Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 922 Tax payment is glorious

   County government.

   Send greeting cards to the county one by one.

  The county lord has only one attitude towards this... no visitors.

  At the beginning, everyone thought that Ouyang Zhi was a glaring King Kong.

   But I didn't expect... This one is a God of Wealth.

  The gentry in the county are going crazy.

  They suddenly realized that even to build a county school in the past, they had to rely on the magistrate of the gentry, but now they hold the power of the sky.

  Whose land is the road repaired in? What is the future plan of the county? These things can bring... what a huge wealth.

   While everyone was scratching their heads and ears.

  Ouyang Zhi had a calm expression on his face. He leaned over the desk, wrote a letter, and sent it directly to Xishan.

  …

  In the new city, the first big theater has been completed.

  This large theater occupies a huge area, with four floors high, and the terraced stands are stacked up, which can accommodate thousands of people.

In the era of lack of entertainment, such a theater is very attractive to the common people. Not only that, there are 108 VIP rooms here. From the window, you can see the stage, and the location is perfect.

  Fang Jifan personally led a few disciples, sitting in the box, with his feet up, holding a teacup in his hand, under his feet, there were already crowds of people, and countless people bought theater tickets to go on stage.

   Today's show is Dingjun Mountain.

  So Zhu Houzhao also came.

  He has been too busy recently, even drinking tea, he looked like a vulgar person, drank it all in one gulp, and then said to the **** beside him: "Liu Banban, pour tea."

  Actually, it doesn’t matter whether the **** around him is named Liu or not. The important thing is that the prince can be called whatever he likes.

   "It's really comfortable here, and the price is expensive." Zhu Houzhao said excitedly.

  Fang Jifan shook his head: "It's not expensive, just thirty-eight taels of silver for one night."

   "..." Zhu Houzhao was about to jump up: "It's so expensive."

  Fang Jifan smiled: "The people below only cost ten cents for a theater ticket, but we are different. We are noble people, do we care about money?"

  Zhu Houzhao pondered for a long time: "Listen, you are slaughtering people like cows. This is stripping the skin and bones, and you will not let go of any flesh."

  Fang Jifan said eloquently: "This is robbing the rich and helping the poor, doing justice for the heavens, for our Ming Dynasty, for the emperor, our Fang Jifan..."

  Zhu Houzhao felt a pain in the head, and hurriedly waved his hands: "Stop talking, stop talking, if you go on, I don't want to listen to the show."

  Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao resentfully, is it easy for him? Why do you do this yourself? Why are you here...

  Fang Jifan himself is confused, let alone, anyway, it is for lofty ideals, for the country and the people.

  Zhu Houzhao leaned out of the window, looked around at the nearby boxes, and saw that the lights in the boxes were lit up one by one, and it seemed that there were people there. Zhu Houzhao said in shock: "It turns out that there are really fools who were fooled by this."

  Fang Jifan sat on the side with his legs crossed, sneering in his heart, His Royal Highness, this does not understand the psychology of his subjects, think about those nobles, will they mix with a group of mud legs? This box is for them.

  One side is ten Wen coins, and the other is thirty-eight taels of silver. This is a price calculated entirely based on the gap between the rich and the poor.

   Such a price may seem intimidating, but for many people who want to invite friends, or go to officials, show off, or want to show that they value the invited people, this small amount of money...is really nothing.

  …

  Zhu Houzhao breathed out: "I still don't understand, they have money like this, why don't they invite a troupe to sing at home."

Fang Jifan shook his head: "First, the best theater troupes in the world are all in our Xishan. Second, listening at home, how lonely it is. But it's different here, does your Highness feel it? Noble, look under the window, Crowded, those... are ordinary ordinary people, and I watched them sweat profusely, even though I was listening to the same drama as them, they were standing next to each other, but I sat with my feet up in this quiet place, beside How does it feel to have someone serving you tea? Do you know about free games?"

   "Free...free games..." Zhu Houzhao was dumbfounded: "What free games."

Fang Jifan suddenly felt that he was getting carried away, he slipped his tongue, and shook his head hurriedly: "It's nothing, in a word, in this world, when there are green leaves, there are people rushing to make flowers. Naturally, it's not because people who fight to be flowers are stupid, Your Highness I feel sorry for the local tyrants, but I don't know that for those people with a lot of money, this is just a daily routine. Okay...listen to the show..."

  While listening, Liu Wenshan who was standing behind Fang Jifan was called out, and then came back in a hurry: "Teacher."

  Fang Jifan raised his eyes and glanced at Liu Wenshan.

  Liu Wenshan said in a low voice: "A friend of the student, I heard that someone secretly joined forces... There are more than 30 people to impeach Senior Brother Ouyang..."

   "Who are they?" Fang Jifan asked.

   Liu Wenshan lowered his voice: "It may be related to Wang Ao, the heavenly official of the Ministry of Officials."

  Fang Jifan let out a sigh of relief.

  Glanced at Zhu Houzhao.

  Zhu Houzhao seemed to have heard something, and looked this way: "What's wrong with Wang Ao?"

Fang Jifan was heartbroken: "It's really bullying an honest person. An honest and honest person like Ouyang Zhi has not been bullied for a day since he became an official. They see us as easy to bully and treat us as dough. Knead, knead if you want."

  Fang Jifan stood up: "Go and check, Wang Ao has several descendants, find out clearly."

  Liu Wenshan's face changed: "Men... this is..."

  Fang Jifan said angrily: "Wang Ao is the emperor's teacher, and his teacher is relatively straightforward. I really dare not touch him. Can I bully his son and grandson?"

   "..."

   Liu Wenshan cried...

  Master is indeed too straightforward...

  He bowed down suddenly.

  Standing aside, Tang Yin, who was immersed in the play, almost exploded when he heard it.

  A gentleman has something to do and not to do something.

"Teacher..." Tang Yin burst into tears: "Only fighting for the temple, how can it harm the family. If the mentor dislikes the prince, the students will be smashed to pieces, and they will also act as pawns for the mentor, but...but...Wang Ao is old and has a son. Son...is still a child."

  Fang Jifan sat down angrily, and glared at them: "The wolf-hearted thing, when he was a teacher and a child, someone bullied him, and I didn't see you saying that."

   "..."

Zhu Houzhao was on the side, but persuaded: "Okay, okay, don't fight, listen to the play first, after listening to the play, go to see you tomorrow, Wang Ao bites Ouyang Zhi, it is to bite you, to bite you, to bite you Ben Gong, Ben Gong will help you bite back."

  Fang Jifan sighed, why didn't he understand in his heart that the disaster was not as good as his family, he was just angry, did he really let himself go to the kindergarten, Fang Jifan is upright and upright, is this kind of person?

  ...

   "Master, old man..."

   Zhou Wu was out of breath, his eyes were red, and rushed to the master's room.

The old lady Fang was holding the hand of a maidservant, and he looked at the maidservant's hand fiercely, and when he heard that Zhou Wu was mourning, his face turned green, and he let the maidservant go, and wanted to touch the hand Zhangzi: "Bastard, what mourning do you call?"

   "Not good, not good." Zhou Wu knelt down: "Master, this is not good."

  Old Master Fang's face was livid: "Say it quickly, don't say you are ugly, I will cut you."

  Zhou Wudao: "The villain just heard the news, saying yes... saying yes... land prices are on the decline..."

  Grandfather Fang is waiting for a price, when he heard it, he suddenly asked, "Why?"

"Road... road." Zhou Wu cried and said: "Isn't our road built from Dingxing County to Xincheng? But... this road needs to pass through Fangshan County and Zhuozhou County. Those two The people in the county also heard the news that this road is not owned by the family of Dingxing County. People in Dingxing County can use it, so can they. It's the horses and horses going in and out of Zhuozhou and Fangshan, and the carts of grain...Where to send it to the capital, there are people who are shameless and put up signs and say they want to build a new city."

  Old Master Fang's face was as pale as paper when he heard it.

   I'm really afraid of something.

  Recently, Fang’s family collected a lot of food secretly, waiting for merchants to collect it.

  Can now...

Old Master Fang howled: "Damn it, this road was built by the tax bank of our Dingxing County. Mr. Ouyang Qingtian, he has already said that this is taken from the people and used only for the people. The road is built by Dingxing County. Yes, it’s cheap, but people from Fangshan and Zhuozhou took it? They didn’t pay taxes, so why should they be cheap?”

  Zhou Wu cried: "Yes, everyone's eyes are red-eyed now. The Yang family is organizing farmers. We in Dingxing County have to protect the road. We can't just pay taxes and let others take advantage of it."

  Old man Fang’s eyes were bloodshot, he stomped his feet and said: “Of course we must protect the road, not our Dingxing County carriages and horses, others are not allowed to use them, come, call the farmers, we have to protect the taxes we pay.”

  Zhou Wu nodded and was busy preparing the guys and calling the dealers.

  Old Master Fang is not idle, he is no longer in the mood to study numerology and metaphysics with the little maid, leaning on crutches: "Go to the county and ask for an explanation."

  Dingxing County is already overcrowded.

   Not only the gentry, but also a large number of ordinary people came, and there was a crowd.

The road is in Dingxing County, and it has been repaired by itself. Not to mention the gentry, even the ordinary people benefit equally. Now the gentry are anxious to grow grain. After all, the price of grain has risen, so they have given a lot of concessions to the farmers. All of a sudden, there were many merchants, and people were recruiting workers everywhere. The daily payment was thirty renminbi, but now, it has become fifty renminbi.

   There are also businessmen in Dingxing County, who have benefited a lot from the sudden influx of so many merchants.

  This way...can you let me?

  ...

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  (end of this chapter)