Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 705
There was no response in the slightest.

The monkey stepped forward, peeked in through the crack of the door, and curled his lips: "There are people inside, so they didn't open the door on purpose."

Huang Butou was already irritable, but hearing this made him even more annoyed.

It's not that I can't afford to pay taxes, why do I insist on not paying them?

The county magistrate works so hard every day, running around for the people, and counting on this little tax to earn political achievements for himself all year round. How come these troublesome people don't know how to be grateful one by one?

Don't they have to get angry and kill the magistrates, before they are finished?
"Damn it, kick the door open for me!"

Thinking of the annoyance, Huang Butou gave orders to the yamen servants around him.

The monkey couldn't hold back for a long time, stepped forward with a flying leg, and kicked the wooden door open with a loud bang.

The family inside was gathering together, eating breakfast quietly, when they heard a loud noise, they looked up and saw a group of yamen servants appearing in front of them, they were all stunned.

The monkey said angrily: "Are you fucking deaf? Our Huang Butou knocked on the door for a long time, why do you still want to pretend that you are not at home?"

The family hurriedly stood up, and there was a sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding on the table.

Huang Butou was even more annoyed when he heard it.

He hasn't had breakfast yet!

These gangsters!

No wonder the magistrate is angry!
He can't kill people, so he can beat and scold and vent his anger, right?

Thinking of this, Huang Butou stepped in, angrily said: "The yamen is here to collect taxes!"

The family naturally recognized Huang Butou, and the women and children hid behind with bowls, but Huang Butou ignored him and just looked at the man.

The man's surname is Xia, and he makes a living selling steamed stuffed buns and soybean juice in the morning. Because of his good craftsmanship, not a few people come to buy breakfast every day.

If he said that he couldn't pay that little tax, Huang Butou would never believe it.

Xia Baozi stood up, with a dissatisfied expression on his face: "Huang Baotou, you can collect taxes if you collect taxes. What does it mean to kick down the door of our house?"

"Hey, old boy, see clearly, it was your grandpa who kicked me!" the monkey shouted arrogantly.

People are afraid of officials since ancient times, and monkeys will naturally not be shy in front of these common people.

Xia Baozi looked at the monkey like he was not afraid at all, and said clearly: "Although you are a member of the yamen, if you damage the common people's things, you will still have to pay according to the price. Just wait, I will go to the yamen to ask for money later go."

Monkey has never met such an arrogant common people, his lungs are about to explode, "You are hiding at home, trying to evade taxes, are you justified?!"

"We didn't say we wouldn't hand it over, but money is tight. Please allow a few days, magistrate." Xia Baozi said very calmly.

Huang Butou looked at him, his eyes turned dark: "This jade pendant on your body is worth at least five taels of silver, right? If you have the money to buy this, but don't have the money to pay taxes? You treat me like a fool?"

"Oh, this..." Xia Baozi smiled indifferently, "This is from my ancestors, and I didn't buy it with money."

Ancestral?

Catcher Huang smiled.

Pingyang County is a big fart place, if someone has something rare, wouldn't he know it?

Why has he never heard of it, when did the Xia family have something handed down from their ancestors?
Besides, Xia Baozi is an orphan, he joined this family only when he was so poor that he was about to die of starvation. Where did his ancestors leave him a jade pendant?

Huang Butou was also a little angry.

This clearly means that you do not want to pay taxes.

"...My board is high-quality boxwood, and the price is not low. For your sake, Huang, I will give you a discount..." Xia Baozi was still talking about the compensation for the crooked door.

Huang Butou sneered lowly: "Do you think I will pay you back?"

"You can't deny your debt even if you're a headhunter, or we'll go to the county magistrate to reason." Xia Baozi said confidently.

Huang Butou smiled: "To reason in front of the magistrate? Do you believe that if I kill you today, the magistrate will still praise me?"

Xia Baozi was taken aback: "What did you say?"

brush!
Huang Butou drew out his official knife.

He was really angry.

Maybe the magistrate asked him to do the right thing.

Now it seems that killing one to warn others is the best way to deal with these gangsters.

It's useless to just talk, fists are the last word.

Seeing him pull out the knife, Xia Baozi's face showed obvious fear, but he still held back and said, "I don't believe it, your yamen dare to kill people in broad daylight?"

Huang Butou really didn't dare.

Although he has been a policeman for so many years, he has never killed anyone.

The small county government deals with ordinary people every day, and it is enough to move the board at most, and there are not so many major cases.

However, the knife has already been pulled out, so why should it be put back in such a disgraceful manner in front of Xia Baozi?
Then what prestige does he have as a headhunter?

Thinking of the magistrate's words in his heart, he strengthened his confidence and slowly raised the knife——

In the morning sun, the shiny blade shone with a palpitating light.

Xia Baozi panicked completely.

He's just a commoner who wants to live a peaceful life, and he doesn't want to die!
A strong regret rose in his heart.

However, before he could open his mouth to beg for mercy, the sharp knife had already swung over——

it's over...

These two words appeared in Xia Baozi's mind, and he closed his eyes in despair...

There was a clang, and the sound of knives colliding suddenly sounded in the small breakfast shop.

Xia Baozi subconsciously raised his hand to touch his neck.

Fortunately, fortunately, the head is still growing on the neck.

He opened his eyes with lingering fear, and saw that Huang Catcher's knife was blocked by another long sword, and stopped very close to him.

"Who are you?" Huang Butou looked at the man who was close at hand, and asked in a deep voice.

But there is no anger.

After all, he didn't really want to kill Xia Baozi, but just wanted to scare him. Someone suddenly ran out to stop him, and he was slightly relieved.

The man is of medium build, about thirty years old, and looks ordinary.

It is the kind of appearance that is difficult to be remembered in the crowd.

The man withdrew his sword and said indifferently, "The government in Pingyang County is so overbearing?"

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you." Huang Butou also took the knife back.

Xia Baozi secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"I think this matter has something to do with him." Qingluo's clear voice came from outside.

Huang Butou and other yamen servants turned around in surprise, and saw the magistrate in a blue official uniform with a serious expression, walking in from the outside.

Qingluo came in and stood still, staring at the man: "Who asked you to obstruct my tax collection affairs in Pingyang County?"

Catcher Huang let out an ah, and realized that the appearance of the man in front of him was not accidental.

However, why did the county magistrate know that someone appeared?

"Lord Liu is indeed as smart as the rumors say." The man spoke slowly, looking at Qingluo's eyes with a flash of amazement, then disappeared and returned to indifference.

(End of this chapter)