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    Huang Qiyin has always felt that he is full of dedication and has no way to serve the country. He has wasted his ambition in this tiny place, and only now does he feel that he has not been wronged.

    Although the article he was proud of made him unhappy from now on, but he always had a kind of arrogance of a literati in his heart, thinking that he was attacked by people with different political views.  , this life will be worthwhile, I never thought that if my memorials were to be implemented, it would be detrimental to the country and the people, so at this time, Budu was disheartened, and the arrogance that had been smoldering for a long time was also swept away.

    Looking at Yang Ling, a handsome young man, Huang Qiyin thought secretly: "So I only thought that he was the youngest scholar in this county, and it was just that his stereotyped essays were exquisitely written. Unexpectedly, he has such insights. It seems that this guy is also very  The thing in the pool.

    I don't have any achievements, so if I don't help him with all my heart, if he can become a famous official of a generation in the future, I will also be famous in history.  Sun also has an attachment."

    Thinking of this, Huang Qiyin chuckled, stepped forward to help Yang Ling, and said with a smile on his face, "Nephew Yang, don't be polite, I'm ashamed of the teacher's words, and Lao Huang has almost become a genius after staying in this county.  Where there is need for help, my nephew is free to ask, Lao Huang knows everything."

    Jimingyi is a third-class county. Compared with the rich counties in the south of the Yangtze River, the total amount of taxes and food is even 300 to 500 times different. The tax amount is frighteningly low. At a glance, it seems that the tax amount must be increased. At least such counties should no longer have taxes.  Food arrears.  But the actual situation is that even some small landlords or self-cultivators here are still half-starved, and it is only natural that they owe taxes and food.

    Therefore, if a county magistrate collects 80% of the tax in a rich county, the lives of the local people are still not affected.  Forcibly collecting a 30% tax, in the mouth of the local people, he is also a corrupt official, a cruel official, and a vampire who scrapes the ground.

    What's more, Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, calculated the salaries of officials surprisingly accurately. The salaries he issued were only enough for the officials to support their families.  The wages of the local officials are all paid by the officials themselves, so the local officials must divert part of the money and food paid by the people into their private pockets. The county officials are like this, and the village chiefs below are all like this. In this way, 100% of the tax is levied and turned over.  The national treasury is only 80%.

    Therefore, when there is insufficient taxation, the local officials will show their own special skills. Counties with more land than the bureaucrats will make up for it. Counties with insufficient land will boldly report natural disasters and ask for relief.  He won a good reputation for loving the people.

    Although there are a large number of people in Jimingyi who are in arrears of grain taxes, some people have opened up wasteland and reclaimed mountains over the years, and the Ministry of Households still has the number of acres of fields at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China.  The requirements of the Ministry of Households can be met.

    In addition, the Tatars in Qiushang just came to plunder, so they can report the disaster more seriously to reduce some money and food. Due to the special status of Jiming Post, the military significance of this place is far more important than that of the county government, so the officials know that the year-old  Even if the annual tax is insufficient, the assessment of political performance is not too strict.

    After being instructed by Huang Qiyin, Yang Ling, who was originally worried, couldn't help but suddenly cheered up. The 30% of the tax that was originally collected was already a pitiful 30%, but only half of it was handed in under the swiping of Huang Xiancheng's pen.  Yang Ling was speechless.

    The other miscellaneous things were under the guidance of Huang Xiancheng, Yang Ling also got started very quickly, and soon handled the government affairs in an orderly manner, and became the person who really controlled the administration of the county behind the scenes of the Min county magistrate, but all his power came from  The magistrate of Min County has this clay bodhisattva on his head, he is the spokesperson of the bodhisattva, if there is no "bodhisattva", no one will listen to his orders.

    However, with the support of the official magistrate of Min County, and the great assistance of Huang Xiancheng, the second-in-command, Yang Ling managed this small county with all internal organs in an orderly manner. It didn't take long for the people, officers and soldiers of Jiming Station  The postmen and postmen knew that the person who actually controlled the operation of the entire county was an 18-year-old young man named Yang Ling hiding behind Mr. Min.

    Han Youniang has stopped working in the tailor shop, not because she doesn't want to go, but because the boss dare not use her anymore, just kidding, who is her man?  Now it's just that there is a county magistrate's hat on his head.

    At that time, there were already some weaving and dyeing factories in the big cities of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, with hundreds of helpers, but most of these helpers were men, and it was very rare for women to go out to work in such a small place, so although Yang Ling was unwilling to let a talented  fifteen?Under his ribs, supported his body firmly, and said angrily and funnyly: "Master, look at you, you are like a child, you fell down carefully."

    Yang Ling turned around, gently pinched her firm and smooth face, and said dotingly, "You are the one who hasn't grown up."

    Han Youniang pouted, and straightened up unconvinced. Yang Ling looked at her slightly childish face and those gentle eyes, and felt his heart throbbing. Only then did he realize that he and her were getting closer and closer.  I'm getting intimate, I'm used to her silently taking care of me by my side, I'm used to making some intimate gestures with her, once my soul disappears, won't it make her even more sad then?

    But if he treats her coldly now, how can Yang Ling's heart stop her tears?  Those words about asking her to take good care of herself once she died were too abrupt and unable to be said. He stared blankly at Han Youniang, not knowing what to say.

    Han Youniang's face suddenly became hotter and hotter. Under the gaze of Yang Ling's bright eyes like morning stars, especially with the faint smell of alcohol in his mouth, Han Youniang obviously misunderstood what he meant, and she was both scared and embarrassed in her heart.  Overjoyed, he was so flustered that his body trembled a little.

    At this moment, Yang Ling suddenly saw a beam of flames flickering from Han Youniang's two black and bright eyes. Han Youniang also widened her eyes in horror at this time, looking straight over Yang Ling's shoulder, staring blankly.  Gazing into the distance.

    Yang Ling suddenly turned around. There was a beacon tower at the east and west ends of the city wall. At this moment, the beacon tower on the east side had already been lit, and the flames were raging.

    He looked west again, and at this moment, the beacon tower on the west city wall also ignited a raging fire.  passed from afar.

    ? Yang Ling opened his mouth wide, and turned around suddenly after a while, looking at Han Youniang, the same message was conveyed in the two pairs of eyes: "The Tartars are here!" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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