, official, you won't lie to me, right?"

"What do you do if I lie? These are all rules just set by the new county magistrate, so let's try it first in Liyang."[

"What a great master Qingtian!" Yi Danian said excitedly: "I have lived a lifetime and have not seen such a great master Qingtian yet. I have to kowtow to him when I turn back." (To be continued...)