The land of Jiangnan and the land of fish and rice is much better than that of the north. Although God has changed his face since the Wanli period. The wind and rain are not smooth, and it has been very cold for decades. When it is cold, the crops will be inadequate, and the yield is much worse than before. After deducting the taxes paid to the county, there will be even less in your hands. Those who have no waste at home can barely get a waste. If there is a waste at home, they owe millet or copper coins on credit, this life will be difficult.

Fortunately, the Jiangnan area is OK, and no matter how cold it is, it will not be much colder. The output cannot keep up with the past, but it is definitely much stronger than the north, so people cannot starve to death. Of course, this is for those poor people and for the large landlords, it is not a matter of whether they are hungry to death, but whether they are more or less. One is hungry and the other is input, and the two cannot be mentioned together.

Looking at the thousand acres of fertile land in front of him, Mr. Ye was very satisfied. He had been an official for half his life and saved up such a big family. The son of a Tanhualang appeared in his family, which made him very proud. Speaking of the Ye family, no one in the neighborhoods would give a thumbs up, even Kunshan County, Suzhou Prefecture, or even Nanjing, had to look up to his Ye family.

Although the Qing Dynasty has become the Ming Dynasty, and his son took the exam for the Qing Dynasty's Tanhualang, Mr. Ye was not worried that his status would decline. Because his son was very smart and quickly saw the opportunity, he followed Cai Shiying, the governor of the canal transport in Yangzhou and became clear. I heard that when His Highness King Qi entered the city, he was still led by his son. With this alone, Mr. Ye dared to say that looking at Jiangnan, his Ye family's status was still as before, and no one dared to underestimate his family!

Tanhualang is still Tanhualang, Ye family is still Ye family, and Master Ye is still Ye. The world has not changed. The only thing that has changed is that there is a braid on his head. Or, the emperor can be replaced, but the gentry cannot fall.

Mr. Ye walked around the fields with his hands behind his back. This was a habit he had developed over the years. He would stroll around his own fields on time every morning. This is not to say that Mr. Ye was very concerned about the crops in his own fields, and he estimated how much grain he could collect and how much money he could sell this year. But he liked to do this because he enjoyed the flattering gaze and earnest greetings of the tenants when they saw him.

"Master Ye!"

"Master, you are here!"

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Along the way, tenants and servants of the Ye family put down their work from time to time and came forward to greet each other enthusiastically just to leave a good impression in front of Mr. Ye.

What is Mr. Ye’s identity? On the one-acre and three-point land of the Ye family, he is the heaven, so he only calls him respectfully, but he will not reply to the other party. If he is in a hurry and Mr. Ye can call the other party’s name casually, then the other party is so honorable and he will be much more motivated to work. After returning from work, he may be able to talk to his wife and children for a long time. Mr. Ye knows my name, what a blessing it is.

What the tenant’s servants think, Master Ye doesn’t think about it. Speaking of the Qing Dynasty, Master Ye doesn’t hate it because his son took the imperial examination in the Qing Dynasty. If it weren’t for the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, his Ye family would have been able to have a Tanhualang? So Master Ye was really grateful to the Qing Dynasty.

But the Qing Dynasty was good, but it was not good at all, that was to ask Mr. Ye to pay the food and tax. This was something that he could not even think about in the Ming Dynasty. At that time, no matter how big the Ye family was and how many tenants there were, the government would not dare to ask him for a copper coin from his Ye family. Because the gentry exemption from taxes was a rule that had been over a hundred years, no one could break it. If the officials in the mansion were not tactful, Mr. Ye would have ten thousand ways to make the other party surrender. Some officials who were not on the road had just taken office and were transferred by a document from the Ministry of Personnel. Mr. Ye had seen a lot back then.

Fortunately, although the Qing Dynasty asked Mr. Ye to pay taxes, after Mr. Ye went to the government to spend some money, his life was as symbolic as ever, and he only paid some symbolically every year, and the big head was still in his own hands. The county magistrate was not as good as the current government. No matter how loud the thunder of the Qing Dynasty's court fell below, someone would have to implement it. And which of the local officials had nothing to do with the gentry of Jiangnan, and who would dare to risk offending the gentry of Jiangnan to do the "human and gods' anger" thing.

Gentlemen are gentry. No matter who the emperor is, tax exemption is natural! If you really want to pay it, you can just do it. I didn’t see that when the pirates invaded in a large number of people last year, many people secretly contacted each other and wanted to respond? Why? Isn’t it because these people don’t even want to pay the symbolic tax? Compared with those people, Mr. Ye felt that he was worthy of the Qing Dynasty, at least he did not have an affair with the pirates.

On the way back, Mr. Ye couldn't help but feel a little moved when he saw the people around Zhuangzi working in his own fields.

Alas, the people suffer when prosperity occurs; the people suffer when death occurs.

You said the people were so miserable yesterday? You said that this natural disaster has been going on for decades, and the court still collected so much tax yesterday. How can the people survive?

But... if you don't make trouble for these people, can you still make trouble for me? If they don't pay the land tax, I have to pay the tax. You can count, how many acres of fat and thin land in our old Ye family? In addition to those who are not measured in their name, I really have to pay taxes one by one. How can my family live in a hundred-tenth-old family...

The monk in the temple said that I would not go to hell, who would go to hell, and this is not reasonable. As for me, whoever loves to go to hell, whoever loves to go to hell, I am unwilling to deal with the King of Hell anyway! Since these people are so poor that they are not poor for a while, so whether it is the Qing Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty, the taxes are still required for their people. As for those of us who have families, careers, and fame, we have to live for ourselves and for our children and grandchildren, otherwise, what is the point of living this person?

Master, I worked hard to save my family and provide for a Tanhualang. If I end up paying food and taxes like the people, why bother?

Tell us a thousand things, and I love to do things yesterday. As long as I don’t have the idea of ​​our gentry!

I, Ye, have my own heart and I have no other hope. I just hope that the tenant can just hand over the rent. It will rain other things and my mother wants to get married, so let him go.

When he returned to the mansion and looked at the long queue of rent payments, Mr. Ye almost closed his eyebrows together. He watched the accounting room weighing the tenants with a smile. From time to time, he stuck out his butt and looked at the scale, for fear that the accounting room would be bad and benefit the tenants, and secretly tried to reduce his own food.

A small doll makes a big doll, that's what the local buns do. Ye Tiancheng, after all, is a juren. How can I do like those rude buns? How much scolding does this cause? According to the rules, how much success should be achieved? Our Ye family will never charge one more pill for rent, and there will definitely be one more pill!

Do you know what the human heart is?

Since ancient times, it is said that "those who win the hearts of the people will win the world." It turns out that the world belongs to the Zhu family, but later it was called Aisin Gioro. Now the Zhu family has been called back. Whether your surname is Ai or Zhu, we have no idea. Be our obedient people well. If you say you want to shave your hair and change your clothes, we will shave your hair and change your hair; if you say you want to restore the Han family's clothes and your clothes and don't have the ability to control the Han family's clothes and don't have the ability to control it.

I, Ye Tiancheng, only seek personal heart and name! Otherwise, when the county magistrate treats me, Ye Tiancheng, can I be the first place? If it weren't for the reputation of being polite to the people and being innocent, would the county magistrate look up to me? But then again, if it weren't for my eldest son, Tanhualang, the county magistrate might have been so polite to me.

When Mr. Ye thought of his own Tanhualang, he couldn't help but think about the words his son asked someone to bring him, asking his family to give him five thousand taels of silver. He said that he had just won the Ming Dynasty and had not been valued with the King of Qi, so he had to deal with him, ask someone to do something for himself, and then find a good position in the court in Nandu. This would be a waste of Tanhualang, who had won the ten-year ten years of hard work.

To be an official, you have to be a human being. These officials are all human beings. As long as you make a good person, the official will naturally be able to do it. How to make a good person? Just silver! It’s the old saying that money can make the devil push the grind! As long as the money is in place, everything will be in place!

It is a good thing for his son to be motivated. Ye Tiancheng supports him. He is not unreasonable. He knows that his son was the imperial examination in the Qing Dynasty after all, and the Tanhualang of the Qing Dynasty had just recovered. The Ming Dynasty had just fought so hard before. It was difficult for his son, Tanhualang, to be stuck in the middle. So what if he just led a horse to His Highness the King of Qi? No one in the court talked for him, it would be difficult to do anything.

The problem is that it will cost 5,000 taels this time! When I think of this number, Mr. Ye subconsciously felt aching, and his cheeks were sore: My goodness, 5,000 taels, this is not a decimal, how many years will I have to charge for rent to receive this number.

After thinking for a long time, I made up my mind and bite my teeth. Money is something outside my body. I will not bring it to death. Anyway, I have suffered all my life and planned it all my life for my children and grandchildren. If these five thousand taels really make Aier a fat man, it is worth it!

Mr. Ye actually understood it very much. He knew that no matter how much the silver was, it would not be good. Could it be that Chengdu was piled up at home and counted it when he was fine? This silver has to be used, it has to be used, and it has to be exchanged for silver! Now my son wants to use this money to engage in activities and ask for help, and the silver has to be brought out without hesitation. Why? Because this silver is worth it and used on the edge! If you make a fortune, you can earn 5,000 taels immediately. Do you think this business is worth it? Of course it is worth it!

Just as he was thinking about who to send to Beijing to deliver the money, he saw his own manager running over with a discomfort. Before he could come forward, he shouted from afar, looking anxious.
Chapter completed!