After being exiled, the lucky cub who was dropped from the bag came back

Chapter 188 Your fate is too good!
Then there is the show.

The so-called Yangchang means that after crushing the wheat with a stone roller, the straw is picked up with a wooden fork, filled with a wooden shovel, and raised into the sky.

The passing wind will blow the useless wheat crumbs aside, but the full grains will fall straight down.

Fortunately this year, the wind has been blowing every day for the past few days, so that the speed is much faster.

Looking at the stack of wheat hay, Lingbao thought of the book saying that wheat straw can also be used as fertilizer.

All the wheat was bagged, weighed one by one, and waited to pay the tax. After the tax was paid, the grain belonged entirely to them.

The village head guessed right.

Because of last year's floods, this year's harvest is not very good, even less than in previous years, so we have to save some food and drink.

The villagers were also a little unhappy. What they were most afraid of was that it would not be as good as the next year. After all, the soil fertility is the most difficult to recover.

The village head wrote down the weight of each household and reported it when the tax official came. He was illiterate and could not read or count.

I heard that there is a scholar in Beihe Village. When the tax official came, he asked, "Which one is Cheng Xiucai?"

Scholars are exempt from military service and hard labor, and they don’t have to pay taxes. Cheng Zhongqian came here purely out of curiosity.

Cheng Zhongqian responded: "I'm here, what's the matter with the tax officer?"

The tax officer waved his hand with a smile and said it was all right.

Although this tax official has no rank, since he works for the official family, he feels that he is superior to others.

But he can't compare to Cheng Zhongqian who has fame and fame. For example, he also has to pay taxes.

Seeing Cheng Zhongqian's familiarity with the villagers of Beihe Village, the tax official felt hesitant. Not only was he amiable, but he didn't take advantage of the opportunity.

"That's right, there's no shortage, and we haven't used old and moldy grains as good ones." The tax official said, "Okay, you can go to the county to pay taxes."

The villagers felt unreal because Cheng Zhongqian and the tax official who were all kind to them looked at it.

My goodness, is this still the tax collector with eyes above his head?

"Cheng Xiucai, then I'm leaving, and I'm rushing to the next village."

The tax official said hello and left.

Who can't see this, the tax officer is looking at Cheng Xiucai's face!

"Ancestors appear, ancestors appear!"

This made Cheng Zhongqian come to their village.

After the tax officer has registered, he can take the wheat to the county seat to pay taxes. Usually, several villages under the jurisdiction of the village chief go together, so that there is a support.

The people in the village are not far away, so naturally they all know each other more or less.

Complaints are unavoidable at this time of year.

"I don't know if I called my daughter-in-law to scold me, that embarrassing old man!"

"No, ouch, it's terrible, my little granddaughter was scared to cry by his loud voice."

A young man next to him heard it, and couldn't help but said, "I just sneezed, and he scolded me too."

Everyone looked at each other and sighed.

"Just scold, we are not that thin-skinned person, but why does he take away a bag every year!"

How many steamed buns can be made with that bag of noodles!
They have been busy for a year, just for a few steamed buns, is it easy for them?As a result, these officials are so shameless!

After all, what can they do?

They can't really make a fuss over that bag of wheat, they are afraid of being put on little shoes!

The people in Beihe Village kept silent, you look at me, I look at you.

Others noticed this and asked, "Hey, how is your Beihe Village? Have you been deducted by the tax officials?"

The village chief cleared his throat, pressed the corners of his mouth, and tried not to look too complacent: "That's not true."

"I knew it. Wait, what did you say? No?!" The man's voice attracted everyone's attention.

"Old man Han, did you say something wrong? Did you say one more word?"

The village head waved his hand, pretending to be annoyed: "I'm not so confused yet, if I say no, it means no!"

"No, why? What's going on?"

"Old man Han, don't be a fool, just tell me quickly!"

Seeing that if he didn't talk about it, he was going to attack in groups, the village head cleared his throat, and said with a smile: "Everyone knows that our village has a scholar."

Old man Han is shameless!
Is it born and raised in your village?Don't think they don't know, that scholar's surname is Cheng!
"Cheng Xiucai has a good reputation, and the tax officer treats us very kindly because of his face, and he didn't withhold food."

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There was a moment of silence, and everyone looked at the village head with envy or jealousy.

"Old man Han, your fate is too good!"

There is a scholar in the village, it is not only as simple as getting a good face from the tax official, but also has many benefits!

In the future, it will be easier for the boys and girls in Beihe Village than in other villages!
Faced with everyone's hot eyes, the villagers of Beihe Village straightened their backs, not to mention how proud they were.

After the tax is paid, the wheat is dried.

Those who have a yard will do it in the yard, and those who don’t have a yard will do it on the road in front of the door. Anyway, they don’t pay that much attention.

Lingbao and Cheng Jin took brooms and swept from both sides to the middle to clean up the dust.

Cheng Zhongqian and the others moved out the wheat and spread it evenly on the ground.

The sun hung high in the sky, and in just such a short time, people's faces turned red from the sun.

Lingbao ran to wash her face, the water in the basin was warmed by the sun, and she smiled when she saw Cheng Jin coming over.

When Cheng Jin walked in front of her, she stretched out her hand with a "crash", and the water droplets on her fingers bounced onto Cheng Jin's face.

Little girl, you're so weak!
Cheng Jin was stunned, and belatedly said "Oops", and slowly dodged away.

"Hahaha, third brother, is it fun?"

Cheng Jin glanced at her, moved to the water basin without a trace, and also hooked a water droplet from his palm to bounce her.

Ling Bao closed his eyes as if he was facing a big enemy, he didn't even hide.

Cheng Yun warned: "If you dare to get on the wheat, see how I deal with you."

Lingbao said: "No way, I have a sense of proportion."

This is not very measured.

After playing enough, each holds a book and reads in the shade without interfering with each other.

"Chirp—"

It's the cry of a sparrow!
Like a vigilant puppy, Ling Bao suddenly raised his head and saw several plump sparrows falling in the yard, pecking at the wheat!
Sun Mai must guard against this kind of little sparrow that steals food most!
She was so fascinated by the book that she almost forgot about it.

Lingbao stood up and was about to drive away the little sparrows when he suddenly heard the sound of "sucking" saliva.

A white shadow rushed out with a "swoosh".

The little sparrow, who didn't know that the danger had come, was pecking at it. Suddenly, a black shadow fell from the sky, and its huge claws grabbed its fate's throat.

The little sparrow raised its head in a daze, and the king swallowed the sparrow with a gulp.

Lingbao: "."

Lingbao: "!!!"

The king spat out a few bird feathers in a "pee pee pee" voice, they were too small to fit between his teeth!

(End of this chapter)