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Zhao Hanzhang and the others quickly returned to Luoyang.

When Zhao Erlang heard that his sister was back, he immediately dropped the plow and ran back.

A young man who was originally quite fair, but after not seeing him for an autumn, he jumped up a bit and was already slightly taller than Zhao Hanzhang.

That's all, what matters is that his entire face is tanned, and Wang Yu is ashamed to admit that the other person looks like him.

Rarely, Wang Yu was the first to find a topic to talk to him, "Erlang, you are already a young man, it's time to pay attention to your image. You don't have a father or brother, why don't you teach your cousin to take care of your appearance in the future?"

Zhao Erlang refused directly, "My sister said that men don't need to apply powder. What we Yuzhou men pay attention to is masculine beauty."

He clenched his fists and moved his arms vigorously, letting Wang Yu see the strong muscles on his body and said, "Cousin, look, am I particularly masculine now?"

Wang Yu was dumbfounded. Masculinity is masculinity, but there is something wrong with the aesthetics of his second nephew.

Zhao Hanzhang felt that there was no problem at all, and just told him, "You can tan, but don't get sunburned, otherwise your face will be burning and painful and uncomfortable."

Zhao Erlang: "Sister, it's too late for you to say this. It's already overheated. Look, there's still skin coming out on the side of your face. It was from the sun in July."

When Zhao Hanzhang touched it, it was indeed very rough.

Her brother was so handsome, so he couldn't let his good looks go to waste. She said hurriedly: "I'll ask Tinghe to give you a bottle of face cream later. They are the ones I use every day. You can wipe them on."

Zhao Erlang didn't want to wipe it.

Zhao Hanzhang said: "If you can save your face, I will give you 10% more for every time your guards apply for food and grass."

Zhao Erlang changed his words as soon as he said it, "Really?"

Zhao Hanzhang nodded.

Zhao Erlang agreed.

Fu Tinghan was curious, "Why can he get 10% more food and grass by applying it on his face?"

Zhao Hanzhang said: "Fan Ying came to report just now that 30% of the taxes will be confiscated this year. The autumn sowing is over and the confiscated taxes should be collected. I plan to ask Erlang to lead people to collect them. He needs to be good-looking. "

Not only Zhao Erlang had to be good-looking, but also the other people who came to collect the tax balance. They were both men and women, and they were all selected from the army and the yamen.

Even Wei Jie, who had just arrived in Luoyang, was sent out to collect taxes.

Zhao Hanzhang personally sent Wei Jie to the door and said to him: "In addition to collecting the remaining grain and grass, you can also talk to each family about next year's grain and grass. The army is in trouble, especially since Gucheng still employs refugee troops. , I consume a lot of food and grass every month, and now I am poor and trapped, which is very difficult."

It was also the first time for Wei Jie to do such a thing. He nodded in agreement with some embarrassment, turned around, took a deep breath, got on the bullock cart and left.

Zhao Hanzhang turned around and went back. He saw Fu Tinghan coming towards him just after crossing the yard.

When Fu Tinghan saw her, he paused in his steps, turned around and left.

Zhao Hanzhang quickly stopped him and ran after him, "Ting Han, I was just going to find you. There are a few people you need to visit."

Fu Tinghan: "...the Ministry of Industry doesn't care about taxes, right?"

Zhao Hanzhang smiled and said: "It's not taxes, it should be said that it's more than taxes. I heard Wang Huifeng say that as soon as we left Luoyang, Zhang Xie and Xia Houyan went down the mountain. They helped build water conservancy projects in Luoyang and Gucheng, and even Zhang Xie The Xie Xie has also made a plan to control Luoshui. You might as well go and see them. It would be great if they would live at the foot of the mountain permanently."

Fu Tinghan: "You still want to collect their taxes at this time?"

Zhao Hanzhang said: "These are two different things. I conquer them and am willing to give them rewards and honors, but they still have to pay the taxes they should pay."

Fu Tinghan thought for a while and nodded, "I can do the latter thing, but the first thing..."

"Can you do the previous thing together? You have been building water conservancy projects during this period, so you must have a common language. Go quickly, go quickly, and I will have someone help you and Fu An harness the horses?"

"No need," Fu Tinghan slumped his shoulders and said, "I'll go on foot. I heard they live not far away."

Zhao Hanzhang nodded repeatedly and sent Fu Tinghan to the door again.

Tinghe was very puzzled, "Girl, you never let Mr. Fu worry about these things, why did you send him such an errand this time?"

"He was very dull along the way, and he was also very unhappy after returning to Luoyang. He always stayed in the study and did calculations. I was afraid that he would be depressed. It would be better to go out for a walk."

Tinghe whispered: "Will it be embarrassing to let Mr. Fu do such embarrassing things as collecting taxes?"

Zhao Hanzhang said: "As long as you go out, and both Zhang Xie and Xia Houyan are famous people, others may be scolded, but he will definitely not. And it might be fine if you get embarrassed."

Zhao Hanzhang also nodded and confirmed his method, "It's pretty good."

Tinghe: OK, if you say it’s good, then it’s fine.

This was the first time for Wei Jie to do such a thing, and even more so for Fu Tinghan.

As old as he is, let alone urging people to pay taxes, he has no experience in urging people to pay back money.

So when he reached the door of Zhang Xie's house, he stopped hesitantly and turned around.

This house was found by Wang Huifeng for Zhang Xie. It was a house in the Yamen, because Zhao Hanzhang said before leaving that as long as Zhang Xie and Xia Houyan came down the mountain, they would be treated with courtesy.

That's why I gave them this house.

The servants inside were all sent by Wang Huifeng.

The concierge saw Fu Tinghan wandering back and forth in front of the door five or six times, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He walked to the steps with his waist in hand and said, "Sir, are you going to come up and knock on the door? Or you can leave without knocking on the door." , don’t hang around in front of my door.”

Fu An, who had been following Fu Tinghan around, was unhappy when he heard this. He stepped forward and said, "How do you talk? My young master can knock if he wants to, and if he doesn't want to, he won't. Do you care?"

"I don't care if he hangs out in front of my house."

Fu Tinghan quickly stopped the two people who were about to quarrel, "Okay, okay, Fu An, go up and knock on the door."

Fu An snorted at the concierge, walked up the steps and knocked on the door.

The concierge waited for them to finish knocking before saying: "Stop knocking, my master is not at home."

Fu An:......

He couldn't help but jump to his feet, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that I wasn't home? You had to wait until I finished typing?"

"How do I know whether you want to knock on my door or the door of the house opposite? And didn't you see me standing in front of the door? If you have any questions, just ask me, what door did you knock on?"

Fu An actually felt that what he said made sense and couldn't help but look at Fu Tinghan.

Fu Tinghan rubbed his forehead, turned around and left, "Since we're not there, let's go back."

It's not that he doesn't do it, it's that the other person is not at home and doesn't do his business.

Finally, he turned around and the door opened from the inside. A servant came out, bowed to Fu Tinghan and said, "Master Fu, my master has invited you."

Fu Tinghan:......

Fu An glared at the concierge, "Didn't you say that your master is not here?"

Concierge: ...It was clear that the owner had said that no matter who came to visit, he would say that he was not here.

However, the concierge did not feel guilty at all. Instead, he said confidently: "My house has more than one door. Wouldn't it be nice for my master to go home through another door?"

Fu An was so angry that he couldn't help but said, "Do you know who my young master is?"

Concierge: "I don't care who he is, as long as I know who my master is."

"Okay," Fu Tinghan stopped Fu An, who was still arguing, sighed sadly, and said to the servant: "Please lead the way."

The servant quickly bowed and invited him in.