Chapter 2373: Taxes and Fees Have No Pricing Power

Li Longji and his companions ate slowly, while the common people ate quickly. They quickly loaded their food and went to Luoyang.

Some common people had good things and wanted to sell them in Luoyang.

Some common people's wild vegetables were not valuable, so they dug a lot and asked the buyers on the bridge for the price. If they thought it was appropriate, they would sell it to the buyers.

There were a lot of wild vegetables, and the cost of hiring a car was high. If they went there, it would be evening. If they stayed there, they would spend more money on accommodation. If they didn't stay there, they would rush home in the middle of the night and get up the next morning to dig vegetables.

The people of Li's farm were nearby and had a car. They watched others collect.

Whenever merchants started to discuss prices, the farm staff went over to listen and watch.

Since the wild vegetables were sold two days ago, it has been like this every day.

They don't have a fixed price. They look at the appearance of the wild vegetables, not the quantity. Luoyang can digest any amount of wild vegetables.

If the appearance is good, the merchants will lower the price too much, and the farm will buy it.

If the appearance is not good, the common people will raise the price, and the farmers will not say anything. The common people will make the deal at the last offer of the buyers.

Farmers may not be so accurate in judging things. The wild vegetables he thinks are not good may be considered good by the people and shops in Luoyang who cook for themselves.

Of course! Farmers have the right to set prices, and everyone agrees.

Bi Gou looked at it, opened his mouth, and finally sighed and ate.

He wanted to collect taxes, but when he saw the tired faces of the people and their happy expressions after receiving the money ranging from dozens of coins, he really couldn't say it.

Song Jing glanced at Bi Gou: "Xiao Yi, who is responsible for the sanitation and order maintenance at the bridgehead?"

"There is no sanitation problem. After selling things, the people will take the vegetable leaves around them to the bridge and dump them into the river.

Everyone maintains the order by themselves. The people in the village are here every day. It is agreed that if there is a problem, the market will be cancelled immediately.

There are no farmers, and the bridge keeper will watch. The row of houses next to the horse farm is the post station.

The original water post station has been replaced by a road post station. There are only boats. They go fishing when they are not busy.

The extra money belongs to them. They are responsible for providing free soup and arranging accommodation."

Li Yi dispelled Song Jing's idea of ​​collecting management fees and sanitation fees for Bi Gou. It's not easy to have a bridge. The people have just enjoyed the benefits of the Tang Dynasty, and they have to collect money?

If you really want to collect money, it's better to collect bridge tolls. It costs money to repair the bridge.

The key is that the Tang Dynasty did not have such a fee item, and the former Sui Dynasty did not have it either.

Su Yan drank a mouthful of soup: "Xiao Yi, I think the people's income is not small. The one selling thorny young shoots sold 71 coins."

"Yes, he picked two large baskets of thorny young shoots. Tomorrow morning, I invite you to go to the mountain in the farm to pick them."

Li Yi saw it, and even saw someone bringing Ganoderma lucidum, so he picked it up when he saw it.

Ganoderma lucidum merchants dare not touch it, they don't understand it at all, can they just bid a random price?

Called the people from Li's farm over, but Qingdai came over, took a look at the Ganoderma lucidum, and gave the other party 400 coins to take it.

Li Guizang looked up at his master: "The thorny young shoots he picked to sell were definitely not picked by him alone. Look at his body, there are still wet places now. In the early morning, the whole family went into the mountains. Look at his fingers, he must have been pricked many times."

"In this case, tomorrow we should focus on the affairs of the court?"

Su Yan looked at his hand, not wanting to be pricked.

"No problem!" Li Longji wants to go, so he can be pricked! Can he prick you to death?

"If you want to charge, you can charge. You can charge for the services you provide.

As the rain increases, sheds are built to shelter from the rain and cool down, and business is conducted in the sheds.

By charging shed fees, the people get extra convenience. It is 50 cents, which I think is affordable.

Remember to collect the money after the sale. If you evade once, it will be counted as a hundred times, and you will be severely punished."

Li Yi attaches great importance to the bridgehead here. When it becomes prosperous in the future, he will collect taxes, including taxes on shops and stalls.

That is, people who do not do other jobs as their main business, such as the East and West Markets in Chang'an and the North and South Markets in Luoyang.

There are only two bridges on the entire Yellow River, one is the Pujindu floating bridge under the Hukou Waterfall, and the other is the fixed bridge on the other side of the Tonghe River in Luoyang.

In previous years, when the Yellow River was flooded, the ferry boats shuttled back and forth, and they would still capsize accidentally.

When the current of the Yellow River exceeds that of his time, when the current is large, all the boats will go diagonally and cannot cross in a straight line.

With the bridge, people from dozens of miles nearby would choose to travel by land, take a horse-drawn carriage, and pay for the carriage. At least they would not worry about drowning if the boat capsized.

Every year, hundreds of people would drown. If they died, they died.

Bi Gou swallowed the food in his mouth: "Who will the money belong to?"

"The Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Revenue will pay for the shed." Li Yi finally said something that made Bi Gou happy.

"Oh!" Bi Gou found that the food smelled better.

After everyone finished their meal, they walked east along the river. At this time, the catkins had not yet flown.

Li Yi grabbed a willow branch, broke it, and slowly rubbed it to separate the skin and the core.

The bark of a two-inch long willow branch appeared in his hand. He carefully scratched it with his fingernails, thinned the broken part of the bark, and held it in his mouth and blew it "woohoo".

Li Longji looked at him with contempt, picked two willow leaves, rubbed the dust off with his fingers, put them in front of his mouth, tried a few times and threw one away, and the melody appeared: with the lyrics, it is outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, and the grass is green all over the sky...

Li Chengqi plucked a piece of grass from the roadside, held it in his mouth, held his hands in front of his mouth, and played polyphonic and harmonious, adding the resonance cavity of his hands, the sound was relatively thick.

Li Yi took off the willow bark in his mouth, lowered his head and was depressed, as if no one could not blow the leaves.

Blowing leaves requires skills, but blowing the tube of willow bark, children can blow it easily, and no tools are needed.

He took out a knife and scraped the place where he blew again, then put it in his mouth, and the tune came out. It was impossible to do without tools.

This is the willow flute, which does not need to be pierced to press the hole, and it still has a melody.

The three people played "Farewell" together, and the other palace maids and eunuchs hummed softly, snapped their fingers to match the rhythm, and hummed each part.

Li Longji played and signaled to Bi Gou with his eyes.

Bi Gou: "Break the willow into a flute, and the leaves are melodious."

Li Longji looked at Su Yan.

Su Yan: "Follow your heart and leave it for farewell."

Li Longji looked at Song Jing.

Song Jing: "Afternoon, Pingcheng East Long Road."

Li Rizhi took the initiative to interrupt: "Why?"

The others were stunned, and changed, two words, this is...

Li Longji also blinked his eyes and turned his head to look at Zhang Jiuling.

Zhang Jiuling shrugged: "The two sides of the Yellow River face Shuangzhou."

The others understood in an instant, Xiaoyi wrote the lyrics, follow this.

Liu Youqiu opened his mouth: "There is no one who can speak of the stone and earth."

Liu Chong: "I once hated it."

Yao Chong: "The ferry capsized and I cried my eyes out."

Yin Sizhen: "The grass and trees are green again this spring."

Lu Huaishen: "You should remember it."

Zhang Shuo: "The yellow wheat and rice are full of golden autumn."

Everyone wrote a Ding Fengbo, one sentence each: Break willows into flutes and the leaves are long, and I will farewell and stay as I please. In the afternoon, the road to the east is flat, why, the two sides of the Yellow River face each other. There is no one who can speak of the stone and earth. I once hated it, the ferry capsized and I cried my eyes out. The grass and trees are green again this spring, you should remember, the yellow wheat and rice are full of golden autumn.

The song just ended, and it didn't repeat for the third and fourth time.

Li Yi: "..."

He confirmed again the reason why Wang Wei, Meng Haoran, Li Bai, Du Fu and others were not valued.

He thought they were good at writing poems. In fact, many of Li Bai's poems were very unrestrained, and they didn't follow the rules at all, and there was no problem with the lyrics.

Even so, the civil servants in the court looked at it that way.