How could this be a detailed work by the government?

After just looking at the father and son, Zhang Guangdao had already determined the situation.

Unless your brain breaks down, you will send out such conspicuous work, fearing that others will not find any abnormalities?

It's more like a wild monk who escaped from the temple!

The Buddhist precepts in the Song Dynasty were not so strict, and monks were not prohibited from eating meat, nor did they stipulate that monks had to shave their heads. It can be seen from the paintings of the Tang and Song Dynasties that monks at that time mainly used short hair, and had to wait for Zhu Yuanzhang to arrange layers of precepts for monks.

However, Zhu Ming was carrying weapons and a sword controlled by the court, which made Zhang Guangdao feel a little curious.

"Come on?" Zhu Ming asked.

Zhu Guoxiang said: "Let's go."

It was not a solution to stay in the village all the time. After a simple exchange, the father and son agreed to go to the Baishi Head together.

Zhang Guangdao called two men in the village, took some chicken, duck, fish and linen, and took them to the market town to sell, intending to exchange for some essential items such as salt.

Zhu Ming nodded after hearing this: "It makes sense, then erase it."

"You are indispensable." Zhang Guangdao said.

Zhu Ming was too lazy to chase after him, so he went on his own. After walking for a while, he turned his head to check, and found that the thin horse was following him again, and he was still getting angry and deliberately gnawing on rapeseed flowers.

Zhu Ming deliberately followed him and said, "Corrupt officials deserve to die."

"It's just a stick." Zhu Ming said.

Generally speaking, the first-class households covering an area of ​​more than 400 mu are first-class households, also called upper households. Those under 400 mu are second-class households, third-class households, also called middle-class households. The remaining fifth-class households belong to lower households. (Note: Some families do not think that they have 100 acres of land, but have 10 or 20 people in the family, and they can only solve the problem of food and clothing after sharing.)

As for the chores in front of the yamen, the people serve as jobs for the government.

Zhu Ming untied his sword and held it in his hand, pressed the hilt of the sword wrapped in a sweater and said, "Does Brother Zhang want to buy a pen? This is a great Hu pen, and a pen is worth at least a hundred guan."

But the actual operation is quickly distorted!

Officials compile several households into a group, so that real big households can escape, and specifically trap those who have no backers.

Zhang Guangdao sneered at this and sneered: "What benefits can you get from farming? My great-grandfather used to be a third-class household. After taking the choreography in front of the yamen, he could only break his family and escape to the mountains."

Zhu Guoxiang was very surprised because there was about a pound of shrimp there.

The thin horse was so scared that he retreated repeatedly. Zhu Ming stroked his mane and comforted him: "It hurts so much, you can bear it."

Passengers disembarked one after another, with only a few, all carrying the goods they bought from the market.

Zhang Guangdao let out a low roar and actually pressed the thin horse to the ground. Luwan and Ding Dafang also rushed over and pressed the horse's body.

After walking for a while, Zhang Guangdao couldn't help asking: "You two really want to find a place to stay?"

Zhang Guangdao hugged the horse's neck with his arms and urged: "Do it!"

Zhu Guoxiang said to the old farmer who sold shrimps: "Let's take a look."

Baishitou is not big, just a street along the river, with shops on both sides of the street.

Since it is a New Year gift for relatives and children, the packaging must be exquisite.

Zhang Guangdao had never read books and did not know how to read. He looked straight at the brush box.

The horse probably still remembers the taste of the soldering iron, but this time he was not obedient and kept paced to avoid the burning red tongs.

The shopkeeper thought carefully: "Sixty-five quotations can't be more. Others come to sell their bad luck, but they will definitely not have the price. Only Brother Zhang has such face."

"I believe it." Zhang Guangdao laughed.

Zhu Ming, Zhu Guoxiang and his son followed Zhang Guangdao to buy salt.

The place where the official seal was located was quickly burned to black.

This beast must not be brought into the city. Even if the official seal is gone, it will not be able to explain the origin. Anyone with discerning eyes will know that there is something wrong at a glance.

Zhang Guangdao looked at Zhu Ming's hand pressing on the sword, looked at the brush box, shook his head and said, "It's too expensive. There are also pens sold in Baishitou. A brush only costs ten cents."

The father and son just pretended that they didn't hear it and accelerated to leave the street stall selling shrimps.

At first, I chose Li Zheng from the top households, responsible for collecting taxes, etc. In the early days of the Song Dynasty, this was a fat man, and he could get some oil and water, which gradually turned into a nightmare because he could not collect enough taxes, so he needed to pay for the shortage.

"I don't know much." Zhu Ming had no research on the prices of the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Saying the Fame?" Zhu Guoxiang didn't understand.

Although the horse was skinny and had not taken salt for several months, he probably didn't have much strength left, but Zhang Guangdao's huge force was still shocking.

Zhu Ming smiled and said, "Is it a sword? Do you believe it?"

"This is a horse I picked up. I will hand it over to the government when I meet it." Zhu Ming explained.

Ding Dafang immediately went home to bring Chaihe, took out a scythe and ignited it, and burned the tongs as a soldering iron.

Zhu Guoxiang stopped moving forward, put down his backpack, and took out a pen: "Actually, we are businessmen. We were snatched by bandits halfway, and we finally escaped. Look at this pen, it was the remaining goods that were snatched."

The shrimp seller was an old farmer. Due to his accent problem, he didn't understand much, but he could guess that Zhu Ming was asking for the price. He immediately grinned and said, "There is only this little left, you can take it away for four cents."

Zhu Ming took the tongs and walked to the thin horse.

A sizzling sound was made, and the thin horse kicked all over the place with all his hooves, unable to break free from Zhang Guangdao's arms.

First, the shortage of horses is becoming increasingly serious, and second, the price is rising and inflation.

At the suggestion of Prime Minister Han Qi, this unlucky errand was cancelled, and the related matters were handled by the upper and middle households in turn. There are strict regulations on how many people a job is required, how many places a first-class household are arranged, and how many places a second-class household are arranged, so that everyone will not be bankrupt even if they are spread.

Zhang Guangdao glanced at the horse's butt and deliberately reminded: "I have to wipe my mark, be careful of the lawsuit."

Zhu Ming looked back at the village and smiled coldly: "I'm afraid the whole village is a nest of thieves, and it is an outpost where a bandit village is located by the river. Of course, they are also real farmers. Farming during busy farming and robbing during slack farming. This is normal in remote areas in ancient times."

The boatman did not say much, but instead sent them away enthusiastically.

Zhang Guangdao laughed and said, "The government is worried that the horse thief will not be caught. You said you were going to offer the horse, but the official came to get the stolen goods and captured it."

There is a ferry near the market town, and a wooden boat is parked on the shore.

The five people stood at the ferry and waited for about half an hour before the boatman slowly drove the guests to the dock.

The two men in the village who were on the same journey were named Luwan and Ding Dafang.

Zhang Guangdao took the best piece of deer skin into a shop on the street and took the deer skin directly to the counter.

The shopkeeper looked carefully, pointed to somewhere and said, "This place is broken."

Zhang Guangdao said to Ding Dafang: "Go and get some firewood."

This made Zhang Guangdao even more convinced that the father and son were monks who returned to secular life, and that high-end brushes were mostly stolen from the temple.

Including Zhu Ming and his son, a total of five set out.

Zhang Guangdao exclaimed when he heard this: "Buying and trading will not be done, and this is said so well. Brother Zhu is indeed a scholar!"

The ferry slowly sailed to the other side. Before getting off the boat, Zhang Guangdao said: "Tell me it in my account."

When Zhu Ming saw the other party open the skylight and said something, he also revealed a little information: "To be honest with the brother of the Zhang family, my father and son want to settle down, buy a few acres of thin land, marry and have children and spread the incense."

Zhu Guoxiang asked his son in a low voice: "How much is half a penta currency equivalent to?"

Many farmers selling local goods choose to trade outside the market or sell goods along the street.

"The letter of surrender." Zhu Ming said.

Zhang Guangdao smiled and said, "This beast is interesting and human. It's better to sell it to me and take it away with half a penny of money. Don't think that the money is too small, you are too hungry, and you have to take it home and serve it well."

Zhu Ming was a little embarrassed: "I don't have a penny on me."

The price of salt in mountainous areas is quite expensive, and it costs 20 cents per pound of salt. However, if you put it in a convenient place, it will be a big deal if you sell a pound of salt for 10 cents.

Zhang Guangdao smiled generously and said, "I'll pay for the boat."

After struggling for a long time, the thin horse returned to freedom and ran far away while panting.

Zhu Ming stood on the left side of the horse's buttocks and pressed the tongs on the official seal.

"It's okay if you don't buy it, but if you don't buy it, you're righteous." Zhu Ming smiled.

Zhang Guangdao didn't say nonsense, and took the money and left.

Zhang Guangdao's deer skin can only be exchanged for a few kilograms of private salt.

A pound of shrimp costing three cents a bit subverts Zhu Ming's perception of the prices of the Song Dynasty.

Many wealthy big families, because they were designated as Li Zheng, went bankrupt and sold their children.

This sentence comes from "Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses", and it will take hundreds of years to come out, which is quite in line with the appetite of Zhang Guangdao, a bandit.

The price of horses in the Song Dynasty fluctuated greatly, but the more you went, the more expensive it became.

Baishitou is a market town. Today I happened to see the market day, and you can hear the noise of the market from afar.

According to different levels of prosperity, the standards for dividing households in different places are also different.

"It's damn!" Zhang Guangdao gritted his teeth.

Zhu Ming explained: "Privately erasing the official seal of the army and horse is a serious crime. Even if we are the officials of the government, erasing the official seal is a crime. If we become sinners, we will be half a dozen of robbers, and no one has to be afraid of anyone anymore."

Soon after, the tongs were burning red. Zhang Guangdao bent over and picked them up, handed them to Zhu Ming and said, "Go to do it."
To be continued...