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Li Qiyuan said to the steward: "Is this contract drawn up here or will it be drawn up in the yamen's house?"

"It's all right, it will be faster to get there after the draft here." After the steward finished speaking, he continued: "We all have the most suitable template here, and the official will issue the deed." '

Bai Lianhua ran to Yun Musheng's carriage and asked for a while, then went back and said to the steward, "Then let's make a plan first, this house will directly belong to the name of Marquis Yangxia."

The steward looked curiously at Yang Xiahou next to him. Yang Xiahou raised his head and held his chest high, and the steward felt a little contemptuous in his heart. He had already heard about Yang Xiahou selling his ancestral house when he came on the road.

Throwing the key to the edge of the table, the steward said to Yang Xiahou indifferently: "Let the housekeeper sort this out first."

"Okay." Yang Xiahou took the key and said to the servant: "Take it and open the door. Don't be in a hurry. You must have the vigor and basic qualities of the Marquis."

Everyone in the room couldn't help but look at Yang Xiahou, but Yang Xiahou didn't realize the real emotions of others. Instead, he was complacent that he had received a lot of attention, but Li Qiyuan, Bai Lianhua, who was in charge, only thought it was ridiculous and pitiful.

The servant ran out, and the steward also started to write the contract. After a while, Yun Musheng got out of the car. After entering the house, he looked at the contract under the steward, and said to Yang Xiahou next to him, "Your Majesty, Did you bring everything like the title deed?"

"That is, how can I be the kind of person who is not particular?" Yang Xiahou reached out and took out a few crumpled land deeds from his arms.

Yun Musheng looked at it rather disgustingly, and said to the manager: "Is it convenient for me to write a contract for the transfer of real estate and real estate here?"

The steward kept saying yes, and when he was helping to write, the steward asked Yun Musheng: "My lord, you need to pay money to the household department when the house is sold or transferred. The government will generally collect some money, and we are responsible for the house sales tax here, but the transfer of ownership over there still requires the son or Yang Xiahou to pay the tax by himself."

"Well, you just help me deal with it, and I will give you the money together." Yun Musheng knew that this tax is not a dead price, but there is oil and water in it. If you pay the money in a daze, it is better to hand it over to Changye Real Estate. For the sake of their own reputation, they will not take any advantage of themselves. Instead, they will lower the price through internal prices.

The steward was a little surprised at Yun Musheng's decisiveness, and clasped his fists at Yun Musheng and said, "I have written the trust of the young master, and we will see the situation when the time comes."

When everything was done, the steward asked someone to watch the door, and he took Yun Musheng and others straight to the yamen. When he arrived at the yamen, the steward found that there were a lot of ordinary people gathered in front of the yamen. Come and see the fun.

"Young master, please." The steward led Yun Musheng and several people who were familiar with the house, and went straight to the house. After entering the house, the steward greeted the small officials of the structure, obviously they were very familiar with each other.

The steward handed several deeds to the little official, and said, "Sirs, please check if the deeds are in compliance with the rules?"

"Is it based on the deed issued by the government?" The little official didn't know about the sale of land in Yangxiahou's mansion, so he reached out to take it and began to compare it with the deed issued by the imperial household department. When he saw Yangxiahou, he was stunned , looked up and scanned for a while, and locked on the oldest Yang Xiahou, but didn't say much, wondering how this Yang Xiahou suddenly had money to buy a house.

After comparing the deed papers and walking, they found that there was no problem. The officials on the side took the map on the deed paper and began to compare the existing household documents. It stipulates that the content on the deed paper is in compliance with the regulations, and the maps on the deed paper belong to your Changye, and there is no problem of encroaching on other people's land."

The little official on the side has already started to sort out the copying of the deeds. Seeing that Yun Musheng was a little curious, the steward explained: "Mr. Yun, the first thing to do here is to check whether the content on the deeds is in compliance with the rules, and then to look at some of the things I sell. Is this land really under the name of my Changye, and whether there is a situation of buying and selling other people's land."

"Oh." Yun Musheng nodded, and stretched out his head to watch the little officials copying words and drawing maps.

The steward said again: "The meaning of copying the map here is to back up the records. As long as it is backed up here, the next time we sell the house in Changye, the map will show where our Changye's remaining land is. Disputes, so it doesn’t matter if you lose your land deed in many cases, anyway, the government has records, but it’s best to keep it safe to avoid some accidents.”

"This son doesn't understand these principles, he must have just left the study?" the little official who drew the picture joked.

The little official who was looking at the second deed paper suddenly focused his eyes. On the deed paper, the words Zhao Lianyu and Yun Musheng were clearly written. He naturally knew that this Zhao Lianyu was Yang Xiahou, and Yun Musheng this He also knew the name very well. He stretched out his foot and kicked the little official next to him. The little official who was joking with Yun Musheng suddenly realized that he was not someone he could joke with, so he lowered his head and copied it honestly.

The little official who checked the deed was shocked when he read it. His hand holding the deed trembled a little. This actually sold the land and all the buildings on it, which really made him feel a little uneasy. , this contract paper instantly became a hot potato.

The little official bit the bullet and said to Yang Xiahou: "Master Hou, you are selling this house, will the gods know about it?"

"Hmph, when did I need them to nod when I sold the things in my Yangxiahou's mansion?" Yangxiahou was furious and yelled at the little official.

The little official hurriedly knelt down, although this Yang Xiahou was a joke, but the title was real, there was no trace of moisture in it, he should respectfully salute when he met, but Yang Xiahou didn't pursue it, many people forgot.

"Get up and do your business." Yang Xiahou's face darkened, feeling that he had lost face in front of Yun Musheng and the others.

The little official hurriedly got up and sat back in his seat to sort out the things carefully. The little official next to him took it and continued to check the deed. A small official went out to get the things calmly, and revealed the news after leaving the door. After going out, a small catcher from the yamen quickly ran to the mansion of the blue mountain god general.

If the Blue Mountain God General does not nod, no one in this household would dare to sign the contract. After all, no one can offend the Blue Mountain God General. Why is this so fast, why is this so slow? Are you deliberately killing time?"

"Don't be angry, Lord Hou. The house just now is the latest, so all kinds of related documents are often used, and the processing is much faster. But how old is your house, Lord Hou? I want to find it. The relevant books will take time," the petty official pleaded hastily.

Yang Xiahou snorted and stopped talking. The little official took a group of old and somewhat yellowed books to look for relevant records, trying to find out the information of the first owner and the land deed copied at that time.

After a long time, a policeman outside the yamen quickly ran into the yamen and whispered a few words to a small official. After the small official knew that the Lanshan God had acquiesced, he walked to the door of the household and spoke to the small official. The official nodded.

After the little officials saw it, they stopped acting. As long as the Blue Mountain God General agreed, then they would handle it quickly. They found the one they needed in the thick documents in an instant, and finished it quickly.

Yun Musheng and Yang Xiahou signed and pledged respectively. In the end, Yang Xiahou's land deed was taken away, and the head of the household on the household book was replaced by Yun Musheng. Yang Xiahou was very happy to see the new land deed in his hand.

The little official said to Yang Xiahou: "Master Hou, your affairs have been dealt with, if you still have something to do, you can go to it."

"What about Mr. Yun?" Yang Xiahou pointed at Yun's tomb student Li Qiyuan and Bai Lianhua. Yun Qianyu and Yun Bailing did not get off the carriage.

The little official took out the new booklet and showed it to Marquis Yang Xia, "There are still taxes to be paid on these two houses, the new house is paid by the seller, and the old house is paid by you, but I asked just now, and the steward said Mr. Yun is willing to help you pay the money."

"Thank you, Mr. Yun." Yang Xiahou cupped his fists at Yun Musheng, who paid a lot of taxes, and was afraid that Yun Musheng would repent, so he ran away in a hurry.

A group of petty officials looked at Yang Xiahou who ran away, with deep contempt in their eyes, and the steward said to the petty officials, "Calculate the price I should pay, and count as Mr. Yun's."

A petty official went to get the tax booklet, flipped through it, and said without looking up: "I'm an old acquaintance, your price is still the previous price, and I won't talk nonsense with you, you are also an insider, your account It should be 350 taels, you give me 300 taels, and I will make you a fake account of 280 taels."

"Okay, no problem." The steward handed over the money readily, obviously trusting these little officials.

After borrowing 300 taels, the clerk recorded 280 taels in the book, which was obviously the old fritters in it. While writing, he said to the steward: "I charged you 20 taels more, but you gave me 50 taels less, and I handed over the money to you." Twelve taels will be used by the boss to make connections, and then we brothers will share the remaining twelve taels for wine and meat."
A few people born in Yunmu can be considered to understand the tricks. The account of 350 taels is directly transferred to 280 taels. With the difference of 70 taels, the manager earns 50 taels, and the boss of the household earns 70 taels. Earning ten taels, the few people who were present and not present during this operation made steady profits without losing money, and immediately dug out [-] taels from the treasury.

The little official took the land deed belonging to the Yangxiahou Mansion, calculated the approximate area and location, and directly clasped his fists at the tomb of Yun and said, "Young Master Yun, it's not that you don't want to give you face. The price of this old house is really too high." It's too high, and the deal between you and Yang Xiahou will become the focus of the capital in an instant, so this small fake account dare not do it, and can't do it."

The little official at the side seemed to be afraid that Yun Tomb would be angry, so he interjected and explained: "Mr. Yun, many people are aware of this method of tax collection, so we can't cheat. Fake accounts and oil and water are all in the dark. Places, such as this one that won't attract too many people's attention just now, your deal is really standing under the sun."

"I understand the truth, you don't need to be embarrassed, just do business." Yun Musheng waved his hand.

The little official standing at the front flipped through the notebook and said, "Master, the tax price of your house is about 800 taels. We will lower the price to 500 taels at least. If it is less, it will be exposed. Our 500 taels will be handed over directly to the state treasury, and we will not earn a penny.”

Yun Musheng took out a stack of banknotes from his arms, counted out 6000 taels and handed them to the manager of Changye Real Estate, and handed over 800 taels of silver bills to the clerk, who took them and counted them directly on the book Write down: "The tax is 800 taels of silver, the house is dilapidated, and the discount is 500 taels of silver."