Taxation is a very, very important thing for any dynasty throughout history. It is the most important cornerstone for maintaining dynasty stability and prosperity, and it also concerns the rise and fall of a dynasty.

The Han Dynasty inherited the Qin system. Now that the Han Dynasty has only been in full swing for seventy years, it still has a strong control over the world and can basically cover the village level. In the Han Dynasty, tax officials at the town pavilion level were named Xiangsefu, who were mainly responsible for litigation between the townships and tax work.

However, each township in the Han Dynasty had hundreds and dozens of villages, but the number of village men was extremely limited. Even if some of his subordinates were involved, they would generally not exceed twenty or thirty.

If this amount of manpower is distributed to the pavilion, it may not even be able to float a wave. If you want to rely on the people of the township to collect taxes, it may not be possible to complete it in a year or two.

Therefore, if the local slut wants to complete the tax work within the time specified by the court, it is necessary to assist and cooperate in each slut.

Generally speaking, when the order of autumn tax collection reaches the township, the township mate will send assistant officials to every small and small part of the town in the name of the court, and the township issuing tax orders.

After receiving the order, the Lizheng people had to start levying corresponding land taxes, mental calculations, straw poles and other money from each household according to the land quantity of each household.

After the taxes are completed, the officials from the liberty will send people to the town hall to send the money and grain to the town hall, and the town's men and their subordinates will verify them one by one and record them on wooden calf or bamboo slips.

Zhang Li's order from Xixiang was the third day of the 10th lunar month, which was the third day of the 10th lunar month. Zhang Li's Li Zheng had to send people to start collecting autumn tax from door to door.

Although Zhang Li himself is a master, he is over 50 years old and weak, so the ones who are actually responsible for tax collection every year are usually his son Zhang Qi and several relatives who are close to each other.

Zhang Qi has always been disliked by Zhang Ran, especially after the two conflicts this year, which made Zhang Qi hold a grudge against Zhang Ran.

However, due to Liu Ling's deterrence, Zhang Qi had never dared to act rashly, but now it was the time when the autumn tax was collected, and Zhang Qi was in control of the power. Therefore, he targeted the first taxation target at the Zhang Ran family.

After the New Year, on the third day of October, the sun had just risen, and Zhang Qi brought five or six relatives to the door and came to Zhang Ran’s house.

"Are there any living people? Come out for me! The government is here to collect taxes!"

He took the lead and kicked open the door of Zhang Ran's house. When Zhang Qi entered the yard, he started shouting loudly.

"Official government? Tax collection?"

After hearing the sound, Zhang Ran immediately dropped the barrel and ran over from the backyard. Then he saw Zhang Qi and the others in the middle of the yard at a glance.

Seeing Zhang Qi and his men's nostrils facing the sky, looking like they were not kind and aggressive, Zhang Ran's heart sank slightly. He stepped forward a few steps and bowed and said, "Why did Qi come? Are you here to collect taxes?"

"Well~!" Zhang Qi snorted from his nose, then glanced at Zhang Ran from a high point, and urged impatiently: "Since you know, why don't you go and get money and food soon. I have a lot of things to do today. After collecting your taxes, I have to go to the next one, but I don't have time to hang out with you!"

Zhang Ran pondered for a moment, then bowed again and said, "Please wait for a while, I will get the money and food for you now!"

"Move quickly!"

After Zhang Ran turned around, Zhang Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but urge him.

Zhang Ran paused slightly when he heard the sound, and then quickly accelerated his pace and walked straight to his own house.

After arriving at the house, Zhang Li and his daughter, who happened to hear the movement outside the yard, had just come out of their respective houses. After seeing Zhang Ran, the two hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Seeing this, Zhang Ran whispered to Zhang Li and the others about the situation outside, and said to them: "Sui'er, go out from the back door of the backyard and go to the next door to inform Uncle Zhang Meng and Sankui and the others, and ask them to come over quickly. Mother, go to the backyard to get a few buckets of corn and pay the tax this year before talking about it!"

After saying that, Zhang Ran ran to his house again, counted out some copper coins, packed them in cloth bags, and turned around and headed outside the yard.

...

After returning to the yard, Zhang Ran suddenly found that Zhang Qi and his men had already sat at the stone table where they usually read and practiced calligraphy. Seeing this, Zhang Ran stepped forward a few steps and threw his wallet on the stone table. At the same time, he said, "Qijun, this is the verbal money and fu this year, a total of 160 yuan! Do you need to count?"

Zhang Qi glanced at the money bag casually and said to a strong man beside him: "You go check it and see if the number is right..."

After saying that, he turned his head again, looked at Zhang Ran with a smile and said, "Where is the rice and grain?"

Zhang Ran glanced at Zhang Qi lightly and replied slowly: "Wait! It'll be here soon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ran saw that his mother Zhang Li, Sankui and Zhang Meng were pushing a small car and walked out of the backyard.

"Mother, uncle!"

Zhang Ran flashed to his mother and the other two, then bowed to Zhang Qi and the others and said, "Qijun, the rice and grain you want are here!"

"Oh?" Zhang Qi looked at Zhang Ran and the three Kui and his son behind him with a depressed look, took out a bunch of bamboo slips from their sleeves, looked carefully, and then said slowly: "According to the records in the pavilion, your family has a total of 35 acres of land, and you need to pay a stone and a dou of five liters of corn!"

"Bang!"

Zhang Qiyi put the bamboo slips together, pointed to the car in front of Zhang Ran and the others, and said to the relatives around him: "Go, use the male-dominated scales that the husband gave us, and weigh the corn from his family!"

"promise!"

The strong man next to Zhang Ran turned around and walked out of the door as he spoke. It seemed that he was going outside the door to get the weights and measures assigned by the government.

...

Because the family has fewer fields, Zhang Ran’s family only needs to pay eleven and a half bulls of corn and a small amount of straw, so it doesn’t take too long to weigh such things.

What's more, Zhang Qi brought five tribes together this time. When several people worked together, he weighed the rice, grain and other items that Zhang Ran's family should pay in more than ten minutes, and quickly moved it to the carriage outside the door. The whole process seemed very familiar.

Soon, Zhang Miao quickly walked to Zhang Qi and whispered: "Brother Qi, the corn and stalks of Qiuqi have been checked and loaded into the vehicle..."

"Is it all working?"

Zhang Qi suddenly felt shocked, raised his head and yawned, stood up slowly, stretched his waist...
Chapter completed!