Chapter 137

Man Bao was curious about the grain tax. When Lang came to eat the rest of the steamed stuffed buns on Wednesday, she followed her to join in the fun.

All the people in line here are adult men, not to mention children like man Bao, not even half a boy like Zhou LIULANG, so the people around looked at them curiously.

Manbao quickly went in, and saw that the poor official was holding a measuring rice. He looked at the registered residence and the note in his book, and sang, "Zhou Hu, two people, who need four grain, four silk and 42 cotton."

Zhou Hu immediately came forward with a load. Strangely, the messenger did not weigh, but measured it with a bucket. Ten buckets were one stone, and four stones were forty buckets. Man Bao thought it was troublesome. When he was about to speak, he saw that the messenger measured a full bucket from Zhou Hu's bag with a bucket and sharpened it. He directly threw it into the bucket car. After confirming that there was no inclusion in the grain, he sang, "a bucket!"

After measuring another bucket, he still came up and sprinkled, "two buckets..."

Man Bao was stunned. She looked thoughtfully at the officials measuring grain, and the people around her had already seen it.

After Zhou Hu finished, he went to the village head's house. There were four adults in their family, so he had to accept eight stone grain.

Man Bao squatted on one side and stared at her. The official looked at her for several times. Seeing that the child didn't make trouble, he didn't drive her.

When the village head was finished, it was the turn of the week. Zhou Dalang handed the registered residence and the slips together. According to the law of this dynasty, a man who has reached the age of 18 is a Ding man. Zhou sirang has good luck. He still has two months to reach the age of 18, so he is not a Ding yet.

There are four adults in the Zhou family, who also need eight stone grain.

The officials were also not soft on the food of the Zhou family. After a full bucket, they fell down and sang loudly. The recording officer next to them would write down a sum of 16 characters, and the tax would be paid.

Man Bao watched, looking at the decreasing grain. She finally understood why his father finally added so much when he said grain last night.

At the end of the measurement, there was only a thin layer left in the last bag of grain of the Zhou family. Zhou Dalang took the sign and went aside to change the documents. Zhou Erlang put the grain bag and the rest of the grain on the cart and stepped aside to wait.

Taking the receipt, Zhou Dalang went to hold man Bao's hand.

There are men here. If Zhou Xi can't keep up, she stays behind. As soon as they come out, she immediately welcomes them and asks with a smile, "how's it going? Is it over?"

"It's over. It's going well."

Zhou Xi took a look at the rest of the grain in the grain bag, lowered his voice and said, "how can we go so much this year?"

Zhou Dalang also sighed, shook his head and said, "fortunately, there was no increase. I heard that the next county added an inch of wood on the bucket last year."

Zhou Xi couldn't help spitting: "it's really wicked enough."

Man Bao stood aside and couldn't help asking, "brother, are they embezzling?"

Frightened, Zhou Dalang covered her mouth, looked around nervously and said, "little ancestor, say it when you go home, but you don't dare to say so in the street."

Man Bao couldn't help humming twice. He turned and ran to his fourth and fifth brothers, and discussed with them: "brother five, let's sell more sugar to Fu Er's sister and fourth brother, and then come back to the county to sell ginger. Remember to go to the back door of Fu's house and call the price higher. You're welcome."

He added: "what other bookkeepers and county guards are there? Go to the back door of their house more."

Seeing that she was angry, Zhou Silang touched her forehead and asked, "how did they annoy you?"

"Hum, they are not good officials. We have to earn their money."

Zhou Silang is now very interested in making money. He was happy at the speech and nodded: "no problem. If you don't say that the fourth brother will go around, there are only so many people who can afford tea in this county."

Although Zhou Silang didn't come to the county more than Friday, he had many friends, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to the casino.

They grow a lot of ginger. Except that it is cheaper to sell to Jishitang and grocery stores, the retail price is a little higher. He also prefers to sell it by himself.

Forty Wen per kilogram is the cheapest. Forty five Wen and fifty Wen are priced according to the market. Now Jiang is tender and has a special flavor. Although Lang on Thursday really doesn't understand what the spicy ginger soup tastes like, man Bao says so. He feels that maybe the minds of scholars are different from them.

So on Thursday, Lang didn't hesitate to peddle ginger on his back. He was brave and thick skinned. On Friday, Lang wanted to bid 45 Wen, but he said 50 Wen. He also blew his ginger up according to the effects man Bao told him.

What kind of ginger is planted at the foot of the mountain. It is poured with sweet mountain spring water every day. It uses the best farmyard fertilizer. The quick mountain hero spirit is a good geomantic treasure land. The raised ginger is also very effective and delicious.

Then, for the sake of my sister (aunt), I'll give you two Wen cheaper per kilo. What, five Wen cheaper?

That's too much, Sanwen. It's not easy for us drug farmers to grow some ginger

Yes, Zhou sirang has become a drug farmer.

He sold the ginger at a price of 47 Wen a kilo. Zhou Silang also sold the yam that was about to mature. After blowing its curative effect and taste, he made an appointment with everyone to bring some to them if it was mature.

On Friday, Lang stared all the way. He felt that he was powerful enough. After all, he had been doing business for a year. However, he didn't expect that his fourth brother was more powerful than him and started so soon.

Zhou sirang not only sells things well, but also plays well with his money.

He looked left and right, took advantage of people's inattention, took out two Wen of the money he had just received and put it in another small pocket, and then smiled and took Lao Wu to the next door to sell.

On Friday, Lang blinked. When he didn't see it, he followed skillfully.

Zhou Silang is a chicken thief. He chooses places where rich district or county officials live to sell. People in these places are more willing to spend money to buy things. He sells what he needs in daily life. Moreover, ginger is very fresh and many people are willing to buy it.

He didn't go to the market. He sold out all the ginger in these two areas, and then shook off his hand to go shopping.

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

"Go back to what home? It's still early. Go back after a while."

"My mother said, if I lie, I'll break my leg when I go back, so fourth brother, I won't help you lie."

Zhou Silang's body stiffened, collapsed his shoulders and said, "OK, go back, my mother is really. We are so big and so strict."

On Friday, Lang felt that "we" should not include him. "In the past, when I came to the county, my mother never told me this sentence. I don't trust you."

Zhou Silang muttered, "I've changed."

On Friday, Lang said secretly, "that's strange!"