Rise From the Humble

"You say forget it?" Chen's face was not good, he was very annoyed at this Hu Shu who said that his son was gone, and it was just rude, and he dared to curse that his son was gone.

"Heh, what do you, a village woman, want?" Hu Shu sneered and took out his usual display at the county government office.

Mr. Zhu's forehead is sweating. Why is the second child so ignorant? Just now, he managed to let the household registration be ignored. What kind of temper are you playing now? This is not your own family, and you have annoyed others Mr. Hu Shu, we are the ones who suffer the loss. Why don’t we understand this?

"You can call a village woman?" Mrs. Chen glared hard at the household secretary.

"There are things in Huaining County that I can't call you." The household secretary glanced at Mr. Chen contemptuously, sneered, and assumed a strong posture.

"Master Feng, please calm down, Master Feng." Uncle Zhu Shouren stepped forward over the crowd, bowed his hands to Hu Shu, bowed to the bottom, met Hu Shu's eyes, then turned around and straightened up, preaching to Mrs. Chen with a serious face "Brothers and sisters, this is Mr. Feng, the pawn of our Huaining county government office. He is in charge of the fish scale atlas, money and grain land inventory of our Huaining county, and is in charge of the collection of money and grain in the whole county. Mr. Feng came to us to go down the river to measure the land. Brothers and sisters must be careful when we are ordered to do business. If we are in the way of business, we cannot afford to suffer."

"Hmph." Feng Hushu snorted forcefully as soon as his uncle Zhu Shouren finished speaking. He flicked his sleeves and turned his face to the sky, leaving everyone with a high chin.

"You can't scream at me!" Feng Hushu's attitude made Chen even more angry.

"You" Feng Hushu's face was filled with clouds, as if he was a tiger provoked by a rabbit, and seemed about to show its fangs impatiently.

"Lord Feng, please calm down." Uncle Zhu Shouren once again stepped forward and saluted Feng Hushu, "My brothers and sisters are country people who are ignorant, sir. Don't blame me."

"Oh, it's Mr. Zhu. Why don't you study at home to prepare for the exam? I heard Mr. Liu has high hopes for Mr. Zhu. Mr. Zhu, please don't disappoint Mr. Liu's trust." Feng Hushu seemed to have just seen his uncle Zhu Shouren , lowered his chin, and looked at his uncle Zhu Shouren in a different light.

"Thank you for your kind words." Uncle Zhu Shouren handed over his hand again, made a small movement with his fingers, and gave an invisible look.

"Yeah." Feng Hushu nodded tacitly.

The two of them had a perfect understanding of each other, and everything was kept in silence, as if they had been discussed in advance.

"Forget it, for Mr. Zhu's sake, let's forget about it this time. I don't care about you, a village woman, and I won't be an example." Feng Hushu cleared his throat, and glanced at Mrs. Chen with a look of kindness.

"Thank you, Master Feng." Uncle Zhu Shouren thanked him again and again, then turned his gaze to Father Zhu and Mrs. Chen, and reminded him with gestures, "Second brother, younger sister, thank you to Master Feng."

Feng Hushu put on airs at the right time, waiting for Zhu's father and Chen's apology, he felt that it was almost time for him to get off his horse, and it was time to get to the point of the play.

"Master Feng?" Mrs. Chen sneered, and then asked, "What rank is Master Feng?"

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Chen's question caused Feng Hushu, who was putting on airs, to cough, and his official face was a little red. Although he said that he had some real power in the county government, but as a pawn, he had no establishment in the court. What kind of grade is there? It's not classy.

"Is there anyone who knows the county magistrate?" Chen asked again.

Feng Hushu's face turned even redder. The county magistrate was a seventh-grade official, so he was qualified to be compared with the county magistrate.

"I am a member of the sixth rank of An, personally granted by the emperor. When you, the county magistrate, greet me, you all greet me, but you act like a village woman." Mrs. Chen sneered.

The expression on Feng Hushu's face flickered after hearing this. In fact, he had always known that Chen was from Liupin'an. He also knew when the magistrate sent someone to express his gratitude, but he just ignored Chen on purpose. The identity was intentional, because his purpose just now was to give Chen and Zhu's father a showdown, so he deliberately ignored Chen's identity as a sixth-grade Anren.

Thinking about what knowledge a village woman, Chen, could have, she first showed off her power and put on airs, which probably frightened the village woman. She herself could not even remember her title of Sixth Grade Anren.

First, use your power to suppress them, and then measure the land and talk about money, food, taxes and taxes to scare them.

As for whether Zhu Shouren's plan can succeed or not, it doesn't matter to him, but not a single penny of the twenty taels of silver promised before.

However, I never expected that there was something different from what Zhu Shouren said. This Mrs. Chen was not an ordinary village woman.

Now listening to Mr. Chen mentioning his identity as a sixth-grade Anren, Feng Hushu's expression changed a few times, and then a stiff smile appeared on his face, and he arched his hand towards Mr. Chen without a smile. He bowed politely and said, "Oh, it turns out to be Mrs. Zhu. I wonder which village woman she is. I have met Mrs. Zhu before."

Although Feng Hushu said he was saluting, he didn't mean much respect. So what can a Liupinan person do? He just has a name for etiquette, and he has no real power. It is just a false name. If Zhu Pingan was still alive, it would be a different matter. But now, Zhu Ping'an is gone, you have no backing, and there are no other officials in your family, not even anyone with a good reputation in the county, so what do you have to worry about, so you dare to accept this matter? .

"Hmph." Mrs. Chen snorted coldly.

"Don't blame Mrs. Zhu. This official came here on an errand to measure the land. In the past, Mrs. Zhu's family naturally had no worries about taxes when Master Zhu was there. Good calculation." Feng Hu Shupi said with a smile.

"You must know that our dynasty attaches great importance to taxes. The so-called 'those who dare not to take possession of themselves, and those who do not take possession of the truth, will not be taken into account, and they will be a county magistrate for one year." Those who are severely punished will not only have their fields confiscated, but also be punished with hard labor." Feng Hushu continued, and the expression on his face gradually became serious.

"Paying food and taxes is a matter of course. Now that Mr. Zhu is gone, unless your family produces another scholar or recruit who is eligible for tax exemption, otherwise," Feng Hu sneered in writing.

After listening to Feng Hushu's words, Mr. Zhu couldn't help but turn his eyes to Zhu's father. He also thought of the proposal made by his eldest son Zhu Shouren that day.

"Who said that my son is gone? My pig will definitely come back." Mrs. Chen was angry and wanted to go up and scratch him, but Father Zhu held her back.

"Mrs. Zhu, let's be sad. I'm going to be busy first. The measurement is done. I'll send someone to notify Mrs. Zhu when it's time to pay the taxes. Okay, let's continue the measurement." Feng Hushu said impatiently, and then raised his hand. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the yamen servant to continue measuring.

"Pay taxes?"

"What, does my family have to pay taxes too?"

At this moment, a young man's voice sounded in Feng Hushu's ears.

"Of course, it's a matter of course to pay the grain and tax." Feng Hushu replied impatiently, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the speaker, and his eyes widened. It was as if someone was strangling his neck, and his body started to tremble.