A poor family counterattacks, she is beautiful and sassy on the way to the imperial examination

Chapter 137 Chapter 137

An Chuxia stood outside the yard, followed by Wang Zuo, Zixi took the horse that had run all the way, and let the horse graze for a while on the grass not far away.

The voices of the villagers in the yard were noisy, and angry voices came out one after another.

Villager A said angrily: "In recent years, the government has come to collect grain taxes, and every year it will bring a special bucket to measure the weight of grain."

The big buckets they bring will produce a lot more for each bucket, so that each tax collector will hand over a lot of food every year. "

Villager B said helplessly: "But the county magistrate who came a few years ago was either killed by bandits or scared away.

The reason is that we don't have a serious parent official in Wei County now, let Chen Qingshan, the extravagant and domineering county magistrate, lead a bunch of filthy officials to dominate the entire Wei County. "

Villager C gritted his teeth and said resentfully: "He also cleverly set up all kinds of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes to plunder the meager financial resources of the people's homes to fill his own pockets, completely disregarding the lives of us people."

An Chuxia listened to the villagers inside talking out of righteous indignation, but none of them came up with a solution to the dissatisfaction and anger in their hearts.

It's too late to shake his head. The ancient hierarchical suppression made people dare not sue officials easily, even if the person's official position is not high.

"Who are you? Why are you standing here?"

An Chuxia turned her head and saw a woman about 50 years old, looking at them warily.

The woman's sound also managed to make the people in the yard hear the movement, and then only a burst of chaotic voices were heard, and four No. 50 men came out of the yard.

A thin man with prominent cheekbones, only a pair of probing eyes looking at An Chuxia and left.

Seeing that An Chuxia was wearing blue silk and satin uniforms, and Zuo Wang was also wearing dark blue cloth clothes, the villagers saw that they were not ordinary people.

Everyone froze there for a moment, and no one dared to speak up.

At this time, an old man who was nearly sixty years old walked up to the two of them, with a face full of vicissitudes, and asked with a worried expression: "You two came to the village, what's the matter...or are you passing by?"

From the embarrassment of being caught eavesdropping at the beginning, An Chuxia looked calm now, and said to the old man with a smile: "Old man, I was outside just now... I heard you talking about this year's tax, can you tell me in detail? ?”

The old man who came up to talk to An Chuxia was Zhao Changzhu, the head of Yuande Village. When he heard An Chuxia said that he wanted to know about taxes, the old man's wrinkled eyes flashed brightly.

He carefully looked at An Chuxia and Zuo Wang again, and guessed that An Chuxia should be the person in charge, so he invited them into his home very politely.

Leave a few highly respected men in the village, and let the rest go back first, so as not to disturb the honored guests that the mature village head considers.

Everyone looked at An Chuxia and Zuo Wang strangely, and then left in groups discussing.

An Chuxia and the two were invited by the village head to sit in the hall of the thatched earthen house, and the remaining six people also found their own seats to sit down.

The village chief with gray hair and thin cheeks ordered the women in the family to boil water. As for the tea, there was no tea. At most, a little sugar was put in the tea cup. This is the treatment only for distinguished guests in the village.

After everything was settled, the old village head Zhao said: "I don't know who the woman is, why do you ask the old man about taxes?"

An Chuxia didn't want to reveal her identity at this time, but if she didn't say who she was, it seemed that the question she asked was very strange.

She and Zuo Wang looked at each other, and then said frankly: "As for who I am, it's not convenient to say yet.

As for whether they want to tell how it is here, the collection of grain taxes and other miscellaneous taxes, the old man can decide for himself whether to say or not.

If you don't want to say it, just treat us as a passer-by, ask your house for a bowl of water and leave. "

Village Chief Zhao was taken aback when he heard these words, how could someone who could say such words be an ordinary person.

He also looked at each other with a few people who were usually in charge in the village. Village head Zhao saw that they were also at a loss, smiled wryly, and could only make up his own mind.

"Whatever the girl wants to ask, just ask! The old man absolutely knows everything, and he can talk endlessly!"

An Chuxia thought for a while and said, "Then tell me, the old man, the county magistrate who is in charge of the county government now!"

Seeing that the old village head hesitated, An Chuxia smiled and said: "Since the old man has seen something, why should he doubt himself.

I can also assure you that this is the first time I have come to Jizhou City, and I don't even know anyone here.

Even if I am a person with malicious intentions and my words are like a strong wind, as long as you don't admit it, no one can believe me. "

An Chuxia took a sip of the water brought by the village head's family, and there was indeed a hint of sweetness in it.

She smiled slightly, and continued: "What the old man said this time may help me, and it can also help you!"

When An Chuxia said this, although she didn't reveal her identity, it still surprised the people in the hall, with more guesses and expectations in their eyes.

So under the suggestion of the village chief, everyone told everyone what they knew, even some rumors that had been circulated in the wild.

An Chuxia has been listening quietly, no matter how many useless things they said in it, she always has a faint smile on her face, without showing a trace of impatience.

At this time, a man in his 30s with a calm expression said: "Now the county magistrate Chen Qingshan is in charge of all the affairs of the county government. .

It is said that six or seven years ago, the original county magistrate was squeezed out by giving his beautiful daughter to some official in the prefecture, and he climbed to the position of county magistrate by relying on his nepotism.

If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have deep qualifications as a Juren and couldn't sit on the seat of the county magistrate, I'm afraid he would have been the parent official of Wei County in the past few years. "

The man was afraid that An Chuxia would think he was talking nonsense, so he often took him to do various odd jobs in the county town. The more people he came into contact with, the more information he knew.

Even the big house where Chen County Cheng's family lives now was built with the help of strong laborers selected from each village, and he was among them at that time.

An Chuxia narrowed her eyes slightly when she heard this, and asked, "Chen Xiancheng, let the strong laborers of each village go to help build his house, did you pay you?"

The man was taken aback when he heard what An Chuxia said, then smiled wryly, and said with some helplessness, "According to what Chen Xiancheng said at the time, we poor people.

Being able to fill our stomachs while helping his family build a house is the greatest gift for us mud-legged people. "

Speaking of this, the man paused for a while, blinked his eyes to cover up his anger, and then continued: "The few villagers who don't want this gift, but only want wages, were beaten up by Chen Xiancheng and thrown in the county. In the prison.

In the end, the family had to pay money to redeem him. "

　Hope the little orange baby "Yangyang" gets well soon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)