"Give it, let it go." Zhang Xuanqing had just turned over the donkey when suddenly a fierce voice came from behind.

I turned around and saw that it was a young man in his twenties, tall and thin, with thin and short eyebrows, and a pair of small eyes that looked like mung beans. It was so ugly.

This man was wearing a coarse linen. When he walked, he was like a master from a family, swaying left and right, very arrogant.

It was not Zhang Xuanqing who blocked his way, but Luo Siyuan. As he saw him talking, he pushed Luo Siyuan away, rushed to the big man's donkey meat fire stall, and slapped it heavily with his hands: "Boy, who asked you to set up a stall here? Have you paid the money?"

He obviously looked smaller than the big man, but he called the big man "boy". With his shout, the people around him obviously took a few steps back, leaving a large area in front of the big man's stall.

Then I heard a few whispers, and they all said: "It's this rascal again", "Why isn't dead yet?", "A man was cheated by him, and I'm afraid he'll lose money."

It turns out that this person is a famous local rogue. In modern terms, he is called a rogue. However, he is different from a rogue. The modern little rogues are bullying the weak and afraid of the tough ones, but the ancient rogues are ruthless, and even the official master dares to scold them.

The person who came today's name is Hu, but he is really a fool. He has done everything he has to do when he cut off widows or run away from the graves of a house. He doesn't work or make money on weekdays. He usually catches anyone on the street and asks whoever he catches.

Now, this Hu Lai is out of money again and is looking for his target at the collection. By chance, he saw the strange face of the man. Otherwise, he would say that there are 360 ​​abilities in the world, and every abilities has knowledge. He can't be a scoundrel. First of all, he must have the courage. Those who don't have the courage cannot do this; those who have the courage alone cannot do this. They also have to have the brain. Those who have no brains can do this. If they don't do it for a long time, they will not be killed and they will have to starve to death.

Take money off as an example. First of all, you have to be able to pick people. Of course, it is not just that picking soft persimmons is as simple as picking soft persimmons. A rabbit will bite people when it is anxious. A soft persimmon will be soft once, a second time, a third time, or four times, but no matter how many, you have to fight your life with you. Besides, even if there are really cowards, if you want to give it back, you will probably not make much money. You will have to pay for all your wealth, and you will not have a few melons. So if you cheat people, you never pick soft persimmons. You only look at the timing. As long as you grasp the timing well, he can also squeeze hard persimmons.

For example, this man is actually a big man who had noticed the man before Zhang Xuanqing came forward to talk to the man. He had heard the man shout "Real donkey meat, if you don't believe it, you can kill him now", so he was about to step forward and use a method to get the donkey. But before he could figure it out, Zhang Xuanqing went there. After a few words, he actually bought the man's donkey. This time Hu Lai was even happier. What's the use of asking for a donkey? He just wanted to sell some money to spend. Now that the donkey has been directly exchanged for money, can he not be happy?

He stepped in front of the big man's stall in three steps. When he came up with the first sentence, he put on a high posture and asked the other party whether he had paid the money. This sentence was actually a condom, so that the big man subconsciously thought that he should pay the money to him when setting up a stall. However, the big man was stunned and said, "I've paid it..."

This time, it was Hu Laixian's turn to be stunned. He handed over it? Who did he hand it over? Then he heard the man continue, "...I understand the rules in your town. Is this street in charge of it? I have to pay him money in this stall, right? I have already handed over it yesterday, and there are several copper coins."

Lizheng is equivalent to the modern town mayor and township mayor. However, in ancient times, the imperial power did not go to the township, which belonged to the court. The officials who received salary only reached the county level. In the following Lizheng, the fellow villagers, and the husbands... they were all recommended by the local government. They did not receive salary from the court, and helped the magistrate to manage the local order and help the people deal with family matters, which means they did not have to make disputes about the government.

Speaking of which, the official is not like an official, and the people are not like a civilian. They are in charge of a lot of troubles and have no money to take positions that seem fucked, and only fools can do it. But there is a saying that county officials are worse than to manage now. The "current management" in this sentence means the right person.

For example, when collecting grain, in ancient times, the grain tax was used to pay for grain. The amount of land each family, the harvest was like, and how much grain should be paid, all the right thing to pay was decided. He said that if you asked you to pay more, you had to pay more, and if you asked you to pay less, you could pay less. There were also stalls in the market, you could not place randomly, and others had plans. What can’t be sold here and there, there were all the things that could be sold. After all, if a fish sells fish in a bunch of cloth sells fish, the fishy smell would not smell all the cloth?

Of course, this is just to put it bluntly. In fact, it is because of making money by selling stalls. Renting a stall includes long-term rental and short-term rental. Long-term rental starts at least one year, and short-term rental can be one or two days, three or five days. The man paid the short-term rental for only three days. He thought it was a try to sell it. If the transaction was good, he would continue to rent it. If the transaction was not good, he would return it to the village and could not accompany him for a few dollars.

Hu Lai understood this when he heard the man say it, and tried to turn his little eyes into a round, shouting: "Boy, are you acting like a master? You are just a rent for the same thing as the inside. But it is not enough to set up a stall here. You ask around, who will not give the old man more filial to anyone who sets up a stall here?"

A whisper suddenly rang around. Indeed, everyone who set up a stall here had been cheated of money by Hu Lai. However, over time and over time, they all knew that Hu Lai was a scoundrel. If he didn't pay money or paid less, Hu Lai couldn't do anything to them. So slowly, some people dragged it and simply stopped paying it, and some even made trouble with Hu Lai, which made him lose face. That is why Hu Lai looked at the new man today.

But the man was honest and asked blankly: "Who are you? Why am I filial to you?"

Hu Lai was so angry that he cursed and laughed and said, "I don't know you, a thief, the old man doesn't know you? Let me tell you, the town is different from your village. When setting up a stall here, you have to give the official money, and in front of the market. The money you give to the official is the rent for you to rent this place; but does the stall only cost you to set up a stall? If someone comes to trouble you every day, can you sell it? Will there be customers willing to buy things from you? At this time, the old man will use it. As long as you give me the money, I will guarantee that no one in this town dares to make things difficult for you. This money is called......"

“Protection fee.”
Chapter completed!