Liang Chuan put away the red deed, because Liang Chuan bought the land to build a house, which was equivalent to buying a foundation. It must be recorded in the Ding account, which will be the basis for collecting taxes in the future. Huang Tiesi slowly wrote down the names of Liangchuan's family members and Lin Yiniang. Although he had forgotten his previous place of origin, he had to remember clearly what he knew from now on. If he settled in Xinghua, he would return to Xinghua. Citizenship.
Liang Chuan looked at the pen and slowly wrote down his name. The handwriting was neat and clear, which means that from now on, he will be a person in this world. He hopes that he can be treated gently by this world, but he is a person who has experienced life and death. I have seen more of the dark side of society than ordinary people. Human nature, be gentle with it, haha, it’s good to fantasize about it.
This time the land purchase was considered smooth. Apart from paying a small price, everything else was considered smooth except that the land in front of Zhang Qian's house was unavailable.
The land in front of Liang Chuan's house, that is, the land facing south, is that the tenant farmers have been fleeing from famine for many years. The court stipulates that if a person returns to his place of origin to continue farming after two years of fleeing famine, the land will still belong to the original head of the household, but if If you haven't come back to farm for more than two years and let the land become barren, then the government will take back the land. If you want the land, you have to go to the government to buy it. Of course, you can also open up wasteland yourself. The government is encouraging, but in this way The land is usually very thin, so thin that we can barely make ends meet. If we don’t pay taxes in the first few years, we won’t even be able to pay taxes later.
Liang Chuan patted the red deed in his arms and asked Huang Tiesi politely: "Master Tiesi, I heard that the wasteland in front of my land has been abandoned for many years. Can I buy one?" An acre and a half?"
Huang Tiesi thought for a while, as if he remembered something, and then walked to another bookshelf in the house. After searching for a long time, he finally pulled out another account book. Liang Chuan took a look at it, and it read "Zhen Ji" written on it. Thin three characters. Huang Tiesi flipped through the brochure, read a lot, and said, "What a coincidence, you can't buy the land in Fengshan anymore. It's gone."
"Gone?" Even He Baozheng was a little surprised. As the Baozheng of this place, he would usually know about any land transfers, but he had no impression of when it disappeared.
Huang Tie Si looked at the book and said, "I have issued a red deed to you today. I will also help you change the previous acres of land in this book for future investigation. As for what you just said. As for the other land, it was bought by someone else, including Zheng Yuanwai, a wealthy man from Fengshan."
When He Baozheng and Zhaodi came out of the county government office, one looked confused and the other gritted his teeth. He Baozheng was the one who was gnashing his teeth. The contents of the bamboo basket he was carrying were all given to Huang Tiesi as tea payment, and now it was empty.
"Are all the officials of the Song Dynasty like this?" He Baozheng looked at Liang Chuan in confusion and asked.
"To be precise, the person we met just now is not an official, but an official, a minor official, do you understand?" Liang Chuan looked at He Baozheng with an innocent look, "This is just the most unpopular person in the Song Dynasty. Small clerks, they are not even considered officials in the Song Dynasty, and there are so many officials in the Song Dynasty, and there are all kinds of people, and this kind of low-level clerks are everywhere. Most of the people who do things are not officials, but Among them, there are people in the court who are concerned about the world, some who are corrupt and pervert the law, who are unreasonable and unreasonable, and whose official career is sinister. Most of them are unscrupulous people who are entangled with you. It is not something that can be explained clearly by just such a virtue."
He Baozheng still looked angry. As the Baozheng of a village, he had witnessed the rise and fall of Helu Village with his own eyes. What kind of life did the people of Helu live? Most families were unable to live because of heavy taxes. Go down, run away to death, finally someone is willing to settle in Helu, but he has to give gifts and bribes to get things done! "Then you can't take things from the common people. When they enjoy the salary from the court, they should do things for the common people. How can they still take things from the common people? Look at the face of that little official just now, alas!"
Liang Chuan looked at He Baozheng, feeling a little moved and a little want to laugh. Probably because such simple people devoutly believe that scholars are good people who serve the country and the people. Only our culture and our country can be passed down for thousands of years. Come down. He wanted to laugh a little bit, because their thinking was too simple, and said: "Do you think he is bad?"
Zhaodi couldn't help it anymore and said to He Baozheng, "That must be bad. Only bad officials will take the people's things." He Baozheng nodded in agreement.
Liang Chuan said: "You are wrong. What the little official did just now is already very good. Think about it, if you spend the money and things are done, it will be better. Or if you spend the money and things are not done, it will be better." Or you want him to find ways to delay it, and make you go through all the procedures in the most cumbersome manner, and finally the thing is done, but a lot of time and effort are spent, which one do you think is the best?"
He Baozheng thought for a while and said: "Since I am here to do something, of course it must be done well."
Liang Chuan looked at He Baozheng with admiration and said: "You have enlightened yourself a little bit. Yes, what we want is that things can be done. Since we can get things done at the least cost at a small cost, that little official is satisfied, and we also If it’s not a loss, then why not do it. Just because they are good officials, it doesn’t mean that they have to go all out to handle things for us immediately and without leakage. They don’t have this obligation, let alone the will. Think about it, what are you doing? When you are in that position, when others come to you for trouble, do you want to get a little respect, or do you want to be like a servant, working tirelessly for you ordinary people?"
What kind of concept is this? What Liang Chuan said was completely unheard of by He Baozheng. Officials have to take things before they can do anything? And it's still good? He Baozheng murmured: "Oh my god, in this world, do the people of the Song Dynasty still have a way to survive?"
Liang Chuan smiled and said: "No one's life is easy."
He Baozheng was so silent that he didn't want to speak, because he thought of the people in Helu in the past. A beautiful village that was once lively and lively was depressed and dilapidated because of these dog officials. In their eyes, they were nothing, not even a little bit. They don’t have any regrets on their conscience, they just want to get money and benefits!
Liang Chuan looked at He Baozheng with a sad expression on his face and said earnestly: "Let me tell you a story. There was a man who was born a general. This general was corrupt and bribed, but he was also very powerful in wars. Foreigners invaded them many times. The country was defeated by him, and he also received a lot of benefits and rewards. After taking the benefits and rewards, he bribed the officials above him. Therefore, his official position became bigger and bigger, his power became more and more powerful, and he had greater authority. The more power he got, the more he became a general. He was able to command more and more soldiers and command bigger battles. In the end, he really drove away the invading foreigners. Tell me about it. Is corruption a good thing or a bad thing?”
He Baozheng was speechless.
Liang Chuan looked at the silent He Baozheng and said, "That man has a famous saying: I don't want to be granted the title of marquis, but I hope the sea will be peaceful!"
Liang Chuan knew that his thinking was the thinking of later generations. Under the ancient idea of first emperor and loyal emperor, it was simply a treasonous idea. He was too lazy to waste any more words, "He Baozheng, don't worry about this matter, let's go to the market." Look at the fresh fruits and vegetables, buy some and give them away, wouldn’t it be the same as Dr. Linghu!”
He Baozheng said angrily: "It will cost money to buy something again!"
Liang Chuan smiled and said, "I can just pay the money to honor Doctor Linghu. Doctor Linghu was kind to our family yesterday, which is reasonable and reasonable."
In the market in the west of the city, snack cakes are put on the table. In the red-hot oven, all kinds of steamed cakes, sugar cakes, door oil cakes, and chrysanthemum cakes are put on the chopping board and sold, as well as the plump pork buns. Pedestrians, take a bite of a steamed bun with thin skin and full meat, and then drink a sip of bean juice or tea. Your mouth will be left with lingering fragrance and oily mouth. The styles are more diverse and lively than those in Yanchipu area. This made Zhaodi beside him keep swallowing the saliva in his mouth, like a child who had never eaten cake before, standing in front of the cake shop for a long time and unable to move.
Liang Chuan felt distressed and spent money to buy several large hot meat buns that had just been taken out of the steamer. The three of them ignored the hot buns in their hands and ate them while standing on the street. They enjoyed themselves.
The candied snow pears sold in the Chengxi market are quite crispy, as well as radish and cabbage as white as a baby's forearm. The reed chicken raised by the farmer is also quite fat. I bought a little of each of these seasonal items, one fat chicken, He also picked up a two-hand-sized fresh crucian carp, which had just been caught from the Nanxi River. Its powerful fish tail was still flapping in the air from time to time. A full bamboo basket was placed, ready to be sent to Linghuchuan, as a replacement for what had just been stained by Huang Tie Si. Several items cost Liang Chuan hundreds of pennies, which made He Baozheng's heart hurt even more, and he hated the yamen clerk Huang Tiesi even more.
Carrying a basket full of things, the three people walked to the entrance of the small mulberry tree lane where Linghu Chuan lived in seclusion. It seemed that there was an illusion that the mulberry tree at the entrance of the lane seemed to be slightly decayed and faintly lifeless. But looking at it today New leaves have emerged, like a vigorously growing sapling, full of vitality and rhythm.
Walking into the alley, the little Taoist boy was gone, and the door of the pharmacy was locked. In just one day, the copper lock and door knocker on the door seemed like an old house that had been dusted for hundreds of years, accumulating a thick layer of patina and dust, as if it were here. No one has ever lived in general.
An idea flashed through Liang Chuan's mind. He seemed to have remembered something. These Taoist priests were so evil. The cause of the series of changes was the old Taoist priest who drove the Q7. Now he met Linghu Chuan. Could it be that this gang Can people really become immortals?
