Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 103

After the autumn harvest.

The tax officials will bring their servants to the village to collect tax and grain, and today they will arrive at Dashi Village.

"Zhuzi, hurry up and call someone, and inform the villagers who have land to prepare the tax and rations, and pick them up at the entrance of the village..."

After explaining to the two people who measured the homestead, Sun Li hurried away.

Seeing the hurried back, Fat Miao'er turned around and reminded: "Brother, our family has to pay taxes and food this year."

According to the rules of the Great Qi Dynasty, whoever owns the land will pay taxes and grains.

This year, the four acres of old Zheng's family's land has been returned to Fat Miao'er, and she should pay taxes and food.

"Come on, let's go home."

Li Xiaodao took Fat Miao'er's hand and walked back quickly.

When I got home, I weighed out [-] catties of unground corn and put them in four bags.

Putting on a donkey cart, several people carried the grain onto the cart, and Li Xiaodao, Wei Shu, and Fat Miao'er drove to the entrance of the village with the taxed grain.

When they arrived, many villagers had already rushed over after receiving the letter.

"Line up and come one by one!"

Two guards with knives on their waists and whips in their hands stood on both sides to maintain order.

The tax official sat in the middle, holding the household registration book in his hand, and while reading his name, he ordered his subordinates to weigh it.

"Luo Tian, ​​five acres of land."

The tax officer reported his name, and after getting confirmation, he sent him to one side to pay the grain.

"Next, Wang Shishi..."

The rough voice continued.

Fat Miao'er poked her head out, looked curiously with her big black eyes, and whispered, "Big Brother, Second Brother, what are they using?"

Fat Miaoer saw that what they were holding in their hands was not the scale they usually use when weighing things, so they asked this question.

"Hush!" Li Xiaodao raised his index finger and lowered his voice to his ear: "That's also a measuring device. When the tax officer collects grain, he measures it by bucket."

"Oh!" Fat Miao'er nodded half understanding.

Waited for a while, and finally waited for them.

The tax collector sat on the chair that Sun Lizheng brought, raised his eyelids and said casually, "Zheng Chengyi, last year there were five acres of land, but today there are only four acres left?"

The tax official looked at the field information on the household registration and asked.

"Yes, our family only has four acres of land left."

Li Xiaodao nodded, bent down.

The tax official glanced at it, and said casually: "What about the adults in the family, why are the three children here to pay taxes?"

"grown ups!"

Standing aside, Sun Lizheng cupped his hands and explained, "Their adult has passed away, and these children are the only ones left in the family."

"Oh!" The tax official nodded and continued, "What are you planting this year?"

"corn!"

Li Xiaodao licked his lips, he understood that the amount of food paid was different for different types of food.

"The ration of corn this year is [-] catties per mu, go to the side and pay the grain!" The tax official waved his hand.

Forty catties!
Fat Miao’er’s heart was moved. It is said that last year it was [-] catties, but it did not expect to lose [-] catties this year. From this, it can be inferred that the grain harvest of Daqi State this year is not good.

Fat Miao'er looked away, and helped Li Xiaodao and Wei Shu carry the packed food over.

"One fight, two fights, three fights..."

After more than a dozen buckets, the tax official drew a circle on Zheng Chengyi's name, and the payment for Fat Miao'er's family was completed.

"Why is there so little corn?"

Fat Miao'er picked up the leftover food and muttered to himself.

Ordinarily, they had prepared 160 catties of taxable grain, but in the end they only needed [-] catties, and there was still [-] catties left, but the grain bag in her hand was only [-] catties even if it was full.

"Humph!"

Fat Miao'er's voice fell into the ears of the tax officer, and he snorted coldly.

The sharp eyes shot over like ice skates.

Fat Miao'er was taken aback by the look, her big watery eyes were full of bewilderment.

"Freeze said."

Li Xiaodao quickly stretched out his hand to cover Fat Miao'er's mouth, and dragged her aside.

Sun Lizheng also begged from the side: "A child is not sensible, please don't argue with her."

Hearing this, the tax official gave Sun Lizheng a meaningful look.

"Misfortune comes out of your mouth. From now on, take care of the adults and children in the village."

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Sun Lizheng nodded and bowed, echoed again and again, and said a lot of good things, and the tax official finally calmed down.

Picking up the household registration booklet and continuing to read: "The next one, Li Jinbao..."

Back home, Fat Miao'er pursed her lips, shrank herself on the chair angrily, and said aggrievedly: "Brother, I'm not lying, our family's corn is indeed running low, I don't believe you measure it!"

"Oh!" Li Xiaodao sighed.

Walking over, stretched out his hand and gently stroked Fat Miao'er's little head.

"Brother knows that you are not lying, and everything you say is correct."

The corn is so much less, anyone with a discerning eye can see it, let alone Li Xiaodao.

"Then..." Fat Miao'er paused, rolled his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Has the food been enriched by the tax officials?"

"Almost!" Wei Shu nodded.

"It's a customary rule. It happens every year. The common people turn a blind eye."

"Our Yulin County is pretty good. We only added one dark layer. If you meet that black-hearted official, add two dark layers to the bottom of the measuring device..."

Li Xiaodao got up and picked up the corn bag that Fat Miaoer had put on the table.

"I'm afraid there won't be any food left."

"Could it be that we have to thank him!"

Fat Miao'er snorted, she also understands such things as unspoken rules, no matter in modern or ancient times, it is unavoidable, but it just happened to her, after all, she is a little bit uneasy.

"Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer."

At this time, Fat Miao'er suddenly thought of this sentence, and there was a bit of coolness in her clear eyes that did not match her age.

"Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer..." Wei Shu lowered his eyes and repeated in a low voice.

He raised his head sharply and praised: "That's right, the Zhumen wine stinks, and the roads are frozen to death. As the saying goes, the people don't fight with the officials, and the people will always be at the bottom."

"Forever oppressed!"

Fat Miao'er pursed her lips and nodded in agreement, clenched her fleshy little hands, and waved them fiercely in the air.

With a determined face, he said: "So we have to take the imperial examination, to be an official, and to be a master!"

The crisp voice fell resonantly, Fat Miao'er had the desire for power for the first time.

Only by having power can we protect ourselves, only by having power can we get rid of injustice, and only by having power can we stand up and speak out for justice.

A raging flame ignited in Fat Miao'er's eyes, and his clear eyes gradually became deeper.

Glancing back and forth at Li Xiaodao and Wei Shu, he said firmly, "Next year! We must enter the school next year!"

Going to school next year?
Wei Shu clenched his lowered hand unconsciously, twisting his index finger and thumb back and forth.

In the past, his biggest wish was to go to school, take the imperial examination, enter the officialdom, and then...

After the marriage, he felt that such an ordinary life is also very good, at least he has his family by his side.

But he never thought that just when he was about to give up, Fat Miao'er would say these words.

"Okay, let's go to school, take the imperial examination, and become a high official!"

(End of this chapter)