The paper of this era was mostly yellow or even black sandpaper. The paper was originally yellow, and the color became even more yellow after years of precipitation. And these handmade books were not like the printed version of the Zhejiang version of the Song Jian version, which required writers The writing is extremely high, the characters cannot be scrawled, and the requirements for the writing and writing are also very high. They must be fresh over time and not fade.
In particular, this important document that records household registration and land will be the basis for verification by future generations, so its preservation is even more critical. Compared with the era that relied heavily on electronics, stacks of documents were passed down from generation to generation without any mistakes. These works highlighted the wisdom and greatness of our ancients.
The mountains of documents were all written by hand, and they were as vast as the sea of smoke. Liang Chuan was now in the company of the ancients. Although his current life was on the same side, he had experienced a different era before he could appreciate the profound gap.
Huang Tiesi stuck out his tongue with his hand, dipped a little saliva on the tip of his tongue with his finger, and began to flip through He Lu's Ding account book. Liang Chuan stood aside and watched. The words inside were all in small regular script, arranged in vertical rows. The rows of small letters were very gracefully written. But as he flipped through the pages, Liang Chuan clearly saw that many of them were underlined with red pens. If it is missing, the black space will be pitiful.
The first few pages recorded He Lu's successive Baozhengs. Huang Tiesi pointed to the names of the successive Baozhengs and read them out one by one. When he read the last one, he blurted out: "He Jialuo?" He Baozheng immediately came up and replied with an apologetic smile. : "Xiao Baozheng is none other than He Jialuo." After confirming He Baozheng's identity, Huang Tiesi called Zhaodi over and asked for information about Zhaodi's family, his parents' names, and wanted Zhaodi to point them out. Zhaodi was illiterate, so Huang Tiesi had to look for it by himself.
Huang Tiesi glanced sideways at He Baozheng, and then continued to turn to the back. There was a large red ink checkout on each page, just like the Huaguo Mountain Monkeys were checkout on the life and death booklet of Prince of Hell when he read Journey to the West. clan. Huang Tiesi saw that there were very few registered households left in this village. He couldn't help but shook his head and said: "I usually have contact with dozens of talkers in Xinghua, big and small, but... I feel like I’ve never seen you before. Today I saw that you are almost dead, and you are almost a bare-bones Baozheng. No wonder I haven’t seen you before.”
He Baozheng felt quite unhappy. When would He Lu become extinct? Aren’t there still outsiders who want to settle in the village? Damn it, I have been a righteous person all my life just because I want the village to prosper. Who knew the world is so difficult now? Is it my fault? It’s not like you dog officials are forcing people on you. Too much, the land in Helu is too thin, and the tax collection and labor levy every year are driving people to death. Who doesn’t want to live if there is a way to survive? He Baozheng mentally went over the greetings to the woman in the family who posted the letter to the secretary from eighteen generations ago to now. She is here to do business now, so she can't be impulsive. Just pretend to be a grandson.
Huang Tie Si flipped through the end of Ding's account book for a long time, and finally found the household registration information of Zhao Di and his family on a small page. Their family was also a few generations of refugees who came to escape the war in the north and came to the south. At that time, they still had money on hand. , I bought land in Helu, thinking that the land in the south was fertile and the climate was pleasant, so my family settled here and took root. Unexpectedly, the land in Helu, Nanxi, was so thin that no matter how I planted crops, I could not produce even a few kilograms of grain. Coupled with the bad luck in the family and people not knowing how to work hard, each generation is not as good as the last, but this household registration will remain at Helu Fengshan forever.
"Your father Zheng Liangqing, what about you?"
"Reply to the master's words, I am recruiting a younger brother."
"Okay, today we are going to sell the land. All you need to do is come. You will give me all the information about the owner of the land, the color of the land, the number of hectares to be sold, the amount of the transaction, etc., and I will make a deed for you." Book." After saying that, Huang Tiesi went to the back hall to get a piece of official standard blank deed paper. This kind of deed paper is a standard contract enforced by the government and printed uniformly by the government.
Huang Tiesi picked up the brush and carefully wrote on the blank deed. He Baozheng cleverly came to the side to help grind the ink. Liang Chuan said: "Liang Chuan, a common man, has a long bow, one, two, three and three. Buy Zheng Liangqing One acre of dry land at home..." Liang Chuan looked at the writing speed of the poster and slowly reported them on the deed paper. The younger brother also reported the names in a leisurely manner, but he was illiterate. They are all repeated and cannot be explained clearly.
I just bought one acre, and it cost a lot of money. Huang Tiesi paid great attention to his handwriting, so he wrote it in an unhurried and unhurried way, showing off the attitude of working slowly and carefully. The two of them each reported their own information. Both of them agreed, so they slowly continued to write.
"What's the price?"
"Two hundred coins for two!"
"How much...how much?"
Huang Tiesi thought that his ears were not working well, so he misheard and asked again. Having been in this business for a long time, he has handled all kinds of land transactions in Xinghua, and he has a clear mind about what land is worth. Two pieces of money? Is this person perhaps a lunatic? Or does he have too much money to spend? What kind of land can Erguan buy? The paddy fields in the area outside the east gate are so fertile that it doesn't even take Erguan an acre, but now there is a price but no market.
Rich fat sheep! The unwritten rule in this public house is that if a piece of fat meat passes through their hands, if they don't cut it off with a knife, they still have to rub their hands on the meat several times, and their hands will be full of oil!
Huang Tiesi put the pen on the inkstone, stretched out, and picked up the tea cup that he had spilled half of. The tea was slightly cold, but he started to sip it with flavor. Zhaodi and He Baozheng watched helplessly as he suddenly stopped writing well and looked at each other at a loss.
Liang Chuan couldn't help but smile bitterly. Although he didn't bother to do this kind of thing, he had seen too many ordinary people go to the government to do things. It could be done in one go, but the person involved had to go around asking for help. Eating is also giving gifts. .
well. . . It is indeed a 'glorious' tradition. .
He Baozheng was still grinding the ink, and he unconsciously reminded Huang Tie Si: "Master Tie Si, the ink is ready, you can continue writing."
Huang Tiesi rolled his eyes at him and said to himself: "I just brewed a pot of good Wuyiyan this morning. It's a pity. That's very good. What are you carrying in the basket? Why do I smell the smoke of bacon?" It tastes weird. It tastes pretty good."
He Baozheng cursed in his heart, you dog official has a pretty good nose, you can smell the meat even if it is covered with a piece of cloth in the basket. Before He Baozheng could speak, Liang Chuan lifted up the cloth covering the basket and lifted up the two skewers of bacon inside, which were originally prepared for Linghu Chuan. There was also a jar of home-brewed sorghum, and they were placed in the Huangtie Division. On the desk.
Liang Chuan said with a smile: "Master Tie Si, the little grass people have been so excited about drinking tea in the past few mornings. It's my fault. I brought this here to show my filial piety to you. You see, I forgot about it in such a busy time. It's my fault, the tea leaf folk don't understand, but this bacon is hung in my own home and cooked with charcoal from pine branches. It tastes even more mellow, take it back and give it to your family to try."
"You!" He Baozheng saw Liang Chuan handing over the bacon he had prepared for Linghu Chuan to this dog official, and the gift was so flattering. At that time, the anger in his chest rose up, and he was stopped by Liang Chuan before he could say a word. He said, "Baozheng, please help me sharpen some more ink. Mr. Secretary will continue writing." Liang Chuan winked at He Baozheng as he spoke.
"Look at my memory. If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten it. I'm getting old." He Baozheng is not a fool. He has dealt with these people himself. He knows that these officials who eat people without spitting out their bones usually don't get any benefits. I will definitely not serve you well. I haven't been with the government for a long time, and I have almost forgotten all this stuff. Fortunately, I have Liang Chuan, otherwise I would definitely be in trouble today.
Liang Chuan had a dark face and forced a smile to say: "Old Baozheng, you are old and your memory is not good. When you go out in the morning, please tell me to remind you when the time comes. When you arrive at the county government office, you will be flattered by these gentlemen who are like stars in the sky." You must have forgotten to honor the master with your things. If you say you have forgotten, you have really forgotten. What are you doing? You even surprised the master with his tea. Look at your rudeness and decency."
"Yes, yes, it's me, Meng Lang. I haven't been to the county town for many years. I have forgotten all these decency. Damn it. Damn it." He Baozheng gave Liang Chuan a vicious look and said unintentional words. He really regretted leaving. A trip into troubled waters.
Huang Tiesi looked at the bacon, wine and dishes placed on his table before he put down his tea cup with satisfaction, stretched his hands, and continued to fill in the deed with his pen. After slowly writing the entire Liangchuan deed, I did not forget to blow on it with my mouth a few times, for fear that the wet ink would stain the deed. He raised his head, looked at Liang Chuan and Zhaodi, and said, "Okay, now just pay the deed tax and I'll give you a big seal."
Deed tax? Liang Chuan was stunned for a moment.
He Baozheng explained: "Land purchases and sales must pay taxes to the official family, and this is the law."
Liang Chuan asked: "How much?"
Huang Tiesi said: "One hundred and ten cents."
Liang Chuan put his hand into his arms and was about to pay for it. Huang Tiesi looked at it, pointed at Zhaodi and said, "He received the transaction fee. He has to pay the contract, not you."
Brother Zhao didn't react, and he didn't have any money on him. Liang Chuan smiled and said, "Master Tie Si, I paid these for him. Is everything okay?"
Huang Tiesi squinted his eyes and smiled and said: "It doesn't matter whoever pays it, as long as someone pays it, I can also hand over the money and put it into my account." Huang Tiesi looked at Liang Chuan who paid easily, and sighed: "What a day today. My day, I have been working for some years, and this is the first time I have seen the price of paddy fields sold in Shandong Land. The buyer paid the deed tax for the seller. To be honest, what is the relationship between the two of you?"
Liang Chuan took out the money and handed it to Huang Tie Si. Huang Tie Si took out the county seal, the supervisor's seal, and the tax receipt from the printing box on the desk. The bright red seal smoothly left a mark on the deed. Bright red Zhu Chao. The deed was completed, in four copies, one with Liang Chuan, one with Zhui's brother, one kept in the Commercial Taxation Institute, and one kept in the county house.
