I played as an assistant in ancient times

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Shen Xiaoye nodded: "A piece of good coarse cloth four meters long costs one and a half cents, red pigment costs about one cent, labor and tax will add another five cents, and it will be another ten cents for entering the capital.

Although the quantity is large and it is not printed, it can still be made. "At least it is not top-grade fine cloth, so the purchase price is three points less.

But the key issue was that she had to get a batch of cloth. "When do you want it?"

"Before August, I'll tell you and Shen Heng something. The emperor might have to lead the army in person." Lu Guan spoke in a low voice, their heads almost touching, only half a finger's distance apart.

"Xiao Ye!" Outside the gate, uncle Shen Changshou came in with an angry look on his face and glared at Lu Guan fiercely: "What can I do for you, young master?"

Lu Guan almost hit himself on the head with his fan. He said, "I'm here to buy some cloth."

Shen Xiaoye nodded: "Five thousand horses."

"Do you have cloth?" Shen Changshou took a deep breath and said to himself, "Don't be angry."

Grandpa Mai is only responsible for Dad's travel and usually stays in the study in the outer courtyard.

Therefore, Guiyuan was a little short of manpower. Fortunately, Shen Qiao, who had lived two lives, was not really only nine years old. Like his parents, he did not like to be busy in front of others.

In her previous life, she lived to her twenties and was very good at taking care of herself.

"Dad," the younger brother Shen Qillang stretched out his chubby little hand and gently stroked the chest of the Fourth Master Shen Ruozhe.

Fourth Master Shen smiled at his two children, patted his daughter's head, and then took his youngest son and touched his forehead to his. Both father and son soon burst into cheerful laughter.

Shen Qiao also relaxed, and a smile slowly broke out on her tense little face.

He picked up the bamboo tube that his grandmother A Gu had prepared early in the morning and took a big sip of the warm rice oil.

A Gu is very talented in cooking. She is ten years old this year, only one year older than Shen Qiao. Even Chef Fang in the big kitchen has praised her for her work in the stove.

Her parents were on the farm looking after the dowry land of the late Mrs. Shen San, and her fifteen-year-old brother was learning martial arts from Uncle Hu Wu.

Before leaving, Shen Qiao asked A Gu to keep an eye on the door, especially the study.

Recently, my great-uncle has been bedridden and has consulted the imperial physician several times. My second cousin from the eldest house wants to continue the title of the Earl of Zhongyi, which has been passed down for three generations. He has gathered the strength of everyone in the mansion to collect rare treasures, hoping that someone can say a few good words to the emperor and ask for an imperial decree to inherit the title.

For this reason, my second cousin begged and snatched away the original Yan sticker that my father had promised to give away.

Lu Hanlin, who had originally requested the sticker, was the most difficult to deal with. If he knew that the sticker had been passed on to someone else, he would come to my house every day in order to snatch some more treasures from my father's study.

Dad was afraid of dealing with people, so he decided to take them back to the ancestral home to live for a few days and go out for a walk.

If my great-uncle cannot survive this, the title of Earl will be taken back.

My grandfather, who was dependent on the Bo family, was a man who didn't care about anything. In the future...

"Seven taels?" Shen Ru looked at her daughter's expression with amusement, sometimes smug, sometimes nervous, and sometimes worried. She was afraid that she would have forehead wrinkles at such a young age. "What are you thinking about?"

"Dad, can Second Uncle really relax all the joints?" Shen Qiao asked, holding the cotton-wrapped bamboo tube and looking up.

Shen Ruo patted his son who was already asleep in his arms and whispered softly, "It's very difficult. Since the founding of this dynasty, only one Duke of Ying and Marquis of Yongjing have been able to inherit the title without interruption, and the others have inherited the title for three generations.

Pingjiang Earl was an exception. The previous Pingjiang Earl died while protecting the previous emperor.

The prince of their family had just come of age and asked for a title. He also participated in the Northern Expedition in the early years of Xuande and was shot to death while trying to save the emperor, leaving only one bloodline. That's why there was an imperial decree that the title could be inherited for five generations.

Do you think our house can compare?"

Shen Qiao shook her head. Although her ancestor's four sons and one daughter were all killed in the wars before and after the founding of the country, the only remaining daughter was also granted the title of lady by Taizu and was allowed to marry a husband to inherit the family.

She is also one of only two women to be granted a title in this dynasty after the first Marquis of Yongjing.

My eldest uncle and third uncle died in the Northern Expedition. Although they had military merits, that was the duty of a military general.

Shen Ruo smiled and said, "I'm going to take you back to Wujiaao to live. Are you afraid of hardship?"

"Don't be afraid!" Shen Qiao felt that no matter how hard it was, she and her brother still owned 800 acres of private property. Even if the Earl's Mansion took back the title and divided the family, and levied a tax of one-third, they would not starve.

Not only did she and her brother have enough food, they also had a grocery store in Tong County. Her father had helped her mother run the store for several years, and even though it was a little far from the canal wharf, they still made more than a hundred taels of silver every year.

"I don't have to work in the fields, wash clothes or cook. I just live in the countryside and have enough food and clothing. What kind of hardship can I endure?"

"Haha, as a father, I want to experience the joy of farming and studying under the farm wall." Shen Ruozhe couldn't help teasing the child.

"When you are plowing the land, I can help you with leading the cattle. When you are planting vegetables, I can help with watering. I am very strong!" Shen Qiao also likes the countryside because the air is good. In her previous life, her father died and her mother passed away in a car accident. When she was a child, she lived with her aunt and helped with farm work. She knew how to water the land, plant peanuts, and pick cotton.

After graduation, she started working and was sent to the grassroots mountain villages. Alas, I hope that my aunt, uncle and cousin in my previous life would not be too sad about her sudden death.

Who would have thought that she would encounter a landslide on the way to a meeting in the village, causing her to be reborn as a human again.

Shen Ruo said happily: "Okay, Dad is waiting for you to lead the cows and water the vegetables."

Inside the carriage, while the father and daughter were chatting about what to plant, the mule cart had already arrived at Datong Bridge Wharf.

Although it was just daybreak, the area near the dock was bustling with people. This was the terminus of the canal transportation and was always busy.

Shen Qiao lifted a corner of the car window curtain and saw the beautiful lake in the distance, with water birds flying occasionally among the reeds on all sides.

There are many teahouses and canteens on both sides of the river, and the sounds of hawking are endless.

There were constant traffic on the road, official ships, civilian ships, and cargo ships on the river, and people coming and going on the shore to receive goods and send people off since early morning.

Farther away, the shadows of sails on the river surface are dotted, contrasting beautifully with the carriages and horses on land.

What a busy scene!

As if he had guessed her thoughts, Shen Ruo said, "Now is not the time for the grain to be stored in the warehouse. By then, the number of people, carriages, horses and boats will be more than a hundred times that of now."

Shen Qiao closed the window and lowered the curtain, then turned around and said inaudibly, "Dad, the grain tax is actually a kind of land tax, right?"

"Yeah." Shen Ruo stared at the river and lost himself in reminiscence.

At the pier of Yuliang Town, Huizhou, various boats are docked. It is just after noon, and the sun is hanging high in the sky, determined to spread the warmth of love to the world.

Except for those who were guarding the boats, everyone on the boats either stayed in the hold or went ashore to find a place to relax and escape the heat.

On the shore, there were few pedestrians, but a group of people were still moving back and forth between the warehouse on the shore and the ship.

In the two-story restaurant built by the water next to the dock, in the residence of the Earl of Zhongyi, the fourth son of the second house, Shen Ruozhe, who is almost fourteen years old, is leaning against the window of room number three, gazing at the people and horses on the shore more than ten feet away.

There were several hundred of them, most of them in tattered clothes, with patches of clothing that had fallen together and the sweat that clung to the ground clearly visible.

Under the supervision of officials wielding sticks and whips, they were moving grain onto rows of cargo ships under the scorching sun.

As soon as he stopped for a moment, the whip would hit him. He would stagger while carrying the grain bag, but he had to grit his teeth and continue carrying it.

After a while, a porter was knocked to the ground by the two bags of grain on his shoulders.

Several laborers quickly moved the grain away and, despite the whips of the officers, moved the man who was vomiting blood to the side.

One of the middle-aged men took out a few copper coins from his waist, nodded and bowed, and put them into the hand of the officer. The officer put them into his sleeve and turned around to shout at everyone to continue moving the grain. He walked to a shady place and talked to someone for a while, and the man ran towards Yuliang Town.

After a while, in the distance, a group of young boys came running towards the injured person. Their voices were just changing, and their hoarse voice of "Dad" shattered a cloud in the sky.

Shen Ruo...

He rubbed his ears, turned around and said to the servant Hu Wu: "Go and take him to the infirmary and have a good look at him."

"Fourth Master, there are a lot of pitiful people in this world, you..." In the corner, Old Mai stood up and spoke.

"Uncle Maizi, that kid is the one who helped me catch mandarin fish yesterday." Shen Ruozhe has always had good eyesight and can see people's faces clearly within a hundred steps. Earl Zhongyi often lamented that he was too weak to practice martial arts and join the army.

Old Mai was stunned, remembering yesterday morning, when the Fourth Master, who had lost his appetite for several days, wanted to eat mandarin fish, but thought the ones at the fish market were not fresh enough. While fishing on the shore, he met a young man who jumped into the water to help him, and he finally got to eat the delicious mandarin fish.

Thinking that the Fourth Master had started eating normally since yesterday, she sat back in the corner.

Hu Wu gave Shen Ruo a silly smile and ran down the restaurant.

The young man in the distance had already wiped the blood from the wounded man's mouth and spoke loudly, as if that could dispel his panic, "Dad, wake up! The emperor has issued an edict that starting next year, there will be no additional taxes for men who have reached adulthood. My uncle came back from delivering goods a few days ago and said that Huzhou no longer has to pay grain taxes since last year. Farmers no longer need to transport grain to the capital, and can just pay silver directly."

As he spoke, he carried his father on his thin shoulders with the help of the middle-aged man, "Dad, good days are coming to our family, you can't get hurt."

Others couldn't help much either. If the tax grain was delayed in entering the warehouse, they would be punished, and even if they lost everything they would not be able to pay the penalty.

The young man dragged the person for only a few yards when Hu Wu caught up with him, forcibly took the injured person and carried him to the stretcher he had called for.

The boy didn't react for a moment and was a little confused.

Shen Ruozhe saw Hu Wu pat the boy on the shoulder and pointed at this side and said something.

The young man knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the restaurant, then walked quickly towards the town with Hu Wu.

On a ship moored at the shore, a boy who looked like a servant almost hit a passerby, but he cleverly dodged and rushed up. He jumped up the stairs to the second floor, shouting urgently as he ran: "Fourth Master, Fourth Master!"

The cabins on the second floor were all private rooms. Only the rich and the noble could stay there. Fortunately, most of the guests on the ship went off to get supplies or relax. The door of cabin number 3 opened, and a fair-skinned young man in a sky-blue robe said slowly, "Xiao Wu, don't panic."

Hu Wu rushed to the young man and handed him a note. His eyes were red with anxiety and he was about to cry. "Fourth Master,"

He chartered the boat and sailed from Tongzhou Wharf all the way to Nanzhili. In name, Shen Ruo was going south to seek a hermit master to treat his illness. In fact, he was following the orders of his eldest uncle, Earl Zhongyi Shen Shouren, to go to the Shen family's hometown in Zhejiang to intimidate the group of clansmen who had already branched out from the Earl's Mansion.