I become a god in another world

Chapter 162

The group of people walked through the village. Zhao Fusheng was still looking around as they walked.

As she had seen before, Kuai Liang Village was more like a small town than a village.

The streets in the village are much neater than the Kotou Village she has been to before. Some villagers have started businesses, including selling wine, mountain products, medicinal materials, and even a cloth village.

"Uncle Six, your village seems to be much richer than the villages I have been to."

Zhao Fusheng turned around and glanced at Uncle Kuai Liu who was following her, and said something.

The old man knew what was going on. Although he had to go with her to lead the way, he was half a step behind and followed her all the time, showing that she was the leader.

As soon as she spoke, Uncle Kuai Liu smiled and said:

"The conditions in our village are indeed not bad." He mentioned the village with great pride:

"You must have heard about it. The mountain behind our village is rich in perilla. This medicinal material can cure headaches, dizziness, insomnia, dreaminess and repose. Many elderly people cannot sleep well and feel restless after taking this medicine." Baisu will work, and it will work every time."

"So every year when the perilla grows, many outsiders come to collect the goods. They have to wait here to pick the perilla and dry it, so they have food and accommodation here. If there are smart people in the village, they open restaurants and wine shops. "

Uncle Kuai Liu was also smart. He could see that Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the nearby shops as soon as he entered the village, so he explained to her:

"Sometimes people have headaches and fever, and they take medicine. Relying on these livelihoods, our village's life is indeed much better than other villages."

When he arrived, Zhao Fusheng also heard Pang Zhixian mention something about Kuai Liang Village, but now Kuai Liushu explained it in more detail than Pang Zhixian.

She nodded and asked as if gossiping:

"Does your family also dig perilla and sell it?"

Kuai Liushu responded:

"I also dig. My mother-in-law and I gave birth to six sons. All of the sons got married and gave me eleven grandchildren. The eldest grandsons all have families. The whole family goes to the mountains to dig for persimmons every year. You can make a lot of money.”

"So many people? How much money does your family earn per year?" Zhao Fusheng became interested and asked him.

"My children, grandchildren, daughter-in-law, and grandson-in-law are all very capable and clever, and they can mine perilla very quickly. In just two months of May and June, we can earn seventeen or eighty taels of silver."

"so much!"

Wu Shaochun exclaimed.

Uncle Kuai Liu showed a smile in his eyes:

"If you plant the land every year, you can have a harvest of fifty or sixty taels throughout the year."

When Zhao Fusheng was dealing with the ghost case in Kotou Village before, he had a chat with Wu Dajing, the village elder at that time, and he had a general understanding of the people's livelihood in the village at that time.

Uncle Kuai Liu's family can earn fifty or sixty taels of silver throughout the year, which is indeed considered wealthy.

"How much tax do you pay every year?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

"My family has a large population, with twenty-six people. The tax of the Demon Suppression Division alone costs thirty taels of silver a year. In addition, there are various head taxes totaling about thirteen taels of silver."

These taxes alone were already as high as forty-three taels. Uncle Kuai Liu said again:

"Field tax is five liters and seven spoons per mu. We belong to the same clan in our village. This is not very different from each other. It's all about whose family has a good harvest and which family has more. The total every year is about eleven or two taels."

"Wouldn't it mean that in the end, we would only have five or six taels of silver left?"

Fan Wujiu said a little strangely:

"What kind of affluence is this?"

When Wan'an County was prosperous, ordinary people in the county had to spend more than one tael of silver for a family of three throughout the year.

Uncle Kuai Liu's family has a total of twenty-six people, but they can only have five or six taels left. It is conceivable that the family is living in poverty.

"That's enough, at least there's some left."

Uncle Kuai Liu was not upset when he heard Fan Wujiu's words, but smiled with some satisfaction:

"How many people in other villages are in debt every year, and when the Chinese New Year comes, debt collectors will drive people to death. Our village can at least pay taxes, not starve to death, and owe no one money, which is also a good thing."

"..."

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, he couldn't help but remain silent.

Zhang Chuanshi secretly looked at her from the corner of his eye and felt that this adult was really weird.

He and Zhao Fusheng worked together on two cases, and heard her chat with the villagers and talk about taxation and people's livelihood matters. These matters had nothing to do with the ghost case, so what was the point of asking?

Zhang Chuanshi couldn't figure out what Zhao Fusheng was thinking, but he didn't ask too many questions.

He was not interested in the lives of the villagers, so he turned around and looked around.

While everyone was chatting, Uncle Kuai Liu's home arrived.

Compared with other cottages, Uncle Kuai Liu's family has a large population and the house occupies a large area.

Next to Uncle Kuai's sixth uncle's house, there is an exquisite wooden gate with the words: Kuai's Ancestral Hall.

Behind the gate is the entrance gate of the ancestral hall of Kuai Liang Village.

The ancestral hall shrouded in darkness is not closed, and it is deep inside. Through the firelight outside, you can vaguely see the scene at the entrance. The more you look inside, the more it looks like thick ink splashing, making it impossible to see clearly.

A sinister wind mixed with fishy smell blew out from the bottomless pit-like ancestral hall, making people shiver.

"This is our ancestral hall in Kuai Liang Village. My family has been the gatekeeper for several generations, so we live next to the ancestral hall." Uncle Kuai Liu saw Zhao Fusheng stop at the door of the ancestral hall and couldn't help but explain with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell into the depths of the ancestral hall, nodded, and asked:

"Can you go in?"

As soon as she finished asking this question, the expressions of the villagers suddenly froze, with a look of resistance on their faces.

Uncle Kuai Liu also looked a little embarrassed.

From the moment the two parties met, he always tolerated, retreated, and acted magnanimously. The two parties finally coexisted harmoniously. At this time, Zhao Fusheng's words broke the balance maintained by the two parties.

His face looked uncertain, but after a while he still shook his head:

"Sir, every village has its own rules."

"What rules?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"The rules of our village are that women with the surname Kuai are not allowed to enter the ancestral hall." Uncle Kuai mentioned the 'rules' and his expression gradually became tough.

It seems that when Zhao Fusheng mentioned that he wanted to enter the ancestral hall, he touched this old man Ni Lin:

"I respect all distinguished guests for coming from afar, and I hope that all distinguished guests will not embarrass us."

The originally harmonious atmosphere became a little tense due to this brief conversation between the two parties. Zhang Chuanshi secretly looked at Zhao Fusheng's expression.

He also knew something about the current commander of the Demon Suppression Division: she had a particularly strong personality, she didn't like to hear rejection, she was sometimes patient, sometimes she acted impulsively, and in short she was unpredictable.

Uncle Kuai Liu's rejection might arouse her anger...

Just when Zhang Chuanshi was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard someone shouting:

"The boss."

Ahead, I saw a large group of people waiting in front of Uncle Kuai Liu's house.

The villagers who were running fast came to pass Xin'er in advance. At this time, all the members of Uncle Kuai Liu's family were already up and waiting for the distinguished guests to come.

His children and grandchildren have grown up, and the eldest grandson has even gotten married, but the family has not been separated and seems to live together.

An elderly woman stood at the gate with a child in her arms and looked around. Behind her, her son and daughter-in-law were standing separately. Everyone looked happy when they saw Uncle Kuai Liu and his entourage approaching in a mighty manner.

Seeing Uncle Kuai Liu and his entourage standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall for a while, the old woman holding the child spoke up to break the silence.

As soon as she spoke, Zhao Fusheng's original sharp eyes gradually softened. She turned to look at the people passing by, and Uncle Kuai Liu couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The unpleasant topic ended, and both parties reached a tacit agreement not to mention the matter of entering Kuai's ancestral hall again.

The old woman greeted Uncle Kuai Liu, then her eyes fell on Zhao Fusheng and others, and asked:

"These distinguished guests are——"

"They are guests invited by Chief Zhou. What are you all doing here? Are you killing the chickens and preparing wine?"

Uncle Kuai Liu responded, then frowned again. He has a high status in the family. When his children and grandchildren heard what he said, they quickly replied:

"Dad, the chicken has been killed and the fire has been lit. I was afraid of being disrespectful, so I welcomed the guests first and immediately went to clear the table."

Uncle Kuai Liu nodded with satisfaction, looked at Zhao Fusheng again and said:

"Sir, please don't dislike the simplicity of our house."

"where."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, and a group of people entered the room amidst the respectful welcome of Uncle Kuai Liu.

After entering the gate, Zhao Fusheng saw a large courtyard.

There are houses built around the yard, which should be the houses of Uncle Kuai Liu's children and grandchildren.

There is a faded curtain in front of the house, and some hay and dried plant seeds are hung on the wall.

There were several large pots piled under the eaves, with traces of water remaining in the corners. Several wooden basins were placed. A freshly killed chicken was placed in the basins, and there was a strong smell of blood.

Opposite the courtyard gate is the main hall of Uncle Kuai Liu's house. The door is open, and there is a large wooden table inside with long stools arranged neatly.

When everyone entered the room, Liu Shuniang put down the child in her arms and warmly greeted everyone to sit down.

A woman in her forties brought a large plate of fried melon seeds and shyly invited everyone to eat.

Such a family completely overturned Zhao Fusheng's initial impression after hearing about the massacre in Kuai Liang Village. She frowned and began to wonder if the deceased Zhuang Lao Qi was talking nonsense and telling lies to deceive her.

"Let me get straight to the point. We are not people sent by Chief Zhou, but from the Wan'an County Demon Division."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, everyone in Kuai Liang Village was shocked.

Uncle Kuai actually had doubts about the identity of Zhao Fusheng and others at the beginning, guessing that she might not be from the imperial court, but he felt that Zhao Fusheng was extraordinary, and Fan Wujiu didn't seem to be easy to mess with, so maybe she was not an ordinary person.

Later, when he heard her ask about taxes again, Uncle Kuai felt that he had made a mistake. Zhao Fusheng and his party should be envoys sent by the imperial court.

But she didn't expect that she would admit that she was not sent by Chief Zhou, but that she was indeed from the imperial court, and that she was an envoy from the Demonic Division in the county town - this was a bigger deal than Uncle Kuai Liu had originally expected. .

The people in Kuai Liang Village were stunned.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to say anything for a while.

Even Uncle Liu subconsciously hugged her grandson who was lying on the ground, and subconsciously reached out to cover his mouth, fearing that the child would be reckless and ignorant and offend the adults.

"grown ups--"

After a long time, Uncle Kuai spoke hesitantly and looked at Zhao Fusheng and the others:

"Sir, is he really from the Demon Suppression Division?"

"We are indeed members of the Demon Suppression Division in Wan'an County. I am the Commander, and these people are my accompanying envoys." Zhao Fusheng nodded.

"This……"

The identity of Zhao Fusheng and his entourage instantly caused everyone in the room to restrain their movements subconsciously. Even Uncle Kuai Liu, the most knowledgeable person, was a little restrained and seemed a little at a loss.

In fact, he still had doubts deep in his heart, but the words "Suppressing Demon Division" were like a big mountain, firmly suppressing him in his heart, making him dare not voice any doubts.

Zhao Fusheng simply said:

"Our county recently hired a handyman from Zhuangjia Village."

Hearing the words 'Zhuangjiacun', Uncle Kuai's nervous expression relaxed, and he subconsciously turned around to look at Liu Shu Niang. Liu Shu Niang seemed to not know how to position her hands and feet. She wanted to speak, but she didn't know how to move in such a situation. How to intervene in situations.

"This man calls himself Zhuang Laoqi."

After she mentioned Zhuang Laoqi, Uncle Liu suddenly sighed:

"Oh, it's him, the boy from my third uncle's family."

Uncle Kuai Liu soon showed a look of enlightenment:

"Shouqiang, Zhuang Shouqiang, he is young and knows how to drink."

"Yeah."

When he said this, the others seemed to think of Zhuang Laoqi, and started talking about it:

"He is a very honest person. Before the Chinese New Year the year before last, when I was visiting relatives, we all had a drink."

Others in the village answered.

Everyone mentioned acquaintances, and the atmosphere suddenly became more lively.

Zhao Fusheng observed calmly. After Uncle Kuai finished speaking, he seemed a little nervous:

"D-Did this kid cause trouble in the county?"

He stood up and rubbed his hands:

"Did your Lord come here to ask us to spend money to ransom him?"

When he said this, the others' smiles suddenly stopped.

"I don't have much money this year -" a woman behind Liu Shuniang muttered in a low voice, and then a bearded man turned around and scolded her:

"Shut up!"

"We are all relatives. If Zhuang Shouqiang really committed a crime and needs money to redeem himself, we can still chip in." A man among the villagers said.

Kuai Mancai, who was holding a fork, did not enter the house, but leaned against the door. He was a little unhappy when he heard this:

"But his surname is Zhuang, what does it have to do with our surname Kuai."

"Why doesn't it matter? Our Kuai and Zhuang families are related by marriage." One of Kuai Liushu's sons answered.

Kuai Mancai said:

"In the past, it was okay to say they were in-laws. How come people in Zhuangjia Village have the nerve to say this now?"

"Shut up!" Uncle Kuai Liu was furious when he heard this. He stood up and shouted with a blushing face.

He has a high prestige in the village, and as soon as he speaks, other people in the village suddenly become silent.

"Sir, Zhuang Shouqiang is indeed related to us. I have watched this boy grow up, and he is an honest man. If he causes any big trouble and needs money to redeem his family, please tell me the number, and we as a village can gather it together and see. Let’s see if we can squeeze in.”

Uncle Kuai Liu spoke.

Zhao Fusheng raised his head and stared at him for a long time.

The old man looked calm and his eyes were pure. He did not look like a bad old man.

She thought about it and shook her head:

"No need, he shouldn't need money to redeem himself."

"You committed such a big thing?" Kuai Liushu was shocked when he heard this:

"What on earth did he do?"

"He is dead." Zhao Fusheng responded.

As soon as she said this, everyone was stunned.

Uncle Liu, who was holding the child, was also at a loss. Kuai Mancai, who had an unhappy face when mentioning 'Zhuangjia Village' earlier, did not dare to say anything.

Uncle Kuai Liu was in disbelief at first, and then his eyes showed panic and regret:

"H-how did he die——"

"He was killed by a fierce ghost." After Zhao Fusheng said this, Uncle Kuai Liu's house fell into a deathly silence.