Inside the house, Sun Yue was studying hard, and outside the house, Sun Chunming's storytelling was also very enthusiastic.

Sun Chunming and his generation grew up listening to storytelling. At that time, I didn’t know what a young man was. The happiest thing every day was to hear Shan Tianfang’s voice when he came home from school. Therefore, he had heard Mr. Shan Tianfang’s classic storytelling more than five or six times. When he was a child, he could even talk about the Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties from beginning to end.

But after so many years, I naturally forgot it. However, after all, my cultural foundation is here. I will edit and modify the foundation I remember, and I will create a second creation myself. I will not worry that no one likes it when I put it in a cultural desert like Song Chu. The cheers are also rising and falling.

Crosstalk is a short sequel. Generally speaking, if you are happy, you have to ask for money here. If you have to take three or five times, you will be able to take a break after taking out the audience’s pockets.

Storytelling is different. This thing must be a long paragraph. It can’t stop until twenty or thirty minutes. The rhythm in the middle must be kept tense and cannot be interrupted casually.

So a storytelling says that the workload is much greater than crosstalk, but the money is only once. Although the audience is more sticky, the income is actually much worse than crosstalk. This is why they keep saying crosstalk instead of storytelling.

When talking about storytelling, the audience is more sticky, and the sticky ones are surrounded by more people. In the morning, no stores are opened very much, and the idle men on the dock gather in pieces, so that in a short while, the road is blocked and it is very lively.

However, no matter when, it is always wrong to block the road. Even in Nancheng, someone still has control over it. Without saying a long time, a big man with his arms shaking came over and scolded, "What are you doing? Get out of here."

Sun Chunming didn't know the person, but Lao Cao knew him. He hurriedly came up and smiled and said, "It's Brother Liu San, are you here to collect taxes?"

"No, I am kind to the government, everything remains the same. I am still in charge of our taxes. Lao Cao, you have a good business. There are so many people, my brother will accept you thirty trump cards a month, not much."

"Thirty-six? Brother Liu, you see, I have so many people around me, and I have listened to books, and there are not many people who give me money. You can do it well, so I will collect less."

"Don't make money? If you don't make money, why do you block the street? If you disperse it, you will all disperse it. In this way, you will be twenty coins a month. I have heard that your family has the best business on this street, but there are indicators for the top. If you pay more, you can be considered to be considerate and considerate for my brother.

Sun Chunming also came over and said, "Brother, you see, we are a business that is run by two families. There are many people in our family and the dogs have to study, which is quite expensive. Do you see if you can be more comfortable and erase it a little more."

"Reading? What kind of books do you want to read? Is it better to read a top scholar in your small shop?"

There was a casual man next to him who couldn't listen anymore. It was hard to say how much money he made in storytelling and crosstalk, but his popularity was accumulated. The tax collector himself was not considered an official, especially at this time, it was actually very chaotic, and not everyone was afraid of him.

I heard someone in the crowd say, "Liu Da's head and legs are on us. We are willing to come and listen to books. What does it have to do with them? The new officials dare not oppress the people. How can they change the dynasty and the generations have changed you to the majesty."

With the beginning, these idle men started to complain. Most of these men were refugees and were pulling on the docks. In the official terms, they were actually unruly people. Officials were most afraid of contacting such people.

When the tax collector saw that the public was angry, he had to say, "Okay, okay, then I will lose 5 stagnant again. OK, you guys blocked the road and made such a noise. You guys are not afraid of other neighbors scolding you and disturbing the people, and still studying? What kind of books do you read like this? Do you think I'm so fooling?"

Before Sun Chunming could speak, someone asked for help and laughed and scolded: "Big head, you are called "I don't know the Mount Tai, you are a little boy who is not aware of the people, and you are a man who is studying in the world. You are the young husband who has been praised by the officials in the world. Why don't you please me quickly? Are you afraid that others will take you off when they grow up?"

Sun Chunming waved his hands repeatedly to advise everyone not to say anything anymore. The so-called King of Hell is more difficult to deal with when seeing a little ghost. Sometimes such minor officials are much more difficult to deal with than officials. If they provoke people to hold grudges, some will be brought to deal with you.

The administrative system of the entire Song Dynasty was very strange. Later generations only knew that officials overlapped layer by layer, and the redundant officials were extremely efficient, but they did not know that there were extremely shortage of grassroots officials who actually did things in the Song Dynasty. Not to mention the early Song Dynasty, even the best tax collector system in the entire Northern Song Dynasty was in chaos. Usually, only one or two minor officials were responsible for collecting taxes in a county.

The village is fine, but the city simply has no rules at all. There are several pieces in a city, and each piece is arranged to collect taxes, and they are not obliged to pay wages.

Every month, the county government conducts a showdown based on the indicators given by the court according to the wealth level of each area. It is strange that these tax collectors do not eat or get the card.

In short, this tax collector is not a big official, and he is not an official at all, but his power is extremely great. At least it is not difficult for your whole family to survive in this area.

Unexpectedly, the tax collector slapped his thigh and said, "I heard before that there is a child prodigy in our Nancheng. On the day of the Yuan Dynasty, he was not only praised by the officials, but also gave him a gift, saying that he was a person like Wei Zheng. Could it be your child?"

Sun Chunming was stunned and could only say, "It's just a dog son, it's just a little luck, and he dare not compare with Wei Zheng."

"Ha! It's this little prodigy. I've said it a long time ago. Who dares to collect taxes from my husband? You won't collect taxes anymore. I'll take it. I'll continue to talk about this book."

Sun Chunming was overjoyed: "Thank you, thank you for this big brother."

"Thank you, ought, what do you call me?"

"The surname is Sun, and his name is Chunming."

"Brother Chun, don't worry, as long as I'll be a tax collector for one day in the future, you won't have to pay taxes, but... I have a reluctant request."

"Please say it."

"Can the son take out the gift of the emperor and open his eyes to brothers?"

Sun Chunming thought it was a big deal, but when he heard this request, he naturally agreed. In fact, Sun Yue had already come out for such a big change. Hearing this, he took off the iron finger hanging around his neck, walked over and reached out and handed it: "For you."

The tax collector saw both the ring's eyes shining, and wiped the sweat from his palms in his pants in a detention, and carefully took it, his expression as if it was pilgrimage.

Although Zhao Kuangyin had just become emperor for a few days, he had not massacred the city or added taxes. Only these two items were used to respect him from the bottom of his heart. He was obviously an ordinary iron ring, but when he took it out, he lost his voice at the same time.

After the tax collector saw enough, he returned the precious and serious ones. Sun Yue happily hung the thing back on his neck. He knew that this thing would be useful, but he didn't expect it to be so useful and legally avoid taxes.
Chapter completed!