Five-year-old little girl: Mom has thousands of acres of material space

Meeting Li Zheng's gaze, Jiang Xiaoxiao pursed her lips.

Her family can't help with this.

Let’s not talk about how Zhao Lailai once treated her family. Moreover, Zhao Lailai’s family is definitely not the only one who can’t pay the food tax these days. If her family helps this time, those who can’t afford the food tax will target her family. what to do?

"Master, I read that the tax order issued by the town said that if the grain tax is not enough, it can be made up with money." Jiang Wei said quietly.

She glanced at Widow Xu and Mrs. Zhao who were kneeling on the ground in the shape of quails, and continued: "If you don't have enough money, then you can hand over cotton, linen and other fabrics of the same price. If it's not enough, you can also do corvee and military service. "

"The county government has indeed issued this decree." The tall and thin government official nodded, then turned to look at Old Mrs. Zhao, "Does your family want to hand over money and fabrics or do corvee service? If you do corvee service, please quickly ask the men in the family to come over!"

When Mrs. Zhao heard this, she was so frightened that she immediately lost her temper.

Only Widow Xu knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing: "Official, official, my family is willing to do corvee! I, I will call my man over right away..."

Before she finished speaking, Mrs. Zhao, who had fainted, suddenly straightened up and rushed towards Widow Xu with her teeth and claws bared: "You black-hearted bitch, my son is paralyzed like that, how dare you hit him?" It’s your idea! See if I don’t teach you a lesson today!”

"Paralysis?" The tall and thin yamen officer was stunned.

Li Zheng was busy telling the story about Zhao Lai Lai being paralyzed in bed.

The tall and thin yamen official frowned: "Is there any male in the Zhao family who is over sixteen years old?"

Li Zheng shook his head quickly. Zhao Bailai only had one son, Zhao Ergou, who was only eleven years old this year.

The minimum age for corvee service was sixteen.

The two government officials were also in trouble.

"That's all." The tall and thin government official shook his head, "Sorry for your family's special situation, I think you should go to the county government office to pay all the taxes within three days."

The grain tax paid was not up to standard, and it would be difficult for them to explain it when they returned, so they had to resort to this last resort.

As soon as Mrs. Zhao heard this, she quickly stopped punching and kicking Widow Xu, and kowtowed to the two government servants: "Thank you, Mr. Guan, for your kindness!"

After saying that, Mrs. Zhao impatiently dragged Widow Xu away, as if she was afraid that she would be dragged into corvee service if she was delayed for a second.

"Aren't you afraid of them escaping?" Jiang Xiaoxiao muttered softly.

"You're overthinking." Jiang Wei glanced at her sideways, "Their household registrations have been registered with the county government. If they dare to escape, they won't even be able to leave the county town."

Jiang Xiaoxiao: "..."

Well, she underestimated the management of household registration in this era.

Fortunately, she is wearing a soul. If she were wearing one, she would not be a gangster.

After this episode, everyone continued to line up to pay their own grain and poll taxes.

Because of Widow Xu's fraud, the two government servants became concerned about the next grain, and they had to personally check the authenticity of each family's grain.

Fortunately, the grains handed over by the remaining villagers were all fine. They were dried in the sun and felt heavy in their hands. There was no trace of adulteration.

Even the poll tax paid was exactly the same.

In previous years, many families were unable to raise the money.

Because the Jiang family built new houses this year, many people in the village made a lot of money. Thirty cash a day, which took more than half a month to build, was six to seven hundred cash, which was enough to make up for the family's head tax.

The people in the village were very grateful to the Jiang family for this, and even Aunt Wang, who had always been at odds with the Jiang family, looked kindly on Jiang Wei.

Her husband, Wang Dachui, built a house and a kiln in the Jiang family, and took home a lot of wages.

Of course, some people are grateful for this, and some are resentful for it. After Li Dayong's daughter-in-law paid her family's poll tax, she was heartbroken and bleeding.

This time the Jiang family did not find her man when they asked for a job. Seeing that other people could get so much wages after working for half a month, she felt jealous and jealous, and she complained more about the Jiang family.

Why not ask her man to work? How can her man be inferior to others?

Jiang Wei did it on purpose, not wanting to see her family well!

……

With the tax issue over, the big stone in the hearts of the villagers has completely fallen back to its original place.

However, the story of Widow Xu's deception to deceive the government officials spread throughout the village.

The villagers did not gather together to talk about Zhao Lai's family as usual, but quickly distanced themselves from his family.

Mrs. Zhao originally had the idea of ​​coming to borrow money, but not only was no one willing to help, she was also ridiculed by the villagers.

"Huh, this is all your son's own fault. He didn't take good care of the crops when he was good at it, and slept in at home every day. Now he can't pay the grain tax, so he should find a way to solve it himself, and don't interfere with us in everything! "

“That’s right, we don’t have much food left after paying taxes, so we have to keep it and go to town to exchange it for coarse grains to feed our family!”

"..."

Mrs. Zhao was disappointed and could only go home in despair.

As soon as she got home, she saw that Zhao Lailai was paralyzed on the bed and peed all over the bed with no one to deal with it. She suddenly became angry and beat Widow Xu with a fire stick.

Rascal Zhao was lying on the bed, his face was pitted and there was not a single piece of intact flesh, his two legs were broken and he had lost consciousness for a long time. His upper body had many marks of canine bites, which made him miserable every day.

But every time he opened his mouth to cry out in pain, all he could make was a whimpering sound.

I don’t know whether he was frightened by the wild wolves, or whether he hit some nerve when he fell down the mountain. He seemed to have aphasia and was completely unable to speak.

Rascal Zhao turned his head, which could barely move, and glanced sideways at the beaten Widow Xu, with a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.

It's all her fault!

It was all because she encouraged him to find trouble with the Jiang family that he became like this!

Rascal Zhao let out a low whimper, as if he was viciously cursing something.

"Son, what's wrong? If something doesn't feel right, tell mom!" As soon as Mrs. Zhao heard her son's voice, she hurriedly dropped the fire stick and ran to the bedside.

Rascal Zhao made a sound, then raised his remaining right arm with difficulty, and pointed at Widow Xu.

Mrs. Zhao is worthy of being the biological mother of Rascal Zhao. The two have a heart-to-heart relationship with their mother and son. She immediately understood what Rascal Zhao meant: "You asked your mother to sell her to raise money?"

Zhao Lailai made a few noises and nodded heavily.

Widow Xu turned pale instantly.

She started to run away, but the next second she was blocked.

"Smelly bitch, you made my son become like this, where do you want to escape to?!"

Mrs. Zhao picked up a thick and long fire stick and hit Widow Xu on the head mercilessly.

Widow Xu fell to the ground and fainted completely.

There was no trace of distress on Rascal Zhao's face. He babbled twice, and Mrs. Zhao nodded quickly and said, "Okay, son, don't worry, I'll tie her up right away."