"Brother, do you think this is good? On behalf of Kaifeng Prefecture, I exempt you from the thirty-day tax. Brother, you, lead you, more than 20 brothers, to me for free credit for thirty-day lime powder. After thirty days, you will go to the streets in Tokyo to collect the money at a price of 5,000 yuan per truckload of lime. It should be fine?" Wang Hao tempted the middle-aged man standing in front of him in a tentative tone.

Faced with Wang Hao's temptation, including this middle-aged man, the owners of more than 20 lime kilns felt that being exempted from Kaifeng Mansion's 30-day tax was simply a great joy.

For them, they almost live a self-sufficient and self-supporting life in the villages. When they earn money, they go to nearby township markets to buy some daily necessities, and go to Tokyo to buy things several times throughout the year. It is not only a difficult thing to keep them from having no income for 30 days.

After a while, the middle-aged man still asked with doubts: "This official, if everything you said just now is true, we will promise you that you are. However, the official must give us a written certificate. Otherwise, the official will speak empty words and make the villains believe it with just one sentence?"

After hearing the conditions proposed by the middle-aged man, Wang Hao immediately smiled slightly, took out a piece of folded rice paper from his sleeve, handed it to the middle-aged man, and said, "This part in his hand is the notice presented by Kaifeng Prefecture. You can take it to the street office to collect the money after thirty days."

After the middle-aged man took it with both hands, he opened the rice paper and looked closely. After a few glances, he was still frowning slightly. At this time, he was already overjoyed. He immediately took the notice from Kaifeng Mansion and called the twenty people standing on both sides of him to the front, and looked at the contents written on the notice. Each of them was almost happy.

Because the text written on this notice with the seal of Kaifeng Prefecture is concise and concise, that is, anyone who does all kinds of business within the jurisdiction of Kaifeng Prefecture convened by the street department shall be exempted from taxation and shall be exempted from taxation for at least thirty days. Anyone who receives this notice shall take effect immediately.

After reading the notice from Kaifeng Prefecture, the middle-aged man finally let go and agreed: "Since that's the case, we feel much more at ease when we get this notice from Kaifeng Prefecture. This official, what you said about the 30-day credit day of not only everyone on site, but also a few others who have something to do but are not at home today, will agree to the request for credit from the official."

At this time, Wang Hao saw that he had been rude and the user asked these kiln owners who were a little stalwart to agree to provide free lime powder on credit, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then please everyone!" Wang Hao, who was in a relaxed mood, immediately bowed to the twenty or so people standing in front of him and asked for help.

In order to allow these twenty kiln owners to deliver lime powder smoothly, Wang Hao deliberately left behind his good brother Zhang Sanmu in the Street Department, as well as two other soldiers from the Street Department. To put it nicely, he was here to assist, to put it bluntly, he was here to supervise.

After leaving here, Wang Hao took several other street soldiers to drive the slightly dilapidated carriage to another village about ten miles away accordingly.

The previous village had twenty or thirty stone powder kilns, and cooked ten lime powders. In this village, almost every household mainly mines iron ore in the mountains, and then sells it to iron shops of all sizes in Tokyo.

In ancient society, in any dynasty, iron and salt, almost without exception, were controlled by the court in the management rights, during the reign of Renzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, the people could do some small amounts of iron ore, but they had to register and file with the local government and pay considerable taxes.

Similar to dealing with the more than a dozen kiln owners, Wang Hao and Ri'an made the same move and took out a notice from Kaifeng Prefecture, allowing the villagers of this village who made a living by mining iron ore to provide the iron ore for the streets on credit to use on iron ore.

However, Wang Hao also made a small request to these villagers, that is, the iron ore they collected was processed and ground into iron ore powder, and then transported to the kiln of the previous village for calcination.

Although the villagers felt a little embarrassed about Wang Hao's request, they finally took time to agree, because they felt that it was a good thing to exempt 40% of the tax. In the past 30 days, they could save a lot of money.

After Wang Hao left two street officials to supervise the work, he quickly rushed and married a village that made gypsum raw materials more than ten miles away. Naturally, he did the same.

After spending two days, Wang Hao opened up all aspects of the cement raw materials, and at around the time of the day, he went to Kaifeng Prefecture, which was not far from the street yamen, to report the matter to the Kaifeng Prefecture Prefecture Prefecture. It happened that today was the day when Fan Zhongyan was released from prison.

In Bao Zheng's office, Wang Hao entered it under the guidance of a yamen runner, but found that Fan Zhongyan had removed his prison uniform and was wearing public uniforms to talk about business with Bao Zheng. He quickly bowed forward and asked An, "Xiaguan Street Chief, I will pay my respects to the two high officials here."

Bao Zheng, who was discussing official duties with Fan Zhongyan in the office, saw Wang Hao who had just walked in bowing to the two of them, waved his hand first, and said, "Wang Sicheng, there is no need to be polite in this private occasion. Mr. Fan and I are close friends. Everyone is their own people, so you can relax."

Then, Fan Zhongyan also smiled and echoed: "What Mr. Bao said is very true. Fan and Mr. Bao are old friends for many years and talk about everything on weekdays. You, Wang Sicheng, are highly valued by the official family and appreciated by Mr. Bao. When you met a few days ago, Fan also thought that you, Wang Sicheng, was a rare future pillar of my Song Dynasty.

"Although Wang Sicheng is twenty or thirty years apart from Fan and Bao Gong, he is already a like-minded friend in the minds of Fan and Bao Gong. Wang Sicheng is just here, and I'm just asking you something."

What Wang Hao never expected was that Fan Zhongyan, whom he met in high school history textbooks, was a famous scholar in the Northern Song Dynasty. After meeting him twice before, he regarded him as a like-minded "little friend". He is still just a small street chief of the eighth rank. He felt that he was so good that he could do anything, and he was immediately flattered.

Before he could think too much, Wang Hao bowed and agreed again: "Wang is very honored to be regarded as a 'little friend' by Mr. Fan and Mr. Bao. Mr. Fan have anything you have to ask, and Mr. Wang must know everything."
Chapter completed!