Time travel rebellion, I'm serious

"Master Ge, please walk slowly!"

At the entrance of Wangjia Village, Wang Sanshui was saying goodbye to Ge Ziming with a smile on his face.

At this time, Ge Ziming shook his body with a satisfied look on his face, lifted his belt, then patted Wang Sanshui and said:

"Brother, don't blame me for not reminding you. To be honest, I have already taken a lot of risks by lowering your taxes, and you know that."

"I understand," Wang Sanshui nodded repeatedly and said with some confusion: "Master Ge, can't the tax really be lowered?"

Ge Ziming shook his head and said: "It's already very low. The imperial court asked for an increase of [-]% in food collection. Plus those miscellaneous taxes, I guess it's already difficult enough for you."

"Look at me now, I only collect [-]% of the grain, and other donations and taxes are exempted. We really can't lower it any more."

"I will add back what I have reduced from other places. I can't keep lowering it for you and make it difficult for people in other places to survive."

As he spoke, Ge Ziming showed a look of sorrow on his face and said, "I also know that the people are suffering, but with this Bailian trouble, who doesn't suffer!"

"But brother, I don't have any good solution. I can only suffer the hardships of the people in other places!"

Wang Sanshui felt sick in his heart after listening to Ge Ziming's words, but there was nothing he could do.

Because there is very little food collected now, many villages and towns outside Hetu Mountain have already collected all the food.

This is not enough, I heard that many people still owe money and food to the court.

It is said that many people not only sold their homes, but also their wives and children.

He even sold himself and still didn't pay back.

It can be described as extremely miserable.

And now he still doesn't know how much taxes are collected by other companies in Hetu Mountain.

However, a letter came from Heifeng Village last night, saying that Bai Lian would charge [-]%. If Ge Ziming came to collect it, it should be [-]%.

Then he thanked Ge Ziming repeatedly, "Thank you Lord Ge, thank you Lord Ge!"

After that, he waved his hand and asked someone to come out with a small box and said to Ge Ziming:

"Small idea, no respect."

Although Ge Ziming was happy in his heart, he did not show it on his face. Instead, he said seriously:

"Wang Xiandi is indeed a kind gentleman of our court. I will definitely mention Xiandi more often in front of the governor."

Wang Sanshui smiled repeatedly and said, "Thank you very much!"

Soon, Ge Ziming said goodbye to Wang Sanshui and led his troops towards Liu Wu's territory.

At this time, the clerk next to him asked: "Sir, this southeast area is only a mere twelve villages, how much oil and water can you tell me we can blast out?"

Ge Ziming sneered and said: "Twelve villages are also villages. As long as they hand over all their food, they can be as good as twenty or so villages."

"Besides, the force they have settled there has only lasted two months. It seems that they lack the endorsement of me, Da Gan. This is an opportunity. I believe they will seize it."

When the clerk heard this, he flattered him repeatedly and said, "My lord, you are wise."

Then he asked about his doubts: "It's just, sir, the southeastern part of the county belongs to the Zhang family, so this force rashly settled in?"

Ge Ziming waved his hand and said: "This has nothing to do with us. They have moved in for two months and have not seen any reaction from this family. Why are we so careless!"

As he said that, he glanced at the clerk and said: "If they have a conflict, the government will also benefit. When the government mediates, they will have to set aside some fields. When the time comes, you, the Sun family, can fight for these fields. I think it’s enough for you.”

The clerk was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly in thanks.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir."

"Ok!"

Ge Ziming nodded without saying a word, lowered the curtain and let the bearer continue on his way.

The clerk, on the other hand, kept looking happy and no longer disturbed Ge Ziming's rest.

Soon, they reached the southeastern border at noon and were bumped into by the patrolling cavalry.

"Who is coming?"

The leader of the cavalry was none other than Cheng Huaiyuan, who brought the bandits back to Luoze two days ago, which really made his reputation widely spread among the refugees.

It made the refugees look at him differently, especially some widows or older girls, who looked at him differently.

For a time, Cheng Huaiyuan was so frightened that he applied to serve as a cavalryman to patrol the border that day.

No, on the second day after arriving, he saw a group of people of unknown origin.

The leader was sitting in a sedan chair, followed by many soldiers.

Although these soldiers looked strong, we could tell from their loose pace and formation.

This is a group of servants who have taken up arms. They probably haven't even trained in a decent military formation.

It's okay to bully the common people, but it's not good enough to face Cheng Huaiyuan.

Cheng Huaiyuan was confident enough that he could defeat the cavalry with a single charge and then annihilate them all.

However, these people seemed to be used to it. When faced with soldiers riding tall horses and wearing armor, not only were they not afraid, but they scolded:

I saw a subordinate next to the sedan walking up to Cheng Huaiyuan and scolding: "Who are you? I didn't know that this was Master Ge's arrival, so you didn't kneel down to welcome him!"

Cheng Huaiyuan was immediately confused by the scolding from the clerk.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look to his left and right, and behind him, there were eleven menacing cavalrymen. Then he looked at the mere dozen infantrymen in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"By the way, this subordinate is not a fucking idiot, is he?"

"Where did he get the courage to scold them cavalry?"

However, when Cheng Huaiyuan thought of the subordinate officials' attire and the so-called Mr. Ge, he knew that he was a grain collector.

Thinking of this, Cheng Huaiyuan didn't tolerate him, he whipped out his whip, landed heavily on the clerk's face, and said coldly:

"You are so arrogant as a subordinate, who gave you the courage?"

"Tell me, who are you? What are you doing here?"

The clerk's face was beaten to pieces, his mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't speak at all.

Seeing this, Ge Ziming opened the curtain and looked at the clerk, then at Cheng Huaiyuan, his face gloomy.

I thought that in the past few years in Changsha County, he had always held high positions and been supported by everyone.

Even Ma Bukui, who was famous all over Hetu Mountain, did not dare to do this in front of him.

But today someone dared to beat his subordinates, and then said coldly:

"I am the grain collection officer of Da Gan. Who are you? You actually beat me, the official of Da Gan, in public!!"

Cheng Huaiyuan tilted his head when he heard this and asked doubtfully: "The grain collection officer of Daqian?"

"I guess you are here to collect grain. Tell me, how much do you want to collect?"

Ge Ziming looked at Cheng Huaiyuan in front of him. After hearing his identity, he not only did not dismount, but hurriedly led the way. He spoke so casually, then looked gloomy and said coldly:

"You kid can make the decision?"

Cheng Huaiyuan nodded: "Yes!"

"If that's the case, then you can just hand over [-]%!"

Cheng Huaiyuan laughed angrily, this special girl has such a big appetite.

"Ten percent! This requires us to hand over all the food!"

Then he said, "Dagan clearly stated that the tax rate is [-]%, so why did it become [-]%?"

Ge Ziming snorted and said: "The battle between the imperial court and the White Lotus rebels is about to begin. In order to ensure that the soldiers on the front line are well fed, we naturally need enough food."

"By the way, each of your twelve villages will send out 15 strong men to serve on the front line."

Cheng Huaiyuan took a deep breath and said, "What if we don't want to?"

"If you don't pay, you are a traitor. When the time comes, my army of heavenly soldiers will arrive in a moment and crush you traitors."

Cheng Huaiyuan smiled and couldn't help but shook his head. This so-called Master Ge really couldn't see the form clearly.

Then he pulled out the steel knife, pointed it at them, and said coldly: "All of them put down their weapons and kneel on the ground, or no one will be left alive."

After saying that, a group of cavalry immediately opened up their formation, set up their spears, and pointed their bright spearheads at Ge Ziming and the others.

"Ten Xi, there are still people standing, die!"

When Ge Ziming heard this, he glared angrily: "How dare you!"