Chapter Twenty-Eight: A Thousand Miles of Dreams (19)

In the afternoon, outside a low earthen wall, a young man leaned against the wall, and the shadow of the wall hit the boy's face, shrouding most of his face in that shadow, and the boy's face looked even darker. Looking carefully, the more I look at it, the more I look like Song Jiang, I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Lan Xi thought so.

"What about your parents?" Lan Xi asked softly, as if he was afraid of blowing away something fragile.

"Died early!" The young man said weakly, "They forced me to death." ”

The boy's eyes suddenly burst out with bitter hatred, viciously, as if he wanted to tear something apart.

"They, who are they?" Lan Xi asked with concern, Zhao Ji also took two steps closer, and sat cross-legged on a big stone next to the young man, Lan Xi glanced at him in surprise and didn't say anything.

"It's all that Yang Jian, what kind of 'rice field affairs' were implemented in the early years, and everything that exceeded the original title deed had to pay taxes. Later, this method was soon spread throughout the country, and when we reached Liangshanbo, which was 800 miles away, we even had to pay a ship tax, and ships that exceeded the original registration of the government had to pay taxes. This means that the more industrious the boat owners in recent years, the more new ships they have added, the more unlucky they will be. ”

After speaking, the young man was gloomy for a while.

"Do you have a lot of boats?" Zhao Ji asked for the first time.

"Well," the young man nodded slightly, tears already flashing in his eyes, "My parents are in good health, hardworking and willing to endure hardships, and they have bought several new boats in the past few years, and they are just about to do a lot to revitalize the family business, and this damn tax is coming, and I am forced to pay taxes, but my family has just bought a new boat, where can I have any money to pay taxes." My parents begged the officials bitterly, saying that they would double the harvest this year, and they were even willing to write evidence to prove it. But ......"

Speaking of this, the young man couldn't cry, Lan Xi also felt sour in his heart, and a very bad guess came to his mind, "Is it ......?"

"Yes," the young man's eyes were blood-red, "my parents were arrested by the government and treated as a model of tax resistance, tortured, and both ......" The young man was already choked up and couldn't continue.

Lan Xi was shocked when he heard this, how could a child bear this.

He looked back at Zhao Ji sharply and glared at him fiercely.

"I, what's the matter with me......" Zhao Ji's voice was a little empty.

Lan Xi retracted his gaze and patted the young man's back gently, wanting to comfort but really didn't know what to say, what could be more tragic for a child than the tragic death of his parents?

It took a long time for the boy to gradually calm down his agitated emotions.

"I don't look like an ordinary fisherman when I hear you speak, you should have read a book, why don't you continue to read?" Zhao Ji finally asked a question that he thought was very self-contained, "One day in the future, if you enter the court, you can punish these corrupt officials and corrupt officials......

It's a pity that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sneer from the young man, "The imperial court? Do you think there is any hope for such a court? ”

The coldness in the words will tremble in anyone's heart when they hear it, and Lan Xi is a little convinced that this is the hero he once knew. At the same time, he turned around and glanced at Zhao Ji again, big brother, you are stupid!

"Pity my parents for their hard work for me to study, if I hadn't been at home that day when I was studying in the county, it is estimated that our family of three would have died together, and who else will remember our hatred?" The young man didn't stop, stared straight at Zhao Ji, and asked a question that Zhao Ji couldn't answer, Zhao Ji could only open his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

"Bold!" Xiao Dezi behind Zhao Ji was not happy.

"Shut up!" Zhao Ji scolded, and Xiao Dezi quickly shrank aside, not daring to speak again.

"So, are there many cases like yours?" Lan Xi knew that she was stupid with this question, but she didn't ask this question for herself, she wanted Zhao Ji to know what the world had been tossed into by their monarchs and ministers.

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