Chapter 137 Paying Taxes

Man Bao was a little curious about paying the grain tax, and when Zhou Lang came to eat the rest of the buns, she went forward to join in the fun.

The people lining up here are all grown men, not to mention children like Man Bao, and there are no half-sized children like Saturday Lang, so the people around looked at them curiously.

Man Bao quickly got in and saw the police officer holding a measuring device to measure the rice. He looked at the household registration he handed over and the slip in the book, and sang: "Zhou Hu, Cheng Ding, two people, need to pay grain. Four stones, four feet of silk, and four taels of cotton."

Zhou Hu immediately carried the burden and stepped forward. The strange thing was that the clerk did not weigh the weight, but measured it with a bucket. Ten buckets made one stone, and four stone was forty buckets. Man Bao felt that it was very troublesome. Seeing that the officer used a bucket to measure a full bucket from Zhou Hu's bag, he even hit the tip, and directly threw it into the bucket truck on the side. After confirming that the grain was not mixed, he sang, "One bucket!"

I measured another bucket, and then sprinkled it down, "Two buckets..."

Man Bao was stunned, she thoughtfully watched the police officer measure the food, and the people around her had long since noticed it.

After Zhou Hu finished, he went to the village chief's house. They had a large number of children, four of them, so they had to pay eight stone grains.

Man Bao squatted aside and stared intently. The police officer looked at her several times, and seeing that the child was not making trouble, he did not chase her away.

As soon as the village head's house was over, it was the Zhou family's turn, and Zhou Dalang hurriedly handed over the household registration and the folder. The law of this dynasty stipulates that a man is a Ding male when he is eighteen years old. Shizuo Lang is very lucky. He will only be eighteen in two months, so it is not considered a Ding yet.

The Zhou family has four children, and they also need to accept eight stone grains.

The messenger was also not lenient with the Zhou family's food. After filling a bucket full of it, he dropped it and sang it loudly. The recorder next to him would write down a sum. After sixteen straight characters were recorded, the tax was paid.

Man Bao watched from the side, watching the gradually decreasing amount of food, she finally understood why his father added so much more when weighing the food last night.

At the end of the measurement, only a thin layer of grain was left in the last bag of grain in the Zhou family. Zhou Dalang took the sign and went to the side to exchange for the document. Stand back and wait.

After taking the documents, Zhou Dalang went to hold Man Bao's hand.

There are all men here. Zhou Xi couldn't keep up with them, so she stayed behind. As soon as they came out, she immediately greeted them and asked with a smile, "How is it? Are you finished?"

"It's over, it went smoothly."

Zhou Xi glanced at the grain left in the grain bag and lowered his voice: "Why do you go to so much this year?"

Zhou Dalang also sighed and shook his head: "Fortunately, there is no increase in the amount. I heard that the neighboring county added an inch of wood to the bucket last year."

Zhou Xi couldn't help but spat: "It's really wicked."

Man Bao stood aside and couldn't help but ask, "Brother, are they embezzling?"

Zhou Dalang was so frightened that he covered her mouth, looked around nervously, and said, "Little ancestor, I will say this after I get home, but I dare not say it on the street."

Man Bao couldn't help but snorted twice, turned and ran to the fourth and fifth brothers, and discussed with them: "Fifth brother, let's sell more candy to Fu Erjie, fourth brother, remember to go to the county town to sell ginger in the future. Walk around the back door of Fu's house and ask for a higher price, you're welcome."

He added: "And what kind of chief bookkeeper, the county magistrate's family, go to their back door more often."

Seeing her angry on Thursday, Lang touched her forehead and asked, "Why did they mess with you?"

"Hmph, they are not good officials, we have to earn their money."

Thurs Lang is very interested in making money now. Hearing that, he is happy and nodded, "No problem, you don't say fourth brother will go for a walk. In this county, there are only a few that can afford tea."

Although Thursday Lang came to the county town less often than Friday Lang, he had a lot of friends, otherwise he would not have gone to the casino in the first place.

Their family grows a lot of ginger. In addition to selling it to Ji Shitang and grocery stores, it is cheaper, and the price of retail sales is higher. He also prefers to sell it by himself.

Forty cents per pound is the cheapest, forty-five cents, fifty cents, depending on the market price, and now Jiang Zhengnen has a different flavor, although Shizuo Lang really doesn't understand, the spicy and spicy ginger soup is drunk What flavor is there, but what Man Bao said, he felt that perhaps the minds of scholars were different from theirs.

So Zhou Zhou Lang did not hesitate to sell Jiang Yanjie behind his back. He was bold and thick-skinned. Wu Zhou Lang wanted to bid forty-five cents, but he offered fifty cents as soon as he opened his mouth. The hype is all based on the effects that Man Bao told him.

What kind of ginger is planted at the foot of the mountain, it is poured with sweet and sweet mountain spring water every day, and the best farmyard manure is used. The Kuaishan Mountain is a great place for feng shui, and the curative effect of the raised ginger is also very good. , is also very delicious.

Then, for the sake of my sister (aunt), I will give you two cents cheaper per pound. What, five cents cheaper?

That's too much, Sanwen, it's not easy for our medicinal farmers to grow some ginger...

Yes, Thursullang has declared himself a medicinal farmer.

The ginger was sold at a price of 47 cents per pound. Shizu Lang also took the opportunity to sell the yam that was about to mature. After blowing on its curative effect and taste, he made an appointment with everyone to bring some for them to taste if it was mature. early adopters.

Friday Lang's eyes widened and he felt that he was good enough. After all, he had been in business for a year, but he didn't expect the fourth brother to be more powerful than him, so he got started so quickly.

Not only is Thursul Lang great at selling things, but he is also very good at withholding money.

He looked left and right, took the money he just received and put it in another small pocket while no one was paying attention. Then he smiled and led the fifth to the next door to sell.

Wu Wulang blinked, and when he didn't see it, he followed up obediently.

Thursul Lang is a chicken thief. He chooses to sell in the rich areas or the places where the county officials live. People in these places are more willing to spend money to buy things. What he sells is for daily needs, and the ginger is fresh and willing There are a lot of people buying it.

He didn't even go to the market, he just sold out all the ginger in these two areas, and then waved his hands to go shopping.

Friday Lang said, "Fourth brother, let's go home."

"Where are you going home? It's still early. I'll go back after a while."

"Mother said, if I dare to lie, I'll break my leg when I go back, so fourth brother, I won't lie to you."

Zhou Chulang's body froze, his shoulders slumped and said: "Okay, go back, mother is true, we are so old and we are so strict."

Wu Wulang felt that "we" should not include him, "I came to the county town before, and my mother never told me this sentence. It is you who is worried about my mother."

Thursday Lang muttered, "I've changed it all."

Wu Wulang secretly said: "That's weird!"