Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 119: Mountain Qi is a bandit?

On the cart, Tang Liangcai, who was in Guqi Town, Cangxia City, was lying on the grain pile, with his legs crossed, his eyes squinted, basking in the sun.

More than a dozen fierce market tyrants recruited temporarily followed around the cart and acted as temporary government servants.

Tang Liangcai was not worried about being beaten, let alone being robbed of food.

The world is chaotic, but few dare to oppose the officials.

Those road blockers bullied unarmed ordinary people after all.

There is no other reason why he has recruited so many people. If he encounters stupid people who are crying and crying, and unwilling to pay taxes, they can only force taxes!

"Master Tang, Shanqi Village has arrived."

The cart shook people to sleep, and stared in a daze, the flattering voice next to his ear woke up Tang Liangcai.

"Well, so fast?"

He yawned and sat up.

"Chen Jiaofu, the head of Shanqi Household, paid homage to Mr. Tang. Mr. Tang was exhausted by the boat and the car. It was very hard work. The villain has prepared thin wine. Please get off the car and rest."

The head of Shanqi Village——Chen Jiaofu, leaning on a cane, bowed tremblingly.

"Oh, Mr. Chen is being polite. Why do you need to mobilize people so much for a routine matter?"

Tang Liangcai got out of the car, and bowed his hands politely in return, feeling very happy in his heart.

He just likes the stern look of the head of the Shanqi household, which makes him look like an official.

"Where is there, Mr. Tang is honest and honest, and the villain is vividly remembered. It is also the wish of the people to prepare a little wine..."

Chen Jiaofu coaxed Tang Liangcai into the entrance of the village by flattering him.

At this time, a straw shed and a table have been set up at the entrance of the village.

After Tang Liangcai took his seat, Chen Jiaofu hurriedly ordered the juniors around him to inform the villagers to pay taxes and food.

"Little six, hurry up and beat the gong, and notify every household to pay the autumn grain."

"Hey."

The young man nodded, and rushed to the village. After a while, the gong sounded, urging him to pay for the food.

At this time, the market tyrants who followed Tang Liangcai also got busy, setting tables and setting up taxes, they were too busy.

It is naturally profitable to make such a group of tired hooligans so diligent.

The world is chaotic, the year is poor, every summer rent and autumn tax, some people can't pay the rent, try to shoddy it, and get away with it.

Grain mixed with soil can be found everywhere.

At this time, it is time for them to use their skills, ranging from intimidation and double punishment, to ransacking their homes and fishing in troubled waters.

Can you be so diligent?

When these idlers and local ruffians were ready, the villagers of Shanqi also came in twos and threes carrying food.

At a glance, the villagers walking in front were flushed and beaming, and they had no fear of the autumn tax.

The tyrants in the market didn't take it seriously either.

The first batch to come out must be rich households in the village, so naturally they have no fear.

Sure enough, this group of villagers stepped forward one by one, poured the rice in the bag into the tax dendrobium, and saw that the dendrobium man wiped the mouth of the dendrobium casually, and there was still a surplus of grain falling down. Needless to say, the village was undoubtedly rich.

"Chen Sangou, pay the tax."

A shout made the villager look happy, and amidst the sound of thanks again and again, he knelt down beside the tax dendrobium and took the missing grain, including the soil and grain, back to the grain bag.

That stingy look made the tyrants in the market curl their lips with disdain.

Tang Liangcai, who was sitting under the shed, drank some wine and ate small dishes amidst Chen Jiaofu's disgusting compliments, and occasionally glanced at him without paying attention.

However, as he ate, he felt something was wrong.

Taxes went so well.

In the past, it was either short of catties or two, or mixed with mud and soil, making up for laughter and begging for mercy, one after another, it was extremely lively.

Today is good, all of them are fully taxed.

So anomalous.

Don't say that Tang Liangcai felt something was wrong, even the tyrants around him would look at each other from time to time.

There are even more grumpy men who grab the grain and empty it to see if there is any dust or mud mixed with it.

However, no matter how they checked, they couldn't find anything wrong.

In the middle of the day, Shanqi Village paid taxes, and there was no tax evasion.

"Chen Laozhi's village is well managed. This is the first time I've seen that the whole village pays all taxes without missing a single one."

"Oh, it's Master Tang who taught us well. Last time, Master Tang said that the imperial court was fighting outside and protecting us well. How could the soldiers be hungry..."

Chen Jiaofu nodded and bowed, with an apologetic smile on his face.

Tang Liangcai tried it out, and seeing that Chen Jiaofu was quite tight-lipped, he stopped asking, and yelled at his subordinates to load the tax and food into the car, and rushed to the next village.

Accompanied by Chen Jiao, he sent Lizheng's chariot and horses one mile out of the village, and then stopped.

"Uncle, have we...passed this level?"

Xiao Liuzi, who was following behind, looked at the convoy going away, and asked quickly.

"Bless the gods, it's over."

Chen Jiao sighed again and again, recalling the hesitation a few days ago, an unspeakable emotion accumulated in his chest, and he couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes.

……

Let's say that after Tang Liangcai's convoy left the boundary of Shanqi Village, it suddenly stopped at a fork in the road.

But at the fork in the road, there was a skinny young man standing.

The young man trotted to the side of the cart and said with a smile on his face, "Master, are you calling me?"

——He is an internal agent bought by Tang Liangcai, basically every village under his jurisdiction has such a person.

Tang Liangcai sat up and asked, "This year, there was a drought in March and a flood in March. All the towns and villages suffered from poor crop harvests. Your village is doing well. Every family has enough tax and enough food. What happened?"

The young man's face changed slightly when he heard the words, and he lowered his voice in fear and trepidation: "I don't know something, the village has a real god."

Tang Liangcai's expression froze suddenly: "What did you say?"

Seeing that Tang Liangcai didn't believe it, the man hurriedly told the whole story about "sacrificing incense to ancestors and gods appearing in spirits" in the village.

Tang Liangcai finished listening, and said with a thoughtful look on his face: "I see, you go back, don't let others know that I called you."

"I know that."

The man nodded repeatedly, turned into the farmland beside the road, took a small path and left.

"My lord, are there really gods?"

A man in the market next to the cart looked at the man in Shanqi Village who was going away, and looked at Tang Liangcai nervously.

"Damn! What a god, why did you go to the summer rent?"

Unexpectedly, Tang Liangcai spit at his feet, and then shouted: "Hurry up, go back to the city!"

"Master, what, what's the matter?"

The vicious man in the market looked stunned... Since there are no gods, why are you panicking?
"Can't you see it? This Shanqi Village has either opened up wasteland or become a road blocker. This year's situation is so bad that people are going to starve to death. Where can we open up wasteland? Even good fields can't grow food. , Can such high-quality grain be grown in wasteland? I think this is most likely a bandit who robbed grain merchants from other places, and only other places have this high-quality grain."

As Lizheng in charge of household registration and tax payment, Tang Liangcai has been dealing with food all his life. He knows where the land of Bamin is fertile and where the land is poor.

There is no other explanation for the current situation other than being a bandit.

As for the ancestral apparition?

He had only heard of it, treating children with fright, headaches and brain fever, and blessing male children... etc., but he hadn't heard of this kind of supernatural method.

If you really have this magical power, what about Taoist temples and Buddhist halls?
(End of this chapter)