The young man struggled in the field and was covered in mud, but his strength was not as strong as that of the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

The girl on the side was also pitifully thin. She rushed to help her brother, but was kicked away by the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

"How dare you run away when Mr. Wang is here! Aren't you afraid of selling your sister to a brothel in the county?"

"Chun San, I won't run, I won't run."

The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks let go, but to prevent the young man from running away, he grabbed the girl on the side and said with a cold face: "Let's go back to the village!"

The young man got up, honestly picked up the scattered wheat, put it in his backpack, and followed Liu Chunsan towards the roadside.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ning asked: "Why did you beat him?"

Liu Chunsan glanced at Zhao Ning and saw that Zhao Ning had brought many people with him. He did not dare to offend him casually and just said: "This is a business matter. This official should not meddle in other people's business."

"What kind of official business requires beating someone?"

"Is the official from out of town?"

"I'm from out of town, so why should I embarrass this little brother?"

"Pay your taxes! Now is the time to pay your summer taxes. To run away is to resist the taxes! This is to fight against the imperial court!"

Liu Chunsan's tone suddenly became tougher, as if with the support of the imperial court, he had nothing to fear.

As soon as he said this, Zhao Ning frowned and continued to ask: "Pay taxes?"

"Yes! Pay taxes! Officials, this is a government matter!" Liu Chunsan emphasized again.

Zhao Ning said: "What tax should I pay?"

"Summer tax! Grain tax! Head tax! This is a government matter. Does this official have any opinions?"

"Didn't you say you don't have to pay it?"

"Who said you don't have to pay?"

“Didn’t the imperial court promulgate a ten-year tax exemption policy for Hebei?”

Liu Chunsan burst out laughing: "Officials are really good at joking. Ask Zheng Xi if this has happened?"

The young man also looked at Zhao Ning in shock, as if it was the first time he heard about this.

Liu Chunsan brought the Zheng brothers and sisters to the village, and shouted to other people in the field along the way: "The official Wang is here, pack up the wheat and bring it back to the village!"

As if they had heard the order, the farmers immediately put down the sickles in their hands, loaded up the threshed wheat on the other side, put it on their backs, and then walked towards the village numbly.

All of them were sallow and thin, their bodies were like rotten wood, and their expressions were slumped.

There are also people holding children, and the children cry: "Hungry..."

I could only say softly: "Don't cry, don't cry, there will be food when you go home."

Liu Chunsan continued to speak loudly in a rough voice: "Folks, cheer up, Mr. Wang Daguan has good news for you!"

Zhao Ning stood there, looking at the people walking numbly towards the village. Whether it was an illusion, he felt that those walking were not living people, but corpses.

It's just that it wasn't buried.

Jing Chao said: "Officer, do you want to take that man down and ask him clearly?"

"Let's go directly to the village and have a look."

By this time, people had returned to the village one after another.

Many people gathered in the village.

Under a big tree, there was a table with wine, meat, and watermelon on it.

Such a scene is incompatible with the simple village.

There was a fat man sitting in front of the table. The fat man had a pockmarked face and was eating watermelon.

After eating the watermelon, I threw the watermelon rind aside. Several skinny children quickly ran over, picked up the watermelon rind and started to chew on it.

Then, the fat man started eating meat, which was pork. It looked like fresh pork that had just been killed. It was cooked by a special person. There were condiments on the table, and some of the meat was roasted.

Standing on one side was a middle-aged man who was dressed neater and cleaner than the people around him.

The fat man wiped the oil from his mouth and said, "Li Baozheng."

The middle-aged man nodded quickly and said, "Master Wang, what are your orders?"

"Is everyone here?"

"Soon, soon."

"This time, the magistrate is speaking. It's not as simple as I, Wang, say. Take it to your heart, keep it in your heart, keep it in your heart, and don't anger the magistrate, otherwise no one will get any good results. Do you understand?"

"I understand! I understand!"

On one side, some people were carrying packed things. Each package was bulging and then placed on the cart.

Liu Chunsan came back with his people, walked to the big tree, smiled like a dog that had just gnawed a bone, and said: "Master Wang, everyone in the fields in the south has called back."

Wang Song said: "Hurry up and ask them to hand over the food. What are you doing in a daze?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Liu Chunsan turned around and yelled at those people, "Go back and take out the food, one hundred catties each!"

As soon as he said this, the people around him went crazy.

Zheng Xi couldn't help shouting: "Didn't we promise fifty kilograms? Why is it now a hundred kilograms!"

Liu Chunsan slapped him on the head and said unceremoniously: "This is an order from above! It's an order from the government! It's an order from the imperial court! It's an order from today's emperor!"

Wang Song immediately said: "Liu Chunsan, how can you be so rude to others!"

"Yes, yes, Wang Guanren, you are a villain and reckless, you are a villain and reckless!"

Wang Mazi wiped the oil from his mouth, with a kind smile on his face: "We are going to fight now, you all know it. There is a war on the northern front, and of course you need food to fight. If you don't have enough food, you won't have the strength to fight the Jinren. .”

"The soldiers on the northern front are also here to protect our homeland."

"Nowadays, Zhao Guan's family also talks about uniting all those who are united. Think about it, if the gold thief comes, can we still farm here?"

"Think about last year, think about the year before last. The gold thieves came and took away all your food, and even took away your female relatives."

Wang Mazi looked kind and spoke quite emotionally.

"Now that you have fields, you must be grateful! If there was no court and no government, would you still be able to farm here? You have become the souls of the golden thieves!"

The people around him listened numbly to Wang Mazi's words.

Li Baozheng on the other side had a smile on his face and echoed: "The official Wang is right! If there were no government and no magistrate, we would have become the dead souls of the gold thief!"

"Everyone should remember to be grateful!"

"But we don't have a hundred kilograms of food left!" Zheng Xi said again.

Wang Mazi was not angry either. He came over and looked at Zheng Xi with a smile on his face. Then he looked at his sister and touched Zheng Xi's sister's face with his hand: "How old is she?"

Zheng Ling shrank her head, timidly hid behind her brother, and whispered: "Thirteen years old."

"Oh, Cardamom Years, good! Good!"

Wang Mazi then said to Zheng Xi: "You can think of a way. One hundred pounds is not much. Think of a way. When the court drives away the gold thieves, everyone won't have to pay so much tax."

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to Zheng Xi.

Liu Chunsan said in Zheng Xi's ear: "If you don't pay, your sister will be sold to a brothel in the county. It's up to you!"

"Everyone, hurry up and start handing over rations. The soldiers on the northern front are all waiting!"
Chapter completed!