"Xie Yuchuan, Master Dong, that male apprentice, the doctor who ruined Panxi's reputation at the clinic, the abusive husband who forced her to commit suicide, and all the people who profited by oppressing the women..."
"He talks a lot about morality, but he's actually terrible!"
"Xiaoman......."
"I miss my mom, I want to go home, Xiaoman, I feel so bad, but I can only comfort myself to be strong, it doesn't matter, I can always get back on track after falling, I won't give up, the more he pushes me, the more I want to live my life."
"But, this feeling of being suppressed is still uncomfortable."
"Girl..." Xiaoman looked at Chen Wei holding her hand tightly.
I don’t know what the girl went through, but her whole body was shaking and cold.
She seemed very angry, but she could only hide her anger in her heart and could not let it explode.
She seemed to be eager to escape from here, but a pair of invisible big hands easily pulled her back.
She seemed to want to change something.
I have worked hard for this for a long time.
But found that
All his plans to stay up late could be ruined by Xie Yuchuan's words.
"It's okay, girl. Xiaoman will be with you. Everything will pass. Didn't you say that? As long as you have a clear conscience and try your best, even if you fail, you will have no regrets."
"Besides, the girl is so capable and kind, she will definitely get what she wants..."
Xiaoman could do nothing and didn't know how to comfort Chenwei.
She could only reach out and pat Chen Wei on the back. For the first time, she felt that this mansion seemed to have really become worse.
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time,
The next day soon arrived.
Today is Madam Hou’s fiftieth birthday. Due to the relatively short life expectancy, this birthday banquet can be described as extremely grand.
The Marquis' Mansion not only hosted banquets for prominent officials and nobles in the capital, but also sent invitations to the royal family. However, the invitations sent to the royal family were usually just a formality to show the Marquis' Mansion's importance.
Most of the royal family members would only bring generous gifts and would not go in person.
In a carriage heading from the Qin family to the Marquis' Mansion.
Mother Qin looked dignified and calm, her hair was combed meticulously, and every piece of jewelry on her body was just right, neither overshadowing the other, but also showing her respect for Madam Hou.
She glanced sideways at Qin's father, who had a sullen face and said nothing.
He glanced at his son again, who had his head down, sweat all over his forehead, and was too guilty to speak.
"well........."
"Master, Hong'er didn't do it on purpose. Why bother? He's still young and just started working. It's understandable that he made a small mistake."
"Master, you have already scolded Hong'er last night. Today, we have to go to the Marquis' Mansion to celebrate the old lady's birthday. It's such a big happy event. Master, please don't scold him again. He really knows he is wrong."
"Is that Hong'er? Come on and admit your mistake to your father."
Qin Zihong pursed his lips reluctantly.
He secretly raised his eyes, glanced at the master's face, and nodded weakly: "I know, I know, Dad, I know I was wrong."
"Wrong?!"
"You know you're wrong now, but what were you doing then? Huh?"
"You little brat! Your father spent so much effort to get you a promising official position, and what happened to you? On your first day in office, you accidentally burned the most important book!"
"That book records the total tax amounts for all the towns in the south. They were about to be collected, and because of you, if you burned it, the entire government office would suffer."
Qin's father was really furious.
National tax is a major burden on the country.
On the first day of Qin Zihong's appointment to the Ministry of Revenue, he proudly took over all the tax books in the south, which summarized the taxes in the south and calculated them down to a certain house, a certain store, and a certain person.
That box of books contained tens of thousands of taxable names.
With so many people and thousands or tens of thousands of households, it is definitely impossible to check every person and every field. If that were the case, how long would it take?
Therefore, when collecting taxes every year, one only needs to take out the calculated summary book, find out the total amount for each town, and then check each city and town one by one, and look for the place that has not paid in full.
Look what happens now!
All the data is gone!
The Ministry of Revenue does have a backup of the tax payer list, but the total amount of taxes paid and the summary of towns and cities must be counted by the Ministry of Revenue itself.
In today's world, corrupt officials are rampant and the amount of taxes paid is huge. When the people below do the accounting, they only need to make a little trick to embezzle countless money and collect treasures worth sky-high prices.
“Pah—”
"I'm so mad! You really piss me off!"
Qin's father was so angry that he raised his hand and slapped Qin Zihong hard on the head.
This slap made Qin's mother's heart ache.
Mother Qin quickly reached out and hugged Qin Zihong, who was screaming in pain, and said distressedly: "Master, just tell me what you want to say. Why did you hit Hong'er? Besides, he didn't mean it!"
"Who would have thought that just one oversight would lead to the burning of the master copy?"
"They're just a few compiled tax lists. If they're gone, we can just clear them out and let the people at the Ministry of Revenue do the recalculation. What's the big deal? Why take it out on Hong'er?"
Mother Qin's face was slightly dissatisfied. She rubbed her son's head gently and spoke to Father Qin.
Father Qin's face darkened.
It’s so simple to say, it will come out after the settlement is completed.
But the problem is that there is no time to settle accounts.
He suppressed his anger and looked at Qin's mother: "What do you, a woman, know? Do you know how many names are involved in those account books?"
"The list was completed and submitted by the South before the New Year. The Ministry of Revenue spent three months to check and summarize the invoices. Now it's almost time to pay the taxes."
"There's only half a month left. How do you calculate half a month?"
"You're such a hopeless case! You can't do anything right, and on your first day in office, you've already caused such a mess for me. Are you going to piss me off to death?!"
Qin Zihong hid behind Qin's mother and popped his head out to look at Qin's father.
He said unconvincedly, "Dad, how could I be so rotten? No matter what, I am still your son. I didn't want this kind of accident to happen, and I didn't do it on purpose."
"Now that everything has been burned, let's settle the accounts later."
"If it really doesn't work, just write a fake account. No one will know anyway."
Father Qin: “!!!”
Qin's father was so angry that he was about to burst into tears.
Listen,
Listen, is this what people say?
The emperor knew too well how evil the officials below were. In order to prevent exploitation at every level, he suddenly issued an order a few years ago to let the Ministry of Revenue directly connect with the cities and towns and personally calculate and summarize the data.
The Ministry of Revenue does not look at the total amount provided by the town officials, as long as it is included in the tax list.
Although this method has loopholes, they are not that serious. Therefore, the total tax amount has increased by nearly half in recent years. It is conceivable how greedy the people below are.
But this stupid son actually dared to say that he was cooking the books? Just filling in random numbers?
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