He said so, Fushen was naturally willing, readily agreed, and ordered his servants to fetch a bag of corn, and handed it to the mountain people in front of Huo Ying, and then sent them all away.

Without the troublesome mountain people, Huo Ying also brought Fushen into the back hall, gave him a pen and paper, and asked him to write down the suspects himself. Holding the bamboo pen, Fushen had already calmed down.

Although he and other wealthy gentry had conflicts in private, their goals were the same in the matter of fighting Song Yuan, that is, the development of grain production must not harm their interests, so they would never use such a trick at this time. Stupid way to piss off Sung Won.

Fushen wanted to understand this, and immediately glanced at Huo Ying. He sat with the county lieutenant, waiting quietly for the county lieutenant to read the statement. The two exchanged eyebrows, and there were thousands of meanings hidden in their eyes.

Fushen knew that if he didn't write out why, he would take the blame for those who did it. He was not responsible for this trouble.

Could it be that the person above moved his hand?
But isn't this hurting them?The rich gentry broke out in a cold sweat. Ten years of interests involved, this crime can put them to death. Now they are still trying to find a way to deal with Song Yuan, and their superiors have already attacked Song Yuan. Now Song Yuan is in charge It's not up to the top, but isn't it easy to clean them up?

But even so, he didn't dare to confess to the people above, and they still relied on the backers above to settle the false report of the amount of cattle and sheep and the number of acres of land for them.

"The matter of land reclamation has been decided." Huo Ying's voice was not loud, but the words were clear: "It will start after the autumn harvest. At that time, a gentleman with rich farming experience will be invited to teach the art of farming."

The county lieutenant nodded when he heard it, and Fushen's thoughts also flew out. The thoughts in his mind were racing, Leping was going to open up wasteland, did it prove that Song Yuan was willing to live in harmony with them?If this is the case, the confiscated cattle and sheep will be confiscated, and they can make a comeback.

"Is it finished?" Before he could think it through carefully, Huo Ying opened his mouth.

Fushen looked at the blank paper, felt hesitant, put down his pen and knelt on the ground: "Mr. Junwei, can you listen to what the villain has to say?"

"Say it." Huo Ying agreed, seeing that he had been slow to speak, and still not forgetting to signal the others to go out, and when the county lieutenant was about to go out, Huo Ying stopped him: "Listen, too."

The county lieutenant was flattered and immediately responded.

Seeing this, the rich gentry opened his mouth after several entanglements: "The little people know that they are guilty. They have falsely reported the number of cattle, sheep and fertile land. They have evaded a lot of taxes these years, but the little people just want to keep their ancestors. As a last resort, with the family background of the villains, it doesn’t matter even if they pay according to the court’s tax, but the court wants to cultivate land, and how many people are eyeing the villains’ fields. My lord is aware."

He said that Huo Ying had already thoroughly investigated these things. The imperial court called for the return of livestock to farming, and many people relied on this decree of the imperial court to fill their pockets. Accepting bribes from the rich gentry in Leping calmly, but with so much appetite, even the wealthy households who have accumulated for several generations cannot bear it. False reporting of cattle, sheep and fields to evade taxes is naturally inevitable. Those who lie on the rich gentry and eat their flesh and blood The people who don't care about it, they will only be very excited to catch the lifeblood of this group of people, and cover up their ugly behavior with a condescending attitude, so as to satisfy their own desires.

This is a cycle of death, which will only make all the rich and gentry in Leping fall into the quagmire. Even if they wake up and find that this is a dead end, they can't turn back. They have been reduced to supporting the group of blood-sucking insects plate of Chinese food.

"But Master Jun Cheng gave you a chance." Huo Ying, who knew all the reasons, was not half-hearted, and his calm tone was merciless: "You guys refused."

The rich man remembered Song Yuan's idea of ​​renting the land, and although he felt regretful, he said frankly: "The little people don't dare, the little people have no way of turning back, if you obey the Lord Chancellor's wish to rent the land for farming, then the little people will The cattle and sheep will have nowhere to go, and the villains will not be able to avoid taxation, so how will they be enshrined to the higher authorities?"

His difficulty is still a dead ring that is deeply mired.

"After the flood, Master Jun Cheng intentionally let your cattle and sheep go up to the mountains to graze, and your fertile land was rented out to the common people for farming. Why didn't you?" Huo Ying had no sympathy for them.

The rich gentry lowered their heads and said nothing. When they learned that Song Yuan had no intention of repairing the dam, they also guessed that Song Yuan wanted them to take the initiative to go up the mountain to graze and give up the fertile land for farming, but at that time they still believed in the superiors. I will help them, so I don't care about it at all.

He didn't speak, Huo Ying continued: "Judging from what happened last night, you have been abandoned."

The rich gentry said nothing, this is a fact, there is nothing to refute, since they have been completely reduced to being blood-sucking objects, they no longer have any right to autonomy, and it will be a matter of time before they are given up.

"I can give you a chance for Jun Cheng, a chance to survive." Huo Ying stood up and handed the bamboo pen to him: "You decide whether to accept it or not."

The rich gentleman raised his head in surprise, he couldn't believe that there was such a good thing, he stared blankly at Huo Ying for a long time before he took the bamboo pen: "The crimes committed by villains are not worthy of death, villains dare not expect too much, It’s just that the villain’s grandchildren are still young, if the court indicts them, please spare their lives.”

Huo Ying didn't answer him directly, but said: "Write down the list and amount of bribes you have paid over the years."

He has been staring at these rich gentry for a long time. Although he caught a lot of their mistakes before, it was not enough to pry their mouths open. Today, the false statement given by Wei Yan provided him with a reminder. A little hesitation when writing the object of suspicion, then there must be a result today.

Fushen finished writing it very quickly. Huo Ying knew that he had something to hide just by glancing at it, but this is normal. Who can guarantee that he will not be given up again after explaining everything he knows?
"You go home first." Huo Ying put away the things he wrote, and after finishing speaking, he went out by himself without waiting for the rich gentleman's reaction.

The county lieutenant chased after him: "My lord, do you really want to let him go? Tax evasion alone is a serious crime of confiscation of property. What's more, they also bribed, which is even more of a crime of exile. Several crimes are punished together, and one cannot escape death." Character."

Huo Ying stopped and thought for a long time before saying: "It's not them who are at fault, it's the group of blood-sucking worms who are filling their pockets. Government orders are just a piece of waste paper if they are not mandatory. If the subjects seek personal gain, the government orders are empty words. Naturally, they should Kill, but those who enrich themselves should be killed even more."

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