Jiang Anyi estimated in his mind that by the end of the year, he would have at least 4.7 million taels of taxes, minus 800,000 taels to the Anxi Protectorate. Last year, the 300,000 taels borrowed from the court in the snow disaster last year, and 3.6 million taels left. After 70% of the total, Huazhou Prefecture could leave about one million taels for its own use. This year, the farmland harvest is abundant, and there is no need to reserve the funds for purchase of grain, and the salary of officials is paid only 100,000 taels. In the second half of the year, 200,000 taels are reserved for road repairs, expansion of canals and other construction, and then 200,000 taels are prepared to deal with emergencies, and 100,000 taels are left for emergency incidents, leaving 100,000 taels for the sudden money required by the county, and the government office can leave 400,000 taels for silver expenses.

He was happy with money in his hand. Jiang Anyi was in a good mood and smiled and said, "The tax growth depends on the hard work of the public. It is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Yan Zongjun, you draft a charter and give some benefits according to the amount of the New Year last year. Everyone is happy to celebrate the festival. By the way, Hua Sima gave 10,000 taels separately as usual, and the military farming yamen also allocated 10,000 taels to Ningtun Order for condolences to the troops stationed on my behalf. In addition, General Guan also sent 5,000 taels of silver to let the troops stationed in Huazhou celebrate with the people." Jiang Anyi also thought of Qin Ziyan, but thought of the special nature of Longwei, he still gave up his thoughts.

Fang Shishu shouted anxiously: "Mr. Jiang, you can't favor one or the other. The Sima Mansion and the Military Field Office both received 10,000 taels. Why didn't I have a penny in my house?"

Jiang Anyi smiled and said, "Sima Hua has three thousand soldiers. Why do you want money for Mr. Fang?"

"What is this? What do I want money for? " Fang Shishu was a little unhappy and said, "The government school has been disrepair for a long time, and the tribute courts are even more in decline. All the yamen also need to repair and purchase items. Now there are many affairs in Huazhou. I want to recruit more clerks and officials. Don't these all need money?"

Jiang Anyi knew that Fang Shishu was not greedy, and just now he was joking. When he saw Fang Bieyu take it seriously, he hurriedly said, "Do you dare not give me money? Or should I give me 10,000 taels too? I haven't had a festival since I came to Huazhou, so I'm just more generous and give it to you another 5,000 taels. How about you having a lively Mid-Autumn Festival?"

Fang Shishu pretended to be angry and scolded: "It will cost 5,000 taels to hold a festival. Lord Jiang is really a rich man. Give me the money. You don't have to worry about it, I will be very lively."

There was a thunderous cheer in the lobby, and the news quickly spread throughout the yamen, with laughter and joy everywhere.

The news about the Mid-Autumn Festival and Dayun will be spread quickly. The first person to get the news was the wealthy squire of the Huiye Mansion. After hearing the report of the butler Ning An, Grandpa Ning smiled and said, "Governor Jiang is trying to whitewash the peaceful and prosperous times. The Governor Jiang has given face in the matter of the Qing government. Our family has to pay him a face. Ning An, you are taking some money from the account room, and you can buy whatever you should buy and arrange it more festively. This year, our family has constant joy. If you ask the account room to pay 200 taels of silver and give your family some joy money, everyone will be happy."

As he was talking, his family led a group of people into the house. The leader was Ning Qingzheng's father-in-law Wu Zixiong. He Wencai, who was following He Fuji's boss, and the managers of several aristocratic families were all smart people in the Huiye Mansion. When these people sat down, the maid presented tea. Grandpa Ning asked with a smile: "Wu Zixiong, why did you think of me, the old man today? You also invited a large group of people. Do you want to fight Qiufeng?"

Everyone laughed when they said something, and Wu Zixiong bowed and said, "Mr., you are really good at telling jokes. We want to treat you to eat.

Don’t refuse to agree to the meal. Besides, even if we play the autumn wind every day, we will not be able to eat you. You are knowledgeable, so we come to ask you for an idea.”

"Oh, who do you guys want to plot against? I, the old man, have all the loess buried on my neck. What's the idea?" Ningbo was polite, but his snow-white beard shook with his smile. The Ning family in Huazhou is a sensible figure, especially this year the emperor gave the four words "urgent official and righteousness". His son Ning Ze was rumored to take over as Minister of Works, and his grandson Ning Qingzheng temporarily handled the military farming order. The Ning family had the reputation of the first family in Huazhou. As the helmsman of the first family, Ningbo was proud.

He Wencai smiled and said, "Old man, we didn't listen to your old instructions for disaster relief last year, but we didn't get much reward and regret it. This year, I heard your old words and put the goods into the border market as required by the government office. I thought I would earn 20% or 30% less, but I didn't expect that I would earn 20% more than in previous years. This made a fortune and won the favor of the governor, and also gave the word "good" from the villagers. It all relies on your old vision and excellence."

Ningbo rolled his beard and let out a burst of laughter like "live crabs and live crabs", and said with a slight sarcastic manner: "I have lived for a few more years than you, so it's nothing."

Wu Zixiong and the Ning family are in-laws, and they speak more directly, and they tell their purpose. "The governor intends to hold a celebration on the Mid-Autumn Festival. We discussed and gathered together. We don't tell lies in front of you, and planned to please the governor Jiang. If you have any wealthy business, you will bring everyone together. Guo Fatty took the perfume and launched the golden jade liquor wine. Recently, he has made some "Guo Fatty" honey fruit, which is four or five hundred cents higher than our honey fruit. Those Hu merchants like to buy expensive ones. I heard that in the capital, the honey fruit of "Guo Fatty" was very popular, so he still relied on the Jiang governor to help him send the honey fruit into the palace."

Ningbo smiled and said, "Everyone has their own fate, don't force it. Besides, didn't Manager Guo sell you rock candy? If it weren't for his rock candy, I wonder if I could make honey fruit this year. What kind of friendship does Manager Guo and Chief Jiang have? Can you compare it? Besides, the way to make honey fruit is originally told by Chief Jiang for free, so you can be picky and picky when making you rich."

"That's it, that's it," Wu Zixiong nodded and said, "We don't want to fight with Manager Guo, we just want to make a fortune. Don't forget us. Since the disaster relief, we have fully supported him."

Ningbo asked: "What are some tricks do you want to make during the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

The smiles of several people became obscene and ambiguous. Liu Xingrong, the manager of the Liu family, smiled and said, "Don't there be courtesan competitions in Beijing every autumn? We want to spend money to invite some famous prostitutes to compete for courtesans as we were like that. I heard that when I was in the capital, Lord Jiang also wrote lyrics to many famous prostitutes, famous scholars are romantic, Lord Jiang must like this competition."

Ningbo shook his head repeatedly and said, "After Lord Jiang arrived at Huiye Mansion, have you heard that he had been to brothels and never recruited prostitutes on weekdays. Don't forget that his wife was once the supervisor of Long Wei. You can take her husband to visit prostitutes, how many heads do you have?"
Chapter completed!