Li Youfu sniffed, and he smelled an attractive stewed aroma.

It's not wrong, this is the signature dish of the "Keyunlai" restaurant in West City, and the fragrance of sesame sponge cake.

There is no better restaurant in Ningtai City than his. The people who order food are gourmets. These two are delicious and tasty.

But this place is far from the West Market, and even if it is packed in a box and is ready to be "out of breath". The sponge cake will be damp and lose its taste by the heat emitted by the stewed meat. The stew turns cool and condenses oily flowers. Why does it smell like it has just been served on the table now?

Could it be that there is a branch of Keyunlai here?

Li Youfu looked around and had nothing except a series of medicine shops, dry goods shops, and tea shops.

Originally, this street should not be sold at all. Ning Tai built it in the imitation of Taijing. The market and neighbors are very particular. Selling dead goods and living goods are separated. The ones selling dry goods and fresh goods are not together, and the four major parts of food, clothing, housing and transportation are not next to each other.

To get here from Keyun, you have to walk seven streets, and even if the servants who often run errands in the patrol yamen have to spend two quarters of an hour.

Although the road is empty today and not as crowded as before, to make these two dishes taste good, I can only fly over with my carry-on box.

Li Youfu subconsciously looked at the roof.

——Strangely, the fragrance seems to be coming from a high place.

He sniffed again, but there was only the residual breath. He was not a dog, so he couldn't follow the smell.

"Person Li?"

"Here you!" Li Youfu came to his senses and dismounted to an old official.

The official system of King Ning was chaotic, with both official positions in the formal court and official positions of the vassal kings and ministers.

The lieutenant is a military officer of a rank, but the lieutenant is also different. When they are in the patrol yamen, Cheng Jingchuan is a very formal sixth-rank lieutenant who has a salary for errands, but Li Youfu is a poor rank lieutenant. It is better to say that he is a constable leader than a constable.

The officers and constables are inferior officials, and their families are not allowed to take the imperial examinations.

Li Youfu's monthly salary is paid by the yamen. He does not follow the Ministry of Revenue. There are too many articles that can be done here, and he will basically be deducted half of them.

How did the subordinates support their families if they didn't get money? They exploited the people. Among them, tax collectors were the most vicious. They had dozens of ways to make money. The most common one was that they did not pay attention to the weight when collecting grain taxes, but only looked at containers. They made large buckets to pile up the grain and shook it off from time to time. They could collect 120 kilograms of taxes set by the court.

Although tax collectors are unethical and hateful, they are actually full of resentment.

Only a small part of the money they "gained" belongs to them, and the others are still to be handed over to the boss, which means they are deducting their rations and salary.

"We are just a dog. We can only survive if we release it and bite people, and we will come back and wag our tails." Li Youfu's grandfather was a tax collector. Before he died, he was worried about his family and held his children's and grandchildren's hands with difficulty, "Today, the dog has food to eat, and tomorrow he may be killed and cooked meat. We are doing great things outside and doing all the things that damage our good deeds. Have we really gained any benefits?"

The Li family was very dissatisfied with these words. What is a dog? How could it be so self-deprecating?

Only Li Youfu suddenly remembered that several colleagues in the yamen were beheaded last autumn for levying heavy taxes and disrupting the people's governance because they confiscated all taxes. The people were so happy that they heard the execution of cruel officials as if they were during the Chinese New Year. Rotten vegetables, leaves and rotten eggs made the prisoner's heads and faces, and the prisoner's wife and children cried helplessly.

Their home was confiscated, penniless and trembling.

A few days later, these people disappeared, and they didn't know whether they were sold to the workshop or the kiln.

Li Youfu couldn't let it go because it was more difficult to collect taxes every year. Most of the land was in the name of the powerful and the small part was returned to the temple. These people didn't have to pay taxes. Only the pitiful people were left, and even if they forced them to death, they couldn't squeeze out a few kilograms of oil!

If the tax collector does too much, he may be "eliminate violence and safeguarding the good" by the people in the martial arts world and corpses on the countryside; if he is kind and ruthless, he just can't collect all the food and can't pay the bad, and the whole family will die suddenly.

Li Youfu stepped forward in grief and held his grandfather's hand and shouted: "I have damaged my good deeds and my head is hanging on my belt. I don't know when I will die. The benefit I get is that my grandfather supported our family so that we will not be exhausted or starved to death like those farmers who become refugees and work hard, or are frozen and starved to death. But shouldn't this be the benefit we already have? We work hard for the government!"

Li's father cursed: "Those unruly people can only dig food on the ground, how can they follow us..."

"They are cows, mules, and are whipped and driven away for life. We are pigs, dogs, and eat better than mules, horses, and cows, and don't have to do hard work. But what happens when we are useless or are fat enough?" Li Youfu cried and cried.

The dying grandfather Li suddenly laughed. He felt relieved because there was finally a clear mind among his children and grandchildren.

Grandfather Li worked in Ningtai Yamen during the Chu Dynasty. After experiencing a series of changes such as Ning Wang’s vassal, the destruction of the Chu Dynasty, the independence of Ning Wang, and the independence of Ning Wang, the immediate superiors changed at least ten times, so he was still a tax collector because he was a smart person, and he could wink at people and was not so greedy.

"Don't be too greedy...be a capable hunting dog that others cannot live with..."

Grandfather Li died after saying these words intermittently. He was a smart person, but that was the only thing he could do was not think of a better way out.

The tax collector is too hateful and eye-catching (the family has money).

Li Youfu tried every means to be a constable and consciously made friends with minor officials and servants from our yamen and even other yamen. He gradually found that there were many people with his thoughts, and then he caught up with the opportunity.

He learned real martial arts and became a poor lieutenant. He was an official. Those who didn't know his official title thought he was the commander.

King Ning died last night, and smoke was smelled in half of the city. Compared to the anxious Li family, Li Youfu wanted to take a deep breath and feel refreshed.

When patrolling the street today, he was even in the mood to think about Keyunlai’s signature dishes.

"Thank you for your hard work in Captain Li." The old official who called Li Youfu said with a smile, "Where is this going?"

"Old Gao, you are kind." Li Youfu bowed. He didn't sleep all night, but he couldn't see any tiredness. "There is no peace in Wuweifang. It's probably a private soldier supported by the Chen family. I have to go and see it."

"I came for this matter." The old official smiled and signaled to the other soldiers patrolling the city, then slowly got a mule on the ground.

"Walk!"

Li Youfu waved his hand and everyone immediately followed.

There has never been such a peaceful morning in Ningtai City. The shop has not opened, there are no gangsters who have blackmailed, and there are no playboys who have been swaying the market.

Wuweifang has been surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside. Li Youfu's soldiers are not with Chen's private soldiers. They are only responsible for blocking the intersection and seizing those who want to take the opportunity to cause trouble.

There were constant fighting and shouts from inside, and Li Youfu couldn't help but frown.

"Captain, isn't we... considered rebellious?" A soldier came over to ask uneasyly.

Li Youfu raised his eyes and found that although he didn't ask any questions about hitting others, he was worried.

"Whether rebellion or rebellion is the matter with us? The city patrol yamen is only responsible for catching the criminals and evil people. We are not close to the place where something happened!" Li Youfu said lightly, "No matter who becomes the new Ning King, in order to appease the people's hearts, he still has to give his brothers some benefits!"

When everyone heard this, their faces looked a little better. They were right and they were just having sex.

Li Youfu's eyes were sharp. Seeing two people's eyes flashing, as if thinking about something, he coughed lightly: "The situation is not clear at the moment, and the Chen family and Wang family are unlucky. As the saying goes, wealth and honor are in danger, but there must be an opportunity. I see them all panic and have to wait and see. I can't take everyone to get up with my brothers' lives."

This made everyone feel very comfortable. Although they envy the extravagant life that the powerful and nobles shouted, they still knew how much they had.

Even if a small person like them burns the right hot stove, he will probably get some bounty, and there is no hope of getting promoted.

Unless a little prince in the world gives them the title of protecting the dragon, then again, even if there is a little prince, they will hide people at most, and they will not be able to do more! Can these soldiers who are ignorant of their big words become generals or prime ministers? How can they help the little prince to throne without this ability?

The two active-minded people also gave up their thoughts. They originally wanted to inform and report to senior officials who they thought were "very promising". However, since last night, it seems that as Li Youfu said, he is no longer sure who has the advantage. Don't report the news, and dive in and bury with him.

The old official quietly entered the alley. He took a token and quickly entered the blockade circle with this one and was taken to the general who suppressed Chen's private soldiers.

"General Ping, the casualties are too great. Please wait for a while. The Chen family will no longer resist stubbornly." The old official said respectfully.

The general laughed sarcastically, and was about to say something, the fighting suddenly stopped.

The head of the Chen family was pushed out and was actually held hostage by several generals.

"Beast! You betray me!" The head of the Chen family roared.

"The situation is over. The three princes have all died in the palace. Uncle, what are you still insisting on? Do you want the whole family to die together?" The young man from the Chen family scolded, turned around and smiled and bowed, "General Ping, look..."

Before he finished speaking, General Ping had already slashed over with one knife.

The young man screamed and fell, his eyes full of horror. The head of the Chen family laughed and seemed crazy: "Die, only death, don't you still do it?"

The generals were at a loss, and the soldiers surrounding Chen's mansion had already stepped in.

The old official showed sarcasm, and he put away the token and left quickly.

"General, who is that old man?" a guard asked in confusion.

"Just a villain."

General Ping snorted.

After the old official left Wuweifang, he returned to his old look.

Along the way, he met many small officials, some patrolling the city like Li Youfu, and some quietly ran out to inquire about the news.

"Old Gao, what should I do? It seems to be completely messy. We... should we watch the effect?"

"No, not enough deaths!" The old official narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "You pretended not to know anything, and things naturally came true."

For those who were inquiring about the news, the old official sighed and tugged at the endless words, only a dozen people could be scolded.

These people are very similar to Li Youfu. They used to be subordinates, but now they have become officials. They have a strange look of excitement in their eyes.

Such things also happened in many places in Ningtai City, and there were as many as hundreds of people like Lao Jie.

The barracks, the prison guards, the city guards, and even the six ministries have different identities and different degrees of knowledge about the "truth". Low-ranking small officials are suffering from being unable to be promoted, and the aristocratic powerful people who do not understand common affairs are their superiors one after another, and their lives are getting worse and worse. The small-banner officials in the barracks have to endure deductions, and the aristocratic powerful people who have no ability are the leaders.

Most of the people were soon killed by King Ning. The aristocratic tribes were killed by each other, and a large number of official positions would be vacant to comfort them.

Compared to the illusory support of the illusory achievements, if you hate Shangguan loses power or dies, you will be promoted immediately. This is good news. What is the point? It is better to show your ability, what if you are appreciated!

A small number of people, such as Li Youfu, do not have any anxiety at all, which seems particularly abnormal.

"In my early years, my grandfather thought that as long as the family could survive, would those people be selling their daughters or their families were destroyed? What's the matter with so many things!" Li Youfu said to a constable under his command, who couldn't help but nodded.

The old official told a tax collector in another alley a few streets, "The land is either a powerful official or a temple or a temple. The people's own land is getting smaller and smaller, and the number of people exploited by us is also decreasing every year. Shangguan's appetite is only not reduced, and he has good harvests every year, and the grain tax cannot be collected. Who cares about our life or death?"

Chen Mansion Courtyard.

General Ping said to his confidants: "The job is not done well and the food is not collected. The tax collectors can only become more and more cruel. In order to survive, the people abandon their meager fields and go to temples to be tenants with the powerful and powerful families. The tax collectors do all their evil things but have no life. Of course, such villains are terrible to go crazy? They hope that the powerful and powerful families will die for a round of death and the land will be confiscated, so that they will have more than ten years of good life."

In the palace.

Cheng Jingchuan looked at the person in front of him and said calmly: "It is peaceful in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is inevitable that there will be more people to give gifts to the people. There is only so much land. Tenants must try their best to please the managers of the farm and try their best to help the land to renew the lease next year. If they cannot be tenants, they will become refugees and their families will die. The managers of those farmers are even more arrogant than those of the local emperors. Jiangnan is so rich that there are still countless new bones added every year. Fengxing Pavilion connects major business businesses to know a lot of news in the world, and they will never misunderstand this principle."

"Is this the reason why you ordered the massacres to be slaughtered outside the city? Because they have the most land under their names?"

The speaker is dressed as a scholar, looking shabby and looking awe-inspiring.

"Quiu... Master Qiu Pavilion, as long as the people can farm safely, there is no selfish land in the world, will these disputes be resolved?"

Cheng Jingchuan stood up and said, "Who is a nobleman, and who is willing to hand over the land in his hands? So they have to die. Of course I can't kill all these people, but I can destroy them. Since I want to be enemies with the world, I will build a new world."

The author has something to say: Cheng Jingchuan is not talking about public ownership of land, but royal ownership of land, which is only the public land of the imperial court and the royal family. The landlords are called private land. The root of all social contradictions in ancient times was the land. Some people mentioned similar reforms in ancient times, and they thought they could not bear the interests of the landlord class and the scholar-official class.

In fact, to solve the land problem, it is necessary to develop productivity, and people can leave the land.

Just like modern times... the contradiction lies in energy. If there is a real new energy, a big leap in scientific and technological production will change immediately, and the Middle East will be in a piss-
Chapter completed!