Dressed as a farmer's little blessing, the road to escape the deserted

Mrs. Li was watching the fun with Jiayin in her arms, her back straight.Having many sons and a thriving population is the biggest strength of their Li family.

Holding the roster and charcoal pencils given to him by the village head, Li Laoer had already calculated the grain tax to be paid by each household before the yamen servants arrived.

Qingshui Village has a small population, so the government only sent two servants over.

From a long distance, everyone saw a donkey cart approaching the village entrance.

When the donkey cart approached, two yamen servants from the shaft jumped down, one tall and thin, the other short and fat, looking quite happy.

"Yo! Your village is having a good time this year. It's useless for us to go door to door to remind you." The tall and thin yamen servant had a sarcastic expression on his face, and his words were ambiguous.

The short and fat yamen servant did not speak, walked to the nearest bag of grain with a sullen face, and kicked it, "This year's harvest is good, and the tax and grain must be paid in full. Don't just rely on being a soldier to be with the court." Play tricks and take advantage."

"The official is really good at joking. Our village pays the most in taxes and food every year. Back then we were able to shed blood for the court, but now we are still short of a few catties of food." The village chief felt angry when he heard their bad words. The response was also harsh.

The rest of the villagers looked at the yamen servant with a bad expression.

These government servants who rely on people's power are nothing at all. They have nothing to say, but they bully the people under the banner of county magistrates on weekdays.

Moreover, the iron-clad yamen servants and the flowing county magistrates, no matter whether the county magistrates are clean or corrupt, these yamen servants are not affected. How should they bully the people or continue to bully them?

The two yamen servants naturally saw the eyes of the villagers, but they were not afraid, and their eyes were still very disdainful.

It's just a group of useless people who were abandoned by the court, what kind of moths can they make, and it's good to be alive.

The tall and thin yamen servant sneered, and took out a booklet with the land and population numbers of Qingshui Village.

"A new family has settled in your village a while ago? There is no harvest this year, so his family will start paying the grain tax next year." The tall and thin yamen servant turned two pages and said to the village chief.

The village chief nodded and looked at Li Li's family.

Li Laoer stood up in good time, carrying a basket of apples and pears in his hand, and smiled and greeted, "Master, what you are talking about is our family, thank you for your understanding, the two masters keep these fruits. Quenching your thirst on the road is also good."

These apples and pears were all "picked up" by Li Laosi from the mountain. Not to mention these yamen servants, even the county magistrates in Junyang County may not be able to eat such good quality fruits.

The yamen servant knew the goods, and saw that it was a good thing, his eyes lit up immediately, and he smiled at Li's second child, "You are sensible."

He carried the basket, turned it upside down, and was even more satisfied.

"This is all as it should be. It's too hard for the official to come all the way. We don't have any good things in this remote village, and only this fruit is not bad. It's our blessing that the official doesn't dislike it." Mr. Li Erdui had a smiling face, the words were flattering but not annoying, which made the faces of the two yamen servants look even better.

The short and fat yamen servant came over, looked at the basket of fruit with his head, and moved his throat slightly.

Seeing this, Li Laoer quickly took out two yellow pears, wiped them on his clothes, and stuffed them into the hands of the two yamen servants.

"You two officials, it's still early, it's not too late, let's taste a pear and rest for a while."

Naturally, the two yamen servants would not refuse, and they ate with great mouthfuls. They all liked the sweet pears.

Li Lao Er took advantage of this opportunity to gossip occasionally, and soon started talking and laughing.

"The official doesn't know that our family also escaped from the famine. We saw too many victims of starvation along the way. There are still harvests in our fields, and there are no wild vegetables and weeds on our side. Speaking of ordinary people It's not easy to live..."

When the tall and thin yamen servant heard this, he asked, "Where did your family come from?"

"Beyond the Great Wall," Li Lao Er hurriedly replied, "I ran away from the famine for a month, but fortunately, I met a nobleman who took our family on a boat, and that's how I arrived here."

The tall and thin yamen servant nodded and sighed, "My uncle's family is also outside the Great Wall. When I heard the news a few days ago, it was said that there were no people there. You are lucky."

"My condolences to the official, none of our folks over there survived, and too few survived." Li Laoer sighed, taking the opportunity to brush up his favor, "If the official wants to eat something outside the Great Wall in the future, come to my house Sit down?"

"It's just a casual talk." The tall and thin yamen servant gnawed the pear in his hand, then got up, and patted his companion, "Go and do the calculations, and go back to deal with the errand."

The chunky yamen servant had already finished eating, and upon hearing what he said, he got up and took a bucket to weigh the grain.

According to the rules of previous years, it is their benefit to collect the grain scattered on the ground when the bucket is filled to the brim with a kick.

But the short and fat servant was about to lift his foot, but was stopped by the tall and thin servant, "Let's forget this year."

The chunky guard frowned. This "kicking" is a must every year. The county magistrate is a shrewd person. They don't have much benefit on weekdays, and they all rely on their fat purses in autumn.

The tall and thin yamen servant did not explain much, and began to calculate the grain handed in by each family according to the number in the register.

The villagers were not stupid, they all saw that the tall and thin government servant was "bought" by Li's second son, so they quickly weighed him, packed them into bags, and put them on the donkey cart.

After the two yamen servants had to be sent away, everyone happily hugged the surplus food they had saved, and thanked Li Laoer one after another.

"It's really thanks to Yu Sheng, otherwise we would have been deducted more food this year!"

"That's right! Yusheng is really amazing, he saved us a lot of food!"

"The Li family are all good people, they have helped us a lot these days!"

Hearing the compliments from the villagers one after another, the Li family members were all happy, and the exhaustion from the whole morning's work disappeared instantly.

In the afternoon, the villagers sent another wave of things to Li's house. If the family has a lot of fields, they will give ten catties or twenty catties of sorghum. If the family's life is difficult, it is dried vegetables and mushrooms. In short, they are doing their best.

The Li family also accepted them generously, which made the villagers feel that the Li family was really worthy.

On the second day after paying the grain tax, the temperature dropped sharply, and an autumn rain poured down the coolness.

The villagers can safely hide from the rain at home, but the Liu family is completely dumbfounded.

Before their family had to pay the grain tax, Liu Tiezhu reluctantly went to the field to collect some of the grain and came back after being urged by Mrs. Guo day and night.

I thought that after the grain tax was paid, the remaining grain would be collected slowly.Unexpectedly, this autumn rain directly broke all plans.

"What sin did I do, to spread your prodigal stuff? The good grain was not harvested, and it was all taken by the rain..." Mrs. Guo thought of the unharvested grain in the field, sitting on the kang and patting her thigh cry.

All the grain collected was taxed, and the family didn't have any grain in stock. How could their family survive the winter!

"Mom, who are you talking about? Tie Zhu has a backache, so it would be nice to get back the taxed grain. On the contrary, the second brother has been fooling around in the county town, doing nothing!" Su Niang listened to Guo. When Shi said that, he immediately became unhappy.