Several refugees who were about to starve to death ran to the front door of Xu Mansion, but were driven away by servants with sticks.

Not only that, they also hired police to drive them out of Jiangzhen.

"This is?"

Zhao Sheng frowned.

"Hey, a few days ago, officers and soldiers came to Jiang Town to pay taxes. Whose land is in Jiang Town? It all belongs to the Xu family!

When the tax payment arrived at the Xu family, the city was immediately filled with uproar and it seemed like the sky was about to fall.

Later, the officers and soldiers did not dare to do so and had no choice but to collect grain from poor people in other towns..."

Before he could finish speaking, the shopkeeper raised his ear.

"You have no mouth to talk about, what are you talking about? You can talk about the Xu family's affairs?"

The shopkeeper was fierce, turned around and said to Zhao Sheng with a smile: "The people in the store are not sensible, they just say whatever they want, please don't blame me."

Is that really nonsense?

Zhao Sheng doesn’t think so.

In today's imperial court, officials are not paid for their salary, so the officials' families are often big landowners.

The imperial court demands money for wars, and if it comes to aristocratic families, it will naturally lead to "popular resentment."

But when the imperial court extended its hand to other people, no one spoke for them.

Hey, what a world!

The adults of the Zhao family and the Wen family have all seen suffering, and they didn't realize it was strange, so they started to eat it themselves.

Only Wen Lan was depressed and Zhao Ling clenched her fists in anger.
Chapter completed!