After a few days, Princess Qin has completely adapted to the living conditions of Fang Jing's family, unlike other people's families, it should be said that she is very idle, every day she revolves around the stove, either digging bamboo shoots to make dried bamboo shoots, or digging some potatoes, or catching some prey or something.

At noon one day, a group of people came from the small road of Fangjia Village, wearing official uniforms, and walked towards the village house.

After a while, the village came out of the house, and went down to the big banyan tree, every household was busy with farming, and the bean seedlings had finished planting a few days ago, and the women in the village had also begun to weave linen and spin thread for the payment of this year's silk and silk tax.

"All the families will go and inform them, and the officials from the county will come here to calculate the grain tax that each household needs to pay." The village was shouting to a large group of women.

The women hurriedly stopped their work, trotted home, and notified whoever they passed by, the village was accompanying the officials from the county and the town at this time to talk carefully, and Xiaoshi went to Fang Jing's house to inform him.

"Uncle Shi, what do you say? The county and the town came to collect grain? Go to the big banyan tree for a while to check? After Fang Jing listened to Xiao Shi's words, her mind began to be a little confused, do you still have to calculate and check the grain? Isn't it fixed? Last year was like this.,When the time comes, just go straight to the town.,Wow.,What's the accounting check this year?

Fang Jing got up and was about to go to the big banyan tree, but Princess Qin stopped Fang Jing.

"Mr. Fang, can you help me inform Li Shan and ask him to come here?" Princess Qin whispered to Fang Jing.

"Oh, okay, I'll call Da Chu to call, I'll go to the big banyan tree first, Da Chu, go to the dog baby's house and call Li Shan to come over." Fang Jing shouted that Da Chu went to call Li Shan, but he walked towards the big banyan tree.

"Princess, please tell me something." After Li Shan was shouted by Da Chu, he saluted directly to Princess Qin.

"Li Shan, you take this, go to the big banyan tree, and hand it over to Mr. Fang, if there is any change in the official mission of the big banyan tree to collect grain tax today, go out directly." Princess Qin handed Li Shan a brocade silk and explained to Li Shan.

When Fang Jing came to the foot of the big banyan tree, basically everyone in Fangjia Village had come, and the village was standing with seven or eight yacha and some lifu and talking in a whisper.

"In the past three years, have any young children been born in your Fangjia Village? Have there been strong men, women, and old people who have passed away? An official with an account book asked Muramasa.

"The king is in charge, no young children have been born in Fangjia Village in the past three years, and no one in the village has passed away, and they are all still built here." Muramasa replied cautiously to the official who asked the question.

"The number of households has not increased or decreased, it seems that Fangjia Village belongs to a rich village, so this year's grain tax should be raised." The king, who was holding the account book, looked at Muramasa and said with a sneer.

"Master Wang, Fangjia Village is poor, I can't afford to raise it, how dare I give birth to a baby, I have to give porridge to the old man who is still alive, plus there are few men in Fangjia Village, you know about Lord Wang." The village listened to the words of the king, and hurriedly explained, don't really make Fangjia Village a rich village, if you increase the grain tax, then Fangjia Village will not want to live well.

"Fang Cunzheng, this is not what I said, this is not clear, there is no increase, there is no reduction, this belongs to the rich village." Director Wang still looked at Muramasa with a sinister smile.

"Hey, you just collect a grain tax, our Fangjia Village just pays grain according to the rules, and the set grain tax, you can increase it if you say it, are you the emperor today?" The emperor won't say that it will go up, even if you are a small official, you dare to come to our village to make it bad, is it really that the men in Fangjia Village are dead? Fang Jing was a little overwhelmed, this was obviously to ask for benefits, and if there was no benefit, the grain tax would be set according to the rich village.

According to the standard of rich villages, it is estimated that this year will pay two or three percent, this is not to force Fangjia Village to death.

"Who are you, you dare to speak in front of us? Servants, take me this water club and wait. The king was directly angry by Fang Jing's words, and ordered the servants to arrest Fang Jing and beat him.

"Who dares? I am Li Shan, the commander of the guards of the Qin Palace, this is my certificate, Fangjia Village belongs to the fief of the Qin Palace, you dare to come here to collect grain and ask for benefits, believe it or not, I slaughtered you? Didn't your county government receive the official document? Li Shan trotted over to the big banyan tree, and seeing that he almost provoked Fang Jing, he hurriedly shouted loudly to stop it.

"I've seen Commander Li, this county asked me to wait to collect the grain tax, but I didn't receive the official document of the Qin Wangfu's territory, this Fangjia Village used to pay grain to Xiaohe Town, and now it is to check the number of households every three years, if Fangjia Village is the fief of the King of Qin, I will leave immediately." When the king saw a strong man carrying a weapon and wearing an official uniform, he showed himself the fish talisman, and then he became afraid.

"You wait to leave Fangjia Village quickly, and if you don't receive the official document, you will go to Jinzhou to ask for the official document, which round of the fiefdom of the Qin Wangfu will get you to collect grain, get out of me." Li Shan shouted viciously at this group of officials, and after speaking, he handed the brocade silk handed to him by Princess Qin to Fang Jing.

A group of officials and Lifu were overwhelmed by Li Shan's momentum, thinking in their hearts, they really didn't expect to meet a commander of the Qin Wangfu in this poor and remote Fangjia Village, and they all thought in their hearts that this person was really going to kill them, and they had nowhere to reason, so they had to run towards the path in a gray manner, for fear that Li Shan would cut the knife if he didn't agree with him.

Fang Jing took the brocade silk and opened it and looked at it, probably understanding what it meant, but I didn't know a lot of traditional Chinese characters on it, so I had to understand it according to the meaning, which meant that Fangjia Village Wude began in June of the eighth year, and it was the fief of the Qin Wangfu, and everything in Fangjia Village was handled by Fang Jing, and the taxes and rents were all decided by Fang Jing alone.

After Fang Jing finished reading it, he looked at Li Shan, a little confused, wow, this brocade silk was not taken out a long time ago, and it was only taken out now, did you forget it or prepare it for today? Fang Jing was really a little confused in her heart, Fang Jing only remembered that she had mentioned to Li Shimin at that time that Fangjia Village would no longer pay grain and taxes from now on, but she didn't expect to deal with it in such a way.

Fang Jing handed the brocade silk to Murazheng, Murazheng took it over and looked at it carefully, then he understood what was going on, the old heart in his chest was about to pop out, and he was very happy in his heart, any grain tax in the future, as long as it was handed over to Fang Jing, or Fang Jing set the number, but Fang Jing would not collect any taxes at all, this is what Murazheng was happy about, there would be no more hungry things in Fangjia Village in the future, let alone children starving to death, after Mura Zheng read it, he patted his thigh and cried.

"God, you have finally opened your eyes, our family finally has a bright day, thank you ancestors, thank you ancestors, thank you King Qin." The village is kneeling on the ground, old tears are horizontal, kowtowing in the direction of the ancestral hall, and shouting in his mouth.

All the villagers under the big banyan tree were confused by the appearance of the village zheng, and they all looked at the village on their knees and cried and shouted.

"Muramasa, what's going on? What's going on? A villager of the same generation as Muramasa walked over and helped Muramasa up, and asked repeatedly.

"I'm so excited, I'm so excited, the big guy let me slow down first." After the village was helped up, he couldn't stop being excited.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I now announce to you a great news that from now on, my village will no longer need to pay any taxes to the government, hahaha." When Muramasa announced it to everyone, he burst out laughing.

"Muramasa, is it true?" The villager asked eagerly.

"Yes, Uncle Chong, is this true?" A woman also asked eagerly.

"Muramasa, what's going on, tell me." Everyone was expecting the accuracy of this news.

"Let me read it, this is the edict issued by the Holy Majesty today, you can listen to it; Today, there is, Pingli County, Jinzhou, Xiaohe Town, Fangjia Village, sixty have-Zhuangerlang, for my dynasty, more than ten years, ten to one return, I am sad and sad, special edict, Fangjia Village belongs, all belong to the fief of King Qin, all the villages are field affairs, all by Fang Jingding, taxes and rents, all by Fang Jingyan, Wude eight years, starting in June. Muramasa read this vernacular edict word by word.

After listening to this, the villagers collectively lost their voices, and after a while, they all looked at Fang Jing again, and then hugged their heads and cried, but the woman hid her face and wept, and the crying was endless.

This is a great joy for Fangjia Village, from now on, all taxes just need to be handed over to Fang Jing, but everyone knows in their hearts that it is impossible for Fang Jing to collect any taxes, let alone bully anyone in Fangjia Village, which makes the villagers cry and shout.

"Jing Wazi, you can say a few words." Half an hour later, Mura Zheng spoke to Fang Jing.

"I don't have anything to say, everyone can do it as usual, what should each family do, the things collected in the fields are taken back from their own families, our Fangjia Village used to be poor and afraid, hungry and afraid, and now it belongs to the Qin Wangfu, although it is for us to decide for ourselves, but we are poor, and the Qin Wangfu does not look down on this little thing in our Fangjia Village, and we don't have to pay anything in the future, so be it." Fang Jing expressed his opinion to everyone, which was qualitative.

"Jing Wazi, you really don't have to pay it? Can my baby eat a bowl of white rice? A woman asked Fang Jing.

One sentence that you can eat a bowl of white rice has exhausted the wishes of everyone in Fangjia Village, the suffering of the past, the many young children who have died, and the bitterness of the ancestors of Fangjia Village.

All the officials, all the rich families, all the nobles, all the nobles, all regard the Zhuang people as pigs and dogs, they can be bullied, they can be slaves, even if the Zhuang family hands over all the family funds, they can not satisfy their desires, nor can they satisfy their psychology, this is the feudal society, all the Zhuang family suffering and difficulty.

A sentence that you can eat a bowl of white rice, listening to Fang Jing's ears, so harsh, so sharp, so sad, but what can Fang Jing do, there are thousands of households in the world, Fang Jing can only protect one Fangjia Village, this is just an ordinary person's mentality, Fang Jing can't manage too much, Fang Jing is not the current emperor, Fang Jing doesn't have much ambition, just thinking about his own family's well, and the village is also good, other people, if they see it, they will help it, if they don't see it, they should not know it, let the current royal officials go to peace of mind.

"Elders, you don't need to pay taxes in the future, you can live as you want, you don't need to think about it, Fangjia Village will get better and better in the future, white rice, chicken, duck and goose eggs, fish and chicken, etc., you can kill and eat if you want, okay, I won't say anything more, I'll go home." Fang Jing really didn't know what to say, the sadness in his heart was so overwhelming that he was almost out of breath, and after finishing speaking, he raised his legs and went home, Li Shan couldn't see the current scene, and left with Fang Jing.

The villagers all stood or squatted under the big banyan tree, and had to use their cries to repay the sudden news, to pay tribute to the ancestors of Fangjia Village, to pay tribute to the men and sons who had died in battle, to pay tribute to the relatives who had died, to pay tribute to the young children who had starved to death, and to pay tribute to everything that could be sacrificed.