The strongest nine thousand years old

Chen Shou's first sentence surprised Chen Dong.

The registered population of Chenjiazhuang is about a thousand, but the actual population is three times that, a full three thousand!

The corner of Chen Dong's eyes twitched violently.

Although I know that there are illegal residents and escaped residents everywhere, the difference is so huge that it is really shocking.

A single example can reveal the whole picture. If this is the case in Chenjiazhuang, which is located at the foot of the emperor, the situation in those remote places will be even more exaggerated.

It is impossible to collect taxes from people who are not registered as fugitives or illegal residents. Dayan only has a pitiful few million taels of tax revenue every year. It is easy to imagine where the tax revenue comes from.

It is far inferior to the gamble between Chen Dong and Tiemucha.

Chenjiazhuang is famous for making brown sugar and has to pay a commercial tax of one thousand taels of silver every year. After deducting taxes and costs, as well as the fees paid for bribes, the net profit of each family is less than one hundred taels of silver a year.

"That's good now. With the Lord taking care of us, the tax officials in the government won't dare to make things difficult for us." Chen Shou said flatteringly.

The others also smiled and looked at Chen Dong eagerly.

Yan Shijiu almost laughed his stomach off. Reputation is false, and real benefits are needed.

People like Chen Shou rushed to curry favor with Chen Dong because they wanted his power and status.

Chen Dong waved his hand casually, "Since I am the lord, you don't have to pay taxes to the government. You can take 500 taels of silver every year, and I will treat the people in the government office to a meal."

Someone whispered.

"Another five hundred taels?"

"That's right, five hundred taels for a meal and wine, that's too expensive."

"You are a viscount, and you still value these five hundred taels."

Chen Dong's face suddenly darkened.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense.

Chen Shou said quickly, "Sir, don't listen to those bastards' nonsense! One thousand taels! We will give you the same amount as we gave to the government before! I just hope you can take good care of us and ask the government to send some people to protect the village, so that those land bullies won't come to harass us again."

"The village chief is right! One thousand and two taels of silver will definitely not be less. I toast to you, sir." Chen Yan said hurriedly.

"Let's toast to Sir Alex together." Chen Dazhuang and Chen Dashi also raised their glasses.

Chen Dong's face lightened up a bit, and he said calmly: "I originally asked the Yuwen family to buy brown sugar, and the price was twice the market price."

Chen Shou and others' eyes lit up, and their faces suddenly became surprised and excited.

"Sir..." Chen Shou shouted excitedly.

Chen Dong stood up and said, "I am not good at drinking, so I will stop here today. When I sober up, I will ask the Yuwen family to come over and talk."

Chen Shou and others' faces suddenly changed.

"Sir!" Chen Shou wanted to reach out to keep Chen Dong.

Yan Nineteen suddenly drew out his sword.

"brush"

The sword light is cold and the sword energy is fierce.

Chen Shou quickly retracted his hand, and the villagers who tried to stop Chen Dong also retreated in disappointment.

Chen Yan said anxiously: "Sir, we are willing to offer the brown sugar recipe!"

Chen Dazhuang, Chen Dashi and others' faces changed. The brown sugar recipe is the lifeblood of Chenjiazhuang!

Chen Dong said disdainfully: "Brown sugar formula? This Lord doesn't even care about the white sugar formula!"

White sugar recipe! ?

Everyone's expressions changed suddenly.

White sugar is a rare commodity comparable to gold!

Chen Dong actually has a recipe?

Under the protection of Yan Shijiu, Chen Dong strode away with a cold face.

Everyone could only watch the God of Wealth fly away.

"Asshole! Who was the bastard who was gossiping just now? Stand up immediately! I will punish you according to the family rules!" Chen Shou was furious.

"Village Chief, we know we were wrong."

"Village chief, spare my life!"

"Uncle San, please beg the village chief!"

The three people who had just spoken immediately knelt in front of Chen Shou and begged for mercy. Chen Shou stared at them with a cold face.

Not only did no one plead for these three people, but they looked at them with dissatisfaction. The silver that was about to be given flew away because of a few gossips.

Chen Shou gnashed his teeth and said, "You three bastards are really blinded by greed! Don't say that the Lord has exempted us from the 500 taels. Even if he didn't, we should still share our share."

"With the Lord's name guarding the village, who would dare to cause trouble to the black-hearted officials and the local ruffians?"

"Now that the sugar production has increased, are you still worried that you don't have money in your pocket?"

"And the sugar formula, one ounce of sugar equals one ounce of gold, was ruined by you three bastards!"

Chen Shou growled in disappointment, and the three young men who knelt down all lowered their heads and blushed.

"Village chief, what should we do now? Should we ask them to apologize to the lord?" someone asked.

Chen Shou said angrily: "If apologies are useful, what is the use of the government?"

"Throw the three of them into Qingfeng Mountain and let them fend for themselves!"

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"Hey, are you just leaving like that?" Yan Shijiu caught up with Chen Dong who was silent.

Chen Dong rubbed his stomach and said, "Are you full?"

Yan Nineteen shook his head.

"Let's talk while eating." Chen Dong said.

After leaving Chenjiazhuang and arriving at the market, Chen Dong found a stall and ordered two large bowls of noodles.

Yan Shijiu sat down next to Chen Dong and asked curiously, "Are you really angry?"

Chen Dong laughed dumbly, "A few hundred taels of silver, why should I be angry? I have tens of thousands of taels of silver notes with me for pocket money."

Yan Shijiu asked doubtfully, "So you left suddenly?"

Chen Dong snorted, "People are always greedy. This time I promised to ask for 500 taels less and you're still not satisfied. Next time I ask for 1,000 taels less, you'll be even less satisfied."

"If you want these people to obey you, you can't just use gentle tactics, you need drastic measures!"

"Just wait and see. The old village chief will catch up with us soon."

The noodles are here.

Seeing Chen Dong eating noodles with big mouthfuls, Yan Shijiu didn't bother to think too much. The most important thing was to feed his stomach.

As soon as the two finished their noodles, Chen Shou chased after them, sweating profusely.

"Sir." Chen Shou put a wooden box on the table and said with a smile, "This is a little gift from us. How can you eat noodles here? Come back with me and continue drinking."

Chen Dong was not surprised by Chen Shou's appearance.

"Village Chief Chen, what are you doing?" Chen Dong said calmly, "The food in Chenjiazhuang is too spicy and the wine is too strong. This Lord is not used to it."

Chen Shou secretly groaned in his heart, gritted his teeth, and said, "Those three brats have been driven out of the village. As long as you are willing to take care of Chenjiazhuang, Chenjiazhuang will be your backyard from now on. You can do whatever you want!"

Chen Dong raised his eyebrows in surprise and exclaimed: "Village Chief Chen is really courageous."

Chen Shou smiled bitterly. He had no other choice. If Chen Dong took revenge, it would be as easy to kill the people in Chenjiazhuang as to kill an ant.

"Register all the people in Chenjiazhuang. Three thousand people can't be more, no less." Chen Dong said lightly.

Chen Shou's face suddenly changed, and his heart almost bled. Next year's taxes will be increased three times!

After gritting his teeth, Chen Shou nodded and agreed.

"The list is ready. Come to Jinyiwei to find me, and the Yuwen family will go to buy the brown sugar." Chen Dong didn't even look at the wooden box and left with Yan Shijiu.

Chen Shou's expression was complicated, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"Do you really have a recipe for white sugar?"