In the seventh year of Chongzhen, autumn!

Zhu Zhi is two years old, and she can now run around the yard. The little girl always likes to have two long snots, not like a girl at all. For this reason, the two sisters Zhang Yingxian and Qiuye are so anxious that they chase the little girl in the yard every day to wipe her nose, and slowly teach her some things to pay attention to when the girl’s family is.

Li Qingshui began to busy collecting this year's autumn tuition. Because Baishui's taxes were very special, they only collected wealthy households and gentry, not poor people, so the way of collecting taxes was different from other places. Li Qingshui would have problems when he intervened. Therefore, in the past year, whenever he was collecting taxes, Zhu Yuanzhang would instruct officials to instruct Li Qingshui to put him in abstain from where the taxes were collected, so he could not understand where he received the taxes.

But this year is different. Li Qingshui is no longer a fledgling green man, and he does not want to be deceived by the officials anymore.

After all, he was a member of the Donglin Party. In his heart, he had the idea that "all officials in the world are bad people, but I am the only good person." In order to prevent the officials from "opposing the villagers", Li Qingshui decided to do everything himself in person. This way, the officials and officials could prevent them from using the opportunity of collecting taxes to blackmail good people.

It would be fine if the "Green Heaven Master" didn't make trouble. After this trouble, the people who lived a harmonious life immediately complained because they didn't have to pay taxes, but when the Qing official intervened, they had to pay taxes.

On this day, Zhu Yuanzhang was training soldiers in the training ground. His training ground was now divided into two, heavy infantry, and something shameful. He was moved to a remote training ground leaning against Huangshanlong. The training ground near Baishui City was a "mile group" that could be seen. Li Qingshui often came here to inspect.

Just as he was about to practice, he saw the chief manager Li Chujiu riding a small donkey and said to Zhu Yuanzhang with a smile: "Brother Zhu, something fun has happened. Li Qingshui issued a notice that he would personally collect the taxes for this year and no longer let the officials collect them."

"Oh?" Zhu Yuanzhang smiled: "He wants to check with himself and keep all the people from being exploited by the officials, right?"

"Yes!" Li Chujiu said seriously: "This child is very scheming. He believes that if the officials help collect taxes, they will take the opportunity to get the taxes from the people. So he asked the Baishui people to pay taxes this year. He sat in the hall to watch the collection and kept the accounts one by one."

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and smiled, "If it were another county town, it would be a blessing for the people, but the situation here is completely different. People who should not have paid taxes now have to pay taxes. It would be strange if they are not angry. Li Qingshui, the master of Qingtian, is like a poor official."

"Hahaha!" Li Chujiu and Zhu Yuanzhang both laughed.

After a while, the two of them laughed, they saw a group of people coming over, all of whom were familiar faces. They were good people in Baishui, but in the first year of Chongzhen, they rebelled with Zhu Yuanzhang and went up Huanglong Mountain. Later, Zhu Yuanzhang's army broke out and occupied Baishui County. They mustered up the courage to follow him and distributed a large amount of land. They are living a good life now.

This time, Li Qingshui's tax collection incident, obviously stimulated their nerves. So they came to Zhu Yuanzhang to reason with him.

"Brother Zhu, you have to take charge of this county magistrate. If he continues to do this, we all have to pay taxes."

"Yes, Brother Zhu...you have to come forward to cure him."

"You can't let him do evil again..."

Listen, Li Qingshui is really kind and will not be rewarded, but has been elevated to the level of doing evil.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and shook his head. He said to the people: "I can't control this matter... Everyone knows that this guy is the county magistrate stationed here by the court. If our identity is exposed, the court will send a large army to suppress it. So I can only watch him do whatever he wants and cannot control him."

"Oh..." the people sighed.

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and told them not to quarrel, then asked: "How are you living now?"

"It's okay, the harvest in the fields is good. Since I planted taro, I have also had surplus food at home." The people said honestly.

"Then it's okay to pay some taxes." Zhu Yuanzhang said lightly: "As long as the person who controls the taxes is a clean official, according to the taxes of our Ming Dynasty, your life should not be greatly affected. You might as well think about the past few years ago when the drought had not arrived, everyone planted millet, and a mu of land would only collect two or three stones. With the output at that time, even if tax is exempt, you only have two or three hundred kilograms of food a year. And now... you can collect more than one thousand kilograms of taro per acre. Even if you pay the tax, you can still have eight or nine hundred kilograms of taro left, and you can collect two seasons a year..."

What Zhu Yuanzhang said was actually the people had already thought of it, so everyone understood it as soon as he said it.

Zhu Yuanzhang finally concludes seriously: "Some taxes are no longer a burden for you. Go and pay taxes!"

After hearing this, the people had no objection and went home to move the grain and pay taxes.

Li Chujiu bounced on the account book and said with a smile: "Brother Zhu, I'm afraid there will be a lot of autumn fu this year, and I don't know how many pages you have to remember to finish it."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said, "We have always collected taxes from gentry, but it is wrong to do so. As the army grows larger and the equipment is getting better and better, relying on gentry from three counties to pay taxes, it cannot afford to pay more and more expenses. Sooner or later, the people have to pay taxes together. This time, I will use Li Qingshui as a shield for us and do this in one go."

Li Chujiu nodded and said, "These three places, Huanglong, Chengcheng, Dali...?"

Zhu Yuanzhang thought for a while and said with a smile: "Huanglong continues to be exempted from taxes, but Chengcheng and Dali can also be accepted. If you send the news, let Pinxian Sanlang and Xue Hongqi push the county magistrate out and accept it in their name."

"Yes!" Li Chujiu responded, and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw a fast horse flying on the post road. The horse was a scout. He came to Zhu Yuanzhang, got off the horse and reported in a low voice: "Brother Zhu, the leader of the Grand Marshal is back...it has been ten miles east."

"Oh?" Zhu Yuanzhang was overjoyed: "It's great. Hurry up to summon all the leaders to welcome the Grand Marshals back to the camp."

The scouts went there. After more than an hour, Yang Hong, Wang Er, Miao Mei, Feishan Tiger, Big Red Wolf, and even Xue Hongqi, Li Jieqiong and others rushed over. Everyone sat in the grass next to the road, waiting quietly. After waiting for a while, a convoy finally appeared on the post road in the east. There were a very large convoy, at least fifty big cars. At the front were several sword hands riding fast horses responsible for opening the road. In the middle was a huge freight team, and the team of hundreds of people was patrolling and protecting them from the front, back and left and right. Xu Renjie and Xia Erduo rode high-headed horses, with a look of wind and frost on their faces, and they appeared in everyone's sight with a smile.

"Here you're back!" The leaders greeted with smiles.

Xue Hongqi looked at Xu Renjie's hippie face and couldn't help but sigh, but did not meet him.

Xu Renjie laughed, but he didn't go to greet Xue Hongqi, but just made a face to her, and then shouted at Zhu Yuanzhang: "Chief, I'm back!"

When everyone was shocked when they heard him calling the chief instructor, they seemed to be filled with outsiders in Xu Renjie's convoy and could not reveal their identity. That's why he shouted like this and reminded the leaders not to say the wrong thing. So everyone laughed and said, "Mr. Xu, what good things did you bring back to the business this time?"

"Hahaha, of course there are good things. Is sweet potatoes that are better than taro? " Xu Renjie laughed and winked at Zhu Yuanzhang, and thrust his mouth. He swept the cart behind him from the corner of his eyes and whispered: "The gunpowder is back, dozens of cars, hehehe, it's covered under the sweet potatoes. It's almost found by the officers and soldiers' wards several times, which made me use a lot of silver."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, secretly happy. There was so much gunpowder, so we could practice the gun soldiers well.

Xu Renjie suddenly walked to the front of a caravan that could carry people, lifted the curtain, and shouted: "I'll introduce you to a business friend from Spain. His name is...uh...what is it? I'll just say his Chinese name, his name is Feng Wuhen."

He pulled the curtain open, and immediately a foreigner with a height of nearly six feet, white skin floating by with water, blonde hair and blue eyes. This foreigner was like a person from the Ming Dynasty, bowing with fists and saying in awkward words: "Your name is (good), my name is Feng Wuhen... I opened it for myself, is it nice?"

"Wow!" The leaders were startled by this white-skinned and blue-eyed monster, and retreated several feet away as if they were ghosts.

Xu Renjie laughed: "I haven't seen foreigners before? Look at your success, they are all scared like monkeys."

The foreigner didn't find it strange. He encountered such a scene wherever he went and had been calm. He noticed that there was only one person who was not frightened, and that man looked at him with a smile on his face. It can be seen from the man's aura and where he stood that he was the leader of this group of people.

The person the foreigner noticed was Zhu Yuanzhang. He had seen hundreds of years of worldly affairs and was no stranger to Westerners. Moreover, even if a real ghost stood in front of him, his previous life experience was enough to be unmoved. He stretched out one hand, put on a Western handshake posture, and smiled and said, "Hello!"

The foreigner was a little confused. He had not met someone who knew how to shake hands in the Ming Dynasty. He habitually reached out his hand and shook Zhu Yuanzhang: "Oh, you look like a gentleman."

Xu Renjie introduced at the right time: "This is Mr. Zhu Chong, the head coach of our Baishui militia. He has a bigger deal to talk to you."
Chapter completed!