The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 182
"May I ask who you are?"

Hearing Feng Qing'an utter such wild words, the old man looked at him in disbelief. Although this is a nobleman brought back by Mr. Zhou, even the Zhou family has no right to interfere with the various decrees issued by the county magistrate. Can a gentleman?
"I just passed the Tongsheng exam not long ago, and I'm not much better than Baishen. However, my brother has been sent to the local government and served as the governor of Gunzhou. The county magistrate of your county should listen carefully to what I say!"

Feng Qing'an said with a smile, his elder brother sent down the frontier, he is a real official of the frontier, with military power in his hands, after all, it is a frontier, if he can't get the military power, it is not a joke.

"Zhou Mu, what kind of official is that?"

The old man was at a loss when he heard such an official position.

"Under one person, above ten thousand people, the only one who can control my elder brother is probably the emperor!"

Feng Qing'an was a little humble for his elder brother. He felt that the old emperor could not control his elder brother in all likelihood, otherwise he wouldn't even break the rules. He has been delegated, and he has given such great authority.

"It turns out that you are really a nobleman, and please ask the elder to save us, we really can't survive!"

After understanding Feng Qing'an's origin and background, the old man burst into tears and made a gesture to kneel down to Feng Qing'an again.

The men, women and children who followed behind him were also very clever. Long after Feng Qingan introduced his background, they fell to their knees like a wheat field blown down by the wind.

"Master Qingtian, please make the decision for us!"

"My lord, please persuade the county magistrate!"

"I also ask the old man to be merciful and reduce some taxes. My mother-in-law is about to stop breastfeeding!"

All of a sudden, the field was full of crying and howling, which moved those who heard it.

"This dog officer!"

Behind Feng Qing'an, a bear-like martial artist clenched his fists, with evil spirits in his eyes.

"I can help you, but you have to let me know what happened first."

Feng Qing'an looked at the men, women and children in front of him crying together, and felt quite a headache.

"My lord, you don't know that our county magistrate has a dark heart. You have also seen the situation in this field. If the Dragon King does not rain, we will only let the seedlings in the field grow. so tall,
It's hard to say whether there will be a harvest this year, but the officials in the county don't give us a way to survive, let alone collect the taxes of previous years, so what kind of canal tax and irrigation tax will the county magistrate also charge! "

An old farmer with ravines on his face no less than the dry and cracked land in the field rambled, his words were full of despair, and there was also a trace of imperceptible resentment in it.

When the harvest was good in previous years, it was already very difficult to pay taxes. Now that the harvest is not good, the tax will not be reduced, but it will be increased. Who can bear it?

"Drain tax? Irrigation tax?"

"This is just a name for the officials to collect the blood and sweat of our people. They say that in order to prevent drought, there is not enough water to irrigate the farmland, and they need to collect taxes to build reservoirs and canals!"

"sounds good!"

In name, it sounds acceptable, but in practice, forcing people to sell their sons and daughters is a big problem.

"But the tax money has been collected, and we haven't seen the reservoir canal. We haven't even seen any wet mud, so we collected our irrigation tax for no reason."

"That's more than that. I've heard that the officials in the county are planning to conscript corvees, so that we can collect stones, build reservoirs, and dig canals!"

"We have paid all the tax money, why do we need to repair the reservoir? Whose pocket is the money collected?"

Men, women, old and young, obviously from the same village, were talking a lot, and all of them showed indignation in their eyes, and an obvious resentment boiled over them.

Public grievances!
"How long has the county magistrate of Nimen County been in office? When did these taxes start to be collected?"

Feng Qingan asked in a gentle voice.

"The county magistrate of our county seems to have taken office two years ago. It turns out that the lord has been promoted!"

"What a good lord, why can't you continue to be?"

"Yeah, it would be great if the original county magistrate was here, maybe he would give us a tax reduction!"

Hearing Feng Qing'an asked about the current county magistrate's time, these farmers and women talked a lot, and even missed the previous county magistrate who had been promoted.

There is a gap when there is a comparison, and the beauty is known only when it is lost. They are just farmers in the field, and they only care about their own one-third of an acre of land.

But after the new county magistrate took office, they knew how good the original county magistrate, who never raised excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes, seemed inconspicuous and had no sense of existence to them.

But regret is useless, and the county magistrate who has been promoted cannot return to Pingwu County.

"This trafficker's tax, this canal tax, and the irrigation tax, how much does your county magistrate collect? Can you tell me about it?"

"Half of the trafficker's tax is paid. The canal tax and irrigation tax are collected on the basis of each family's head. Two taels of silver per person. Even newborn babies have to be paid!"

"Two taels of silver? Too much!"

Feng Qing'an, who has experienced poverty, knows what two taels of silver mean to ordinary farmers.

In the prefectural city, two taels of silver may not be enough to eat a good dish, but in the villages and towns, it is enough to meet the generous food and clothing expenses of a family of five.

The most exaggerated thing is that this privately added tax is not collected according to the household registration, but spread according to the head. With the child-rearing habits of ordinary farmers, each household has to pay almost ten taels of silver. Not only that, it's no wonder that the common people are selling their sons and daughters one after another.

This is not only because they can't afford to sell iron, but on the other hand, it is also to avoid taxes. The tax is calculated according to the head, so the number of people in the family is reduced.

I have to admit that the county magistrate who raised taxes privately is really a living animal!

"Yeah, the tax is really too much, we mudlegs can't afford it even if we sell our sons and daughters!"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's comment, the old man couldn't help crying.

"Don't worry, old man. I'll go to the county government office and talk to your county magistrate. This tax will probably be canceled from today onwards!"

Feng Qingan comforted with a smile.

"My lord, can you really persuade the county magistrate not to collect taxes?"

A farmer was still skeptical, and the surprise came so suddenly that he couldn't believe it.

"Whether it can be done or not, we will see the outcome in two days. You should take your children back first. If you don't collect taxes, you can give birth to this baby!"

Feng Qing'an asked this group of poor people to take all their children back.

"Thank you sir!"

"Quick, kowtow to the nobleman!"

Although he was skeptical, Feng Qing'an had said so, and naturally this group of farmers had nothing to say, they just waited for two days, so this group of people kowtowed and bowed, but they also gave way to the road. Come out, so that Feng Qing'an and his party can pass.

"Young master, shall we go to the county government to find the county magistrate dog?"

Zhou Yiyang, who was able to understand how miserable the lives of the ordinary people he could see almost every day after drawing a distance from a group of villagers who were still kowtowing, couldn't help asking.

"No, you take me to the surrounding villages to take a look first, I want to see what's going on?"

"Yes!"

This time, the young master of the Zhou family willingly acted as Feng Qing'an's dog-legged leader. Before, he just didn't understand the suffering of the people below. When he really came into contact with it, he was greatly shocked.

Although their family is quite powerful in the local area, no matter how powerful they are, it is impossible to interfere with the government's tax revenue. It can only prevent those messy taxes from being collected by their family. Master Weifeng can abolish these unreasonable taxes.

For the next half a day, Feng Qing'an and his party visited several villages in Pingwu County to find out the basic situation of the villagers. Because Zhou Dashao, a local celebrity, was there, Feng Qing'an's inquiries went smoothly.

"Officer dog, it's really an official dog!"

"Damn it!"

After a general understanding of the situation, Feng Qing'an and his party, from top to bottom, were all pale, and everyone showed indignation, cursing, even Zhao Butler, who lived two hundred years old, couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly. He clenched his fist and squeezed the water and fire stick on his body from time to time.

Because as Feng Qing'an expected, the Pingwu county magistrate who can toss about the canal tax and irrigation tax naturally cannot have such a little work. Although the people mainly make a living from farming, they also engage in other businesses.

Woodcutters who go to the mountains to cut firewood need to pay a tax on woodwork, fishermen who rely on water to fish have to pay a fish tax, those who plant orchards need to pay a tax on orange groves, those who make wine need to pay a community wine tax, and those who open shops need to pay a ground shop tax... Feng Qing Today, An really realized what exorbitant taxes are, and they simply do not leave people with a way to survive.

"My lord, shall we go to the county government office now?"

Although he was quite indignant at the exploitation suffered by the local people, how to act still depended on Feng Qing'an. These warriors were very clear-headed and were not overwhelmed by the momentary anger.

Don't look at the local county magistrate as such a common people, but if someone outside the government takes action against him, it is provoking the majesty of the government and challenging the laws of the Great Jin Dynasty. Let alone a gangster, he will be hunted down even in the Hunyuan Realm .

"You are not too young, you should have seen the unscrupulous dude, right?"

Feng Qing'an looked at the menacing warriors in front of him, and asked with a smile.

"Of course I've seen this before, I wonder what you plan to do, my lord?"

Butler Zhao's eyes showed some anticipation.

"When my elder brother won the first prize, I once said that one day, I would be a dandy who can eat and drink well. At that time, I gave my husband and parents a good training, so I gave up this idea.

Thinking about the past today, I suddenly want to fulfill my dream of the year, to return to the yamen, but running wild in the countryside is nothing, I want to go to the county yamen to ride horses, I wonder if you would like to be my evil young thug?For my minions? "

Feng Qing'an's face showed a look of reminiscence, and then slowly said, the problem was not serious at first, and he could try to persuade him with nice words, but after understanding the situation, he felt that he was still a playboy.

"As much as I wish, I dare not invite you!"

Butler Zhao had a faint smile on his face, bowed and said, while the rest of the warriors were all gearing up, eager to try.

"It's a certain family's honor to be a thug for the young master."

"My lord, I am proficient in the art of torture. When I arrive at the county government office, I ask you to order me whatever you want!"

"I am also willing to be the son's minion!"

Young Master Zhou also showed excitement in his eyes. He dared not even think about such a thing as riding a horse in the county government. Once it was done, it would basically be equated with rebellion, but this one in front of him was different.

"Then why are you still standing there? Why don't you take us back to your Zhuangzi quickly, and equip each of us with a good horse, put on strong clothes, and the thugs should look like thugs!"

"Yes!"

Shocked, Zhou Yiyang led the way again, and hurriedly led the group back to his home.

The Zhou family's mansion is not in the county seat, but a huge villa located outside the city, including several low hills. When Feng Qing'an and his party stepped into the gate of the manor, they saw a group of people dressed in clean and tidy clothes. The little boy in the clothes ran past with a smile and a few servants who were yelling behind him.

"Eldest son!"

However, when these maids saw Zhou Yiyang coming in from the main entrance of the manor, they quickly stopped and greeted him respectfully.

"You don't have to worry about me, watch these little brats, don't let them cause any trouble, and don't let anything happen!"

Eldest Young Master Zhou waved his hand, and these maids hurriedly chased after the group of little kids who had already run away.

"This is your family's child? Your Zhou family is really prosperous!"

A warrior looked at the land in front of him, the manor could not be seen at the end, looked at the laughing and playing children everywhere in the manor, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"That's not true. These children were sent by people from all over the world. No matter how much my father can give birth, he can't give birth to so many!"

Zhou Yang said.

"Is this how your Zhou family raises the dolls they sold to you?"

Butler Zhao couldn't help asking in surprise.

"Oh, these are still young and slightly older. My father also hired private tutors and martial arts teachers for them. Whether it's writing literature or practicing martial arts, they can do whatever they like!"

Zhou Yiyang replied with a face of course.

"Your family runs a philanthropic hall? With so many people, how can you support them?"

The bear-like martial artist couldn't help but said.

"It's okay, don't look at the number of children, in fact, dozens of children can't match the appetite of a martial artist, and it doesn't cost a lot of money!"

Zhou Yiyang said carelessly,

"Actually, my father didn't intend to keep them all the time. He told me that if their parents survived the difficulties and want to take them back, let them take them back!"

"Da Zhou!"

Feng Qing'an was walking in the Zhou family village, looking at the faces of the children playing, she suddenly shouted.

"Hey, son, please tell me!"

"Get it!"

Feng Qing'an stretched out his hand and threw the two booklets into Zhou Yiyang's arms. The young master took a look and saw that they were all "Misty Cloud Strategies", but one was middle and the other was bottom.
"It's still in the middle?!"

Young Master Zhou was stupefied. Only then did he realize that people's hearts are sinister, but he was also somewhat puzzled.
"Why did you reward me for this?"

"This is what you deserve."

(End of this chapter)