My bad words were heard by all the civil and military officials in the court

Emperor Jingming held back, holding his breath for a long time as he plucked the feathers of the chickens in the basin one by one.

He was a very clean person, and after pulling it out he checked it up and down for a long time, making sure that there was not a single strand left before he stopped.

"All right?"

Ye Shengxin walked over and took the clean pheasant back to the kitchen.

He chopped it into several pieces with a knife, put it into the boiling pot to remove the foam, then replaced the hot water and added various seasonings.

"By the way, little duck, it's still early, why don't you go to the village chief's house and help them with some work."

Emperor Jingming looked over, and Ye Shengxin looked back while washing rice.

"It's not like I'm asking you to help me for nothing. When you were sick and had a fever, the eggs and meat you ate were kindly sent by the village chief."

She knocked the edge of the pot with the shovel again, "If it weren't for the village chief's youngest son who was willing to take me and teach me in the mountains, we wouldn't be able to eat meat today."

"These are all favors, and they all need to be repaid."

"And we only have two taels of silver left. We are unfamiliar with this place and need the advice of the village chief. When I came back, I saw the village chief and his wife working in the fields, sweating profusely. Now that you are well, why don't you go and lend a hand?"

Most of the favors here were owed by Emperor Jingming, and Ye Shengxin had no psychological burden in giving him orders.

Emperor Jingming understood the reason and did not refute it.

He saw a hoe in the yard and asked, "Can you take the hoe with you?"

When Ye Shengxin came back, the village chief and his wife were weeding. They nodded when they heard this.

After Emperor Jingming asked about the location, he went there carrying a hoe.

In the kitchen, Ye Shengxin looked at the mushrooms that had not been used up, including the poisonous mushrooms mixed in, and was reluctant to waste them, so he cut them all into dry pieces and hung them outside to dry.

The mushrooms she picked with great difficulty can be eaten for several meals.

-

When Emperor Jingming found the village chief's field, he and his wife had just finished weeding the field.

After hearing Emperor Jingming's request, Village Chief Cui declined a few times, but finally, feeling that the other party wanted to repay him, he agreed.

"Now that the duckling is here, we old couple can finish our work earlier and go home earlier. Come with me."

Emperor Jingming followed the village chief back to his home. When he was confused, he saw the village chief's youngest son pouring buckets of well water into the toilet.

The stench inside and outside the courtyard was so overwhelming that Emperor Jingming couldn't help but frown.

What is this doing?

Village Chief Cui explained patiently, and Emperor Jingming's pupils trembled.

——Carrying manure to water the fields.

His vague memory told him that this was possible, but -

He looked at his palms which had no calluses at all.

Is he really going to pick up manure?

"Little duck, there are only four barrels here. You and I can take two each. When they are full, we can carry them to the fields together. In a few months, we will surely grow a good crop."

Village Chief Cui said with a smile that he was still waiting for some time to seriously teach Emperor Jingming the farming techniques.

"It's done. Little duck, pick up less. This is the shoulder pole. Be careful not to spill it on yourself, or your clothes will be hard to wash."

After saying this, the village chief picked up the shoulder pole and the dung bucket and went out as if following a demonstration.

Emperor Jingming endured the nausea that rose from his stomach from time to time and felt a little regretful.

Didn't Ye Xingxin say weeding? Why did it become carrying manure?

"vomit."

He rubbed his stomach and frowned. It smelled so bad that he really wanted to vomit.

If I had known earlier I wouldn't have come.

Although secretly regretting in his heart, Emperor Jingming still took the dung bucket from the village chief's youngest son Cui Luoshan, hung it on the shoulder pole, lifted it with force, and followed the village chief closely.

Afraid of being unable to catch up, Emperor Jingming sped up. Cui Luoshan saw him from afar and reminded him loudly:

"Little duck, slow down, or the manure will spill out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Jingming stepped on a small stone and stumbled, and two buckets that were eighty percent full of manure water spilled out.

The feces and water came from both sides, soaking the corners of Emperor Jingming's robe and the uppers of his shoes. He couldn't hold it in, so he put down the feces bucket and started vomiting beside it.

It stinks, it really stinks!

Only when his stomach could no longer produce anything did Emperor Jingming stand up and look back at the two buckets of manure that were still waiting there.

A nameless anger rushed to his head. He wanted to be angry, furious, and even more aggrieved.

Although he had lost his memory, he felt that he had never suffered such humiliation.

Emperor Jingming felt inexplicable sadness mixed with forced tears, rolled his eyes and almost fainted on the spot.

"Little duck, why don't I do it? You go back and take a shower and change your clothes." Cui Luoshan caught up and was about to take the carrying pole from Emperor Jingming's hand.

"No, I'll do it."

Emperor Jingming did not want to be looked down upon, so he hardened his heart, gripped the carrying pole tightly, and picked up the dung bucket again.

"I'll go back and wash the clothes. You can go back and do your work."

After saying this, Emperor Jingming hurriedly caught up with the village chief who was waiting for him.

The two of them went to the fields together. Emperor Jingming imitated the village chief and picked up a long ladle to fill it with manure water to irrigate the land.

"Little Duck, you've never done this before, have you?"

While busy, the village chief chatted with Emperor Jingming who was covering his nose.

"I think so, but I don't remember."

He looked at the sparse green seedlings in the field and asked casually, "Brother Cui, how much can you get when these seedlings grow?"

Village Chief Cui pounded his waist and smiled helplessly: "It's not much. Most of it has to be handed over to the government as tax silver. It's already very good for us peasants to keep a little as food for the winter."

Emperor Jingming frowned and said, "These young crops are to be used as tax silver, but what about the grains?"

"They have to pay. We can only keep 30% to 40%. The hardworking ones won't have enough to eat, but they won't starve to death. As for the lazy ones...it's going to be difficult."

"Does the court want you to hand over so many things?"

Emperor Jingming vaguely felt that this was unreasonable and even felt deeply angry.

If one family takes away so many things, then if all the millions of families are added together, wouldn’t the imperial court become like Zhou Baopi?

"Not only that, every household has to send two men to serve in the army. It's called military service."

Village Chief Cui said with tears in his eyes: "I haven't heard of any war in the court in the past two years. I thought I could live a comfortable life for two years, but I didn't expect that there would be one more person to be conscripted. My eldest son hasn't returned for five years, and I don't know whether he is alive or dead."

"I still haven't heard from my second son who was taken away last year. I don't know if he's alive or dead."

Village Chief Cui sighed, rubbed his presbyopic eyes, and wiped away his tears.

"My family is still good. I have three sons and one daughter. If the court's policy is implemented, I can still keep two of them by my side."

"Those families with few sons in the village were severely beaten and had to pay money as compensation before being let off by the vicious officials."

Emperor Jingming's face was as dark as ink, and his heart was burning with anger: "Don't local officials care about this phenomenon of arbitrary taxation?"

"Manage? They did it, how can we manage it?"

"Those masters said that they were following His Majesty's orders, and that the money and grain they collected were to be used to build a palace for the current emperor on Fanzhou Mountain called a wine pool and meat forest."

"They say that the king should enjoy the world's pleasures."

Village Chief Cui said "Pooh"

"Such a hedonistic tyrant who exploits the people's wealth will die a miserable death sooner or later!"

"Boss, what are you talking about?"

Village chief Cui’s wife couldn’t stand it anymore, and was afraid that her husband would say something bad, so she picked up a clod of earth and threw it at him.

The clod of earth fell squarely into the manure bucket at Emperor Jingming's feet.

The manure and water splashed all over his face and body.

"vomit!"

Emperor Jingming wiped his face, covered his stomach, and began to retch again due to nausea.

The word "tyrant" sounded like a loud slap in the face, causing his blood to boil inexplicably.

There is also a deep sense of powerlessness and anger.

Emperor Jingming accompanied the village chief and his wife until night fell, and then he walked towards the temporary courtyard.

Along the way, he was thinking about the wrongness of the local arbitrary taxation.

It stands to reason that even if the emperor behaved in an absurd manner, local officials would not make a big fuss about it.

And those palaces with their feasting and drinking let the people know that the oppression was simply forcing them to rebel.

Is the emperor really so foolish?

Or are local officials deceiving their superiors and subordinates with the intention of causing a civil unrest in the area?

Thinking of the fact that two able-bodied men were conscripted from the Heping Shengshi family, Emperor Jingming's eyes became deep. There must be something fishy going on here!

"Little duck, wash your hands..." Ye Shengxin heard the noise and saw Emperor Jingming coming in. She was about to tell him to wash his hands, but a foul smell repelled her.

"Ugh!" "Ugh!"

Ye Erya and the big and small donkeys couldn't stand the stench and started to retch one after another.

Did this human fall into a cesspool? Why does he smell so pungent?

"vomit!"

Ye Shengxin also started to retch and had to cover her nose and stay away from him.

"What did you do when you went out? Why do you stink so much?"

Having said this, Emperor Jingming held his breath and went back to his room to wash up.

An hour later.

Ye Shengxin looked at the people who were still struggling with cold water in the house. He had no choice but to pick up the cold chicken stewed with mushrooms and put it back into the pot for another rinse.

A quarter of an hour later.

Emperor Jingming sat opposite Ye Shengxin, picked up the bowl and picked up a piece of chicken to put into his mouth.

It tasted surprisingly good, so he served himself another bowl of soup.

The ghost in the mirror watched helplessly as Emperor Jingming and Ye Shengxin put the poisonous mushroom soup into their mouths one after another.

He was secretly excited and looking forward to it.

After a quarter of an hour, they will start to have stomachaches, and after half an hour, coffins can be prepared for them.

After they finished eating, Ye Xingxin touched his stomach, pointed at the empty bowl and said lazily:

"Little Duck, I'll cook and you'll wash the dishes, neither of us should be lazy."

Emperor Jingming looked at the rice-stained dishes and chopsticks on the table. Being a clean person, he felt a little disgusted, but didn't say anything.

He put the bowl aside and started washing it silently.

Ye Shengxin also went to wash himself. After he finished, he lay down on the bed and prepared to go to sleep, when he suddenly felt a dull pain in his stomach.

Then she felt dizzy and nauseous. Ye Shengxin kept coughing uncomfortably. The circles of white halos in front of her eyes made her eyesight worse and everything she saw became shaky.

【What's wrong with me? 】

Outside the door, Emperor Jingming, who lived opposite Ye Shengxin, also covered his stomach.

His face turned pale and his stomach ached badly. When he heard that Ye Shengxin was also in pain, his heart trembled.

Both of them are feeling unwell. How should we go and see a doctor in this situation?

Is it the mushrooms' problem?

[Did I eat some hallucinogenic mushrooms?]

[But I asked the village chief to check it before I brought it back. Could it be that the village chief's eyesight is not good enough and he didn't find it? ]

"Hallucinogenic mushrooms?"

As soon as Emperor Jingming said this, an ocean suddenly appeared in front of him. He appeared in the ocean alone on a boat, and huge waves hit him.

He lost his balance and fell into the sea.

"Help, help, I fell into the sea, help... help... help!"

Emperor Jingming was floating up and down in the sea and felt that he was about to drown.

In reality, he stumbled and swam out of the yard, flapping his limbs and constantly calling for help.

Cui Luoshan and Village Chief Cui, who had just delivered something to the village's second uncle and were preparing to go home, heard the noise here and hurriedly kicked the door and walked in.

As soon as he came in, he saw Emperor Jingming lying on the ground, and he reached out to hug the big white duck that came to look at him curiously.

The duck was uncomfortable being held, and it flapped its wings in his face while struggling, and Emperor Jingming panicked.

"Don't move, don't move. Save me. When I reach the shore, I will make you a general and reward you with a thousand taels of gold."

Ye Erya didn't listen. He angrily pecked the man who was holding him tightly and refused to let go.

The beak fell on his head again and again, pecking off a lot of his hair.

In the house, Ye Shengxin's shouting could be heard.

"Monster, where are you running to? Take this stick from me!"

"Master, Master, she is the White Bone Demon in disguise. She is a monster. You can't chase me away!"

"You old monk who doesn't know how to adapt, I won't serve you anymore!"

"Hahahaha, National Father, I have come to a different planet. I will contact you right away. Just wait."

"Don't pull me out, my leaves will become bald. When I grow longer, I will have a green hat in the spring."

……

Listening to the two people's confusing words, the Cui father and son looked at each other.

Cui Luoshan slapped his thigh and said, "Dad, did you fail to check the mushrooms that Daya brought back tonight?"

“They’re hallucinating!”

Village Chief Cui panicked and tried to find a solution: "Luoshan, hurry up, go and call the doctor over."

"Wait, it will be faster if you take the donkey with you."

Cui Luoshan left with the two donkeys.

The ghost in the mirror looked at Emperor Jingming lying on the ground and sneered.

Looking for a doctor?

It’s too late. These two people cannot be saved. Let’s prepare coffins and bury them.

"quack……"

Ye Erya found an opportunity to struggle out. The yard door was open, and it flapped its wings and ran out.

Emperor Jingming, who now regarded himself as one of the ducks, hurriedly chased after him.

"Brother Erya, wait for me, wait for the little duck. I can't run fast, please don't leave the little duck behind."

Village Chief Cui was slow on his feet and failed to stop Emperor Jingming, so he had to chase him out.

Just as he was about to catch up, Ye Shengxin walked out of the house.

His eyes looked around and finally headed towards the well next to him.

"Water me, water me quickly, I'm withering."

Her voice was filled with worry. She lifted the cover of the well and was about to jump down. Village Chief Cui was so frightened that he ran over and grabbed her with all his might.

"Big Duck, you can't throw it!"

"Let go, don't pull out my leaves. Can't you see I'm withered?" Ye Shengxin struggled free and tried to jump into the well again.

Village Chief Cui pulled her and pushed her back into the house. Fearing that she would take advantage of his old age and not be obedient, he found a rope to tie her hands and feet.

"Water, give me water quickly, my leaves are turning yellow!" Ye Shengxin struggled hard.

Village Chief Cui was sweating profusely: "Da Ya, it is my old eyesight that has harmed you. Just wait until the doctor comes and you can take the medicine and you will be fine."

-

Ye Erya, the big white duck, was frightened and flew to the duck pen of a farmer in the village, quacking all the way.

This farmer lives in a remote area, and happened to be out visiting relatives today, leaving only his deaf mother at home, so he could not hear any noise from the duck pen.

Emperor Jingming chased into the duck pen and saw more than thirty ducks. He was instantly excited.

These are all troops wearing colorful armor.

"My heavenly soldiers and generals, hahahahahahaha… God help me, I have divine soldiers and generals."

Emperor Jingming pointed at one of the aggressive black-headed ducks and said, "From today on, I order you to be the General of the Northern Expedition. Bring your troops to help me conquer other countries and unify the world."

The black-headed duck is the boss here, and it feels provoked when being pointed at by this human.

It pounced on him, squawking and trying to peck him.

When the younger brothers behind him saw that their boss had come out, they all stepped forward.

More than thirty ducks formed a siege and surrounded Emperor Jingming in the middle.

"You are rebelling! I have been so good to you, yet you want to rebel? I will kill all your clans!"