With a wave of his hand, Zhang Mo signaled that his son could go out. Zhang Mozitong had a hard time, but it was not that he couldn't give birth, but that only Zhang Xuan survived. On him, there were two older brothers, and then a younger brother, and only Zhang Xuan survived. As the only son, Zhang Xuan's status in the Zhang family is naturally not bad.

"Dad?" Zhang Xuan didn't leave. He looked at Zhang Xuan who was exhausted. He felt a little heartbroken. This was from the original memory of Zhang Xuan. He was obviously a stranger, but he looked close to him.

"It's okay, go." Zhang Xuan's tired face added a hint of warmth. When his son grew up, he knew he cared about his father.

"Tell me, can't I say it?" Zhang Xuan asked. He was not anxious about food, drink and enjoyment, nor was he anxious. As a second-generation official, Zhang Xuan has enough awareness and understanding. First of all, he cannot cheat his father. If possible, try to push his father's position higher.

Zhang Xuan studied the issue of the young master and the prince who was in charge when he was very young. If you want to be a happy second-generation official, you should try your best to advise the father of the first-generation official to work hard.

Zhang Xuan doesn't want to work hard, so it's okay to give his father some advice. According to his evaluation of his father Zhang Mo, this person has limited room for improvement and does not seek to make progress. As long as he can maintain his current position, it's good.

Zhang Mo was born in a civilian family, had farmed, served as a soldier, and had been beheaded. He once had a first rank, barely knew some words, became a county magistrate, was loyal, was relatively upright and sleek, which was also the reason why he was able to sit in the position of county magistrate for nearly twenty years.

"The state, the spring tax was robbed, and the state officials were furious." Zhang Mo said casually. He would teach his son with political affairs in the county. If there was no accident, his position as county magistrate would be taken over by his son.

"Spring tax..." Zhang Xuan's brain started to work quickly, extracting useful information from the still-confused memory.

The two taxes in the Great Zhou Dynasty are also called regular taxes, which are divided into spring and autumn taxes. Spring taxes are also called small taxes, Ding taxes, coins, silk, hemp, silk, and iron. Spring is the time when the green and yellow are not connected, and grain is not collected. Autumn taxes are the big taxes after harvest, and it is also the real regular taxes. They mainly focus on grain and fodder, and are the main fiscal revenue of the Great Zhou Dynasty, also known as agricultural taxes.

Luoxia Prefecture has ten counties under its jurisdiction, with a population of less than 300,000. The amount of spring tax is not large. It is said that spring tax is very complicated. In addition to the tax items marked in the Dazhou, salted fish, bacon, and anyway, those with some value can be taxed. If you really can't take it out, you can owe it first. If you think you can't pay it back, you can also use service instead of taxes.

The farmers in the Great Zhou Dynasty had two main burdens: taxes and service, taxes were divided into regular taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and the service was relatively unified. The adult male was in the month of service, which means that one month had to serve labor within a year.

The specific one is even more complicated. If you have county soldiers at home, some of the service can be exempted from the service, only sons can be exempted from military service, and monthly service can be reduced to half service, etc. After careful consideration, Zhang Xuan found that in fact, the service is relatively humane. However, during the implementation process, it is hard to say that when you meet a good official, you can barely survive.

In half a minute, Zhang Xuan calculated the number of spring taxes. The whole province added up to about 100 cars. The average spring tax of ten cars per county is really touching. I took a bunch of rag salted fish to transport it to the capital. Can I still eat it?

When I think of the June season every year, the Ministry of Revenue in Beijing has successively received spring taxes from all over the country, and the smell in the warehouse...

So sour!

The regular taxes and miscellaneous taxes are all for collecting knives, and they are at the forefront. In fact, there are very few knives that can be collected every year. Just such a small amount will be replaced layer by layer. This is not greedy, but the total value has not changed. At least it is fine in the eyes of the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty. When the tax goods were sent to Shangjing, there were basically no few knives.

Although the number is not large, it is also a tax-free cargo of 100 vehicles. Thinking about the road conditions in Lan County and the entire Luoxia Prefecture, it is impossible to transport it out of Luoxia Prefecture in a short time, unless you take the Hanjiang River road and the boats go down the river. As long as the officials of Luoxia Prefecture are not stupid, they will definitely block the docks in various places as soon as possible and strictly investigate ships.

The entire Izuyun Prefecture has many mountains and few lands. Although Lan County is a small place, it is a rare small basin. It has a considerable area of ​​soil that can be grown in millet. This is also the reason why Lan County is not poor in Luoxia Prefecture.

There are many mountains and roads, and it is not feasible to take a hundred vehicles of taxable goods by land. In other words, as long as the time is not long and there are not enough manpower, these goods can only be hidden for the time being and cannot be transported out at all.

Thinking of a group of robbers carrying swords and guns, robbing a bunch of salted fish and bacon with their lives, Zhang Xuan felt that he could not look at it. But this kind of thing is a great thing in the eyes of the government. Politically speaking, this is a confrontation with the official Zhou Dynasty. Economically, a hundred cars of tax and goods are real money. I dare not say that there are too many, and it is still okay to support thousands of people for a year.

Where can spring tax be hidden?

There is no need to ask this question. Luoxiazhou has many mountains, not ordinary ones. One hundred trucks of goods look like a huge pile, and any cave is not full of them. It is impossible, and there is no need to hide it deep in the mountains. As long as you are separated by a few hills, even if you mobilize the 300,000 county residents in the county, you will not be able to find it.

What's more, the mountains are not that easy to enter. Not only are there no roads, but the mountains are not under the jurisdiction of the Great Zhou. Judging from the map, they are all from the Great Zhou. In fact, those mountains belong to the mountain people.

The mountain people are more complicated, with a huge race, and no one can explain the complexity. The mountain people near Luoxia Prefecture are divided into three categories: civilians, Miao people, and barbarian people. Go deeper into the mountains, and they are also divided into livelihoods and familiar people. Each mountain people of different races will also be divided into factions, village groups, etc., which is a mess. Not to mention Zhang Mo, Luoxia Prefecture officials can't figure it out.

Anyway, don't mess with them. They occasionally trade in markets. When encountering disasters, or if there are mountain people who think it is unfair, it is very common to draw swords. Killing a few is just a trivial matter, which angers the mountain people and gather them together, ranging from dozens or hundreds to tens of thousands. After five hundred years of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, countless counties have been captured by mountain people, and even the prefectures have occasionally fallen.

The Great Zhou army has not yet assembled, and the mountain people have already fought. They carry the stolen things and the people into the mountains. If you have the ability, you can send a large army into the mountains to start the war. Obviously, that is impossible. There are mountain roads, but there is no way to move a large army. If you really send tens of thousands of troops into the mountains, you can win if you fight. There is not enough logistics supply. The Zhou army, who is not familiar with the mountains, can starve to death.

Sacrifice to the hiding place of Luoxiazhou Spring Tax, you need to offer 500 knives or equivalent items.

Only 500 coins? Why do coal mines cost 100,000 coins? This gap is too big!

Seeing Zhang Xuan in a daze, Zhang Mo frowned. Lao Ma was right, his son's behavior today was a bit strange.

"Father……"

"you say."

"Father, if there are eight hundred coins, maybe I can find out where the Spring Tax is hiding." Zhang Xuan said for a moment. He naturally considered whether this ability is hidden. Normally, time travelers will protect the golden finger to the extreme, and most time travelers will bring it into the coffin. This is a very natural sense of self-protection.

In his original memory, Zhang Xuan found some amazing things, but he had not yet come and carefully sorted them out. Compared with the information, his sacrificial ability may not be considered alternative. Of course, it is also necessary to make some money by the way, which is business.

"Oh?" Zhang Mo was not surprised that his son wanted to help him. Only one of his four sons survived. He has been smart and studious since he was a child. He can't say that he is smart, at least not stupid, and he is more considerate.

Zhang Mo is also very hardworking for his son. After his first wife died, he insisted on not having a renewal. Of course, he has no shortage of women, and even to make a sprout, he cannot lack women. But now that he is old this year, his idea of ​​having a few more sons has faded.

At least half of the money in the family is spent on his son, and at least a dozen men have been hired. In a world like Dazhou, it is almost impossible for an eighth-rank county magistrate to hire a famous teacher. This is not a matter of money or not. You can't even invite money if you have money.

"Does my father still remember the monk Mr. Feng, who was invited by his family six years ago?" Zhang Xuan did not answer directly, but asked back. Nowadays, separation may be a farewell forever, which gives Zhang Xuan more room for operation, not to mention that the monk, who was crazy and said many inexplicable words.

Even if the half-crazy monk was still alive and confronted Zhang Xuan in person, Zhang Xuan prepared an excuse. The master led the door to the door, and it was just a personal practice. I understand that this is how I understand it, and I have achieved it.

"That...crazy Wind Cultivator?" Zhang Mo really remembered.

Under the conditions of the Zhang family, it is quite casual to hire a teacher for his son, and it is not possible to be casual. Nowadays, those who read literacy are scholars, and those who have read a few books have directly advanced to scholars.

Therefore, Zhang Xuan has more than a dozen teachers since he was a child, and most of them left as they were taught, and it was difficult to meet again. Although there were a large number of teachers, Zhang Mo personally interviewed each time, because Zhang Mo himself was literate, and although he didn't know much, it was barely enough. He was considered a cultural person in the Dazhou.

"That's right, it's that Mr. Feng." Zhang Xuan nodded.

"Let's talk." Zhang Mo has been an official for many years. Although he is just a small official with a size of sesame, mung beans, he still has this kind of scheming. He will watch it first and not draw a conclusion. This is also due to Zhang Xuan's usual behavior being quite reliable and not a playboy.

It sounds very pitiful. People in the ruined places like Lan County have the goal of living a meal. Even the landlords' family does not have any surplus grain, and the county magistrate's son has no foundation to be a playboy.

"Among the knowledge that Mr. Feng practices, there is a school called sacrificial ritual." Zhang Xuan continued.

"Sacrifice? A sacrifice of rituals?" Zhang Mo frowned and said, of course he understood that sacrifice was one of the main government affairs of the Ministry of Rites, and the major affairs of the country were in the Rong Dynasty. He had read this sentence and knew the meaning of it.

Zhang Xuan shook his head slightly: "It is not a national sacrifice, but a sacrifice of heaven."
Chapter completed!