During the Mid-Autumn Festival where officials were on holiday, Jia Cong down-to-earth achieved "the whole nation carnival, the officials and the people were having fun together"... Well, in fact, he used his privileges to spend the spring night with him in the Hongye Valley of Qixia Mountain like a honeymoon... After that, he returned to Jinling West City and had another meal, and it was almost all night long.

With mandarin ducks around, Jia Cong never asked about the situation of the Jia family in Shitoucheng, nor did he want to ask about it. For him, this family seemed to be just a hotel passing by. The only benefit was that the officials of Shangyuan and Jiangning counties in Yingtian Prefecture had a less reception money, so why would they not do it?

Shaoxing Prefecture is Kuaiji, Shanyin is in the same city, Suzhou is also in Wuxian, Changzhou, Yangzhou is Jiangdu, Ganquan, and Yingtian Prefecture. No exception is the Xijiangning, Dongshangyuan, and the two counties are also in the Gongcheng City. After the Zhongyuan Festival, Jia Cong opened a workplace in Shangyuan County, and received a letter within a limited time and posted a notice at the Shenming Pavilion outside the yamen. In recent days, he handled many sesame matters and recorded them all on the record.

In the second hall of Shangyuan County, the local student He Yi came to ask for his orders for the people again, and his colleague Zhou Wenbai was still accompanied by him.

The scholar has a social status, and there is no need to kneel down when he sees a county magistrate. Jia Cong did not give him a seat to maintain his authority as the censor. The two scholars stood on the theory, and the soap troupes on the left side of the two halls stood in a solemn manner with water and fire sticks, and there was a weapon stand on the far right, which added majesty.

Jia Cong enjoyed touching the Grand Master's chair, feeling happy with this power: "If you say it carefully, the money and grain of the yamen destroyed the department, how did you harm your Shangyuan County?"

He Yi opened his mouth and shut up again. After hesitating for a moment, Jia Cong reminisced and felt that this question was wrong.

Chongzhen asked the official how to embezzle and asked the person to name it, but no one dared to offend the entire bureaucratic group. Therefore, this kind of question is very stupid. What else can be achieved except for being voluntarily?

Jia Cong changed his words: "If someone dies in the township, the yamen must go to the countryside to buy coffins and blend household registration. Is this rule for Shangyuan?

"Yes, sir." He Yicai dared to answer: "The officials sent a village to the village, and the people of the country must raise money to receive and hold banquets. In a few years, the money used for this matter is higher than the taxes..."

"Have you been there in the government office and the Niesi?"

"I've been there, sir, but these yamen do not accept it." He Yi sneered firmly: "So young son is preparing to go to Beijing to file a lawsuit..."

Jia Cong's face became neither sad nor happy. He suddenly remembered that there were such things in prefectures and counties during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

It seems that many things in feudal society are surprisingly similar.

Logically speaking, this matter is really strange. How much does it cost to go to Beijing to file a lawsuit? It must be a lot of money, including travel expenses, food expenses, accommodation expenses, and yamen to handle some money, and the village raises money to Beijing to file a lawsuit. Isn’t it better to feed dogs to the yamen to file a lawsuit? The cost is even less?

This is just a matter of cost. What about the dangers of life on the road? What about the risk of offending local governments? So, is this worth it?

However, there are many such examples in history. Some scholars and juren still persevered in fighting these evil forces! The letter was passed into the capital!

The so-called "what is commonplace, but the one who is wrong will lose itself" is probably like this.

The clerk class is roughly equivalent to modern civil servants. They have to take the exam twice and take the exam for six years before they can be promoted. Their salary is low, and their mental disrespect and contempt are part of the reason for their exploitation.

This class is larger than all officials combined. There are hundreds of thousands of people across the country. They are the people who truly come into contact with the people, so it is beneficial to do things.

Tax exemption is impossible. In the 21st century, taxes will be paid... Online writers with monthly salary of more than 800 have to pay taxes obediently... As for this darkness, Jia Cong really doesn't pay much attention to it. In modern times, which is known as democratic and peaceful, the tragedy in Dao County, the Nazis were beyond the reach of... This is just the tip of the iceberg of a certain ruling class...

However, this student named He Yi gave Jia Cong a little interest. Sometimes he was cute. Jia Cong smiled and said, "So, according to you, what should I do best if I am a official?"

He Yi was walking around the second hall, as if thinking of a solution. Zhou Wenbai said, "Just give me an order and the notice is sent to the whole county. Officials are not allowed to lay out excuses to exploit the territory, kill chickens to warn monkeys, and severely punish them. This is naturally quelled."

Jia Cong played with the order and the gavel, shook his head and said, "You think too simple. This is only temporary. What if I leave? What if the clerks take over and replace people? This is what will happen again after the spring breeze blows and will never be extinct..."

At that time, officials and clerks exploited the people, and often they were not open and upright. They would use many excuses or put a good name on the expenses, such as the burial fee of the dead. They represented justice and fairness. How could the government not pay?

The darker hell is, the darker the officialdom is. Some darkness is outrageous and unimaginable, especially when you understand the principles of lambs and wolves, that kind of powerlessness will make your heart tend to be boundless dark.

"There is a compromise method. This burial fee has been burial for a long time. It is better to go back to Shangyuan Township later and summon the old people to raise money. The adults will give you another name and order the clerks of Yingtian Prefecture to think that they have worked hard outside. With these two levels, they will work together to get rid of the burial fee in the future." He Yi, after thinking for a long time, finally said.

Jia Cong pondered: "This method is feasible."

In fact, similar things have happened in Sichuan in another time and space, and in the end it can only be like this. This is the smallest loss I have won.

Generally speaking, the rulers raise the common people's cattle and sheep and know that they should slowly exploit and slowly squeeze their blood and sweat. It is not the end of the dynasty. There is always a limit to this kind of exploitation, because the rulers are not stupid and hypocritical and can only have hundreds of years of blood and sheep drinking. The lowest-level ruler's clerk class is the same. Therefore, the method He Yi said is feasible.

Jia Cong finished writing the notice on the spot and stamped it with the official seal. Zhou Wenbai had no impression, but He Yi could conclude that he was a man of great talent.

After all, as scholars in the middle class of society, there are not many people who can do this.

On the night before Jia Cong was about to leave Yingtian, to express his gratitude and gratitude, He Yi and Zhou Wenbai invited him to Chenlou for a drink and asked Chen Ruan to play the pipa.

Chenlou is the residence of Chen Ruan, who came into Wu. In today's Jinling, it is a famous place, opposite to Meixianglou, the former residence of Li Xiangjun. To the south of Confucius Temple, behind the building is a Qinhuai River that has washed away the golden powder history for hundreds of years.

Zhen Baoyu was also included. Unfortunately, Fang Wuhui and his gang were also on the west side of the second floor. Zhou Wenbai has always been polite, as if he was interested in making friends and chatting with Jia Cong. Because Jia Cong was surrounded by everyone, there was no loophole.

Chen Ruan's pipa is like the waves rising from the Qinhuai River. Everyone here applauded. He Yi stood up and bowed and said, "I have heard of the title of the Censor's poems and official names for a long time. I hope all the girls and their calligraphy is famous in the world. I want to ask the Lord to give me a poem..."
Chapter completed!