116 copper coins
In the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the money and grain had to be handed over, and now there are forty days left, and the time is not urgent.
Chen Fei knew that this was his first test, and he couldn't even do this well, let alone pass the test of King Tang.
After knowing such a heavy levy and miscellaneous taxes, Chen Fei asked Sun Qiao a very rebellious sentence: "Why haven't they rebelled yet?" ”
And Sun Qiao's words made Chen Fei silent, and most of the people in Hutou County had fallen into the grass.
After learning more about it, Chen Fei also sighed, many farmers were forced to enter the mountains in desperation, occupy some critical places, and set up camp on it, of course, except for one or two of the largest ones, the others are actually not "Kou", because they never do the business of killing people and goods, but just hiding in the mountains to live.
Chen Fei's plan now is very simple, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, and the iron ore that can still be sold here for some money is not difficult, but the main road is sure that it cannot be used to transport iron ore, and there are rapids and waterfalls on the waterway, so you can only open a road by yourself.
Forty days for a road in the true sense of the word is far from enough, but Chen Fei is not greedy, as long as he opens a road that can be temporarily topped.
Naturally, the people have to be recruited to open the road, because of the Warcraft, they have to pull out a group of temporary defense manpower, what Chen Fei has to do today is to inspect the people's situation and see how much salary is appropriate every day.
Bringing a hat and wearing old clothes, it can be regarded as a brief disguise, Chen Fei came to the street at this time.
Muddy roads, lifeless broken cities, many farmers are basking in the sun at the door of their homes, but there is no trace of comfort on their faces, but a thick confusion, as Chen Fei said, they are a group of people who have lost hope and cannot see tomorrow.
Maybe at this moment, they are calculating in their hearts how many whips they will receive if they can't pay their food in a few dozen days...... That's deadly.
Chen Fei suddenly felt that his disguise seemed unnecessary, probably he was wearing a peacock appearance, and they wouldn't look at him twice because of this.
Walking step by step, the more he walked, the more cold he became, although there was indeed no need to plant anything at this time, but this momentum of losing all hope still made Chen Fei feel powerless.
The entire street was covered in ankle-high mud, and although Chen Fei had been trying to find a place to put his feet, it was only for a moment that both feet were soaked in the mud.
Although Chen Fei has no electricity in the small county town where Zhuang Hao is located, it is very similar to the ancient society, but there is at least a little white garbage there, and there is no trace of modernization here...... Chen Fei didn't know what to describe it as a descriptor.
"it, less, less, let the pillar eat more." The rare sound made Chen Fei slowly stop.
The place where I am walking at the moment is the largest small street in Hutou County, except for a few tiny cold shops, both sides of the street are full of farmhouse houses, the lower half of the wall is dirty because of the perennial splashing of soil, the door is open, and you can see the appearance of this home at a glance.
On the wall hung a hat, a bamboo dustpan, a kang covered with patches but a fairly clean quilt, a child was asleep, an old cupboard, a stove, and a sick woman was making a fire.
The man picked up the bowl and drank it all as if he was drinking water, and the woman hurriedly scooped another bowl, and when he scooped it, Chen Fei saw it clearly, this so-called porridge was too thin, and the rice in it could even be counted one by one, and the color of the porridge was light brown, probably with the addition of ground bark.
"It's about to be harvested, but I can't let people steal it, I still have to watch, the grain is about to be harvested, if the harvest is not even, you and the body of the pillar will not be able to withstand a few whips." Saying that, he poured it all down, threw the hat on the wall on his head, touched a notched hoe and grabbed the door, and saw a person standing two steps at the door, he couldn't help but be stunned, and he was even more stunned when he saw Chen Fei's white face, but he didn't have time to think about it, and trotted out of here.
The woman also saw Chen Fei at this moment, a little confused, but more vigilant.
"Don't be afraid," Chen Fei waved his hand and said, "When your man comes back, tell him that pay attention to the bulletin board these days, there will be opportunities to make money." He looked at the woman's suspicious eyes, and then at the child who only showed his head in the bed, and said, "Life will be better." ”
Leaving this family, Chen Fei's mood became a little heavier, and he finally saw that the family was in good spirits, but he couldn't be happy in his heart.
Holding down a breath of turbidity, after just taking a few steps, Chen Fei's footsteps stopped.
A turnip-like child, with such a large head against the background of his thin body, his hair is sparse and yellow, his cheekbones are high, his clothes are thin, and he stands barefoot on the ground without mud, shivering with cold at this time.
He had a large handful of bandaged dead leaves in his hand, and it took a long time to see that they were tobacco leaves.
Chen Fei's feet seemed to be filled with lead and stopped there.
At this time, a man walked past the radish head, and the radish head seemed to see a little hope, as if begging and selling: "Uncle, buy ...... Buying cigarettes? Buy one, okay...... Good pumping. ”
Chen Fei looked a little sad, he couldn't take a step anymore, just stood here quietly, watched quietly, and waited until noon, finally a middle-aged man with good clothes bought more than half, but Chen Fei couldn't see it clearly, it seemed that he only sold for about twenty copper coins.
The turnip head was a little happy, and immediately walked in the direction of home, and even the bare feet were a little lighter.
Suddenly, two officials stopped him and shouted, "Stop! ”
Chen Fei was stunned for a moment and stopped behind.
And the two officials shouted: "Commercial tax! Warp money, monthly pile money, magic money! ”
The turnip head trembled, and he was clutching the mouth of his coat with money.
"Strong, if you don't want to be whipped, bring it," sighed one of the officials.
"What nonsense! Bring! Another servant stepped on another step, the radish head subconsciously shrank back, the servant was angry, pulled out the hand of the radish head, pulled away one finger after another, snatched the copper coins, counted, touched four out, the hand of the radish head trembled, did not catch it, fell two and fell into the mud.
"What are you doing!" Chen Fei couldn't hold back any longer, his whole body trembled with anger, and shouted loudly.
"Hey, there are still those who dare to hinder the affairs of my county government, it's really ......" The official's voice suddenly stopped, and he said incredulously: "The palace ...... Your Highness? ”
"What are you doing!" Chen Fei's eyes almost wanted to erupt with fire, and he shouted: "Bring it!" ”
The official was at a loss and immediately handed over the copper coin, and Chen Fei took it, with the body temperature of the radish head on it.
The other official was a little more clever, and had already seen something, and explained: "Your Highness, all the 1,800 silver dollars in the treasury are collected from such copper coins. ”
Chen Fei's hand trembled slightly, looking at the radish head squatting in the mud looking for copper coins, the guilt in his heart made him feel faceless to face him.
The radish head Mu Ran found the copper coin in the mud, Mu Ran wiped it on the torn clothes, and left step by step.
Chen Fei looked at the thin figure that seemed to fall down at any time, and suddenly felt that these more than ten copper coins were so hot.