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Chapter 933 Collect "tribute fees"!

Yuan Wenshao was very satisfied with Liu Li's understanding of his purpose. When he arrived, he was suffering from persecution paranoia. He thought there must be a few short-sighted people, and he was already planning to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

He also happened to give his eldest son Teng a place, but these squad leaders were unexpectedly respectful. For a while, I really didn’t know what to do.

There is a little more respect for high-ranking officials.

"Master Li, this is the first time Zhongxuan has taken office. Please give me a lot of help~"

"Master Jingcheng, you are too polite. If you have anything to do in the future, just give me your instructions."

Liu Weizhong is still very humble here, raising his hands and bowing every time he replies.

Because being old and not dying is a thief. In Bianliang City, where the rich and powerful are everywhere, he can live a life and end up as a minor official because of his caution.

He knows very well who he can mess with and who he can't mess with. The way for little people to survive is to pretend to be a grandson.

"It's not for nothing that I have been hanging out for so many years. Naturally, I have two friends in the Bingma Si Yamen. I heard that the person in front of me is a noble son and lives in the Earl's Mansion. This background is simply overwhelming!"

"You have to serve him carefully. No one knows what kind of temper this man has. If he beats himself up, he won't even understand him.

This old man's arms and legs can't bear it. Seeing that he will retire in another two years, there is no need to fight for a short time. The real business is to make money steadily and then go home to raise his grandson.

And Yuan Wenshao is naturally not that ignorant dandy. He respects others for every foot he respects. The man in front of him is already so old, and his face looks full of wrinkles and ravines. He is probably older than his cheap dad.

"Master Liu, please sit down. From now on, we will stir the pot in the same pot. From now on, you can call me Zhongxuan~"

"Sir, the etiquette cannot be discarded!"

"Oops~" A strange look flashed across Yuan Wenshao's face. Why did the words sound so familiar? Isn't this my line?

Seeing the seriousness on his face, I felt a little less wary. Anyway, Liu Limu was the only person of rank in this small yamen besides himself, so it was good that he could cooperate.

"Rongbao, serve tea quickly!"

"Okay, young master!" the attendant at the side responded quickly.

After pouring two cups of tea, he placed it on the main table first, and then turned around to show it to Liu Li.

"Master Liu, please use it~"

"I miss you so much, little brother~"

Liu Limu is a capable person. In his opinion, the servants of the Earl's Mansion are not something he can afford to mess with.

"Rong Bao, you go down and do your work first!" Yuan Wenshao waved his hand.

After the entourage left, he smiled kindly and said, "Brother Liu, I just listened to what the commanding officer said at the Bingma Si Yamen!"

"You are an old man from our Jingcheng Institute. You have been working as a clerk for decades since you defeated Emperor Taizong. Why bother introducing me to Zhongxuan!"

"Of course it's okay~"

These words scratched Liu Weizhong's itch, and he was happily stroking his goatee without looking at it. It could be said that this was the only thing he was proud of.

After going through ups and downs from a white service, he finally became a ninth-grade official in Jingcheng Yamen. He was the target of many patrols. Soldiers who didn't want to be generals were not good soldiers. Everyone wanted to be able to get through the ranks in the end.

Zhima officials are also officials, okay? Don't take the officials as cadres. All year round, they are no less fat than an outside county magistrate.

And here Yuan Wenshao was sitting here, waiting for his introduction. As a result, more than ten seconds passed, and this man was still stroking his beard with a smile, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

This man must not have Alzheimer's disease. I heard that his grandson is planning to get married. He is indeed very old at this age.

After a while, he still didn't speak, so he could only wave his hand and remind: "Mr. Liu?"

"Oh, I was distracted just now. I hope you can forgive me!" Liu Weizhong blushed when he apologized. He really didn't expect to be so embarrassed. Mainly because I have been working in the Military and Horse Division for so many years, I have met many nobles, and I have even been whipped countless times by some dandy boys. This is the first time I have been respected by such a big figure.

"Ahem~" He coughed slightly and introduced seriously.

"Reporting to your lord, there are 54 regular patrol soldiers in the yamen, divided into 7 shifts. Among them, there are 8 people in each shift responsible for patrolling. If there is nothing important, there will be two shifts at a time, a total of 16 people. The shift will change every hour. In the evening Two more shifts will be left on duty!”

"We have a squad leader and a deputy squad leader, who are equipped with crossbows, arrows and knives and lead people to patrol the streets. Of course, the people call them head catchers, but there is still a difference between us and the catchers in Kaifeng Prefecture!"

"There is also a station shift of 5 people, who are responsible for guarding the yamen and guarding the prisoners. When the shift ends, the prisoners admitted on the street during the day must be escorted to the yamen of the Military and Horse Division. We don't need to take care of the rest!"

Liu Weizhong felt a little thirsty at this point. He was about to pick up the tea cup and take a sip, but suddenly he remembered that he had forgotten something.

He quickly added: "By the way, sir, there are also more than 50 white servants in the Yamen, who usually accompany the regular officers on patrol!"

"In addition, there are five scribes, who are responsible for some work of filing documents. These people are under the control of me, the official!"

"Oh~" Yuan Wenshao nodded, thinking in his mind.

The area under my jurisdiction is not the most prosperous place in Nancheng. It is about one square kilometer and has a population of 100. With the white servants plus more than people, it seems to be quite simple to manage.

But in fact, it is not that easy. As the capital of Bianjing, many people come in to seek livelihood outside the city during the day. The number of immigrants will increase significantly, which will add many factors to the public security.

"Master Liu, how about this usual..." Before he could finish his words, he saw his eldest follower Rong Bao walking in.

"My lord, Squad Leaders Zhao and Liu who were patrolling today need to see you for something!"

"Let them come in!" Yuan Wenshao nodded in agreement.

Then I saw two squad leaders wearing black uniforms and thin armor walking in, but the strange thing was that each of them had a small box in their hands.

The Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division also belongs to the military order, so both of them knelt down on one knee to perform a military salute.

He said loudly: "I see you, Your Majesty!"

"Excuse me, you two~" Yuan Wenshao raised his hand with a kind face to signal.

Among them, Team Leader Zhao, although he looks rough, is smarter. He stood up and put the box he was holding on the table.

He said with a flattering smile: "Sir, this is the tribute fee for our class today. You guys don't dare to neglect it. I will send it to you as soon as I get back to the Yamen~"

"Oh, right!" The other leader, Liu, was younger. He was half a beat too slow before he could react. After glaring at his colleague, he quickly put the wooden box on top as well.

Although Yuan Wenshao had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs running away. Looking at the two boxes on the table, he instantly understood what was going on. "Tribute fee" was nothing more than another term for protection fee.

When you come to the country, you have to follow the locals. Don't do anything like being out of the mud when you first arrive. Otherwise, you may not be able to wait until night before you will be squeezed out by these old fritters, so you look at them and tell them to put them away.

"Wow~" Rongbao picked up the box directly.

The two squad leaders at the bottom blinked when they saw this. They didn't dare to say anything if they wanted to say anything, so they could only turn to Liu Limu next to him for help.

"Cough!" Liu Weizhong coughed lightly.

He stood up and came over to remind him in a low voice: "Sir, the box~"

"Oh~" Yuan Wenshao reacted immediately and saw that the paint on the box was peeling off a bit. It must be old and it is a tool for collecting "tribute fees"...

To be continued!

(End of this chapter)