At the third update, Pan Heyi was still writing quickly under the lamp.

Pan's mother walked into the house with a bowl of steaming hand-rolled noodles, placed the bowl on the desk, and said softly: "Yi'er, eat something. It's getting late, so you don't have to work too hard."

Pan Heyi put down his pen, turned his wrist, and smiled and said, "It's so fragrant. My son missed the noodles he made in Jiangzhou all the time." Pan's mother sat down aside and picked up the manuscripts that her son placed on the table and looked at them. She knew the words and was quite knowledgeable.

"...Official land at home and abroad often invades the people, collecting two to six dou of tax per mu, plus miscellaneous donations such as rice and hiring a car, many people have as many as seven or eight dou of tax per mu, three or five times the official tax per mu, tenants cannot bear the suffering, and most of them are in exile, while officials arrested relatives and neighbors, collect land rent, and the public is deeply resentful..."

Pan's mother sighed: "People's livelihood is difficult. It seems that Yi'er's trip to Qingtian in Jiangzhou seems to have a lot of feelings. You might as well cheer for the people."

Pan Heyi carried a noodles and blew the cold air, saying, "My son wrote this memorial to advise the emperor and speak out for the people."

"Yi'er did it right." Pan's mother continued to look down, "...The land property account is false and messy, local tyrants take the opportunity to annex, and the officials and cadres are mostly incompetent, exhausted people and suffering, and there is no way to do this, so that the people and the people are unsuccessful, and no one can cultivate them. In the long run, the foundation of the country will inevitably be damaged. The Qingtian Commander Shi Pan Heyi, who is in a low position, dares not forget the country, and risked his life to report to Long Live. In addition to the imperial village, the granted land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the land, the may be eradicated."

Pan's mother shook her hand and the paper page in her hand fell on the table. Pan's mother said in surprise: "Son, your method is a good idea, but do you know that this article "Asking for Dismissal of the Field" was presented, and my son was the subject of thousands of people. At that time, although it is famous all over the world, it is very likely that he will die without a place to die."

Pan Heyi put down his chopsticks, the light reflected in his eyes flashed, and he said excitedly: "A real man should not eat five cauldrons, but bento five cauldrons. If you have this opportunity, you should always take a try." Seeing her mother's face full of sad face, Pan Heyi said softly: "The child is not afraid of life and death, but only afraid of affecting her mother, and he is uneasy."

Pan's mother reached out to wipe her tears and sighed, "Your father died early. I miss you, a teenage boy, you worked hard for your family. You have not yet gotten married. My mother is useless and cannot help you. This memorial is too important. My son must think twice before he can do it."

"My son has long figured out that the emperor intends to clean up the official land but is now going to use troops to the north, so he doesn't care about it for a while. After the Bei Ding, it is imperative to clean up the official land. The disadvantages of the official land have been going on for thousands of years, and there are many wise people who have proposed governance strategies." Pan Heyi said in a deep voice: "I will not hide it from my mother. The strategy of replacing the land rent into money by the Qingtian Department was initiated by Jiang Anyi, a clerk in Qingtian. This person is deeply favored by the emperor. If he advises the emperor first, wouldn't his son lose the opportunity?"

"My son has figured it out. This remark is a good strategy for governing the field of duty. If it is adopted by the emperor, it will naturally become famous all over the world and have a bright future. Even if it is deposed, the child is just a young official of the eighth rank. He will remember his loyalty to the emperor and loving the people. The emperor will also remember it in his heart. The chances of passing the imperial examination next year will increase greatly. When the emperor clears the field of duty, he will definitely use the child. The child is only twenty-five years old and can afford it." The fog rose, and Pan Heyi's face became a little distorted under the light.

Pan's mother nodded and said, "Not bad."

, No matter whether this matter is successful or not, my son's name of virtue has been achieved. If he gets help from noble people and is helped by Shilin Qingliu, my son will become generous."

Thinking of his son saying that this memorial was inspired by Jiang Anyi, Pan's mother frowned and said, "In this way, this memorial should be submitted as soon as possible. I originally said that Jiang Anyi was willing to help others, but my son gave this memorial a number of memorials to be submitted in one fell swoop. Now it seems that it is not possible."

Pan Heyi thought, "I intend to throw this memorial into Tongtu and heard from the emperor, but I am afraid that the officials in the prison of the custody would not submit it to the emperor when they saw this memorial and its profits, so I wanted to ask any senior official in the court to submit it. It's hateful that my official position is small and cannot face it directly, otherwise my son would definitely impress the emperor when he met the saint."

"The field of duty is closely related to all officials, and there are not many people who can help each other with righteousness." Pan's mother frowned and smiled, "Why don't my son submit this memorial to King Luohuai? King Luohuai is the supervisor of the Qingtian Department, and it's just right that he will submit it on his behalf."

"King Luohuai?" Pan Heyi pondered: "King Luohuai has a close relationship with Jiang Anyi. I don't know if Jiang Anyi has mentioned this strategy to the prince. If he has mentioned it, it would be a waste of time. However, my mother reminded me that if I cannot offer advice to King Luohuai, I can offer advice to King An of Chu."

Pan Heyi was excited and smiled and said, "King An of Chu is the emperor's urgent need to clean up the official fields. With such a good strategy, King An of Chu will definitely offer it. Jiang Anyi is the prince's confidant. It is rumored that King An of Chu has made things difficult for him several times. Even if Jiang Anyi said that this strategy was what he thought, if King An of Chu comes forward, he would have to suffer a loss. The emperor loves King An of Chu very much. If the child can use this to surrender to King An of Chu, it is still a way to advance. With King An of Chu, he will support me in the back, even if the officials are not satisfied with the advice I have offered, they will not dare to do anything to the child."

At the third update, Pan Heyi was still writing quickly under the lamp.

Pan's mother walked into the house with a bowl of steaming hand-rolled noodles, placed the bowl on the desk, and said softly: "Yi'er, eat something. It's getting late, so you don't have to work too hard."

Pan Heyi put down his pen, turned his wrist, and smiled and said, "It's so fragrant. My son missed the noodles he made in Jiangzhou all the time." Pan's mother sat down aside and picked up the manuscripts that her son placed on the table and looked at them. She knew the words and was quite knowledgeable.

"...Official land at home and abroad often invades the people, collecting two to six dou of tax per mu, plus miscellaneous donations such as rice and hiring a car, many people have as many as seven or eight dou of tax per mu, three or five times the official tax per mu, tenants cannot bear the suffering, and most of them are in exile, while officials arrested relatives and neighbors, collect land rent, and the public is deeply resentful..."

Pan's mother sighed: "People's livelihood is difficult. It seems that Yi'er's trip to Qingtian in Jiangzhou seems to have a lot of feelings. You might as well cheer for the people."

Pan Heyi carried a noodles and blew the cold air, saying, "My son wrote this memorial to advise the emperor and speak out for the people."

"Yi'er did it right." Pan's mother continued to look down, "...The land property account was false and randomly made up, local tyrants took the opportunity to annex, and the officials and cadres were mostly incompetent, exhausted people and suffering, and nothing was too much, so that the people and the people were dead and no one was able to farm, which would inevitably hurt the foundation of the country in the long run. The Qingtian Commander Shi Pan Heyi, who was in a low position, dared not forget the country, risked his life to report to Long Live. In addition to the imperial village, the granted fields, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, land, etc. will be converted into corn or silver for money.

All officials may be able to eradicate their shortcomings.”

Pan's mother shook her hand and the paper page in her hand fell on the table. Pan's mother said in surprise: "Son, your method is a good idea, but do you know that this article "Asking for Dismissal of the Field" was presented, and my son was the subject of thousands of people. At that time, although it is famous all over the world, it is very likely that he will die without a place to die."

Pan Heyi put down his chopsticks, the light reflected in his eyes flashed, and he said excitedly: "A real man should not eat five cauldrons, but bento five cauldrons. If you have this opportunity, you should always take a try." Seeing her mother's face full of sad face, Pan Heyi said softly: "The child is not afraid of life and death, but only afraid of affecting her mother, and he is uneasy."

Pan's mother reached out to wipe her tears and sighed, "Your father died early. I miss you, a teenage boy, you worked hard for your family. You have not yet gotten married. My mother is useless and cannot help you. This memorial is too important. My son must think twice before he can do it."

"My son has long figured out that the emperor intends to clean up the official land but is now going to use troops to the north, so he doesn't care about it for a while. After the Bei Ding, it is imperative to clean up the official land. The disadvantages of the official land have been going on for thousands of years, and there are many wise people who have proposed governance strategies." Pan Heyi said in a deep voice: "I will not hide it from my mother. The strategy of replacing the land rent into money by the Qingtian Department was initiated by Jiang Anyi, a clerk in Qingtian. This person is deeply favored by the emperor. If he advises the emperor first, wouldn't his son lose the opportunity?"

"My son has figured it out. This remark is a good strategy for governing the field of duty. If it is adopted by the emperor, it will naturally become famous all over the world and have a bright future. Even if it is deposed, the child is just a young official of the eighth rank. He will remember his loyalty to the emperor and loving the people. The emperor will also remember it in his heart. The chances of passing the imperial examination next year will increase greatly. When the emperor clears the field of duty, he will definitely use the child. The child is only twenty-five years old and can afford it." The fog rose, and Pan Heyi's face became a little distorted under the light.

Pan's mother nodded and said, "Yes, no matter whether this matter is successful or not, my son's reputation for virtue has been achieved. If he gets help from noble people and has the help of Shilin Qingliu, my son will become generous."

Thinking of his son saying that this memorial was inspired by Jiang Anyi, Pan's mother frowned and said, "In this way, this memorial should be submitted as soon as possible. I originally said that Jiang Anyi was willing to help others, but my son gave this memorial a number of memorials to be submitted in one fell swoop. Now it seems that it is not possible."

Pan Heyi thought, "I intend to throw this memorial into Tongtu and heard from the emperor, but I am afraid that the officials in the prison of the custody would not submit it to the emperor when they saw this memorial and its profits, so I wanted to ask any senior official in the court to submit it. It's hateful that my official position is small and cannot face it directly, otherwise my son would definitely impress the emperor when he met the saint."

"The field of duty is closely related to all officials, and there are not many people who can help each other with righteousness." Pan's mother frowned and smiled, "Why don't my son submit this memorial to King Luohuai? King Luohuai is the supervisor of the Qingtian Department, and it's just right that he will submit it on his behalf."

"King Luohuai?" Pan Heyi pondered: "King Luohuai has a close relationship with Jiang Anyi. I don't know if Jiang Anyi has mentioned this strategy to the prince. If he has mentioned it, it would be a waste of time. However, my mother reminded me that if I cannot offer advice to King Luohuai, I can offer advice to King An of Chu."

Pan Heyi was excited and smiled and said, "King An of Chu is the honor of a wise king. It is the emperor's need to clean up the official fields. With such a good strategy, King An of Chu will definitely offer it. Jiang Anyi is the prince's confidant. It is rumored that King An of Chu has made things difficult for him several times. Even if Jiang Anyi said that this strategy was what he thought, if King An of Chu comes forward, he will only suffer a loss.
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