Three puzzles The harvest season is here before you know it.
The streets and alleys of Fuzhou City were instantly filled with joyful laughter.
This was the first year in which farmers did not have to pay taxes to the government.
They harvested grain and carried their burdens into the city early in the morning under the organization of gentry from all over the country.
The former clan leader, now the official elected by everyone, said it right.
The Polu Army did not collect the land from everyone, but distributed the land and seeds to everyone.
Don't you really know how to be grateful and just step on your nose and face?
A person should be content with what he has, and leave enough food for the whole year for the whole family.
If there is any excess, carry it to the Polu army, and don’t let soldiers come to your door, only to realize that you are being rude.
The villagers are honest, and after listening to the words of the patriarchs, they sip and enjoy the taste.
After tidying up, recommending relatives who could speak and be able to take the stage, they quickly transported grain into the city.
Paying grain and paying taxes has been the duty and only right of people in all dynasties throughout the ages.
The Polu Army was polite to everyone.
If everyone really didn't know what to do, I'm afraid they would be rude next time.
I went to the Fuzhou government office with uneasiness.
As a result, the new Mr.
Pay Xu kicked everyone out on the spot.
"Dear fellow villagers, please tell me where you picked up the food and where you picked it back.
Don't make it difficult for me.
I'll make a bow for you all."
Xu Wenbin, the prefect of Fuzhou who was driving the ducks to the shelves, repeatedly handed over his hands at the yamen gate.
This is a rare thing.
Throughout the dynasties, only common people have knelt down to officials.
Who has ever seen an official bow to the common people?
Several mature village elders knelt down and reciprocated the gift on the spot.
Even before his knees were touched with soil, Xu Wenbin was so frightened that he immediately knelt down.
"Everyone, everyone, Prime Minister Wen ordered that officials are not allowed to let the common people kneel down, are not allowed to give or accept bribes, and are not allowed to set up private tax items.
Otherwise, they will be punished for destroying the great cause of resisting the Yuan Dynasty.
Everyone, stand up and speak, stand up and speak."
Xu Wenbin helped the old man Their arms, he said nonchalantly.
The Prime Minister's Office is lenient on the outside and tight on the inside towards officials at all levels.
Although in name, local officials are elected by local gentry, the Prime Minister's Office only appoints officials and does not interfere with their promotion.
But imitating the temporary agreement made by Emperor Gaozu when he entered Xianyang is hung on the wall.
The Prime Minister's Office will supervise the daily behavior and ethics of officials at all levels at any time.
If there is any violation of the law, corruption or oppression of the people, they will be severely punished.
Clear rewards and punishments are a major feature of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Those who are honest and capable will be promoted quickly and have a high salary.
You will have a share of the foreign trade of the Prime Minister's Office and factory dividends.
Those who take bribes and bend the law will fall quickly.
Before the gentry could be impeached, Liu Zijun's name tag would be delivered to his door.
Drinking Liu Yama's tea is like stepping into the gate of hell with one foot.
In less than half a year, seven or eight local officials had been picked out by Liu Zijun's Enemy Intelligence Department and sent directly to Shaowu Mountain to mine together with the Mongolian prisoners.
The captured Mongolians and people from the Western Regions may be redeemed by their families with large sums of money.
Corrupt officials who were sent to the mines will definitely be ransomed by no one.
Even if the family has money to manage, they still have to think about whether Liu Zijun's expression as the living king of hell will confiscate the ransom collected by the clan as stolen money.
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Many scholars have concluded that the Northern Yuan Dynasty did not hold imperial examinations, but if they were appreciated by senior officials, they could still try to govern a city and a county.
In the three northern states of Fujian, there is no way to govern a country and bring peace to the world.
Being governed by others is more or less the same.
Many scholars left Fujian and went to Beiyuan with full of disappointment, or went to the sea for pilgrimage.
But there are also some people like Xu Wenbin who don't like corruption who stay and handle local affairs carefully.
Seeing that Xu Wenbin didn't look pretentious, everyone stood up one after another.
An older farmer was encouraged by everyone to come forward and asked in a low voice: "Master, these grains are a little bit of everyone's contribution to the Po and Polu army.
We have picked them from all the way.
It's up to you to collect them."
Next year, if you don’t give me gifts next year, okay?”
"Don't harm me.
I took your own initiative and collected your food.
If the Prime Minister finds out, he will give it to me later.
You can take the food back with everyone and eat it yourself.
And tell the people in the village that no one should give it away." , Whoever gives it away, just can’t get along with me, Master."
Xu Wenbin blushed and replied with a thick neck.
He had only said a few words and sweat was already forming on his forehead.
I don’t know whether it was suppressed by the people or frightened by everyone’s actions.
The thing called the newspaper run by the Prime Minister's Office said well, "Er's salary, your salary, the people's wealth, the people's support."
Since ancient times, it has been the common people who have supported the officials, not the officials who have supported the common people.
It is already wrong to eat the sacrifices of the common people and do things carelessly.
If you continue to take bribes and bend the law, you are a bastard, not even as good as you.
"Master, you really don't want to accept it," the banker asked in a low voice.
They dare not believe everything that scholars say.
It was clearly a usurpation of the throne, and they usually called it abdication.
It was obvious that he wanted to seize power, but he had to persuade officials three times to persuade him to enter.
There is so much white rice, and when people say you don’t want it, you have to think carefully about whether the other party is waiting to persuade you again and again.
"No, no," Xu Wenbin shook his head like a rattle.
"I really don't accept it."
The banker raised his voice and looked into Xu Wenbin's eyes.
A bit of joyful desire slowly surged in my heart, fearing that Xu Wenbin would be too polite and change his words, saying that being respectful would be worse than obeying orders.
"No, you old man, how many times do you have to tell me before you believe it?
Today I tell you with all my heart, no, if any government in the three northern states of Fujian dares to harvest your rice without authorization, Mr.
Wen will definitely ask him to give it to you."
Go door to door and pick them back!"
Xu Wenbin raised his head and shouted loudly.
He finally understood what the farmers meant.
These farmers who were afraid of being bullied were afraid that scholars like him would not keep their word.
Could it be that the saint's disciples, in the eyes of the people, really never did any good deeds?
Xu Wenbin seemed to have a fire burning in his heart, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
For the sake of scholars and for myself.
The people thanked him happily, picked up their burdens, and dispersed as quickly as possible.
If the government won't collect it, the merchants will.
In exchange for silver, the house, utensils, women's clothes, and children's schoolbags.
Also, there are so many good things you can buy that you haven’t even thought about.
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For example, if you buy a wind gourd that generates wind when you shake it and put it under the stove, you don't have to ask a woman to pull the heavy bellows.
If you move one home, you no longer have to worry about your mother-in-law cooking for the whole family every day or having to worry about her shoulders hurting from the bellows.
For example, if you pull back the Li cloth with its novel style and wide format by a few feet, your daughter who has reached the marriageable age will definitely have sparkling eyes.
For example, if you buy that new folding table and chair in a house, it will be convenient for guests, and you will also feel honored.
For example, the new oil lamp is bright and fuel-efficient.
It won't burn out your children's eyes when they study.
If the children of farmers' families, poor in literature and rich in military, go to school, they will not be able to forage for food in the land in the future.
It doesn't matter whether you are an official or a businessman.
As long as you are a good official like Mr.
Wen and a good businessman like Mr.
Du, you will bring honor to your parents and the ambition of your ancestors.
The farmers calculated and totaled.
In my mind, I gradually came up with women's favorite bouquets, children, favorite candies, and a pot of Huadiao wine that I usually dare not drink and can't bear to part with.
My heart was slowly filled with happiness, and my eyes shone with hope.
In front of various rice shops, the crowds of people selling grains are already excited.
The villagers who had sold the grain excitedly counted the pieces of silver and bit them one by one with their teeth, regardless of the tooth marks left by others on the silver or the fragments of rice husk still stuck to their hands.
Huoyun layman and his rice shop clerks were busy weighing the grains collected in his own rice shop and putting them into uniform large sacks.
Take advantage of the opportunity to lower the price, and you don’t have to think about exchanging big buckets for small buckets.
Notices from the Prime Minister's Mansion have long been posted at the entrances of every rice shop in the city.
In order to prevent businessmen from making unscrupulous money during the harvest, the Prime Minister's Office had issued strict orders to officials from various places to ensure the autumn harvest through newspapers, official documents and other means as early as half a month ago.
The purchase price of grain must be the same as last year, and it was also clearly stated where people can go to complain if there is a situation where people's money is deducted from the exchange of grain buckets.
How will the officials of the Prime Minister's Office deal with it?
In the past half month, all the people knew about this order through the comments and comments of the educated scholars and idlers.
Like the land equalization and tax exemption policies of the Prime Minister's Office in the past, there is not only a legal framework, but also various supporting measures for implementation.
If businesses and landowners violate government orders, ordinary people can complain to local officials.
If local officials refuse to accept the case or collude with the gentry, the people can complain to the Prime Minister's Office.
Or when the roving inspectors sent by the Prime Minister's Office arrive, they block the road and complain.
The Prime Minister's Office will send people to provide justice to everyone.
In addition to punishing the relevant officials, it will also compensate the people for their losses.
If it is true as Taoist Priest Qingyang said, Prime Minister Wen is trying to win people's hearts.
At least, the Prime Minister spent enough money to win people's hearts.
Shaking his head, layman Huoyun thought gloomily.
He purchased grain at the same price as last year, and his rice store did not suffer any losses.
Wailang Du Gui, a member of the Prime Minister's Office, had already informed various rice shops that the Prime Minister's Office could purchase the grain they collected at a price that was 10% higher.
There are only two things that Midian needs to do.
First, ensure the quality of the food.
Second, the grain is packed into bags and sent to the public treasury behind the Governor's Mansion.
Then, according to the total amount of grain turned in, go to the relevant officials in the Dudu Mansion to collect the money.
After careful calculation, Midian's income was several times higher than in previous years, and there was not a single penny in it.
The white money and the heavy copper coins made Huo Yun think deeply.
"Do we really need to get rid of such an official quickly?"
Huo Yun asked himself over and over again in his heart.
In his half-life, he has never seen such a reasonable government, be it the Song Dynasty or the Mongols.
He had only heard of such responsible officials in commentaries.
"I have lived a good life with you, sir," a commoner who sold his grain said with emotion, holding his bulging robe.
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"Isn't it?
This is the real Master Qingtian."
Someone immediately echoed.
The people are kind, but they also accept death.
White silver and heavy copper coins hold much greater weight in their hearts than the righteousness of the monarch and his ministers.
"A bunch of stupid people" muttered Priest Duofu, who was dressed like a young boy.
Instigated by Taoist Priest Qingyang, he hid in Huoyun's rice store to observe the defense situation of the Governor's Mansion not far away.
The hard work of carrying food packages made him even more jealous of Wen Tianxiang.
It is too difficult to assassinate such a big man.
Although the guards around Wen Tianxiang are not martial arts masters, there are not many guards on guard around the Prime Minister's Mansion.
But all day long, Wen Tianxiang was hardly seen walking out of the front door of the Prime Minister and Governor's Mansion.
This Song Dynasty Youcheng neither had the elegance of climbing high places to compose poems nor the hobby of going to brothels to taste wine and admire flowers.
There were too few opportunities to assassinate a person who, besides going to the military camp, returned to his hometown for work.
Rushing in from the main gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion is something that heroes like Jing Ke and Nie Zheng can do.
Although Duofu, Qingyang and others claim to be chivalrous, they do not have the selfless courage of the ancients.
"Shopkeeper, please send today's rice to Tianziku in the backyard of the Governor's Mansion."
A man who looked like an official walked into the rice shop, showed his number plate, and ordered politely.
"I know, I'll send it to you right away."
Taoist priest Huo Yun happily agreed and trotted to arrange for the waiter.
Taoist priest Duofu put down what he was doing, lowered his head and walked over.
He had been reprimanded several times by Taoist Priest Qingyang for not doing things well.
Thinking of Qingyang's mad dog-like face, Duofu felt as if there were countless little drums beating in his heart.
Now that there was an opportunity to sneak into the Governor's Mansion, he would certainly not let it go.
"Go ahead and be careful not to get into trouble on the way."
Huoyun layman sighed and whispered to Duofu.
He didn't dare to block Qingyang's arrangements, nor did he dare to dampen Duofu's enthusiasm.
In the eyes of this group of people who wanted to join the Mongols for promotion and wealth, they were already a thorn in their side.
If you continue to meddle in other people's business, you might be cleared out by your fellow disciples one day.
"It turns out that Mr.
Wen bought our grain.
I'm still wondering why the guys didn't find fault this year."
After hearing what the official said, a common man selling grain muttered to his companions.
"Of course, how can the shopkeepers do this?
After selling the grain, I have to go to the temple to burn incense.
Master Wen won't accept our gifts, so let's ask the gods to keep him safe."
Received The people of Qian answered loudly.
"That's the truth.
You can't find such a good official even if you light a lantern.
He doesn't accept gifts, but we have to be conscientious."
The words of the people kept echoing in Huo Yun's ears.
Conscience Huoyun subconsciously touched his chest.
My heart has been pounding since morning.
The amulet close to the chest was soaked with sweat and sticky, and it felt indescribably uncomfortable to touch.
Note for drinkers: Thanks to everyone for your enthusiastic suggestions, the best ones have been distributed this week.
Will make up for it on Monday
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