Qin Youli was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Qin Zhao was going to do.

"Master, Wang, Liu, and Ye Sanjia are in Xiangshan County with deep roots and are supported by the county magistrate. If the master fights against them, it will probably take a lot of energy."

Qin Zhao frowned and said, "Don't worry! If I ask you to call them, just call them. I will write three famous posts for you, and you will show them to those three juren!"

Qin Zhao walked to his yard and wrote three famous posts.

Qin Youli was trembling in his heart and took over Qin Zhao's famous letter.

"How should the master fight with these juren?"

"The tenants who contributed their land have transferred their land deeds to the juren. If the tenants are not allowed to pay the land to the juren, it will violate the national code of law!"

Qin Zhao waved his robe and sleeves and said, "Don't ask too much, go and go!"

Qin Youli didn't dare to ask too much, and went to the Juren's office to send famous posts with fear.

...

The next morning, Qin Shu, the head of Qinjia Village, stood in front of Qin Zhao like a flagpole.

Jia Chang was a large household in charge of land tax under the Li Jia system. However, the Li Jia system collapsed in the late Ming Dynasty. The gentry replaced the Li Jia Chang to become the actual controller of the countryside. The Li Jia Chang became a hereditary identity and inherited it in certain families in the countryside. Those who inherited this identity had the responsibility to collect land tax, but they could not receive corresponding rewards and benefits. Over time, the identity of the Li Jia Chang became a lowly identity.

There are nearly one hundred households in Qinjia Village, with ten households growing in the village. Each year, one household takes turns to collect land taxes.

Every year, no one wants to do it, and there will be fierce quarrels in order to get rid of this position.

How unwilling would such a thing be in a barren village like Qinjia Village, if you are watching the land don’t pay the land tax, and force those self-cultivated farmers who don’t pay the heavy taxes, would you like this be unwelcome in the village? If the county gives the reward, it would be fine. In fact, the county only requires the village chief, and the land tax must be paid in full. Once the land tax is paid in full, you will forget these village chiefs, as if they do not exist.

As for the efforts to collect land taxes, it is extremely difficult for these rural chiefs to take care of their own strength before extorting others. We are all villagers in the same village. What strength does Chief A have to extort ordinary self-cultivated farmers? Maybe there are more male men in other people than their own.

So Qin Shu, the armored chief standing in front of Qin Zhao, was extremely humble. He grabbed a bowl of fat in his left hand and a bottle of wine in his right hand, all of which were given to him by Qin Zhao.

The wine Qin Zheng bought was very old wine, which was very different from the water wine he drank on weekdays. Qin Shu held it in his hand for a day and was reluctant to finish it.

At this time, his face was full of smiles. In the eyes of this Archangel, his social status was not as good as that of ordinary villagers. Qin Zhao did whatever he asked him to do.

Although Qin Zhao has not officially served as the patriarch of Qinjia Village, he is actually the only one in Qinjia Village. There are 30 people in Qinjia Village who work as servants under Qin Zhao's name, and more than 40 people work in the sofa factory, and they raise more than 70 people together. In addition, Qin Zhao is concerned about the interests of his tribe and often helps his tribe. In fact, the villagers are regarded as the patriarchs.

Such a young patriarch is also a good story passed down by Renhoufang.

Qin Zhao said to Qin Shu: "You eat the wine and meat first, and wait until the three juren come and then talk together."

Qin Shu smelled the aroma of the meat at hand and his saliva was almost flowing out. Hearing Qin Zhao's words, Qin Shu was sobbing and howled and started eating the meat.

In a few minutes, a large bowl of fat meat was wiped out by Qin Shu. Qin Shu squatted on the ground with great satisfaction, licking the meat residue in the bowl with his tongue, and occasionally lifting the wine bottle to drink a sip of old wine. His image was like a beggar and refugee.

Seeing that Qin Shu was drinking so deliciously, Qin Zhao brought a bowl of old wine and tasted it himself.

The problem is that this old wine tastes like that and it’s not very delicious. Why does Qin Shu drink so sweetly? It’s like jade juice.

After waiting for more than an hour, the sun rose to the middle of the sun. Qin Zhao finally saw three sedan chairs carrying the sedan chairs at the entrance of the village and hurried to Qinjia Village.

The sedan chair stopped in front of the Qinjia Village ancestral hall. When the curtain was opened, three juren appeared in front of Qin Zhao.

The leader is named Wang Yuan, who is about fifty years old.

Wang Yuan walked out of the sedan chair and saw Qin Zhao wearing an official robe. He did not salute, but warmly came up and rolled up Qin Zhao's sleeves and said, "Oh! I really saw the great official today. I didn't expect that there would be a high official in Renhoufang, Xiangshan County! There are thousands of households in the fifth rank."

Qin Zhao frowned, feeling that Wang Yuan deliberately used his homesickness to narrow the distance between them, and ignored the etiquette of the show.

When you see a fifth-rank official in the court, you don’t say kowtow, at least bow and bow.

When the villagers saw Qin Zhao kowtow, Wang Yuan deliberately refused to bow. Is he trying to lift his own identity?

Bullying Qin Zhao's young and ignorant?

Qin Zhao's face was as dark as Moshui, and he did not answer Wang Yuan's words.

The two juren who walked out from behind took a look and knew that the people who came today were not good, they bowed in front of Qin Zhao ninety degrees.

"Liu Zhaohou has met Qin Qianhu!"

"Ye Bin has met Qin Qianhu!"

Wang Yuan laughed as if he was joking, and naturally took a step back, bowed to Qin Zhao and said, "Student Wang Yuan, have seen Qin Qianhu!"

Seeing three juren coming, the villagers of Qinjia Village knew that Qin Zhao was going to discuss major events with them, and they all surrounded them.

Qin Zhao straightened the point: "I invite three of you to discuss land tax and land rent with the three!"

Hearing Qin Zhao's words, the three juren looked at each other for a while and thought to themselves that there was nothing good.

When the villagers heard the big news about land tax, they whispered. You should know that a mu of land has to pay a stone of land tax or land rent a year for a mu of land. Not only does the private land tax pay the land tax, the private land tax of the Juren has all flowed into the pockets of these three Juren. These three Juren do not need to do anything, but they rely on exploiting Qinjia Village to eat full.

How much land does Qinjia Village pay to rent to three Juren in a year? Together, there are about 900 stones of grain. According to the current rice price, this is 2,700 taels of silver.

A small Qinjia Village was taken away by three juren in a year with a rent of 2,700 taels of silver! Thinking about the fact that a tiger extorted Qinjia Village, he only asked Qinjia Village to pay 1,000 taels of silver to survive.

It is no exaggeration to say that the gentry is as fierce as a tiger.

Liu Zhaohou deliberately pretended not to understand and said, "Master Qianhu, I don't care about the land tax matters. You can decide what you want to do in Qinjia Village."

Liu Zhaohou once again emphasized the gentry's practice of the state and dynasty that the gentry did not accept land taxes.

"I know what you mean." Qin Zhao smiled and said, "But three, I mean, starting today, all the land in Qinjia Village under your names will pay the land tax like other fields!"

"What?"

"Is Qin Qianhu joking?"

"What kind of convention does this become?"
Chapter completed!