I walk the career line in dog blood
Chapter 54
The villagers who were wondering how to divide the pork were stunned.
"Huang Laocai?" The villagers recognized him.
"He's Huang Laocai? The rich man from the next village? The one who drove the tenants to death a few days ago? I heard that his family has something to do with the county officials."
An Yinong couldn't help but take a second look: Is this the protagonist's father?
The village chief's beard stood on end: "Huang Laocai, so many mountains, why did your family come down from them?"
"Then you can say that it didn't come from my mountain? Can you guarantee it?" Huang Laocai stroked his beard and said proudly, "I said they came from my mountain. I've seen them."
The village chief choked, he was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe: "Huang Laocai, don't go too far!"
"Excessive?" Huang Laocai laughed, "Do you want me to go to the official review?"
The village chief was furious, but there was nothing he could do.If the official came, the pork could not be kept, and there might be something missing.
Official difference, that is worse than locusts.Locusts only eat food, but officials even eat people.
As soon as the word "official messenger" came out, the villagers present seemed to be naturally suppressed and could no longer speak.Even the always shrewd and decisive old village chief just trembled his mouth and cursed: "Huang Laocai, you will get retribution for doing such a sinful thing!"
"Retribution? Haha, I've never been afraid of retribution in my life." Landlord Huang waved his hand, "Take it away, take it away!"
The thugs came to lift the pig, but the surrounding villagers dared not stop them.
"But this is obviously our pig." A villager burst into tears, "Our family is almost out of food, ahhhh—"
He seemed to be foolishly about to rush out, but was stopped by his wife who came with him. His wife patted him on the shoulder several times, crying and yelling: "You are crazy, what if you leave our mother and daughter behind? ?”
"But I killed it, it was my pig, my pig!"
Who doesn't know?It's just that Huang Laocai brought a dozen thugs with weapons. Whether he was reasonable or not, a knife could turn him into a rationale.
An Yinong, who was in the crowd, watched Landlord Huang complacently directing people to carry the three pigs away. The villagers hated their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.
He remembered that in that plot, the protagonist did eat wild boar meat one day.But he thought the fishy smell was bad, so he ate a small piece and threw it to the dog.
It turned out that this is how the piece of wild boar came from.
The wild boar incident is over, but life continues. The farmers can only continue to eat grass roots and chaff, while expecting that the court will distribute relief food.
But they didn't wait for the relief food, but they waited for the news of the tax increase.
"I heard that there is a war, and they are raising food for the army."
Tax increase?
The villagers who heard the news were completely blinded, not knowing who they were, where they were, and what they were doing.
But their bewilderment did not prevent everything from going in the direction they did not want-the general who raised the rations had already arrived, leading his troops.
"If you don't feed my soldiers, how can they defend their homes and the country?" This sentence was circulated in private, and it was said that the general said it, but no one knew whether it was true or not.
The only thing that is certain is that the tax officials really started collecting food everywhere.All the big families in the county have been patronized, and cartloads of grain have been pulled out.
After that, it became more and more serious. Except for roadside beggars, people have to be taxed.There are even rumors that the next step is to recruit soldiers and fight wars.
When people were panicking, the tax collector came.Tall and big officials with whips and knives in their hands started from the entrance of the village and collected them from house to house.
Tian Xi's house is at the entrance of the village.
An Yinong stood by the fence and saw them driving the carriage, so he opened the door first.
"You two officials," he said, with a good face that he never had before, "it's hard work in the hot weather, drink some water."
The tax official looked at him in surprise, and the villagers around here trembled when they saw the official's legs. It is rare to see such calm.
"Don't bother," the tax officer pulled out the document, "Your name is Tian Xi? You are the only one in the family? Two acres of inferior land... Well, thirty catties of grain should be paid."
One mu of low-grade land can produce 150 catties of grain in non-disaster years, and this tax is ten to one tax collected in non-disaster years.For farmers who have no food now, it is no less than a natural disaster.
"My lord, can it be converted into tax money?" However, An Yinong couldn't show his anger, he lowered his head and asked respectfully.
The tax official looked at him and sneered: "You are stupid, but it's a pity that the higher-ups ordered this time, so I can only pay with food."
These days, money cannot buy food.
"My lord, don't be angry, it's the ignorant people, so bring the grain here." An Yinong smiled and stuffed him with a persimmon, then turned around and brought over the cloth bag containing the old grain.
Someone on the other end weighed it, and then untied the bag to see that it was decent grain without sand, so he nodded.
The food was harvested without crying or fussing, and there was no shortage of catties. The tax official showed mercy and put away his small tricks to deal with the 'troublemakers', beckoning: "Who is the next household?"
The tax collector went to the next house, and soon there were wailing and smashing sounds from that house.
An Yinong saw the soldiers beat the man of the family with a stick, while the woman knelt on the ground and cried.An Yinong felt sore, as long as they still had enough grain to pay taxes, they would not refuse to pay. It was true that there was nothing left, even if they squeezed it hard.
People in the troubled times of the old days lived like this.
When the tax collector left, the man had already been beaten to death. An Yinong walked over and helped carry him into the house.
While the woman wasn't paying attention, he used the 'healing halo' on the unconscious man.The man's brows were loosened, but he didn't wake up. An Yinong, who was holding his heart, heaved a sigh of relief.
"Auntie, I'm leaving first." An Yinong said goodbye.Today's move was a bit risky. If the other party wasn't unconscious, he would never have done it anyway.
"God, we just live foolishly and don't starve to death, why is it so difficult?" The woman in that family looked at her husband, turned her head and covered her face and wept.
When An Yinong returned home, he sent out 70 catties of grain this time, and the rest was more than [-] catties. With the grass roots and pueraria powder collected before, it would last for four or five months, that is, until the beginning of next spring. when.
At this moment, it is less than ten days since the Great Escape.
An Yinong squinted his eyes and looked at the sky: "I have to go to the gourd pond again, go to the deep place, and see if there is any food there."
It is only around three or four in the afternoon. If we go to Hulutan now, we will probably be able to come back before dark.
He took a hoe and a basket, avoided the tax-collecting team, and took the path to gourd pool.
He searched the Gourd Pond several times, and dug up all the edible ones. This time, An Yinong also found nothing.
"After escaping from the famine, I won't come here anymore. Regardless of whether there is anything in it, I will look for it first." Stupid, he decided to continue walking inside, and while beating the ground with a hoe to drive away snakes and insects, he looked around.
He was still alone in the quiet valley.
"Good luck." He found a kudzu field in a damp place.
I don’t know how long these kudzu have grown. The kudzu roots that have been dug out are thick and thick, and it looks like they can produce a lot of kudzu powder.An Yinong dug more and more, and before he knew it, he dug until dusk.
A crow was standing on a dead tree and calling, a gust of wind blew through the deserted valley, and something in the dark was about to move: "It smells so good...that boy, it smells so good..."
The soil churned silently, and a red centipede's head rolled out.But before it could do anything, a shoe embroidered with a golden python stepped on it.
The protruding vines, the crawling insects and snakes, and the turbulent soil all stopped, motionless as if they were dead objects.
An Yinong who was not far away didn't notice these abnormalities at all, he carefully dug out fat kudzu roots one by one.These kudzu roots seem to have been improved in modern times, and they can produce a lot of powder just by looking at them.
The more he dug, the happier he was, and he almost forgot the time.
It wasn't until an unknown bird in the valley called out, with a shrill voice, that An Yinong realized that it was dusk.
"It's getting dark." An Yinong quickly put all the dug kudzu roots in the back basket, then put the back basket on his back and picked up the hoe and went out.
The setting sun outside the valley was like blood, but he had no intention of admiring it.
An Yinong lowered his head, the small shadow of the young man moved from far to near on the path, small animals poked their heads around, and his glowing eyes appeared and disappeared behind the vegetation.
After dusk, the world is shrouded in a layer of red light, and it becomes a little strange. Even the paths that have been walked many times outside are unrecognizable, and people always feel that there is something hidden behind the big trees and in the shadows.
The grass and trees on both sides of the trail outside the valley are sparse, and the wind blows through, making strange whistling noises, with hoarse birds chirping among them.He saw a gray-black shadow flash past quickly, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing.
An Yinong, who had always kept a respectful distance from ghosts and gods, quickened his pace of going back.
"This little brother, walking in a hurry, where are you going?"
The wind blew, and a girl in bean-pink clothes appeared on the side of the road that was originally empty.
Her hair is thick and black, her skin is as white and delicate as snow, her lips are painted with rouge, and she is wearing gorgeous clothes with a layer of hazy gauze outside. She is as beautiful as a fairy.
An Yinong stopped, and even took a step back.
"Brother, I got separated from my servants, I don't know... where is this place?" She stood sideways, and only glanced shyly when An Yinong looked over.
He glanced quickly, and the shadow under the woman's feet merged with the darkness, and he didn't know if it was there or not.
But the women's clothes are very long, if they are dragged on the ground, they should leave traces, but there are no traces of any clothes being dragged on this road.
Cold sweat rushed to his forehead, An Yinong's body stiffened: "...Xiaoqi, can you explain?"
The system that once guaranteed the ticket closed itself: "I don't know how this happened."
"Then what do you think we should do?" An Yinong held the hoe in his hand tightly. The fact that his legs were not weak at the moment fully demonstrated his bravery, but what's the use of being brave in this situation?Can he subdue demons physically or escape them with his mouth?
The system rubbed its hands, but it couldn't take out a bunch of good things in the mall: "Otherwise, the host, pretend you didn't see it, and rush over with your eyes closed?"
"Ha ha."
Such a useless system, just uninstall it.
"Wow!" The crow on the tree called out, and the birds in the forest suddenly became silent.
It was that crow again, and I don't know when it appeared.
The woman looked behind An Yinong, her face changed slightly, she stood up straight and said with a sneer: "I didn't know that this person had a master, and if I don't know, I don't feel guilty, I hope you don't blame me." After saying that, she turned into green smoke and was about to run away.
"Ah—" There was only a scream, and the smoke in the shape of a woman could be vaguely seen in the air, and it dissipated in an instant, and there was no trace left.
The valley was silent.
An Yinong almost went into cardiac arrest.
Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he squeezed his palms tightly to suppress his instinct to look back.
There was something behind him, he didn't know what it was, but he could feel the presence of that thing.At the same time, he also smelled a pleasant aroma, as if it had been chilled by the snow on the pine branches, making it feel cool.
There was no movement for a long time, An Yinong licked the corner of his mouth and said with a stiff smile: "I'm sorry to bother you...!"
A cold hand touched his hand, accompanied by a slightly cool aroma.
An Yinong was startled, and subconsciously retracted his fingers.
However, that cold hand gently and forcefully opened his fingers one by one, then stuffed something in his hand and closed his fingers.
An Yinong's heart was pounding, and his breathing became short of breath.He lowered his head carefully, and saw an exquisitely crafted paper lantern, the white wax inside was burning with a light blue flame.
"Huang Laocai?" The villagers recognized him.
"He's Huang Laocai? The rich man from the next village? The one who drove the tenants to death a few days ago? I heard that his family has something to do with the county officials."
An Yinong couldn't help but take a second look: Is this the protagonist's father?
The village chief's beard stood on end: "Huang Laocai, so many mountains, why did your family come down from them?"
"Then you can say that it didn't come from my mountain? Can you guarantee it?" Huang Laocai stroked his beard and said proudly, "I said they came from my mountain. I've seen them."
The village chief choked, he was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe: "Huang Laocai, don't go too far!"
"Excessive?" Huang Laocai laughed, "Do you want me to go to the official review?"
The village chief was furious, but there was nothing he could do.If the official came, the pork could not be kept, and there might be something missing.
Official difference, that is worse than locusts.Locusts only eat food, but officials even eat people.
As soon as the word "official messenger" came out, the villagers present seemed to be naturally suppressed and could no longer speak.Even the always shrewd and decisive old village chief just trembled his mouth and cursed: "Huang Laocai, you will get retribution for doing such a sinful thing!"
"Retribution? Haha, I've never been afraid of retribution in my life." Landlord Huang waved his hand, "Take it away, take it away!"
The thugs came to lift the pig, but the surrounding villagers dared not stop them.
"But this is obviously our pig." A villager burst into tears, "Our family is almost out of food, ahhhh—"
He seemed to be foolishly about to rush out, but was stopped by his wife who came with him. His wife patted him on the shoulder several times, crying and yelling: "You are crazy, what if you leave our mother and daughter behind? ?”
"But I killed it, it was my pig, my pig!"
Who doesn't know?It's just that Huang Laocai brought a dozen thugs with weapons. Whether he was reasonable or not, a knife could turn him into a rationale.
An Yinong, who was in the crowd, watched Landlord Huang complacently directing people to carry the three pigs away. The villagers hated their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.
He remembered that in that plot, the protagonist did eat wild boar meat one day.But he thought the fishy smell was bad, so he ate a small piece and threw it to the dog.
It turned out that this is how the piece of wild boar came from.
The wild boar incident is over, but life continues. The farmers can only continue to eat grass roots and chaff, while expecting that the court will distribute relief food.
But they didn't wait for the relief food, but they waited for the news of the tax increase.
"I heard that there is a war, and they are raising food for the army."
Tax increase?
The villagers who heard the news were completely blinded, not knowing who they were, where they were, and what they were doing.
But their bewilderment did not prevent everything from going in the direction they did not want-the general who raised the rations had already arrived, leading his troops.
"If you don't feed my soldiers, how can they defend their homes and the country?" This sentence was circulated in private, and it was said that the general said it, but no one knew whether it was true or not.
The only thing that is certain is that the tax officials really started collecting food everywhere.All the big families in the county have been patronized, and cartloads of grain have been pulled out.
After that, it became more and more serious. Except for roadside beggars, people have to be taxed.There are even rumors that the next step is to recruit soldiers and fight wars.
When people were panicking, the tax collector came.Tall and big officials with whips and knives in their hands started from the entrance of the village and collected them from house to house.
Tian Xi's house is at the entrance of the village.
An Yinong stood by the fence and saw them driving the carriage, so he opened the door first.
"You two officials," he said, with a good face that he never had before, "it's hard work in the hot weather, drink some water."
The tax official looked at him in surprise, and the villagers around here trembled when they saw the official's legs. It is rare to see such calm.
"Don't bother," the tax officer pulled out the document, "Your name is Tian Xi? You are the only one in the family? Two acres of inferior land... Well, thirty catties of grain should be paid."
One mu of low-grade land can produce 150 catties of grain in non-disaster years, and this tax is ten to one tax collected in non-disaster years.For farmers who have no food now, it is no less than a natural disaster.
"My lord, can it be converted into tax money?" However, An Yinong couldn't show his anger, he lowered his head and asked respectfully.
The tax official looked at him and sneered: "You are stupid, but it's a pity that the higher-ups ordered this time, so I can only pay with food."
These days, money cannot buy food.
"My lord, don't be angry, it's the ignorant people, so bring the grain here." An Yinong smiled and stuffed him with a persimmon, then turned around and brought over the cloth bag containing the old grain.
Someone on the other end weighed it, and then untied the bag to see that it was decent grain without sand, so he nodded.
The food was harvested without crying or fussing, and there was no shortage of catties. The tax official showed mercy and put away his small tricks to deal with the 'troublemakers', beckoning: "Who is the next household?"
The tax collector went to the next house, and soon there were wailing and smashing sounds from that house.
An Yinong saw the soldiers beat the man of the family with a stick, while the woman knelt on the ground and cried.An Yinong felt sore, as long as they still had enough grain to pay taxes, they would not refuse to pay. It was true that there was nothing left, even if they squeezed it hard.
People in the troubled times of the old days lived like this.
When the tax collector left, the man had already been beaten to death. An Yinong walked over and helped carry him into the house.
While the woman wasn't paying attention, he used the 'healing halo' on the unconscious man.The man's brows were loosened, but he didn't wake up. An Yinong, who was holding his heart, heaved a sigh of relief.
"Auntie, I'm leaving first." An Yinong said goodbye.Today's move was a bit risky. If the other party wasn't unconscious, he would never have done it anyway.
"God, we just live foolishly and don't starve to death, why is it so difficult?" The woman in that family looked at her husband, turned her head and covered her face and wept.
When An Yinong returned home, he sent out 70 catties of grain this time, and the rest was more than [-] catties. With the grass roots and pueraria powder collected before, it would last for four or five months, that is, until the beginning of next spring. when.
At this moment, it is less than ten days since the Great Escape.
An Yinong squinted his eyes and looked at the sky: "I have to go to the gourd pond again, go to the deep place, and see if there is any food there."
It is only around three or four in the afternoon. If we go to Hulutan now, we will probably be able to come back before dark.
He took a hoe and a basket, avoided the tax-collecting team, and took the path to gourd pool.
He searched the Gourd Pond several times, and dug up all the edible ones. This time, An Yinong also found nothing.
"After escaping from the famine, I won't come here anymore. Regardless of whether there is anything in it, I will look for it first." Stupid, he decided to continue walking inside, and while beating the ground with a hoe to drive away snakes and insects, he looked around.
He was still alone in the quiet valley.
"Good luck." He found a kudzu field in a damp place.
I don’t know how long these kudzu have grown. The kudzu roots that have been dug out are thick and thick, and it looks like they can produce a lot of kudzu powder.An Yinong dug more and more, and before he knew it, he dug until dusk.
A crow was standing on a dead tree and calling, a gust of wind blew through the deserted valley, and something in the dark was about to move: "It smells so good...that boy, it smells so good..."
The soil churned silently, and a red centipede's head rolled out.But before it could do anything, a shoe embroidered with a golden python stepped on it.
The protruding vines, the crawling insects and snakes, and the turbulent soil all stopped, motionless as if they were dead objects.
An Yinong who was not far away didn't notice these abnormalities at all, he carefully dug out fat kudzu roots one by one.These kudzu roots seem to have been improved in modern times, and they can produce a lot of powder just by looking at them.
The more he dug, the happier he was, and he almost forgot the time.
It wasn't until an unknown bird in the valley called out, with a shrill voice, that An Yinong realized that it was dusk.
"It's getting dark." An Yinong quickly put all the dug kudzu roots in the back basket, then put the back basket on his back and picked up the hoe and went out.
The setting sun outside the valley was like blood, but he had no intention of admiring it.
An Yinong lowered his head, the small shadow of the young man moved from far to near on the path, small animals poked their heads around, and his glowing eyes appeared and disappeared behind the vegetation.
After dusk, the world is shrouded in a layer of red light, and it becomes a little strange. Even the paths that have been walked many times outside are unrecognizable, and people always feel that there is something hidden behind the big trees and in the shadows.
The grass and trees on both sides of the trail outside the valley are sparse, and the wind blows through, making strange whistling noises, with hoarse birds chirping among them.He saw a gray-black shadow flash past quickly, but when he looked carefully, there was nothing.
An Yinong, who had always kept a respectful distance from ghosts and gods, quickened his pace of going back.
"This little brother, walking in a hurry, where are you going?"
The wind blew, and a girl in bean-pink clothes appeared on the side of the road that was originally empty.
Her hair is thick and black, her skin is as white and delicate as snow, her lips are painted with rouge, and she is wearing gorgeous clothes with a layer of hazy gauze outside. She is as beautiful as a fairy.
An Yinong stopped, and even took a step back.
"Brother, I got separated from my servants, I don't know... where is this place?" She stood sideways, and only glanced shyly when An Yinong looked over.
He glanced quickly, and the shadow under the woman's feet merged with the darkness, and he didn't know if it was there or not.
But the women's clothes are very long, if they are dragged on the ground, they should leave traces, but there are no traces of any clothes being dragged on this road.
Cold sweat rushed to his forehead, An Yinong's body stiffened: "...Xiaoqi, can you explain?"
The system that once guaranteed the ticket closed itself: "I don't know how this happened."
"Then what do you think we should do?" An Yinong held the hoe in his hand tightly. The fact that his legs were not weak at the moment fully demonstrated his bravery, but what's the use of being brave in this situation?Can he subdue demons physically or escape them with his mouth?
The system rubbed its hands, but it couldn't take out a bunch of good things in the mall: "Otherwise, the host, pretend you didn't see it, and rush over with your eyes closed?"
"Ha ha."
Such a useless system, just uninstall it.
"Wow!" The crow on the tree called out, and the birds in the forest suddenly became silent.
It was that crow again, and I don't know when it appeared.
The woman looked behind An Yinong, her face changed slightly, she stood up straight and said with a sneer: "I didn't know that this person had a master, and if I don't know, I don't feel guilty, I hope you don't blame me." After saying that, she turned into green smoke and was about to run away.
"Ah—" There was only a scream, and the smoke in the shape of a woman could be vaguely seen in the air, and it dissipated in an instant, and there was no trace left.
The valley was silent.
An Yinong almost went into cardiac arrest.
Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he squeezed his palms tightly to suppress his instinct to look back.
There was something behind him, he didn't know what it was, but he could feel the presence of that thing.At the same time, he also smelled a pleasant aroma, as if it had been chilled by the snow on the pine branches, making it feel cool.
There was no movement for a long time, An Yinong licked the corner of his mouth and said with a stiff smile: "I'm sorry to bother you...!"
A cold hand touched his hand, accompanied by a slightly cool aroma.
An Yinong was startled, and subconsciously retracted his fingers.
However, that cold hand gently and forcefully opened his fingers one by one, then stuffed something in his hand and closed his fingers.
An Yinong's heart was pounding, and his breathing became short of breath.He lowered his head carefully, and saw an exquisitely crafted paper lantern, the white wax inside was burning with a light blue flame.
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