Chapter 73 There Are Three Major Autumn Taxes

"I don't even know that the Baidu Yin peach has been picked, so what's the point of keeping you?!" The beautiful middle-aged woman scolded sternly.

At this time, the girl on the side gently raised her hand.

"Wow!"

The small cyan cauldron in the palm of the middle-aged beautiful woman shook, and there was a tinkling sound. The densely packed corpse insects stopped at the feet of the black-robed man, motionless.

"Maybe it's because a capable person came from above, so I can't blame him." The girl wore a tulle on her face, her voice was ethereal, her eyebrows were covered with plum blossoms, and her eyes were cut with autumn water.

"Thank you to the saint for not killing! Thank you to the saint for not killing!" The man in black robe kowtowed repeatedly.

"Go away!" The beautiful middle-aged woman shouted harshly, and the corpse insect made way from behind.

"Thank you, Protector Li! Thank you, Holy Maiden! I resign!" The man in black robe rolled away and crawled away.

"Holy girl, is it really true that someone from the Demon Suppression Department is here? Is there any news from the leader?" the beautiful middle-aged woman asked in a low voice.

"I'm just looking for a reason to forgive the patrolling envoy." The girl shook her head.

"These great martial arts masters are restricted by the agreement and do not dare to enter the mountain easily, and ordinary martial arts masters cannot get close to this place.

If you want to pick the Poison Peach without anyone noticing, you have to be a general in the Demon Suppression Department who has mastered the magic or magical weapons.

The defense here in Heifeng Mountain is weak. Do we need to send more people here? "The middle-aged beautiful woman pondered.

"After Protector Shen's group rebelled, we no longer have enough manpower. Let's wait until the leader comes out of seclusion before deciding." The girl said calmly, her calm eyes not wavering at all.

"What if Zhi Mu Sha's corpse is discovered before it matures? It would be a big deal." The beautiful middle-aged woman was surprised.

When the girl heard this, she didn't say anything, glanced at her, and then turned and left.

At the southern entrance of Heishan Town, several wooden tables were temporarily placed under an old locust tree.

The master from the county government was sitting behind a wooden desk drinking tea. A wooden dendrobium tree half a man's height was placed on the uneven gravel road.

A clerk was holding a roster and was calling names one by one.

"Liang Ah Si, fisherman."

Uncle Liang walked from the back of the crowd to the wooden case. Following him was Liang Chao, who was carrying two large bags of rice.

After Liang Chao broke through to the Skin Refining Realm, his cultivation stagnated and he chose to stay at the Zhui Feng Martial Arts Hall to work as an odd job, fishing with his father Liang Asi while continuing to save money to practice martial arts.

Liang Chao placed the two bags of rice firmly on the ground, and two officers came over carrying the official scales, preparing to weigh them.

"Heishan Town Liang Asi paid two hundred catties of grain, and actually paid one."

The clerk in charge of recording glanced at the scale on the official scale, then glanced at the word '李' on Liang Chao's green training uniform, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Could this little brother be from the Zhui Feng Martial Arts School in town? Have you ever passed the test?"

The two weighing officers heard this and put their hands on the scale.

"It's just a skin barrier." Liang Chao smiled.

"Disrespect, disrespect." The clerk bowed his hands in greeting.

The two officers fiddled with the weight, and the clerk glanced at it and said loudly: "Liang Ahsi, pay two hundred catties of grain. Five cents of the fish tax will be paid!"

Liang Ahsi on the side heard this and took out some more broken silver from his arms to make up for it.

There is a temporary notice for this year's autumn tax. Each household must hand over at least 100 kilograms of grain according to the number of people paying the tax. They cannot just pay cash.

The clerk took the silver, weighed it, weighed it, and recorded it in a book.

After paying the tax, Liang Chao did not leave. Instead, he ran to the back of the crowd and helped his grandmother push the cart.

"Feng Jinshui, a farmer in Shiban Village." The clerk continued to roll the name.

A middle-aged man in coarse linen clothes walked out of the crowd, followed by a thin boy who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old.

Feng Jinshui came to the wooden table carrying a bag of rice that he had collected after emptying the rice vat at home.

Then, he asked his son Feng Goudan to take out a linen bag with broken silver in it.

Two officers lifted the rice bag and weighed it. The clerk looked at the scale on it and registered it while weighing it.

"Feng Jinshui, I paid one hundred catties of grain, but the actual payment was eighty catties."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jinshui looked flustered and said quickly: "Master, that's not right! This big bag of rice is exactly ten buckets, a full hundred kilograms!"

"Huh?!" Seeing that he dared to retort, the young official's face suddenly darkened, "Don't you recognize the word 'official' on this scale?"

After saying that, he waved his hand and motioned for the two officers to cross.

The officer opened the rice bag and poured the rice into the dendrobium.

This wooden dendrobium is in the shape of a four-sided pyramid with a small mouth and a large bottom.

When the officer was pouring rice into Hukou, a lot of rice leaked out from the edge of Hukou and fell to the ground.

Feng Jinshui's son bent down to pick it up, but was kicked down by the guard.

"Stop! These are all losses! Who asked you to pick them up!"

After the rice bag was emptied, the officer took out a wooden board, repeatedly compacted and flattened the piled rice, and then kicked the rice with several big feet.

The rice inside dropped another level, and it was far away from the standard white line of 100 kilograms.

"Feng Jinshui, there are seventy kilograms of rice. Remember!" After the officer finished kicking the official dendrobium, he took another look at the white line inside.

When Feng Jinshui heard this, his eyes turned red with anxiety and he fell to his knees with a plop. "Master! This is thirty pounds less!"

The honest man was bullied to the point of crying, and the people waiting to pay taxes were also filled with indignation.

"This scale is an official scale, and this dendrobium is an official dendrobium. The official character is as big as the sky! If anyone doesn't know the official character, don't blame the official character for not recognizing 伱!"

Seeing everyone talking about it, the clerk immediately scolded him.

"Master! We really don't have any food left at home!" Feng Jinshui saw the clerk acting like this and begged the master who was sitting behind the wooden desk drinking tea.

"Come here! Hang these two troublemakers on a tree for public display."

The master put down the tea cup and said calmly.

"yes!"

Several officials nearby swarmed up, pushed Feng Jinshui and his son to the ground, tied them up, and hung them from an old locust tree nearby.

"There is really no way for people to survive!"

"More evil-minded than Zhao Papi in this town!"

Facing the angry people, the officers held their sabers in their hands.

Seeing this situation, everyone's voices quickly became quieter.

Liang Chao was about to step forward to comment, but his father Liang LaoShi held him back.

The subsequent tax payment process was much smoother.

Faced with the situation of being "short of a pound or a pound of gold", ordinary people must either go home to carry rice, or they can only make up more money. In the coming days, they will tighten their belts.

"The Yin family in the mulberry picking village, Zhihu."

As the clerk read the name, Grandma pushed the trolley through the crowd.

"I met the master. The old woman has now moved to the town, changed her account, and raised silkworms with Ah Qing, the cocoon farmer." Grandma stopped the cart and explained.

Weaver households pay more taxes than cocoon households, and they also have to buy interwoven cloth.

"Bold! Will the roster be false? Even if you change your account, you will have to pay the cocoon tax next year. The old gangster still wants to cheat!" The clerk yelled loudly, instructing two servants to carry rice and weigh it.

Seeing this, grandma touched the money she had in her arms and didn't dare to argue any further.

The clerk looked at the scale on the scale and said loudly: "Mr. Yin, I paid two hundred catties of grain, and the actual payment was one hundred and sixty catties!"

"It's really too much!"

"These officials are in trouble! Ah Qing is a warrior who has passed the test!"

"They dare to embarrass grandma! They just can't get along with Ah Qing!"

Among the people watching, some were gloating about the misfortune and their faces were full of joy.

They also saw that the officials from these counties were more capable of ripping off skins and bones than in previous years, but they would not embarrass the warriors who had broken through the barriers.

Grandma alone can naturally only let these officials bully her, but Ah Qing is not someone to be trifled with.

"Master, one hundred kilograms of rice here is for Ah Qing."

Grandma was not stupid and couldn't bear such a big loss in vain, so she stepped forward and explained the situation in a low voice.

After hearing everyone's discussion and grandma's explanation, the clerk's expression changed slightly and he reacted.

This old gangster changed his account and followed an unscrupulous warrior, so he had to give him some face.

It's just that the rice has just been weighed, so you can't change your mind immediately, otherwise there will definitely be trouble in collecting taxes.

The clerk came to the master's side and chatted for a few words. Then he returned to the field and said loudly: "Pass the Dendrobium!"

The officer who received the order had no scruples and followed the previous procedures.

"Yin family has seventy catties of rice. Zhou Qing, a cocoon household, has one hundred catties of rice. Remember!"

The guard loudly reported the number.

"Master, can you use silver to make up for the missing rice?" Grandma took out the broken silver from her arms.