The Reborn Lady is Farming

   Fan Zijin didn't know the actions of several children. He had to know that he had stopped it, because the first person to be targeted was him because of the trouble.

   This matter can only let Qi Haoran make trouble.

  Like all parents of children who do bad things, he got the news at the latest. As soon as he heard that the children were pulling money to pay taxes and spreading the tax knowledge to everyone, he knew it was bad.

Where are these children cheating others? They are cheating on him. He has not paid a single penny for so many properties in his name. The key is that he is quite large, but in fact, the money left is only two years. He really doesn't have much money left in his hands to pay the tax.

   Fan Zijin felt that there must be a planner behind the children, and Mu Yangling was obviously that person.

Fan Zijin was walking this way, and he wanted to give Mu Yangling a slap in his heart. Sometimes this person is very smart, he takes care of the overall situation, and sometimes he is very stupid. He always misses something. Why don't you think about me too much?

   Is it enough to cooperate with your family?

It wasted his heart for them, how much he cares about them, Qi Haoran doesn't know that his shop has been paying taxes, but he knows that he is still fighting for them with his front feet, and you push me out to block the sword with your back feet. Friends do this?

Fan Zijin ran forward very aggrieved. If it wasn't for his strong nature, his eyes would have turned red, but when he heard the words his son defended him, Fan Zijin's eyes were really red. Fortunately, Mu Yangling hasn't gotten home yet. , at least left a way out for him.

  Knows that his taxes are owed to the treasury.

  Fan Zijin breathed a sigh of relief, then paced out with a serious face, instructing Zhou Zhizhou, who was in charge of the matter, to approve the accounts, collect taxes, and issue entries.

   Xiao An ran up and asked for credit, "Dad, did we bring a good head?"

  Fan Zijin nodded reluctantly, "You are all good boys."

   Hutou said excitedly: "It's more than that, Er Uncle, we will come tomorrow."

   "What else are you doing here?" Fan Zijin stared.

  Little Lion explained, "What we are paying today is last year's tax, and the year before."

  The second prince said happily: "Second uncle, don't worry, we are not tired at all."

  The other three children nodded happily, "Walk more to stay healthy."

Not to mention Fan Zijin, the officials here shook their hands and almost knelt down for a few children. They were not afraid of the children being tired, but they were afraid of the trouble it would cause. They were all trembling with the tax payment for one year. Now, it will take another two years to make up for it. This is forcing people to die.

   The people onlookers outside shouted hello and applauded the young masters. Anyway, except for the officials, who would dare not pay the taxes to the yamen?

   They are debt free anyway.

  The four children, who were in debt but were also light, got the receipt and left happily. They also invited the onlookers to continue to witness their feat of paying taxes and money tomorrow.

   "Brother Xiao An, how many people do you think will pay taxes after we leave?" Hutou asked curiously.

   Xiao An said to himself: "There must be a lot. If you don't believe me, just wait. We have a good lead."

  The little lion looked left and right, pointed to a restaurant not far away, and said, "Let's go there and sit and wait to see how many people are so moved by us that they pay their taxes on the first day."

   Several children nodded, rushed into the restaurant and asked for a box next to the window. The window was facing the government office, with a wide field of vision, and there was absolutely no place to be missed.

The four children waited eagerly, Qi Wensu hooked his hands and wanted to order something delicious, and the tiger's head was drooling, Xiao An and the little lion each held one, and taught: "We still have to keep the money to pay the tax, but If you don’t have money to buy delicious food, just drink the tea provided by the store for free, and then buy it next time when we give out monthly money.”

   Xiao Er, who came in and waited for the order, was startled, is he planning to occupy a private room without spending?

   But seeing the two younger sons eagerly looking at the menu, but still nodded, he couldn't help but soften his heart, and after thinking about it, he went out and told the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper pondered for a while, and then said: "I picked up a few high-quality dim sum and sent it to our restaurant. Several young masters, Gao Yi, admired by the owner of our restaurant, a few small snacks are still available. ."

   Not only did he please a few young masters, but he didn't show his whereabouts. Where can such an opportunity be found?

   "Would you like to give them another table of meals?" Xiao Er suggested looking at the shopkeeper's face. After all, the young masters in the house were of noble status, and they were happy to serve them even if they were free to eat and drink.

   The shopkeeper shook his head, "That would be too explicit, but it's not good, just give some snacks, and quietly spread what the young masters just said."

   Their restaurant has always been paying taxes honestly and is not in the ranks of paying taxes. He is still happy to help a few young masters.

  Xiao An and the others were really happy to receive the gift. Hutou also nibbled at the dim sum with bright eyes and promised Xiao Er that when they had money, they would definitely come to this restaurant for a big meal.

   The second brother answered with a smile.

The four children stayed in the box excitedly and stared at the movement on the other side, but no one came to pay the tax until the sun went down. Qi Wensu pouted and said aggrievedly: "Brother Hutou, why hasn't anyone come yet? Look! Everyone is down."

   Tiger tilted his head, "Could it be that there is so much money that they can't carry it for a while?"

   The little lion lit up and said, "It must be that they owe too much money, and they can't get it all together."

  Xiao An added: "It is also possible that the accounting is too time-consuming to complete today."

  The corner of Fan Zijin's mouth twitched as he was about to push the door in. He felt that the children were too optimistic.

   Fan Zijin pushed open the door and went in, and said to the four children who were beating eggplants like frost: "Let's go, my carriage is below, I'll take you home."

Seeing that they were still weak, he added slowly: "I sent a message to my family in the afternoon, saying that I am in a good mood today, and I plan to have dinner with the family." He continued with a smile: "I ordered a few dishes, including braised lion head, sweet and sour pork ribs, sweet and sour carp, oh, and Buddha Jumps over the Wall, but this dish is too big, I don't know if the chefs have made it. …”

The four children had already rushed out with an "Ow!" Fan Zijin stretched out his hand and grabbed his son's back collar, ignoring the three children who had already run out of the restaurant and climbed into the carriage, and asked his son with a smile, "Who paid for you to go to the government office? Bad idea to send tax silver?"

   The word 'it's me' was swallowed by Xiao An before it popped out. He looked back at his father innocently.

  Fan Zijin guessed it. He gritted his teeth and couldn't help but tap his head and said, "Can't you come up with a reliable idea? You have to make things so big."

   He is the prefect of Guangdong, and he has to take care of him first when something goes wrong. Does his son think he is too idle to find work for him?