Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

The Ministry of Revenue's Office was a specialized department under the Ministry of Revenue, whose main responsibility was to handle the transfer procedures for house deeds and land deeds, which was equivalent to a real estate transaction center in later times.

The entire household is divided into four departments.

These departments were in charge of finance and taxation, land and property, housing sales, population and marriage, and other related matters. It can be said that the livelihood and economy of the Great Wei Dynasty could not be separated from these departments.

When the two carriages arrived at the entrance of the Ministry of Revenue, one after the other, a large group of officials in their robes were already standing there.

The leader was Liu Yinglong, an assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue. Although the fifth-rank official position was not very high in the capital, it was still a lucrative post with real power.

When Liu Yinglong learned that Wei Zhaoan was coming to transfer ownership of the house, he waited for him early in the morning.

He dared not be negligent, for fear that something might go wrong.

Upon seeing Wei Zhaoan's carriage stop, he immediately put on a smile and quickly went to greet him.

"This humble official, Liu Yinglong, greets Your Highness!"

Liu Yinglong bowed respectfully.

Wei Zhaoan didn't even glance at him. He got off the carriage and walked quickly to the carriage behind him, where he personally lifted the curtain.

This scene shocked Liu Yinglong.

His heart started racing, and his mind raced with all sorts of thoughts.

Who is this person who can make Crown Prince Zhao'an personally lift the carriage curtain?

Could it be that the Second Prince Wei Yang has come in person?

Otherwise, why would a prince condescend to do such a servant's thing?

The officials behind him also gasped, their eyes all turning to the carriage, wondering who the newcomer was.

Lin Feng leaned out of the carriage, glanced at the obsequious Wei Zhao'an, and nodded slightly: "Thank you, Prince Wei."

Wei Zhaoan smiled warmly: "Young Master Lin, you're too kind. It was nothing at all."

This scene left Liu Yinglong and a group of officials, who were not far away, speechless with shock.

They simply couldn't figure out who this short-haired young man was.

How could the dignified Crown Prince condescend to personally lift the carriage curtain and smile apologetically?

Then, two more women got off the carriage.

The first woman had fair skin and exquisite features, like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

His face was pale and lacked color, as if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time.

Judging by her age, she's only in her early teens, around fifteen or sixteen.

The second woman was wearing a white dress and a white conical hat, so her face was not visible.

But her graceful figure was barely concealed through the thin dress.

Just from her overall demeanor, you could tell she was no ordinary woman.

The officials dared not look any longer, secretly speculating in their hearts:

These two beauties must be the confidantes of that young master Lin.

Wei Zhaoan lowered the carriage curtain, secretly relieved, and turned to look at Liu Yinglong.

He said calmly, "Lord Liu."

Liu Yinglong hurriedly bowed and said, "Your Highness, everything is ready. We just need you two to sign."

Wei Zhaoan nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "Very good."

After saying that, he turned around, a smile returning to his face, and said to Lin Feng:

"Young Master Lin, please take out the land deed and hand it to Liu Yinglong."

Let him draft a new transfer document; you and I just need to sign and put our fingerprints on it.

Lin Feng nodded, took out an exquisite wooden box from his pocket, and handed it to Liu Yinglong.

The official standing nearby immediately stepped forward, respectfully took the wooden box with both hands, and presented it to Liu Yinglong.

Liu Yinglong dared not delay, took it with both hands, opened the wooden box, and carefully examined the land deed inside.

After confirming that everything was correct, he instructed his subordinates to begin drafting the transfer documents.

In a short while, four contracts were prepared.

Liu Yinglong personally affixed the official seal of the Ministry of Revenue, and then brought out the large seal of the Ministry of Revenue to affix it as well, before neatly placing the four contracts on the table.

"Your Highness, Young Master Lin, please sign and affix your fingerprints here."

Liu Yinglong said respectfully.

Wei Zhaoan stepped forward, picked up a brush, and wrote his name in a flowing, elegant style, then pressed his fingerprint on it.

The movements were clean, crisp, and executed in one smooth motion.

Lin Feng also stepped forward, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote his name on the contract.

The moment the pen touched the paper, Liu Yinglong's eyes lit up.

"What brilliant calligraphy!" he couldn't help but exclaim.

"These characters are vigorous and powerful, with strokes as thin as a knife's edge, yet controlled with perfect ease; definitely the work of a master!"

This wasn't flattery, but a heartfelt exclamation.

He worked in the Ministry of Revenue for twenty years and had seen countless contracts and documents, as well as many powerful figures who had signed them, but there were very few who could write such beautiful characters.

Most of those scions of noble families practiced martial arts from a young age, and it was already quite an achievement if they could write neat characters. It was truly rare to find someone like Lin Feng, whose calligraphy was powerful and unique.

Yu Lan also leaned over for a look, nodded slightly, and a hint of admiration flashed in her eyes:

"This handwriting is really good."

Lin Feng, could you write me a calligraphy piece sometime?

Lin Feng smiled and casually said:

"No problem. Since we're friends, it's only right to give a calligraphy piece as a gift."

Wei Zhaoan also glanced at Lin Feng's handwriting, nodded slightly, but his brows furrowed slightly.

He felt there was something familiar about the font.

Although Lin Feng's calligraphy was sharp and distinctive, the strokes, layout, and writing habits subtly revealed a familiar flavor to him—the flavor of Zhang Chengwen.

He had been taught by Zhang Chengwen for several years when he was a child, so he was very familiar with the old man's handwriting.

Seeing Lin Feng's calligraphy now, although the styles are different, the underlying spirit is somewhat similar.

However, he didn't think much of it.

Zhang Chengwen was renowned for both his calligraphy and painting, and many people imitated him.

Lin Feng's ability to develop his own style is already a testament to his exceptional talent, and he could be considered a grandmaster.

After completing the formalities, Liu Yinglong divided the four contracts and handed one copy to Lin Feng and one to Wei Zhaoan, respectfully saying:

"Your Highness, Young Master Lin, there are four contracts in total."

One copy is kept in the Ministry of Revenue's archives, and another copy is kept in the Ministry of Revenue's office's archives; each of the two keeps one copy.

The paperwork is complete.

According to the rules of the Great Wei Dynasty, a tax of two percent is levied on the transfer of property deeds. This manor is worth six thousand taels of gold, equivalent to sixty thousand taels of silver, so the tax would be one thousand two hundred taels.

Liu Yinglong was very conflicted.

According to the rules, he should accept the money, but the other party is His Highness the Crown Prince. How could he, a mere official, dare to ask for it?

Lin Feng smiled, took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, counted out 1,200 taels, and handed them to Liu Yinglong:

"This is the property deed tax; I know the rules."

Liu Yinglong was taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief, quickly accepted the gift with both hands, and thanked him repeatedly.

"Thank you for your understanding, Young Master Lin! Thank you, Young Master Lin!"

Wei Zhaoan frowned and said unhappily, "Young Master Lin, why give him money?"

This manor was originally a royal garden, a gift from my grandfather. Royal property is exempt from taxes.

Liu Yinglong opened his mouth, wanting to explain that "Lin Feng is not a member of the royal family and does not enjoy tax-free treatment," but he swallowed the words back.