After drinking for a while, Sun Erlang asked, "Master, is this shop yours own? If it doesn't work, look for another way."

The owner of the shop shook his head repeatedly: "Although this shop is outside the city, it is just an intersection, how can it be my own? This is the official store. I have a family property in a nearby village, so I am the manager here because I am not hiding the customer. I have to take money from my family to the government because I am so lonely. I have to take money from my family to the government. I have a year left, but I don't know how to live."

Sun Erlang hurriedly to the owner with a glass of wine so that he would not have to worry, and he would have his own way at that time.

No one can tell how this store was built, because it was a crossroads and the business was good before. Thirty years ago, it was taken over by Gong County and was appointed as the official, from a wealthy family nearby to serve as the supervisor and operated for the government. The tax amount was set according to the figures three years ago. The owner had to pay so much to Gong County every year. If he had to pay more, he would pay for it himself and pay for it himself.

A few months ago, the industrial and commercial reforms began on Jingxi Road. All the official shops were sold to the public, and the wine sale system was relaxed. The consequence was that the shops in the county were bought by several wealthy families with strong financial resources and invited wine brewers to a large amount of money. All the surrounding countryside shops were getting worse day by day. The owner was recruited and came here to take charge of the shop. He barely made a profit or a loss the year before, but he was compensated this year.

According to the county's intention, this small shop is also to be sold. However, the selling price is calculated based on the profits collected in the previous years, which is obviously not cost-effective. After several months of listing, no one came to buy it. According to the county's intention, if it cannot be sold by the end of the year, the store owner will force it to buy it. His property is there, and he is not afraid of not being able to pay the money.

Speaking of these troubles, the shop owner sighed, and Sun Erlang had to stop comforting. Since the Five Dynasties, in order to support the military support expenses, the regime has been exploiting the people by using this method, and everyone has become accustomed to it. When they encounter it, they just think it is destined to break the money, and they have no more ideas. The government is focusing on the top households to fetch the sheep, and the lower class people who account for the most part of the society will sympathize with it at most, and they will not empathize with it, and they will not be able to make trouble. When encountering such a thing, if they do not hand it over to the fate of Wuchang, what can I do? I can't make trouble.

At this moment, a few people suddenly walked in from outside. The leader was very young. He held up an umbrella and wore a raincoat and skirt. These were all very delicate, but they were a little awkward when worn on this person, wrinkled and muddy.

There were several companions behind him, all wearing straw raincoats and hats, and they looked very capable.

The owner took a casual look, turned around and remembered something, hurriedly got up, and saluted: "It turns out that he has arrived at the small shop at the festival level. Why not give an order earlier, and be ready early!"

Tan Jie Li was a little embarrassed and said, "You are so unaware of the matter for the old man. The magistrate is here, why don't you greet him quickly!"

The shop owner was startled and hurriedly said to the young man: "The little old man has no eyes, but he didn't know that Shangguan was coming, so I hope to forgive him!"

Wang Anshi was just concerned about collecting the umbrella and said casually: "If there is wine and meat in the owner's store, put some on it. It rained heavily outside, and everyone ate and drank and removed the cold air. When they had eaten, they would pay for your money."

The owner hurriedly agreed and whispered to the servant to get the wine behind, kill a chicken, and cook it.

When Wang Anshi heard this, he said to the owner: "What kind of cooked beef and mutton do you have in the store? Take a plate of it and don't need to kill the chicken."

The owner said: "To be honest, Shangguan, there are only a few dozen kilograms of cooked beef in the store. The day before yesterday, a cow in the village next door died of illness and bought it to entertain customers."

"Then we'll cut a few kilograms of beef. We'll eat it and we'll go to the front pier to check it out." Wang Anshi said, sitting down at the table beside him, leaning his umbrella aside.

The owner of the shop said: "What kind of person is Shangguan? How can you eat such pickled meat! The shop still has a few chickens. I waited for a while and slaughtered her with Shangguan! But there was no good wine in the shop, so Shangguan took care of her!"

Wang Anshi nodded, muttered, and asked in a low voice if the money the people who followed him brought was enough.

The owner of the store did not think that the magistrate had given the money after eating wine and meat. He didn't know how to make it well for a while and stood there stupidly. He didn't know that Wang Anshi was unique and didn't care about the food, clothing and consumption. Most of the beef and chicken were not good or bad when eaten in his mouth. Beef and chicken were mostly not good or bad. The old-fashioned beef was hard to eat, and ordinary people could smell it, but Wang Anshi was different. Most of the time he ate it, he couldn't taste good or bad. The reason why he stopped insisting was just to avoid trouble, the store arranged it.

Sun Erlang, who was on the side, saw that the store owner was embarrassed, took out the bottle of wine that he had not finished, and stepped forward and said, "There is still half a bottle of strong wine brought from Luoyang here, which is extremely powerful. This weather is just enough to drive away the cold. I respect the officials."

Wang Anshi let Sun Erlang put the wine on the table and asked the people following him to pay. The water, wine, strong wine, tastes good and bad, and Wang Anshi didn't care at all. He didn't object, but he just didn't want to distinguish it from the people under his rule, and just give it money.

It’s not that Wang Anshi has no sense of taste and does not distinguish between beauty and ugliness, but that he rarely gets distracted from it. When he is really idle, he can also taste good wine, enjoy the beautiful scenery, and know how good or bad it is. But now he is full of thoughts about when the rain in front of him will end, whether something will happen to the Luohe Wharf in front, and whether the surrounding farmland will be affected by disasters. He will use his whole heart to eat and drink completely away from his thoughts.

Seeing that the official was dull and a weird person, the shop owner and Sun Erlang had to walk away silently and return to their table.

After a while, the servant brought a plate of boiled chicken and placed it on the table with a corner of wine. Several public officials poured wine for Wang Anshi, occupied a table next to him, drank the wine from the store, and ate cooked beef.

Wang Anshi was thinking about his thoughts, so he picked up a pair of chopsticks and went to pick up the cooked chicken on the plate. In order to show respect, the servant turned the chicken head towards Wang Anshi, but he didn't expect that the official didn't pay any attention. He stretched out the chopsticks and poked it on the chicken head, but no meat was picked up. He took the chopsticks and put them in his mouth. Wang Anshi picked up the wine and took a sip.

The servant looked at it stupidly, and saw the magistrate taking a sip of wine, poking the chicken's head with chopsticks, and then sucking it in his mouth. After drinking five or six glasses of wine, the chicken was still intact, and there was no missing piece of meat.

On the other hand, Tan Jiejia signaled the servant not to speak out. He didn't know what he meant not to disturb the magistrate, or to leave the chicken, and wait for a while and they had a feast.

This strange look made the shop owner and Sun Erlang look at each other and didn't know what to do. Go up and remind him, but he was afraid that he would disturb the magistrate's thoughts, so he wouldn't remind him. The chicken did not move in the end, so he was not charged or not?

After a while, Wang Anshi felt that he had eaten almost the best, so he put down his chopsticks and wine glass and said, "Master, count the money."

After saying that, he got up and took an umbrella and left, asking the public officials behind him to pay. When the account was returned, his family would naturally settle with the public officials, and Wang Anshi would not bring money. The county government did not have the money for ministers, and most of the county were spread over the heads of the public officials accompanying him. Wang Anshi was polite to his subordinates and always paid the money himself, but only God knew whether the public officials had reported false accounts and took advantage of the magistrates by the way.

The owner looked at a complete chicken on the plate and really didn't know what to say. When this official was having a meal, he didn't care how his stomach felt. As long as the chopsticks were stretched much, he felt full.

Tan Jiejie came up and whispered: "Master, we don't have money with us. Come here later to calculate it for you."

While speaking, Tan Jiejie signaled the people around him to block the chicken and prepare to put it away secretly.

At this moment, Wang Anshi, who had walked to the door, suddenly turned around and said, "Master, suddenly remembered that this store should be from the county, right? He kept saying that he had sold it, but it had not been sold yet, right?"

Tan Jiejie was so scared that he shivered, and grabbed the person who blocked the chicken, winked repeatedly.

The owner of the shop had to go up and bow and said, "Go back to Shangguan, the store is really from the county. The old man is a top-class household in the village next to him, so he is not allowed to be the supervisor here. A few months ago, the county said he wanted to sell the store, but no one came to buy it after the list was announced."

Wang Anshi nodded, walked back, stopped at the table, and asked the owner: "Why no one bought it? You have been a supervisor here for some days and it looks good, so why don't you buy it yourself?"

The owner thought about it but still didn't dare to tell the truth, saying, "The little old man's family is poor and he really can't afford it."

"It's nothing to be able to afford it! As long as you are willing, the county can give you the price. You don't have to pay cash, just give some interest every month! The court has regulations that as long as you pay 30% of the purchase price, the remaining money can be divided into several years of payment."

Wang Anshi strode over, swept away the carelessness just now, and looked at the owner very seriously.

Looking at the magistrate's extremely serious expression, he was beside him with the chicken that he poked his head countless times and had a lot of meat in the last piece. The scene was really strange. Tan Jiejie and several public officials next to him were worried, not knowing what the magistrate thought of finding that he had no food and had to pay for it himself. If he asked again that he had not paid the money, and actually had to pay the money from the magistrate's family, he would have no idea what the consequences would be.

The owner was speechless for a moment, and no one had ever told him that there were any rules. Once he knew, he understood why the restaurants and restaurants in the city were sold out quickly. The stores had bad business and had low prices. Coupled with the rule of paying 30% in installments, they must have been sold out. However, this kind of good thing is not something that anyone can get, but it must be someone in the yamen. The magistrate didn't seem to be greedy for money, so it was hard to say what his public officials under him were.
Chapter completed!