Author: The Red Chicken Fir

As the leaders of the Buddhist and Taoist sects entered Beijing one after another, Ma Wencai, the new deputy leader of the White Lotus Sect, also came to the capital with the blows and blows of the sects.

In fact, according to his original intention, he wanted to go to Beijing in a low-key manner. However, the real leader Han Qing said that only in this way can the court be afraid of the enemy and not send people to destroy them secretly.

As soon as Ma Wen thought about it, he thought about who was a rat and who was a weapon. It was not until he was about to arrive in the capital that he realized that he was a rat from the White Lotus Sect. As for the "device", it was the credibility of the court.

After all, their visit to the capital to discuss the Tao was invited by the court to discuss the rituals.

Once the court secretly kills them, the court will break its trust in the world.

Ma Wen realized the joints and was not very repulsive of his identity as a "rat".

Haven’t their White Lotus Sect just crossing the streets and hiding all day long?

Now the "saints" are all sleeping, and they are said to have children for them. I really don't know what they are doing.

When Ma Wencai began to doubt his life and the great cause of rebellion, Han Qing had already disguised himself as a peddler and walked around the streets in the countryside of Yingtian Prefecture.

The reason why Han Qing has not been caught by the government for so many years is that he mastered the unique skills of makeup and did everything himself.

Otherwise, a pampered young man would have been sold by his disheartened rebels a hundred times.

Han Qing went deep into the countryside this time, mainly to learn about the folk customs within Yingtian Prefecture.

In the past two years, the tax system was vigorously reformed and the one that implemented the most thoroughly was Yingtian Mansion, which was closest to the capital. He thought that when he came here, he would definitely complain and make people live in poverty.

Han Qing walked into a village and saw that there were so few smoke in the village and the sound of chickens and dogs did not sound, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

As expected, the people here were forced to survive by the government!

If the Ming Dynasty had to struggle like this for a few more years, wouldn’t it be able to reach the level of the chaotic times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty?

Han Qing walked around the village for a long time and wanted to exit the area and change his village to collect folk songs. He thought that just as he was about to turn around and walk back, he saw an old man wave to him.

"Young man, you have a scattered person in your charity!"

Han Qing was a very professional thief. He carefully selected the goods in the cargo, and even if the officials came to investigate, they could not find any faults.

"Old man, we have everything in this guy!"

"No matter whether it is needles, threads, or pills to cure headaches and fevers, we all sell them in our car!"

The old man was immediately happy when he heard this.

"Yo ho!"

"It's good. Give me a piece of malt sugar, and two more sewing needles and a piece of thread..."

When Han Qing heard this, he quickly put down his load and searched in the load. As soon as he found the needle and thread, he saw a little boy of six or seven years old running out of the yard, shouting "Tangtang" around his load.

Seeing this, Han Qing hurriedly took out a piece of malt sugar wrapped in oil paper from the cargo harbor. When the old man saw such a big piece, he showed a painful expression on his face on the spot.

"ah!"

"Why are you so big? You don't say you're going to cut it into small pieces to sell it?"

"Grandpa, I want..."

When the old man heard his grandson act coquettishly, he touched his sleeve reluctantly and asked nervously.

"It costs a lot of money to be so big, right?"

Han Qing thought about it and gave a quotation of thirty cents.

To be honest, this price is not low, but it is definitely not high compared to the piece of malt sugar he took out, and it is even a bit too cheap.

When the old man heard the offer, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. However, he quickly suppressed the surprise and replaced it with a perfect disgust.

"Tsk tsk, why is it so expensive? I bought it last year and it cost ten cents a dollar..."

Han Qing didn't expose it when he heard this, but just replied with a smile.

"Old man, you bought it last year not as big as ours!"

The old man nodded awkwardly when he heard this.

"That's true!"

"It's the first time we've seen someone like you. If the old men's sons were not successful, we might not be able to afford it!"

The old man said, taking out forty cents from his sleeve and handing them over. Han Qing took the copper coins with both hands, but his eyes did not look at the money, but was thinking about what the old man said.

"Old man, you just said that your sons are all promising. Can you tell me what is promising?"

As soon as he mentioned this, the old man couldn't stop his smile, his face full of smug grips.

"Hi!"

"It's not a good time yet!"

"The crown prince built a series of workshops next to the capital, and recruited workers every day. As long as they have hands and feet, they will need them."

"To be honest, my daughter-in-law are now working in the workshop and can earn 600 big bags a month!"

"My eldest son is even more amazing. In his early years, he learned how to build houses in the village. Now, he works in the building chamber under the name of the crown prince, and he can earn sixty eldest sons a day!"

Not to mention sixty copper plates, Han Qing didn't care about even sixty thousand copper plates. But seeing the old man so proud, he still exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh, save!"

"Sixty a day, only one thousand eight miles a month!"

The old man smiled with his lips pursed when he heard this.

"Who said it was not!"

"The prince's side has a life where he sees the sky, no matter how many people are, it's not enough!"

"Last month, my eldest son came back and said that the palace where the crown prince lives is still built by him. He also said that there was a brick on the wall where he worked, with his name engraved!"

"Think about how great the glory this is. In the future, our Liu family will definitely be able to produce a high-ranking official!"

When Han Qing heard this, his smile gradually became stiff.

"Dare you ask the old man, have the villagers all gone to work for the crown prince?"

The old man waved his hand disdainfully when he heard this.

"How can it be!"

"The crown prince lacks people, but not everyone wants it. You have to have a skill, either spinning and weaving, or carving and tiling, or you have to do the same."

"The county people were taken to farm elsewhere!"

"What?"

Han Qing had just heard what the old man said so well, and his heart had long been calm. Now when he heard the old man say this, his heart was so cold.

It seems that there is no chaos under the rule of Yingtian Prefecture?

Not only are the people living a life without a miserable life, but they are living a good life?

"Old man, can you tell me in detail?"

"Who in the county brought them to farm?"

The old man shook his head when he heard this.

"We can't say that. Anyway, they are from the county, they seem to be from the supply and marketing cooperative, post office, and Huimin Medical Center?"

"Anyway, I can't escape these companies. These companies are so powerful that they are the princesses, so the county magistrate dares not provoke them!"

"I also heard from the people from Wu Laoer's family next door that the county was originally a bit of public land, but now it is rented to poor people. Those who have not been assigned to the land have been organized by the supply and marketing cooperatives to go to other places. Some went to Datong Prefecture in the north to open up land, and some went to Liaodong to farm."

"Good Liaodong!"

"A person from the county told us that the land in Liaodong is black, and you can pick up oil if you hold it!"

"Old man, I'm older. If I were ten years younger, I would have to farm with the crown prince..."

When Han Qing heard this, he asked unwillingly.

"Old man, then what are you doing now? Are you staying at home all day?"

The old man suddenly glared at his eyes when he heard this.

"What's the matter?"

"What are we doing to support the old man at home?"

"Let's tell you that we are growing more than ten acres of land by one person now, so we don't have to pay a piece of grain to the government!"

Han Qing once again showed doubts when he heard this.

"Why is this?"

"Since ancient times, it is natural to pay taxes for farming. I have never heard of the court exempting the tax on farming!"

When the old man heard this, he immediately smiled sly on his face.

"Let's tell you, don't chew around with others."

"Our family took advantage of a loophole. All ten people in our family are not separated under the same account. According to the new policy of the crown prince, there is no need to pay taxes per capita for less than two acres of land per capita. Our family is just in line for the line, so of course we don't have to pay grain!"
To be continued...