The rise of the poor

Chapter 223 Going to the Li Family Again
"What?"

Mrs. Chen was a little distressed. This time Zhu Ping'an won the election, she received so many congratulatory gifts in just a short while, and there will definitely be more in the future.

"The law stipulates that accepting gifts is equivalent to accepting bribes." Zhu Pingan said softly.

When Mrs. Chen heard this, she felt that the bank notes and land deeds in her hands were very hot, and she threw them all on the bed without thinking about it.

"Then I'll send them all back immediately."

Although she was a little bit reluctant, Chen was still anxious to return everything. In her heart, her son was still the number one priority, and she couldn't delay her son's future because of gifts.

"It's nothing this time, it's still a human relationship. But in the future, don't accept it. Don't worry, the son will be filial to his mother, and he can make his mother eat well and wear warm without accepting gifts."

Seeing his mother Chen's reluctance but anxious to return the gift, Zhu Pingan couldn't help smiling to comfort Chen.

"Is it all right this time?" Mrs. Chen picked up the bank note and land deed, and asked hopefully.

Zhu Pingan nodded.

"Put it away for you, mother." Chen shi immediately turned from cloudy to sunny, and happily put the things under the pillow, and then hid them when no one was around.

Zhu Pingan had his own ideas about the villagers who came to contribute after hearing the news in the yard. After communicating with Mrs. Chen in advance, Zhu Pingan walked out of the house and came to the yard.

"Thank you uncles for your kindness. It's just that everyone has seen that my house is small and the yard is not big. I really don't need servants, chefs, etc. If there is a need in the future, I will definitely bother you uncles."

Zhu Pingan went out of the house and clasped his hands to explain to everyone in the yard.

This made many villagers who came to donate their slaves and servants unavoidably disappointed, but fortunately Zhu Ping'an responded to the land donation, which pleased the villagers who had been waiting for a long time.

The voluntary contribution is just to avoid tax and corvee. The people who donate land in the yard live a hard life and suffer from corvee taxation. It is beneficial for them to donate land.Therefore, Zhu Ping'an still accepted the offer of land in the courtyard.

Contributions are strictly prohibited by the imperial court. Although it is popular on the surface, it is also a matter of being found out.Zhu Pingan used to be considerate in his work, and he did not leave any excuses for others. He made two contracts with the villagers who contributed land in the yard.

Two contracts, one is a contract for buying and selling land, which is a real contract that does not need to be fulfilled, avoiding investment;
The other one is the contract of tenant land, the general content is as follows:

Liu Erniu, the person who established the tenant, has now farmed some fields under Zhu Ping'an's name. It is agreed that the rent should be paid every year, and the rent will be reduced in case of floods and droughts.There is no proof after learning, so I will give this Butian Wenyue a photo.

The villagers were very happy to get the second land lease contract.With this document, the land is nominally donated, but actually cultivated by himself, and in order to comfort the villagers, Zhu Pingan specially added the agreement of "permanent farming, no limit to the number of years" in the contract, which is equivalent to In fact, this land is no different from that of the villagers.

"How much is the general rent?"

Zhu Pingan asked when writing the contract.

"Top One"

"twenty eight"

The villagers gave different answers, and looked at each other after answering.Ten one means one-tenth of the rent, and twenty-eight means two-tenths of the rent.Generally speaking, the agricultural tax collected by the Ming Dynasty in the name of the country is less than a tenth, but the landless peasants who become tenants pay money and food to the landlord as land rent, which is usually slightly higher than the legitimate agricultural tax of the country, and unscrupulous landlords may raise it To thirty-seven or even five-five.The villagers gave different answers, probably because it varies from landlord to landlord.

After listening to the villagers' answers, when Zhu Pingan wrote the lease agreement, he set the land rent at 5%, which was half of the minimum land rent that the villagers answered.

With such a low land rent, the villagers who got the lease almost cried with joy, and thanked Zhu Ping'an repeatedly.

Thanks to the villagers, Zhu Pingan, who got nearly [-] acres of fertile land for no reason, couldn't help but blush. He said that he had obtained nearly [-] acres of fertile land for no reason and still collected rent, but the other party thanked him endlessly. It felt like Fan Wei's classic sentence back then Like thank you.

After eating at noon, in order to avoid people who gave gifts and donations, Zhu Ping'an took his schoolbag across his shoulders and went to Shanghe Village to stay away from home for a while.

Before leaving, mother Chen said that if someone came, she would say that she was reviewing and preparing for the exam.

"Master Zhu is here. Congratulations to Master Zhu for high school. Please come in. It's cold outside and warm your hands."

Uncle Li, the concierge of rich man Li's house, was more enthusiastic than ever. He directly opened the door with a small iron stove, and put the small iron stove into Zhu Ping'an's hand as soon as he opened the door.

After finally getting rid of the enthusiastic Uncle Li, Zhu Pingan walked to the study.The study door was closed, Zhu Pingan knocked on the door from the outside, and soon heard footsteps approaching, and someone opened the door.

A little girl with a bun face poked her head out of the study, and saw Zhu Ping'an's small mouth grow into a round shape in surprise.

"Master Zhu Ping'an."

Hua'er, the little maid with a bun face, habitually called Zhu Ping'an's name, but after calling Zhu Ping'an's name, she realized that Zhu Ping'an was already a Juren, so she added the word "Master" to the end in annoyance.

Feeling that the word "Master" is so awkward, the little maid Hua'er's bun face wrinkled.

"Call me by my name." Zhu Pingan's mouth twitched slightly.

"This is what you asked for, don't regret it." Hua'er, the little maid with a bun face, was kind and kind, her eyes bent into crescent moons.

"Hua'er, you stinky girl is skinny, the cold wind is blowing in from outside."

At this moment, a lazy female voice came from the study, as if a lark flew into the room in winter.

"Miss, Zhu Ping'an is here to borrow books." Baozi's little maid Hua'er explained to her lady, then turned her head and whispered to Zhu Pingan quickly, "Come in quickly."

Zhu Pingan nodded and entered the door, Baozi's little maid Hua'er quickly closed the door, and rubbed her skirt in front of her own lady.

The study and the outside are like two seasons, the study is warmed by several charcoal pots, and Zhu Ping'an feels warm and comfortable as soon as he enters the study.

"Hey, I thought that someone won the election and disliked the low threshold of our Li family."

The lazy female voice spoke out again, full of sarcasm and sarcasm.

Zhu Pingan raised his head and saw a girl with bright eyes and bright teeth lying on a reclining chair covered with fur of unknown animal in the study, rolling her eyes at herself.

In addition to the girl who rolled her eyes and Hua'er, the little bun girl, there were two old mothers and two maids in the study who were making clothes by the charcoal brazier.

"Why don't you talk, but I've said what's in your heart, hum, isn't it just a Juren, what a pride."

The girl who rolled her eyes saw that Zhu Pingan looked at her silently, so she couldn't help but rolled her eyes again, and said sarcastically again.

(End of this chapter)