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

Chapter 148 Chapter 148

When it was noon, An Chuxia looked at Chen Xiancheng and Master Gou with a calm expression. The two stood up and walked around frequently. It was obvious that they were hungry because they were used to lunch.

An Chuxia looked up at the sun and felt that it was almost time, so she also stood up and tidied up her official uniform. When Master Gou saw her standing up, he hurried over and asked, "Master, don't you know where we are going to have lunch?"

Master Gou has heard that the officials who come to collect taxes every year directly order the village to treat them well.

Hearing Master Gou's words, An Chuxia frowned slightly, a look of remorse seemed to flash across his face.

Said: "I forgot about it."

As soon as these words came out, both Master Gou and Chen Xiancheng's faces changed, and there was an urge to scold their mothers, they were used to being pampered.

How could she still be able to endure the hunger? An Chuxia admired enough of the two people's faces, which were as colorful as Sichuan opera's face-changing faces.

Then he said unhurriedly: "But it doesn't matter if you forget it. Let's find a random family to go in and ask for food. The villagers are so kind that they should agree to give alms."

Chen Xiancheng and Master Gou looked at each other in blank dismay. When did they fall down, even a meal would need alms from others.

Zhu Tiehua and eight or nine yamen servants were also hungry, but seeing the embarrassment of these two corrupt officials and scoundrels, they felt that it was worth starving.

"Let's go!" An Chuxia led a group of people to the village, except for the tax-recording officials and a few yamen servants who continued to stay here to collect grain.

Chen Xiancheng pursed his dry lips and touched his stomach secretly. He was already thirsty and hungry, and he also regretted that he thought it was dirty and refused the water brought by the old woman.

An Chuxia and the others knocked on the door of the first villager, and the person who opened the door was a six or seven-year-old skinny boy.

An Chuxia glanced at Chen Xiancheng and Master Gou, who looked indifferent to such a thin child, squinted his eyes to hide the coldness in them.

After the boy opened the door, he recognized the grain tax collector at the grain drying farm at the head of the village, and took a step back with a timid expression.

Blocking the loud voice beside Zhu Tiehua, he took a step forward and asked in a soft voice: "Is your adult at home? Can we come to your house for lunch?"

The boy saw that An Chuxia spoke kindly, and then replied with a trembling voice: "My father is going to pay the food tax, and mother said that the food left in the family is not enough to eat until next year's new food.

I took my sister to the fields to dig wild vegetables that were about to wither, and then mixed them with chestnuts to make porridge.

Our family never has any extra food for lunch, and we never eat lunch, so we can't entertain you. "

An Chuxia took a deep breath, suppressed the soreness in her heart, and once again aimed her gaze at the two corrupt officials who had a dark heart.

When they were plundering the people's fat and filling their pockets, did they think that many people would not have enough to eat, or even starve to death.

But on their faces, apart from indifference, what An Chuxia saw was disgust. Even facing such a thin and frail child, there was no trace of shame or pity in their expressions.

The yamen servants who came to protect An Chuxia, the county magistrate, all showed pity for the skinny boy, and Zhu Tiehua glared at the culprit who caused all this.

But the perpetrator is indifferent to everything, and can only say that his dark heart is different from normal people.

An Chuxia gently patted the child's head, said nothing, and continued to take people to the village to find lunch.

They knocked on the doors of several villagers in a row, and the answers they got were similar to what the little boy said.

There is no extra food for lunch at home, and they never waste food for lunch. They always tighten their belts and eat two meals a day.

Just when Chen Xiancheng and Master Gou became more and more impatient with hunger, they finally saw smoke rising from the chimney of a family, which meant that the family should be in better condition and they were cooking lunch.

Chen Xiancheng took the initiative to lead everyone to a house in the village this time. He glanced at Master Gou who was following behind him. Gou Yuantong's eyes flickered, and he went forward and knocked on the dilapidated wooden door.

When he opened the door, Chen Xiancheng found out that it was the old woman who brought water to them in the morning and was rejected by him. After a moment of embarrassment, Chen Xiancheng was very hungry.

Still aloof, he said in a haughty voice: "We're here to help you collect taxes. Now that it's noon, I've decided to have lunch at your house."

The old woman pouted inwardly. She paid so much food tax before, so she should thank him.

But in the end she still didn't say anything, stepped aside, and invited a group of people into her shabby house.

When An Chuxia looked at her, the old woman nodded slightly.

When everyone entered the low-slung house, their eyes darkened. Chen Xiancheng, who was used to living in a big house, felt that this house was not even as good as his toilet.

I wanted to leave right away, but I couldn't bear the hunger at this moment, so I had to hold back my temper and sit on the small stool that the old woman had moved away.

He knew that if the county magistrate didn't go back after confiscating the food tax today, he, the county magistrate who was mainly responsible for collecting the food tax, would not be able to return to the county in advance.

If it wasn't for the pressure of this new county magistrate, how could he have endured such hunger, and would have turned back a long time ago, and how could he have come to such a poor place to suffer.

When the woman brought up a cage of gray-black steamed buns just out of the pot, she put them on the table with one leg crooked.

Chen Xiancheng and Master Gou frowned when they saw such a bun.

After An Chuxia thanked the woman, she picked up a bun and put it in her mouth to eat. Zhu Tiehua and several yamen servants felt the bun.

It was a little different from what they usually saw, but the county magistrate ate it all, and they were still more honorable than the county magistrate.

So when they all picked up the Wowotou, An Chuxia exchanged meaningful glances with Zhu Tiehua and the yamen servants, and they were taken aback for a moment.

Then they ate the steamed buns in their mouths as if nothing had happened, and only they knew what it felt like.

Chen Xiancheng and Master Gou saw that everyone was naturally eating the cornbread in their hands, and they suddenly thought that maybe this steamed bun was just looking dirty and not tasty.

Maybe it wasn't so bad to eat in the mouth. The two of them couldn't stand the hunger, so they picked up the gray-black bun and put it in their mouths and took a bite.

After swallowing this mouthful, Chen Xiancheng and Master Gou suffered chest pains, "Bah, bah, bah! What the hell is this!

Bitter, astringent, and hard, this is not something that people eat, it chokes a person to death! "

The old woman walked in and looked at it distressedly. The corn bread that was thrown on the ground and bitten was about to bend down to pick it up in a hurry.

Chen Xiancheng, who was angry that he was choked by this thing, crushed it with his foot in advance.

(End of this chapter)