The Peach Blossom Luck of Rebirth

Chapter 697
"Yuanhao! I've troubled you!" Zhao Feixue said gratefully.

"It's okay! You've been running all the way with me, you're tired!" Li Yuanhao said.

Zhao Feixue drank sour plum soup, although the soup was sour, but after drinking it, his heart was sweet and greasy.

That night, Li Yuanhao and Zhao Feixue fell asleep in an embrace.

Originally, they could have a good dream, but in the middle of the night, they were awakened from the dream by the sound of dogs barking.

Then, the courtyard door slammed violently.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" I could faintly hear miserable cries from the village.

The sound of chickens flying and dogs jumping over the wall, the cries of children, the laments of adults, and the overbearing voices of tax collectors...all the sounds disturbed Li Yuanhao and Zhao Feixue so that they could no longer sleep.

Originally, I went to the village to stay overnight, but I didn't want to lose the environment for a good night's sleep.

Li Yuanhao put on a piece of clothing, motioned Zhao Feixue not to get up, and walked out of the room by himself.

I saw Zhang Erwan and his wife begging the fierce tax collector outside at the gate of the courtyard, saying:

"Officer! I beg you! Our family really has no surplus food! If we pay, our family will starve to death! Please be merciful, official! When we have a bumper harvest next year, we will make up for this year's surplus food!"

"No! According to the orders of the two Marquis, every farmer in the three counties of Zhentian, Yulin, and Changdu in the Jingtian Dynasty must pay within three days! There must be no mistakes, and those who violate the criminal law will be served!" The tax collectors outside the courtyard were vicious. say.

No matter how much Zhang Erwan and his wife begged, the tax collector was unmoved.

The tax collector ordered more than a dozen local ruffians to collect, and slammed a piece of wood as thick as a bowl against the gate of the courtyard. With a bang, the courtyard door was knocked open, and the paunchy tax collectors and the local ruffians swarmed in.

"Take away all the surplus grain for me!" the tax collector ordered, and a dozen gangsters took action.

Zhang Erwan and his wife wanted to stop them, but they were punched in the stomach by a gangster. Zhang Erwan squatted on the ground and could not get up. His wife went up to comment, but was slapped by another gangster, bleeding.

There was not much food left, and the tax collector was very dissatisfied, so he signaled the gangster to go and get the valuables at home.

Going to catch the chickens in the chicken coop and the cows in the cowshed, the yard is filled with the sound of chickens flying and dogs barking.

Zhang Erwan and his wife felt extremely desperate, crying: "God! What a crime! How can we live in this world!"

This miserable scene made Li Yuanhao's heart ache like a needle cone, so he stood up and yelled at the fat tax collector and more than a dozen gangsters: "Stop!"

The tax collector and more than a dozen gangsters noticed that there was still a son standing in the courtyard. The tax collector squinted at Li Yuanhao and said, "Hey! You dare to meddle in my business! If you are sensible, get out of here!"

The other gangsters waved their fists and said to Li Yuanhao: "You boy deserves a beating! Get out!"

Zhang Erwan and his wife also tugged on Li Yuanhao's clothes, signaling to leave this matter alone, they couldn't afford to mess with it.But Li Yuanhao showed no fear, and confronted the fat tax collector: "You are forcing taxes in the middle of the night! What is the difference from robbery!"

"Damn it! I think you don't want to live anymore! Someone is here! Take him down! Beat him hard!" the tax collector said threateningly.

Soon, more than a dozen gangsters surrounded Li Yuanhao like an iron bucket.

It was too late, but it was too late, when more than a dozen gangsters shot, a strong man flashed out from the side, it was Liu Yunxiang.

"Damn it! Another one is meddling in Lao Tzu's business! Hurry up! Take down these two guys together! There will be a big reward for taking them down!"

The order from the fat tax collector cheered up more than a dozen gangsters, each of them clenched their fists and attacked from different directions.

(End of this chapter)