As the end of the year approaches, Shuai Jiamo's injuries have almost been well maintained, and walking outside is no longer a problem... ≦. For him who has been wandering outside for three years, this month has been so stable that he doesn't believe it. Moreover, Wang Fulin also told him a message that made him ecstatic. That is, the summer tax silk case in Huizhou Prefecture has entered the ears of Zhang Juzheng, the chief assistant of the dynasty. Although Zhang Juzheng did not intervene in person, he just instructed him to return to Huizhou Prefecture to go to Chen Gao again, but with Zhang Juzheng's words, his confidence is more than twice as strong?

However, at this moment, he was half lying on the bed, and listening to Wang Fulin's recitation of the examination method just promulgated by the court, his eyebrows were twisted into a big knot. Needless to say, he could not worry about the amount of tax collected by local officials as the most basic assessment condition, but when he opened his mouth, he finally fell silent.

Seeing his situation like this, Wang Fulin didn't take it to heart. After reading this concise decree, he put it down: "The Chief Auxiliary Zhang Ge is a pragmatic person. The Beijing officials use the amount of work done as the assessment method, while the local officials use the completion of taxes as the assessment method. To be fair, it is a little simple and crude, but other hard indicators are not easy to determine, so it is understandable. In fact, if the taxes and service are fair, the assessment method for local officials is not too much. But the problem is that there are countless lands that are exempt from taxes and service today, and a small civilian often has to bear the taxes of three or four acres of land. Who can afford it?"

"Huizhou Prefecture is pretty good. Most of them are in the middle of the field. The taxes are paid low, and the heaviest taxes are Susong. However, there are more floating people who do not have land there..."

Seeing Shuai Jiamo, he couldn't help but talk about his experiences when he went to Nanjing. As he spoke, he even mentioned people who went to the Censorate to report unfair taxes like him. Wang Fulin secretly said that this ancient version of petition was not an individual phenomenon. It was just that people who were persistent like Shuai Jiamo were just a few. He ate the meal of the common people. He chatted with the man who was flirting with the government and even the court for a while, and then went back to the west wing of the study, rubbed his wrists and prepared to practice calligraphy. But before he could write two words, Xiaobei opened the curtain and walked in.

"The Wang family sent someone to come and said that my uncle was resting today and planned to open a poetry club at home in the afternoon. They were all Huizhou officials and scholars, asking if you want to go."

When Wang Daokun was still in Songming Mountain, the Fenggan Club activities initiated were rich and colorful. The scholars gathered in their twenties and thirty years. Unexpectedly, they were not unemployed but became officials in the capital. People still liked these elegant things like this. When they were taking the provincial exam in Nanjing before, Wang Fulin had dealt with many literary and poetry clubs, but the preparation time cost countless times. Later, he was too lazy to attend the gatherings of Li Yangong in Baixueshanfang? To be honest, it was not that he was extreme, and literati gathered together, either flattering each other or being inferior to each other. It would be fine if there was a talented person who left behind a peerless masterpiece, but most of them were sick**.

"Let Jin Bao Qiufeng and Ye Xiaopang have a long experience. I'm busy, so I won't go." Wang Fulin pointed to a stack of paper with confidence and said angrily, "I would rather practice calligraphy at home than be lazy to support the fur and enjoy the snow and write poems. Well, I will only tell you secretly that your husband, I have finished all my talents and cannot deal with those elegant people."

Xiaobei was amused by Wang Fulin's lazy tone, but when she knew that Wang Fulin had really made up her mind, she went out and politely declined the person who came to deliver the letter. Of course, she could not avoid writing a post to apologize and then took a few gifts back. When the person came, he held the thing back with an obvious surprise expression. She returned to the study, but saw Wang Fulin biting the pen thoughtfully. She walked over and saw that he was not copying the calligraphy. On the ink-twisted paper, there was a whip, a yellow book, a fish scale book, measuring the land, counting the population... and other messy things.

"From ancient times, once the ministers touched the reform, there were few good endings. Not to mention the far-reaching ones in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the recent Tang Dynasty included Yu Wenrong who re-invented the household registration of refugees, the Song Dynasty had reforms and the remarkable Wang Anshi when he stepped down, and now we are our chief assistant. Of course, he was just reforming, not counting reform. Since ancient times, repairing the sky has been the most difficult thing in the world, but if you don't repair it, you will have holes all over the world. In the past, I always thought that the chief assistant Zhang Ge was too tough and his methods were too ruthless, but after seeing it last time, I found that people who are not tough or ruthless cannot be pot-fired."

"Why did you suddenly remember to say this as you wrote?"

"I have been working behind closed doors for so long, and I want to go out for a walk." Wang Fulin suddenly dropped his pen, stood up and stretched lazily, "To avoid my uncle hearing that I won't go, and then I'll be caught. I'll definitely be blocked at home. Let's go out for a walk? At most, I'll be criticized for being lazy at that time, but today's literary meeting has been avoided. Finally, it hasn't snowed again in the past two days, and it's just right to go out. You change your clothes and ride out horses, so that we won't disturb the injustice, so that this guy can't go and inform you again."

Although Xiaobei was walking around a while ago, she was recognized several times since she was wearing men's clothing in Nanjing. Now she has been taking the bus honestly when she went out. She was of course happy when she heard Wang Fulin's suggestion. Without saying a word, she went back to the room to clean up. When Bizhu could no longer help but lure the tiger away from the mountain to lead the turmoil away, and then transferred her mount to the alley behind the head. The couple climbed over the wall and sneaked out of the house quietly.

After traveling with Miss Xu, Xiaobei was naturally unhappy to go to places where people pray to Gods and worship Buddhas. Wang Fulin did not completely disbelief of Gods and Buddhas, but he was rare to have a half-day free time in his life, and he was not happy to go to that kind of place. Although he was delicious, the chef at home showed off his skills in different ways. On the day when he first roasted duck, the two ladies from Shi family and Cheng Naixuan and his wife came together, and everyone was feasted. He had no intention of finding something good to eat. At this moment, the two of them rode around aimlessly, and finally decided to go to the outer city to visit those friends who came to Beijing by chance.

This was his first time in the outer city in half a month. When he found the inn mentioned by those people before, he was shocked to find that all the juren who were about to take the exam went out to participate in the poetry club and literary society. Moreover, the places he went to were different. Even the Xin'an Association in Huizhou, the outer city was the same. During the day, there were few scholars staying in the room to work behind closed doors, and almost without exception went out to make friends. Since Jinke Jie Yuanjiang Civilization had an illness before, he thought about it and did not participate in the next year's examination. Therefore, Wang Fulin, who was a little disappointed, found that he had not met an acquaintance. After lunch, he simply rode his horse with Xiaobei to several nearby markets.

Near Qianmen Street in the outer city, there are everything from mule and horse market, vegetable market, rice market, to silk streets, gold and silver streets, which are full of silk shops, among which there are also people who are commonly known as people. This city is not just about planting grass marks and buying slaves. It is similar to the talent market in later generations. People who are proficient in various jobs are classified and gathered in groups to introduce jobs, waiting for employers to choose. If a real wealthy family needs, they will bring people to their door, and most of the people who come here to hire people in person are middle-aged families.

Wang Fulin and Xiaobei first went to learn about the various prices in other markets, and then came to the people's market and truly learned about the amount of labor costs in the Ming Dynasty. Among them, bricklayers earned 1,500 cigars per month and sedan chairmen earned 1,800 cigars per month. However, if they were ordinary coolies who carried things, they would only receive 900 cigars per month. As for those who helped the servants and cooks, they ranged from 800 cigars to 2,000 cigars per month according to their skills. On the contrary, they were wet girls, and only those who were truly wealthy families could afford it. There were very few people in the market. In the words of the tits, this was just a temporary order and a temporary search was made, and those women with precious milk would not be allowed to wait here.

The front half of the market is full of various teeth, with hot transactions and active atmosphere, as if the number of labor employed in the capital was huge. However, when Wang Fulin and Xiaobei walked through the first half of the people and came to the second half, they looked like a ragged child or a young man or a young man or a woman standing or sitting, waiting for the buyer. In this cold and cold weather, most people were wrapped in a badly fitted cotton jacket, and looked at passers-by with anticipation. Wang Fulin just glanced at the eyes and saw a scene of an ordinary-dressed buyer taking away two children with a small piece of silver.

Feeling Xiaobei grabbed his hand, Wang Fulin felt a little heavy. Jinbao, Qiufeng, and Lian Qiao were not sold by their family members just like this?

At this moment, he suddenly heard a shrill cry: "Young master, please take my brother Dong away. He can do anything and do anything. Please, otherwise he can't get through this winter!"

Seeing Xiaobei pulling him, Wang Fulin clearly signaled to see what was going on, so he followed the others to the place where the sound came from. He saw a tall young man in his early twenties being held tightly by a ragged woman, and he didn't want to retreat. The two followers who were stunned at first saw many people around him gathering around him, and raised their hands that wanted to beat someone to rescue him and quickly put them down. Wang Fulin and Xiaobei arrived early, and within a moment, there were 10 or 20 people around him. Some people asked what was going on, some people asked the young man to take people home, and some people blamed the woman who looked like a mother for not forcing her to buy and sell...

In the chaos, the young man pulled his sleeves twice, but failed to rescue the woman's sleeves. He had to say helplessly: "Sister-in-law, my family is very strict, and I, a junior, cannot take people back casually. I just wanted to ask why I couldn't survive and wanted to sell my children, not to buy your children."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a small commotion around him. Seeing that he was wearing a gauze robe, and the family was very strict and could not buy people casually, he was obviously the noble man from a real wealthy family! Even Wang Fulin couldn't help but sigh in his heart, you said this to this point. This woman was like grabbing a life-saving straw, how could she let go?

Sure enough, after hearing the young master's explanation, the woman let go of her hand and did not grab his sleeve again, but suddenly hugged his thighs with both hands: "Young master, I don't want your money, I just want you to take in Brother Dong, even if you let him do a cow and horse! My husband has just died, and my uncle will sell me, but I am just a son. If I allow my uncle to sell Brother Dong to Huazi, I would rather give him a pen than give him a reliable family than want him to live that life! Young master, the little woman begs you, I just hope that your husband and wife will live in Brother Dong!"
Chapter completed!