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

Chapter 147 Chapter 147
An Chuxia said calmly: "Chen Xiancheng is in charge of the grain department and tax collection, come with us today!"

Master Gou didn't want to go to the countryside to do the thankless work of collecting grain taxes, so he said cunningly: "Then I will give it to the adults!"

An Chuxia raised her lips and smiled, she just wanted to sit in the yamen and live a life where the wind didn't blow, the rain didn't blow, and she could still get her salary. There was no such good thing in the world.

"Let's go together! Also see how beautiful the scenery in the village is!"

Master Gou had no choice but to sit in a carriage in the yamen and go with him.

Not far from the county seat, the carriage turned to a small road in the countryside. The small road was not as smooth as the main road. It was full of bumps and bumps that made Chen Xiancheng and Mr. Gou, who seldom went to poor villages, almost vomited.

I was secretly poking the villain with a needle in my heart, don't doubt that the villain is our magistrate An.

In the middle of October in the north, the flowers, plants and trees have shown a withered color, the yellow and red leaves on the trees have fallen one after another, and the wilderness is endless.

After less than half an hour's journey, An Chuxia came to Yuande Village again, and it was still the low, simple, thatched houses with yellow mud and straw, and the fenced yard piled up with stones.

An Chuxia still let the carriage stop at the threshing ground where the grain was dried. Some villagers noticed that they took a look and ran towards the third old village head's house in the front row of the village.

After a while, the old village chief came over with his son and several villagers, and saw that the leading county magistrate in a light green official uniform was the nobleman who had lived in their house that day.

He hurriedly led the people behind him to the front and knelt down on the ground, shouting loudly: "Cao Min pays homage to the county magistrate!"

An Chuxia put her hands lightly, and said in a soft rather than majestic voice: "Old village chief, please stand up!"

"... Thank you, Mr. Caomin!" The old village chief stood up after saluting the villagers behind him.

Chen Xiancheng looked at this dazzling scene, his liver ached with hatred, he dreamed that someone would call him that.

An Chuxia took the douzi brought from the government office by the yamen servant, and showed it to the old village head, "Look at this fight, it is a standard douzi regulated by the imperial court."

The size of this bucket is related to the amount of food tax paid by the whole village. The old village head did not dare to be sloppy, took the bucket and carefully measured the depth of the bucket and the width of the enclosure with his hands, and then nodded to confirm that it was a standard weighing bucket.

An Chuxia saw the relaxed expression on the old village chief's face after checking Douzi, and knew that he was afraid that what he brought this time would still be Dadou.

"Go and inform the families in the village to pay taxes!" An Chuxia said.

The old village head hurriedly replied: "Yes! The grass people will go right away."

After the old village head notified the people in the village, he brought a few sons who were carrying grain, and took the lead to pay taxes.

An Zixi and Zhu Tiehua brought a few yamen servants and had already borrowed tables, chairs and benches from the village.

Except for the officials who recorded the tax books, An Chuxia and Chen Xiancheng had small benches to sit on.

Master Gou glanced at An Zixi and the others with hidden anger in his eyes, but he was considered a wealthy man, although he was unhappy in his heart, he did not show it.

Originally, these little officials without rank were not eligible to have a seat when the magistrates of other counties did not speak according to the rules.

I didn't see that the two high-ranking adults were just sitting on the small bench. If I asked for it at this time, I would only be asking for trouble.

"My lord, there is only this kind of small bench in the village!" An Zixi said to Chen Xiancheng in an extremely sincere tone.

But it was still in exchange, Chen Xiancheng let out a cold snort.

An Chuxia didn't think there was anything wrong with sitting on a small bench, but for Chen Xiancheng, who was used to sitting in a large grand master's chair, no matter how he adjusted his position, he felt aggrieved and flustered sitting.

The old village chief saw that among the yamen servants who came today were people he had met a few years ago, his expression was not as arrogant and arrogant as those yamen servants who came before.

Sometimes they would kindly help the villagers, and the old village chief looked at the female county magistrate who took the water from the village woman's hand.

There was nothing on her face like the middle-aged man next to her in a dark blue official uniform, her expression was full of disdain and disgust, and she didn't even drink the water in the village woman's hand.

An Chuxia took another bowl of water from the village woman, handed it to Zhu Tiehua, who was looking at the water bowl, and said, "You can talk if you want to drink, what are you doing staring at the bowl!"

Zhu Tiehua just couldn't get used to Chen Xiancheng's dislike of the roughness of the water bowl in the village woman's hand, and I'm afraid it was not clean, so she took the water bowl and put it to her lips and drank it in a few gulps.

It's better to sigh: "Refreshing!"

An Chuxia looked at her and smiled.

Seeing Zhu Tiehua's bold expression, the village woman also showed a smile on her face. She was embarrassed to be refused water when she kindly brought her just now.

Chen Xiancheng snorted softly from his nose and turned his head to the side. Even if he died of thirst, he would not drink the filthy water.

If An Chuxia knew that Chen Xiancheng thought so, she would give him a thumbs up, because the village's taxes would probably be received in the afternoon.

I hope he will strengthen the belief in his heart and not give up his persistence easily.

The villagers who came to pay the grain tax this time were relieved to see that the buckets brought by the yamen were exactly the same as the ones they had weighed at home.

Every year, they are forced to hand over more food, so much hard-earned food, it is really heartbreaking.

Children cry from hunger every winter in the middle of the night, and adults tighten their belts.

If it weren't for the fear of being accused of being a mob and implicating the whole family, they would have fought desperately with those tax collectors who didn't care about the lives of the people.

Well now, they are finally looking forward to it, a county magistrate who collects taxes according to the regulations of the court.

Although the extra food they paid in the past could not satisfy them every meal, life was definitely better than in previous years.

At noon, even Master Gou Yuan and that cunning old fellow went to beg for water from the villagers.

When An Chuxia saw Chen Xiancheng whose lips were dry and peeling, she couldn't help but curled up her lips and pretended not to see them, and continued to chat with the old village chief about farming in the field.

Suddenly, I heard the old village head mention that people in the village would plant some soybeans in the fields and on the wasteland, but this kind of thing is good for life, but eating too much will make your stomach swell.

An Chuxia lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking about. Suddenly, she heard a few gurgling voices in her ears. She turned her head and saw Chen Xiancheng's face was ugly. She stood up and walked to the side.

An inspiration flashed in An Chuxia's eyes.

The old village chief who also heard Chen Xiancheng's belly sound told An Chuxia that he would go back and ask his family to cook and entertain them now.

The reason why no one in the village has gone back to cook is because poor people eat only two meals a day in order to save food.

Only people in the county will have three meals a day.

An Chuxia didn't let the old village head's cook, and when the village woman came to bring her water again, An Chuxia whispered a few words in her ear.

The village woman looked at An Chuxia in surprise and thought she had heard it wrong, but seeing the smile in the beautiful eyes of the female county magistrate, she knew she had heard it right.

Then the village woman nodded to An Chuxia, took the bowl after drinking water, and hurried home.

(End of this chapter)