The village chief was surrounded by people and was in a dilemma. He couldn't show off his usual airs and could only explain with sweating profusely, "What's the use of crying with me?"

"Besides, the tax order hasn't come down yet." The villagers asked in confusion. The village chief felt that his head was getting bigger. He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "Don't be stuck here.

Tax laws are issued from above, and we ordinary people can only listen to them, otherwise what else can you do?"

The sky is high and the emperor is far away, so what can you do if you have an opinion?

The villagers were obviously dissatisfied with the village chief's excuses, and they became even more agitated, "You, the village chief of Dongliu Village, don't just show your authority and don't do anything!"

"That's right, there is not enough food to eat in the first place. If the tax is increased, we will drink from the northwest wind!"

"If you are the village chief, you can ask the village chief. You can also go to the county seat."

The villagers began to give advice to the village chief. For most villagers, the village chief was already the biggest official they had ever seen. They could only place their hopes on the village chief, trying to get help from the village chief or the county magistrate through the village chief.

, even the emperor on the dragon throne understands their suffering.

Looking at the chaotic crowd, Feng Qing couldn't bear to look directly at it. Only then did she realize that this place was different from later generations after all.

She leaned closer to Fang Zheng and whispered: "Mr.

Patting her back comfortingly, Fang Zheng said into Feng Qing's ear, "These are probably hearsay. Even if they are true, they cannot be the emperor's orders. I'm afraid someone is disobeying them."

"My lord, you seem to have great confidence in the current emperor." Feng Qing had heard Fang Zheng praise the emperor more than once.

"Although the emperor cannot be said to be a famous emperor through the ages, he is also upright and upright." What Fang Zheng didn't say was that he had praised the emperor in public a few times in the past, which was partly to avoid being ignored. In his heart, even if the emperor did not have great talents and strategies,

, there is still some love and care for the common people.

There is currently no war at the border, and there are no other natural disasters except for the floods in the south. The emperor has not indulged in excesses. Even if the treasury is not full, it will not be empty. The emperor will not increase taxes unless it is absolutely necessary.

Feng Qing doesn't have much love, but she still hopes that the great cause will bring peace to the country and the people, so that her living environment can be better.

"Mom, my husband said that there might be something behind this matter, so we won't make a fuss." Seeing that Ms. Fang Jiang still looked worried, Feng Qing simply hugged Ms. Fang Jiang's arm and whispered, "We have no argument about this kind of thing.

It’s of no use, so you might as well wait.”

Even in the later generations where information is developed and the Internet is everywhere, if we encounter injustice, if we don’t have some means, it will quickly disappear in the Internet without making a splash.

Not to mention this kind of information-blocked ancient times, there were unjust, false and wrong cases everywhere.

Suppressing the anxiety in her heart, Mrs. Fang Jiang forced a smile, "Why are you back so early? Have you eaten? There is nothing done at home. Sanlang, are you hungry? Mom will go back and cook for you two."

It's okay to let Mr. Fang Jiang do something. Fang Zheng nodded, "My wife and I haven't eaten either. Mother, I want to drink the egg soup you made."

Fang Zheng had automatically ignored the two meat buns he had just eaten.

"Mom, I'll do it for you right now. Let's go home." Fang Jiang put aside her worries and called Fang Zheng and the others home.

Fang Zheng asked Feng Qing and Fang Jiang to go back first while he took the package from the ox cart.

"Why did you buy these again?" Fang Jiang complained as usual.

He complained with his mouth and carried most of the package with quick hands and feet, leaving only the small half for his son and daughter-in-law to carry.

In the past, if the Fang family went shopping in such large and small packages, the villagers would have gossiped, but today no one paid attention. Even though some people were watching, they were not in the mood to talk.

The Fang and Jiang family quickly returned home.

Zhou Xiaohua was looking at the door. She had also heard rumors in the village and wanted to go out to have a look. However, her two children were at home and she was worried, so she had to suppress the anxiety in her heart and wait for Mr. Fang Jiang to come back.

"Mother, Sanlang, and three younger brothers and sisters, you are finally back." Zhou Xiaohua came up to greet Fang Jiang and stretched out her hand, "Mother, let me carry it for you."

"No, we're all home." It's not worth changing hands again.

Zhou Xiaohua didn't force her, she followed Fang Jiang into the courtyard.

With the same thoughts as the villagers, Zhou Xiaohua looked at the things in the hands of the three people, and she was not as sour as before. She asked Fang Jiang directly, "Mom, is our village really going to increase its wealth?"

The Fang family has so many people and only a few acres of land. If taxes are raised, they will go hungry.

I'm afraid that the price of food and meat will also rise by then. What will they eat and drink?

What to do with her two poor children?

Zhou Xiaohua knew very well that even if taxes were increased, Sanlang and Erlang would be better off than them. Thinking about the difficult days in the future, Zhou Xiaohua's heart was beating like fifteen buckets.

"The village chief said that he hasn't received the tax order from the town yet." Fang Jiang was just an ordinary peasant woman and didn't understand the tax order. She sighed, "If we don't add it, what's the use of worrying?"

Even if the tax is really increased, what will happen if the people complain?

Don’t we still have to turn in the grain in the end?

It is said that the government forces the people to rebel. Unless it is a last resort, who is willing to risk their lives?

In most cases, people can tolerate it as long as they can.

After all, she had lived decades longer than her children. On the way back, Ms. Fang Jiang quickly thought about it. She looked at Zhou Xiaohua and said, "Whether we add him or not, our family's only hope is Sanlang. Wait."

If Sanlang passes the exam, our whole family won’t have to turn in food.”

Scholars who have great achievements and great reputations have preferential and exemption rules. They don't have to pay taxes and don't have to kneel before officials.

This was what Jiang heard from Fang Zheng many years ago, and he still remembers it until now.

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaohua's eyes lit up, yes, with Sanlang here, let alone their eight acres of land, even if it was eighteen or eighty acres, they wouldn't have to pay for food.

"Sanlang, um, study hard." Zhou Xiaohua rarely spoke directly to Fang Zheng. Now that the whole family was pointing at Fang Zheng, Zhou Xiaohua advised him dryly.

What was more important in her heart was the determination that she would definitely send Wen Hao to study in the future.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry."

Zhou Xiaohua felt relieved. She rushed forward and grabbed the cloth bag in Feng Qing's hand, "Third brother and sister, I'll get it."

"Sister-in-law, no need, it's not important." Feng Qing was a little uncomfortable with Zhou Xiaohua's sudden enthusiasm, but she also understood that people depended on the sky for their livelihood. Today is God, so why not the emperor above?

Now that there is a chance to live a better life, who wouldn't be happy?

"What are you talking about?" Qin Shufen appeared at the door of her house, rubbing her eyes.

Qin Shufen was too arrogant, and even if she knew about the taxation, she wouldn't worry about it. Zhou Xiaohua didn't bother to explain, "It's okay, it's just that the third younger brother and sister just came back."

"Third brother and sister, what delicious food did you buy again?" As she spoke, Qin Shufen had already taken a sip of saliva and rushed over. She wants to chat with more like-minded people about "Rebirth and Marrying the Little Empress", follow "Hot" on WeChat

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