Zhiyi walked the alley back to the mansion after collecting the shop, and found that the alley was occupied by more than a dozen people, three or two in a pile, there were old people and women and children, they were dressed in tatters, their faces were covered with ashes, and when they saw the living, the children were not afraid, and they came over and ran to know that they were hungry.

Wondering why these people were entrenched here, Zhiyi squatted down and asked, "Little brother, why don't you go home?"

"I'm hungry. As soon as the child spoke, the two children next to him also called.

The old woman behind the child looked at Zhiyi, "Girl, it's good, let's give us a bite to eat." ”

Zhiyi is in no hurry to give them money, "Where are you from?"

"We are the people of Zhoushui, the city that escaped famine. ”

"This is strange, there are no floods, droughts, and insects this year, how can there be not enough food?"

"Heavy taxes, this year the old men collected three times as much tax as in previous years. ”

Zhiyi was surprised, "Why?"

"Girl, how do we know why? We only know that it is not enough to pay it all, and there is no surplus food in every household. The old woman choked up, her dry hands wiping tears from her eyes.

"Wait, I'll buy you buns. After saying that, he turned around and went to the bun shop at the end of the street, bought a large bag of buns and distributed them to the people in the alley, and when he returned to the mansion, it was already the moontop hanging on the treetops.

In the early morning of the next day, a carriage was parked at the door of the mansion, the carriage had a gorgeous appearance, and as soon as it was known, it sat down, and the wheels rolled and drove towards the city lord's mansion.

"Thank you to the goddess for coming to the mansion, and I, Chen Caogui, are grateful. ”

The city lord's wife invited the goddess to the city lord's mansion many times, and Zhiyi excused herself with busyness, and now she went to the city lord's mansion in order to find out the reason for the city lord's increase in taxes.

Zhiyi said politely, "The city lord's wife is polite. ”

Chen Caogui led Zhiyi into the door, walked to the flower hall, and the next person gave Zhiyi tea and retreated, Chen Caogui said, "I invite the goddess to come today, and I want to ask the goddess to divinate the future for Zhaocheng." ”

Chen Caogui asked about Zhaocheng on the surface, but in fact, he inquired about the official fortune of the city lord.

Zhiyi threw the gossip on the table and looked at it for a while, "Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other." ”

"Dare to ask what is a blessing and what is a curse?"

"Iron ore is a blessing, refugees are a curse. ”

"The goddess is magical, I also think that this refugee is a disaster, I can't hide it, recently the people above have come to Zhaocheng, if they see the refugees, they must think that my lord is not properly controlled, I will go to tell my lord, let him order the whole city to expel the refugees, do not let the refugees into the city. ”

Zhiyi secretly scolded Chen Caogui for being black-hearted, ignoring the hunger of refugees, but only thinking about protecting his own wealth, which was extremely selfish and immoral.

"Wait," Zhiyi called out to her, "driving away is just a palliative solution, there are no refugees in the city, but there are outside, and when they go out of the city and see it, they will think that the city lord is incompetent." ”

Chen Caogui thought about it carefully and felt reasonable, "Goddess, you are extremely right, I am shallow, so what do you mean?"

"We have to start at the root. ”

"Fundamental?" Chen Caogui's face was dazed, and he couldn't comprehend Zhiyi's words at all.

Zhiyi was silent, Chen Caogui hurriedly took out a silver ticket from his pocket, "Goddess, I hope to save our Zhaocheng." ”

Zhiyi accepted it unceremoniously, "The root of refugees is heavy taxation. ”

Chen Caogui was stunned, "You mean tax cuts?"

Before Zhiyi could speak, the person behind the screen yelled urgently, "No, it can't be reduced." ”

Chen Caogui looked at Zhiyi embarrassedly, "My master." ”

Knowing that there was a second person in the hall in the morning, he was not surprised, "Please ask the city lord to come out and speak." ”

The city lord Chen Binhe walked out, this person has triangular eyes, a hooked nose, and a self-interested person in appearance.

"Goddess, this tax cannot be reduced. ”。

Zhiyi was silent, and after a long time, Chen Binhe sighed, "It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't do anything." ”