Not only Hong Dashou was stunned on the spot, but also several soldiers under Luo Capitan were completely stunned.

You must know that this was 1801, a time when the Li Dynasty had ruled for 500 years and still retained its prestige. The king's law was enforced in counties and counties, and two classes were rampant in the countryside. It was an era when people were divided into four classes and two classes were respected.

No matter where they are, the image of the two classes of nobles who are domineering and careless is deeply carved in the minds of all good and untouchable people.

The adults above the public hall are well-dressed, aloof and commanding. Every word they say can determine the life or death of a commoner, and a sneeze can make the ground shake.

In the countryside, the rich men and women occupy tens of thousands of fields, and there are hundreds of slaves in their homes. The tall houses and courtyards have lacquered doors and wide eaves, and some people even shout when they come in and out. The poor people see it.

, didn’t even dare to say anything.

The deep-rooted fear of Yangban could not be changed for a while. The shopkeepers in the original courtyard saw Luo Zaipiao, a low-ranking official, a gangster who could only run rampant in the countryside. He was also a "master" and "sir"

He screamed, but Fan Luo, the thief, looked slightly disappointed and immediately knelt down.

The traveling merchants in the courtyard believed that it was only natural for them to be blackmailed by Luo Zaipiao, the two gangs. Han Sanshi said a few words, but the speed of taking out the money was not much slower.

Even when they were ordered to be locked up in a wild shop knowing that there was no water to drink and no firewood for heating, the first thought of most merchants was to bribe rather than resist.

The five-hundred-year-old Li Dynasty's prestige still has some sense of existence, and Luo Jiapi, who is wearing an official coat, can also intimidate a larger number of traveling merchants with a small number of officers and soldiers.

This is inertia! The inertia of fear for Li Chao and Liangban!

But Luo Zhai, in broad daylight and in full view of everyone, actually threw Hong Dashou's boxwood plaque representing the Dongban Military Attaché's household registration directly into the fire.

Driving a big pot, the firewood pile cooking beef was burning brightly. In the blink of an eye, the boxwood sign disappeared with a "crackling" explosion, as if it had never existed.

"I ask you again, you said you are a Dongbanhu, do you have any proof?"

In fact, Luo Zaibao's palms were full of sweat, and he felt hot inside even though it was winter.

He didn't know why he was so deceived by lard just now that he threw Hong Dashou's household registration number into the fire and burned it. Now he could only walk to the dark and pretend to be calm and ask Hong Dashou.

"I tell you, the county supervisor is very busy and has no time to deal with you poor people!"

Feeling that Hong Dashou had been drunk by him, Luo Captor's inner tension eased a little, and he used some of his usual aura of running rampant in the countryside to warn Hong Dashou not to cause trouble.

If it were in his hometown of Tieshan County, the county rolls would indeed clearly state Hong Dashou's height, age, physical features, and the acres of land owned by his family.

This is the so-called household registration, which is the basis for collecting Ding tax and land tax. In the feudal era, grassroots officials may not pay attention to other things, but the tax book is always updated in real time without any mistakes. (Except for the hidden big households, only for farts.

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Although Hong Dashou is a yangban, the Korean yangban households are not tax-free. The fields owned by the Korean yangban households are also subject to tax. The fields that do not need to pay taxes are the fields of meritorious officials. This is even the famous Joseon minister Jing'an Zhao Guangzu.

Something to scold. [Note 1]

Of course, the job fields of North Korean officials, that is, the real estate income used to serve as their salaries, and the farmland occupied by clan members, harems, and the royal family are not subject to tax.

In order not to pay taxes, some families even deliberately forced the wives of deceased men in the family to commit suicide, or directly killed the women in the family. Then they reported to the court and demanded that "chaste women" and "martial women" be promoted. The most outrageous thing was that the relatives

A father would do such an inhumane thing as killing his biological daughter who was about to be married, just in exchange for the permanent tax-free treatment of the land.

The officials in Tiechuan County may not know each other, but Hong Dashou, a large taxpayer, must know them.

But this is Pingshan County, Hwanghae Province, and Luo Zaibao takes advantage of the fact that this place is thousands of miles away from Tieshan County. He doesn't believe that Hong Dashou even carries his household registration card with him. As for the tax payment receipt, it is even less possible to carry it with him.

Once the household registration card was burned, Hong Dashou had nothing else to prove his identity. He could even accuse him of being an undocumented lowly householder and arrest Hong Dashou on the charge of investigating a runaway slave.

Hong Dashou once again broke through the lower limit of his understanding of officials in this era. Although he had broken through it several times and felt that there was no bottom line, he was still surprised by how arrogant Luo Capitan was.

Even though he had already greeted the eighteen generations of Luo Bao Tuo's ancestors in his heart, Hong Dashou still didn't dare to curse out loud. He muttered the words "You are so cruel", and based on the principle that a good man should not suffer the immediate loss, he pretended to be submissive.

If you dare to offend Luo, the thief will leave in mourning.

Anyway, Hong Dashou was ready to fight, and at this time he also knew clearly that he could not alert the enemy. The task of attracting attention and taking advantage of the opportunity to contact him had been completed, so there was no need to waste time.

Han Wushi saw Hong DaShou retreating into the house with a mournful look on his face, and thought that Hong DaShou was really in a complicated mood.

"Don't worry, if you spend ten taels, there are plenty of clerks in the county to help you re-register your household registration. As long as you can get out, everything will be easy."

"Ah? Well. No, no, it's nothing. I know that it's not a big deal if there is a household name at home."

Han Wushi saw that Hong Dashou's expression had recovered, and then he realized that he was pretending to be a thief, so he didn't say anything more.

The two of them looked at each other in silence, sitting quietly, waiting a little boringly for Han Sanshi to come back. There was no movement in the courtyard again. Thinking about it, even if the conversation broke down, the other party would not be able to knock over a strong adult man silently.

Han Wushi was probably tired of waiting and had no water to drink. He stood up and crawled out of the house. With a slight jump, he broke off an iceberg hanging from the eaves.

He gestured to Hong DaShou with the ice, and Hong DaShou waved his hand, saying no. Han Wushi then put the piece of ice into his mouth, and as soon as he put it in, he spit it out again.

It's winter and the ice is so cold, so of course it will be like this.

However, Han Wushi, who had a dry mouth, trembled and broke off a small piece with his hands and threw it into his mouth. The ice melted quickly in his mouth. Han Wushi was probably experiencing the taste of ice and fire, suffering and happy.

The two of them continued to wait like this. Finally, Han Sanshi casually swung back from the opposite side as if nothing had happened, walked into the house casually, and finally closed the door casually.

"How's it going? What did the other side say?" The two of them asked together impatiently.

"It's done!"

[Note 1]: There is no need to explain the word "hero". There are generally two types of heroes in North Korea. One is the Yidai hero, the group of people who rebelled against Li Chenggui and Li Fangyuan. The number of this type of people is limited.

And later on, the father and son turned against each other and killed each other, and they gradually died or were defeated, so there is no need to mention it.

The other kind is the heroes of the feudal dynasty, and there are many of them. There were too many villains in the history of the Li Dynasty. The first three hundred years were almost a history of internal fighting, and the human brain was beaten like a dog's brain.

At his most exaggerated, King Jungjong was the king in Dae Jang Geum who could only say, "Hmm, it's delicious!" "It's so delicious!" "It's so delicious!" He had as many as seventy-two heroes.

Everyone has tens of thousands of knots, or even hundreds of thousands of knots of meritorious land, and no taxes are paid at all.
Chapter completed!