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Qingzhou-Le'an County-Nanshan Pavilion is located in a high hill, with a remote location and elegant environment. The people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, living a self-sufficient pastoral life!
Nanshan Pavilion has been established for more than 400 years. During this period, there have been several rises and declines. The lowest point was in the fifth year of Jian'an. War disasters, droughts, and plagues came one after another. The people in the village fled, and only seven or eight people were left. It was almost It became a ghost village!
Fortunately, Cao Cao and Xiao Yi pacified Hebei and tried their best to rescue the people affected by the disaster, allowing them to return to their hometowns and rebuild their homes. They also formulated many policies to benefit the people. After twenty years of cultivation, Nanshan Pavilion gradually recovered its vitality!
There are now more than 380 villagers, more than 1,200 acres of mountain land, and more than 50 livestock. Although they are not rich, they have enough food and clothing. Therefore, the villagers are content with what they have. However, this kind of Happiness ended abruptly three months ago!
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"The tax collectors are here, the tax collectors are here, all the villagers must gather at the gate of the Tutu Temple!"
In the early morning, a rapid sound of gongs broke the tranquility of the small mountain village. The villagers walked out of their homes one after another and gathered in front of the Tutu Temple. However, there were only less than two hundred people, and everyone looked fearful, as if a kid came to collect debts. Got it!
The old pavilion chief, who is over 60 years old and has gray hair and beard, stands at the front. He is wearing a shabby homespun shirt and holding a red date wood cane in his hand. This kind of wood is hard in texture and has fine texture. It is the best material for making spear shafts!
Dozens of old men followed behind, either with shovels or pickaxes, all holding farm tools in their hands. It seemed that after getting up early in the morning, these people were preparing to farm in the fields, and they gathered when they heard the sound of gongs.
Most of the others are women and children, and occasionally there are a few adult men who are either lame in one leg or missing an arm. They are obviously disabled soldiers who have retired from the army!
"His Majesty the Emperor of the Wei Dynasty has a decree: In order to make up for the shortage of expenses for the southern expedition of the army, he has specially collected land taxes, calculation taxes, and oral taxes in advance for the seventh and eighth years of Huangchu from the people of Yan, Henan, Xu, Qing, and Hebei states, regardless of whether Men, women, old and young, the total is five hundred and fifty dollars each!
In addition, the county magistrate has apportioned that you Nanshan Pavilion will send out thirty soldiers, fifty civilians, twenty mules and horses, twenty carts, two hundred and fifty hu of grain, and eighty high-quality fodder. Take it!
Within three days, prepare all the personnel, carriages, horses, money and food, and gather outside the south gate of the county seat to prepare to march south with the army. If you are missing a person or a penny, you will be punished for disobeying the order. If you commit any crime, you will be responsible for the consequences! "
A small official in green clothes stood on a high place and read out the political order in his hand with a very tough tone. Four government officials followed behind, looking greedily at the villagers, as if they were looking for something!
Going to the countryside to collect taxes is a good job. Not only can you levy a certain amount of money and grain, but as a bonus, the villagers have to entertain you with good food and drink, and you can also get some local products before leaving!
But the government officials were soon disappointed. These villagers were all in rags and had dirty faces. It was obvious that there was no profit to be squeezed out. The village was also quiet. Not a cock crow or a dog barking could be heard. It seemed that at noon I can't eat meat anymore.
"Your Majesty the Tax Collector: The land in Nanshan Pavilion is barren and drought-stricken. There is not much food to be harvested from the fields. The villagers work day and night and can barely afford food and clothing!"
Last month, the government collected taxes for the fifth year of Huangchu in advance, and last month they collected taxes for the sixth year of Huangchu in advance. Now they have to collect taxes for another two years. Even if the villagers try to sell iron, they really can't get it together. !
In the past few months, the government has been recruiting soldiers and grain continuously. All the young and strong men in the village have been recruited, leaving only a group of old and weak women and children. The rice jars in each household have also bottomed out, and there are still strong men there. , Food and grass can be collected?
Now that the cold winter is approaching, the folks have to eat and wear, and it¡¯s hard to say whether they can survive it. Please be kind to the tax collector, and for the sake of the Zhonglie Archway, at least leave a way for Nanshan Pavilion to survive! "
Hearing that conscription and taxes were coming again, the old pavilion chief begged helplessly. He first untied his clothes, revealing a few scars on his chest, and then pointed to the entrance of the village, where there was a three-foot-high archway in the middle. Four big characters: 'Hometown of the Loyal and Martyrs! ¡¯
It turns out that in the seventh year of Jian'an, when Cao Cao and Xiao Yi led their troops on an expedition to Liaodong, the old pavilion chief once led more than a hundred strong men to organize a convoy to escort grain and grass to the front line. As a result, they were attacked by hundreds of Karasuma Rangers on the road, and a fierce battle After the bloody battle, seventy-eight of the strong men died, but not a grain of food and grass was lost!
After Xiao Yi learned about this, he greatly commended the transportation team, sent people to send the war dead back to their hometowns for burial, and personally gave them the "Hometown of Loyalty Martyrs" memorial arch. According to the rules of the Han and Wei dynasties, the families of military martyrs were not allowed to die.?If you pay taxes, the state will be responsible for raising your children!
However, this time the expedition to Soochow required too many soldiers, food and grass. In addition, the officials of the gentry were embezzling at every level. The actual amount collected was several times higher than what the court stipulated. Even this kind of hometown of loyal martyrs was not able to Can be spared.
At the beginning, for the sake of national affairs, the people of Nanshan Pavilion lived frugally and handed over their money, food, and livestock. The only able-bodied men also joined the army. However, after repeated conquests, they finally hit the bottom line. !
"You old cunning guy, you don't have to pretend to be pitiful in front of me. I know you have served as soldiers, fought in wars, and achieved some military exploits, but so what?"
Recruiting troops, collecting taxes, and requisitioning grain are the decrees of the emperor today. Since ancient times, the imperial decree cannot be violated. Even if you sell iron, bones and meat, you still have to hand over the taxes and grain within three days!
As for the young men, there are several young men over there who are at least sixteen or seventeen years old. They are as strong as calves. They will all go south with the army this time. Are there any vacancies left? Can you use the money? Come and replace! "
The tax official had no intention of being accommodating, because according to the rules, he could share 30% of the additional tax money, 30% to honor the county magistrate, 30% to honor the nobles, and the last 10% was handed over to the court. Is there any effort in raising money for myself? reason!
Besides, in the past few years when the Grand Master was in court, he had very strict supervision over the officials. Anyone who dared to embezzle a little money or oppress the people would be immediately stripped of their skin and grass and hung under the city gate. Therefore, no one of the officials dared to act rashly, but they accepted it. A lot of hardship!
Now it¡¯s good, the Wei Dynasty is divided into east and west, and the west is ruled by the gentry. Officials have another chance to make a fortune, so naturally they have to show off their skills. Even if they scrape bones and make oil today, they still have to collect young men, money and food!
"Your Majesty, the tax collector, is aware that the oldest of these children is only thirteen years old, which is far from the age for conscription. Men under the age of eighteen are not allowed to join the army. This is the rule set by the Grand Master!
"What's more, these children are still studying. If they want to obtain merit in the future, they still hope that adults will support them. If that doesn't work, the old man is willing to go with the army!" "
The old pavilion chief took a few steps back in horror, and together with the villagers, he protected several children. The people of Nanshan Pavilion had been digging in the soil for generations, and finally came up with a few reading seeds, which are more precious than eyeballs. Today is a day of sacrifice. No matter how old you are, you can't hand over the children. This is the hope of honoring our ancestors!
"Haha, now that the nine-grade official law is implemented, those noble men are officials when they are born, and their children and grandchildren will always be officials!
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? You children from poor families, even if you read the book to pieces, you are still living in poverty and paying taxes. Do you still think about honoring your ancestors? It is simply a daydream!
Come on, take these young men away, and they will serve in the army tomorrow. If they are lucky and don't die on the battlefield, it won't be too late to come back and continue studying! "
"No!"
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"No one is allowed to take the person away, otherwise the old man will fight him tooth and nail!"
"They're beating people! ¡ª¡ªThe government officials are beating people, let's fight with them!"
Several government officials rushed into the crowd and were about to take the teenagers away by force. The villagers tried their best to stop them, first by pulling and pulling, and then by punching and kicking. Soon some people saw blood
"Rebellion, rebellion, you bold and unruly people dare to resist and refuse to pay taxes. If I don't show you any color today, you will withdraw your flag and rebel tomorrow. Look at me"
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, the tax collector pulled out the sword from his waist and prepared to kill as a warning. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised the sword, his wrist was firmly grasped by someone.
It was the old pavilion chief who took action. The original fear, humility, and pleading expression were all gone. The old face was filled with murderous intent, like a docile old sheep that suddenly turned into a hungry wolf!
"Does the tax collector know what the old man did before he joined the army?"
"You, what do you do?"
"Hey, great virtuous master - Qu Shuai, go to hell!"
The old pavilion chief swung his jujube cane and hit the tax collector¡¯s head hard. Tens of thousands of peach blossoms bloomed immediately. The other villagers also rushed up with farm tools and knocked several government servants to the ground in an instant
The officials force the people to rebel, and the people have no choice but to rebel!
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Because of the constant recruitment of soldiers, grain, and taxes, as well as the officials taking the opportunity to extort money and line their own pockets, people in Yan, Henan, Xu, Qing, and Hebei states were filled with resentment, and hundreds of civil commotions broke out in succession!
The rioters killed tax collectors, stormed the government offices, robbed money and grain from the government treasury, and even raised the flag of rebellion. The governors of various states and counties had to mobilize large armies to suppress the rioters with force. They slaughtered on a large scale, and blood flowed like rivers. The dead were in vain. Fanji!
The people had no choice but to hide in the mountains or flee westward in groups. Thousands of people entered the western states and counties every day, forming a situation where "the world resents the emperor and the people's hearts turn to despair"!
Facing the panic situation, Cao Pi insisted that as long as he won the Southern Expedition, all problems would be solved. Therefore, he sent envoys to all directions to continue recruiting troops, collecting taxes, and collecting grain
In early February of the fifth year of Huangchu, half a million troops, two million civilians, as well as countless ordnance, food, grass, and vehicles all gathered near Luoyang and Xuchang. The Southern Expedition was about to begin! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)??I don¡¯t know how many!
The people had no choice but to hide in the mountains or flee westward in groups. Thousands of people entered the western states and counties every day, forming a situation where "the world resents the emperor and the people's hearts turn to despair"!
Facing the panic situation, Cao Pi insisted that as long as he won the Southern Expedition, all problems would be solved. Therefore, he sent envoys to all directions to continue recruiting troops, collecting taxes, and collecting grain
In early February of the fifth year of Huangchu, half a million troops, two million civilians, as well as countless ordnance, food, grass, and vehicles all gathered near Luoyang and Xuchang. The Southern Expedition was about to begin! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com