The only beast master in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 181

"I'm defeated!"

The young warrior, who seemed to be only in his thirties, was dejected. He traveled thousands of miles, searched along the road, and finally found the second son of Feng who lived in no fixed place and traveled around, and wanted to fight against the Valkyrie.

It is rumored that every martial artist who fights with the Valkyrie Armor is doomed to lose, but as long as he can fight with it, he can gain a lot of insights. Many warriors who have this opportunity have subsequently made breakthroughs of different sizes.

He also came here to find this opportunity, but what annoyed him was that, although the opportunity was close at hand, he failed the test and was defeated by a follower of the Feng Gongzi, so he was not qualified to fight the Valkyrie Armor .

Although this rule was established later, he has already become someone's defeated opponent. Even if there are thousands of words in his heart, he can only hold it in his heart at this moment, and there is nothing to say.

"Wait a minute, are you from Nanshao Mansion?"

Just as the defeated martial artist was about to leave with regret in his heart, an old voice sounded and stopped him.

"Yes, I am from Pingwu County, Nanshao Prefecture!"

Wu Fu turned his head and looked at the old man who called him in confusion. Before the competition, they had already reported their names and backgrounds to each other, so why bother to ask?
"Then please come here, my son has something to ask you!"

"What?"

The martial artist looked bewildered, but he still walked over. After all, he had heard about it a long time ago. This Second Master Feng has collected a lot of martial arts classics. Who knows the rules he established and the martial artist he found?
But the most exasperating thing is that he didn't even get the chance to fight Ming Longjia, and he didn't even have the chance to hand in the martial arts he had learned all his life.

But also because of this, his heart was filled with anticipation that this Young Master would ask him for questions, if he answered and satisfied him, would there be any reward?
"When you meet the young master, you can answer whatever you ask. If you don't know, you don't know. Don't make up things. If you answer to the satisfaction of the young master, you will benefit from it!"

Seeing the martial artist approaching so tactfully, Housekeeper Zhao nodded in satisfaction, but he still did not forget to remind him.

"I don't know what your son wants to ask?"

"I want to ask about the farming in your hometown!"

Feng Qing'an walked out of the carriage, and the two wolves, black and white, also rushed out of the carriage following his figure. Whether it was Heishan or Bai Yao, even if it was just a non-hostile glance, the martial artist's body tensed involuntarily. tight.

"farm work?"

The martial artist looked confused, several thoughts had just turned in his mind, but he never expected that the second young master in front of him, who knew that he was very expensive, would ask about farming.

This young man can tell at a glance that he is a person who does not work, cares about farming, has no official position, and he can't get along with him!

"Yesterday I hosted a banquet for ghosts and gods in Jinling Mansion. Some ghosts and gods complained to me, saying that Nanshao Mansion's food production has been decreasing for several years. Compared with the usual harvest years, it is nearly [-]% less. You are from Nanshao Mansion. I want to ask you for confirmation, is there such a thing?"

"Banquet for ghosts and gods?"

Hearing the words spoken by the young man in white in front of him, the martial artist who was called over to question him was startled. He had seen parade ghosts and gods, but he always kept them at a respectful distance.

"You don't need to care about this, I just want to know if there is a problem with the grain production in Nanshao Mansion!"

Feng Qing'an's tone was serious, he couldn't just listen to ghosts and gods, and ran to meet a water lord who was in charge of thousands of miles of rivers. He would investigate the specific situation, and if it really had a serious impact on the production of people on both sides of the strait , then he can take advantage of the situation to slay the dragon.

"Young master, you asked me to ask this. To be honest, some of you asked the wrong person. I don't care much about the farming affairs in my hometown!"

This martial artist is quite straightforward, he directly said that he didn't understand, but he is not stupid, he added,
"However, I think the reduction in food production should be more than [-]%. Those ghosts and gods complaining to you must be saying that there is less. The actual situation is more serious than this!"

“How come you see?”

Feng Qing'an asked.

"My family has had a lot of new faces in the past few years. They are all half-grown children, both male and female. They are all children who cannot be supported by farmers in the ten miles and eight towns near my house. They are sold to my house!"

The martial artist with a rather youthful face uttered the words of a rich family and a young man.

Hearing these words, Feng Qing'an frowned. The grain production was reduced by less than [-]%, and the farmers were forced to sell their sons and daughters?

"Sir!?"

It's just that Feng Qing'an frowned slightly, and the unspeakable terrifying pressure fell on the seemingly young rich young man, making his body tremble like chaff, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Stand back, what does this have to do with him!"

Feng Qing'an glared at the guys on the left and right who put pressure on the rich young man.

If it is not a last resort, what kind of parents would be so stupid as to sell their children as goods? Unless they really can't find a way out, they have no choice but to make such a choice.

In a time of food shortage and famine, willing to buy other people’s children, feed them, and let them survive, in a sense, it can even be called a kind of good deed.

"My lord, these ghosts and gods may not have lied, and they dare not lie to you, lord!"

Butler Zhao took a look at the man who was called in for questioning. He was obviously a young man from a rich family who had never been in the sun since he was a child. He looked at Feng Qing'an and said.

"As long as the grain production is reduced by [-] to [-] percent, it will be enough to force farmers to sell their sons and daughters and their fields!"

"tax!"

Feng Qing'an frowned, and then relaxed. He was a mud boy who rolled in the fields when he was a child, and he also knew what ordinary farmers were most worried about.

"Exactly, if the government does not reduce taxes, the less-produced grain will all fall on the heads of the common people, and the rations used by the peasant family will be halved, or even more, and it is only natural that they will be forced to sell their children and daughters. Things!"

"Are the government's taxes so high?"

The idiot of the landlord's family scratched the back of his head with a slightly confused expression. This was not something he cared about in the first place, and if he hadn't been questioned today, he wouldn't have noticed it.

"Field tax, oral tax, as well as exorbitant and miscellaneous taxes imposed by governments at all levels and places. If there is a bumper harvest, the people can barely make ends meet. But once the food production decreases and the tax does not decrease, naturally they can only sell their sons and daughters!"

Steward Zhao, who came from an ordinary background, explained softly that because he came from an ordinary background, he knew how miserable the lives of ordinary people are.

The other martial artists who were accepted by Feng Qing'an looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces were capitalized and confused. They who were born in martial arts did not know the misery of the people at the bottom.

Being poor and rich in martial arts is not just talk. A martial artist who can practice martial arts from an early age has nothing to do with being poor. There are very few martial arts born in poverty. Unless there is an extremely unnatural opportunity, practicing martial arts is risking one's life without any achievements. , just train yourself to death first.

"You are from Pingwu County, Nanshao Prefecture, right?"

Feng Qing'an's expression has returned to calm, but there is a cold light flickering deep in his eyes

He finally knew why his eldest brother was killing all the way on the way to the exam. With the sword in hand and the mighty power on his body, it was hard not to feel murderous against these strange powers. Human impulse.

"Exactly!"

The silly elder of the landlord's house felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere at this moment, and he wanted to run away, but seeing the two black and white wolves beside the young man, he wisely did not move.

"Would you mind taking me to your house?"

Feng Qingan asked with a smile.

"This……"

The silly boy showed hesitation on his face.This all involves ghosts and gods, Shui Jun, he really doesn't want to get involved, it's obvious that someone is going to suffer, those guys who have been punished can't take revenge on the young man in front of him, and can't take revenge on him?
"It's fine if you don't want to, here, this is a reward for your answer."

Feng Qing'an saw that the other party was unwilling and did not force others, so she threw out a booklet with a wave of her hand, the silly boy caught it and saw "Cloud and Misty Strategies" written on the cover, opened it again, and flipped through it lightly , I found that this is actually a martial arts book that can be cultivated to the Primordial Realm.

The silly boy was immediately overjoyed, but when he flipped through the pages, the smile on his face froze. When he flipped through the cover again, he noticed that there was a very small word "Up" on the side of Yun Lan's secret policy.

"What about the next volume?"

The silly boy couldn't help asking, it's too wicked to only give half of it.

"You just answered a few ambiguous questions, and you can get half of the martial arts, isn't that enough?"

Feng Qing'an looked at this greedy and dissatisfied guy with some surprise.Only after asking a few words, he generously rewarded half of the martial arts classics.

"But, this..."

The silly boy's facial features were distorted, and he couldn't say anything. After all, he was really generous, but it was useless to him. Just this half of the martial arts cheats, it just made him feel uncomfortable.

"My lord, I just misremembered just now, my father has already prepared bouillon and is about to invite you to my humble house!"

A bright future is just around the corner, but the scruples just now are forgotten by the fool in a blink of an eye, and wealth and wealth are in danger.

"Well, yes, Ruzi can be taught!"

Looking at the young man who changed his face at the speed of light in front of him, Housekeeper Zhao was quite pleased, and then he faced to the side and ordered,

"Go and get a horse for our guide, and let him lead the way!"

"Yes!"

Feng Qing'an and his party, who caught the unlucky guy and led the way, didn't delay halfway because they had a clear goal. They didn't pick the terrain, encountered mountains and rivers, and crossed rivers when they encountered water. They chose the most broken route on the map.

Therefore, in just three days, Feng Qing'an led a group of people into Pingwu County, but just after walking out of the forest, Feng Qing'an frowned when he saw the crowd.

The spring plowing has been started for nearly two months, but the wheat seedlings growing in the fields on both sides are green and yellow. Even a layman like him, who has never been in the field, can tell that the survival rate of the wheat seedlings is extremely worrying. Not to mention whether they can wait until the harvest season, whether they can live until next month are all questions.

"Da Zhou!"

Seeing this scene in the field, Feng Qing'an no longer had a good face, and immediately opened his mouth to shout,
"Hey, here I come, my son."

A young warrior with a flattering face approached Feng Qing'an's horse, because he wanted to take a shortcut, so in their line, only the young master rode the horse, and the rest abandoned their horses and walked.

"I don't know what the young master ordered?"

"Do you still remember how many times it rained in your Pingwu County since the spring plowing started?"

"I can't remember that!"

The idiot who has become a qualified dog leg racked his brains to recall, to be honest, it was really difficult for him to recall these things, and asked him to recall who and what were the names of the oirans in the county brothel. He did remember,

"About seven or eight games?"

"How's the rain?"

Feng Qing'an also knew that it would be a bit embarrassing to ask someone who has nothing to do with Nongsang, so he changed the way of asking, and he should always remember the heavy rain and light rain.

"Those few rains were very light. It fell into the soil and was not wet by my pee!"

"Ok!"

Feng Qing'an knew it well, with just this little rain, it's no wonder that the wheat seedlings in the field looked like this.

"Lead me to your house to see!"

"Yes!"

Zhou Yiyang regained his energy immediately. After bringing this noble man to his own territory, he decided to try his best to please him. I don't know if this young man is a womanizer. If there is a need, he can take his father's Several young concubines were sent over.

There was a local snake leading the way, and the group of people knew the way very well, and they walked very smoothly, but something happened before they reached halfway, probably because the leader Zhou who was leading the way was too famous in the local area. People recognized it.

A group of ragged farmers, simple women, and even gray-haired old men stopped in the middle of the road, and beside them were a group of dolls of different ages, both men and women.

"Master Zhou!"

Gangsha Wufu who can tear tigers and leopards alive is also full of helplessness when he is grabbed by the arm of an old man.

"What are you doing? I brought a distinguished guest from another place today!"

The silly boy helped the old man in front of him, and carefully looked at Feng Qing'an's face behind him, seeing this young man's expressionless face, he felt a little uneasy.

"It turned out to be Mr. Zhou's distinguished guest. I am here to apologize to you, but we really have no other choice. We just want to make a living for the children!"

Seeing Feng Qing'an, who was the only one riding a horse in the group, the old man's eyes were full of hope and flattery, so he just bowed to him, and even planned to kneel down.

"Don't kneel at your age, just stand up and tell me anything!"

Feng Qing'an got off Sen Miao's body as soon as he dodged, helped the old man, and glanced at the men, women and children behind the old man, especially the children with ignorance and curiosity in their eyes. It was clear at a glance what was going on.

"My lord, I see that you are surrounded by men, and you still lack some maids to serve you. What do you think of them?"

The old man turned around, grabbed a female doll that was not as high as Feng Qing'an's chest, and pushed it in front of Feng Qing'an, just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Zhou Yang who was frowning.

"I remember that your Zhuangzi sent a dozen children into my house a few days ago. How long has it been since? Did you spend all the money my father gave you?"

"How dare you spend it? The officials took half of the money that those dolls exchanged for that day. They said it was called a trafficker's tax, and the rest of the money was just to make ends meet. However, the county magistrate has added a lot these days. Taxes are reduced, and the money for selling dolls is not enough!"

The old man looked miserable. The Zhou family was a martial arts family, and the county magistrate didn't dare to provoke them. They only needed to pay some normal taxes every year, and some messy and miscellaneous taxes couldn't be added to them.

As long as you enter the Zhou family, even if you are a servant or a maid, you can eat and survive, it is better than starving with your parents.

"Old man, don't worry, tell me what taxes your county magistrate has added, maybe I can solve it and let him exempt from these taxes!"

Feng Qingan showed a gentle smile.

(End of this chapter)