When the young village chief saw Hanzi taking the initiative to ask for help, he was overjoyed and said, "Brother, you have to be careful, don't annoy the adults." If he gets annoyed, our village may be over this time. You can have a friendship with an adult, that's a great fate, don't ruin this friendship because of this. In the eyes of the young village chief, this friendship may be of great use in the future. Although human lives are at stake, in comparison, the lives of people in a village are far more important than the lives of two people who are arrested to deduct taxes.

Hanzi smiled, he recognized that the tax collector had a good temperament, although it looked scary at times, but it was really good. If anyone dares to say that the tax collector is not good, he will definitely stand up and say: "The tax collector can burn charcoal, and he can build cars, and he has taught us, why is it bad? You say he is scary, but does he kill people as soon as other tax collectors come? No. An adult who doesn't kill people, but also teaches people how to work faster and better, what's so bad?!

This is the most direct and simple idea in Hanzi's heart, and no one can reverse what he recognizes. It is estimated that Lu Jingzhi really killed someone in front of him at this time, and he would also think that the person should be killed.

Those who burn charcoal always have a fire in their hearts, and they must do everything immediately. After Hanzi finished talking to the young village chief, he came to Lu Jingzhi, pounced, and knelt down.

The other villagers who were watching the carpenter build the car were startled and watched the charcoal maker. The charcoal maker didn't care whether he was being watched or not, and said to the tax collector: "My lord, please spare the people of our village." For a moment, the crowd didn't know what was going on, and they gathered around and talked about who in the village had happened to them.

Lu Jingzhi saw that the charcoal maker was coming with great momentum, he was a child, not a few years older than the son of the charcoal maker's family, he must not be able to stop him, so he knelt on the ground, just looked at him coldly. At this time, hearing him begging for mercy, he frowned and said, "The young master came here this time, has he ever hurt the people in your village?"

The charcoal craftsman knelt on the ground and shook his head, "My lord is benevolent and righteous, and he has not hurt any of us. ”

Lu Jingzhi asked again: "Then have we arrested anyone in your village?"

The charcoal smith shook his head again and said, "My lord, we all live and do things by ourselves, and we have never been arrested and coerced. ”

Lu Jingzhi sneered: "What do you say about Rao?"

The charcoal maker bowed and said, "My lord, if you take away all the sulfur we have produced in the past six months, we can only let the tax collection team over there pull people to pay taxes." That's a few lives, my lord. Later, tears broke down in his eyes, and his head hit the ground heavily, and although it was sandy, it also scratched a layer of skin, and his forehead was dripping with blood.

Lu Jingzhi heard him say that he was miserable, and he felt a little unbearable in his heart, and saw that he kowtowed a few times in a row, making his face bloody, so he waved his hand and said: "Get up and talk, get up." ”

The charcoal craftsman stood up, almost half as tall as Lu Jingzhi, and stood closer, somewhat threatening. Lu Jingzhi asked him to take a few steps back and speak slowly.

"My lord, please give the people in the village a way to live......" Hanzi was still a little naïve, but his face was flushed with anxiety, and the color of blood was even more hideous, but he couldn't say more words in his mouth. Lu Jingzhi waited impatiently for him to finish speaking, and asked people to call the village chief. As soon as the young village chief came, he saw Hanzi with a bloody face there, and his heart was a little wider, knowing that the adults were not angry, and he was moved by compassion.

Lu Jingzhi saw that the young village chief looked nervous, but unlike other onlookers, he had a look of caution, as if he was a little relaxed, so he guessed the young village chief's thoughts. If you want to talk about human accidents and experience, ten Lu Jingzhi are not as good as the young village chief, although the age difference between the two is not big, but Lu Jingzhi still reads more than he does things after all. However, when it comes to psychological theoretical knowledge and reasoning ability, twenty young village chiefs can't tie up one Lu Jingzhi.

"Brother village chief, why did you run away without a shadow after such a long time? You see that the master charcoal master is in a hurry, and he will have to punish you in a while. Lu Jingzhi snorted and watched the village chief's reaction. This is a psychological trick, called knocking on the side, by pointing out important related events, so that the other party takes the initiative to say it.

The young village chief laughed and said, "My lord, this person is stupid and stupid, and he makes you unhappy, don't care." ”

Lu Jingzhi snorted and said, "Master Hanzi is stupid, he is not as smart as the village chief's eldest brother, and let people use it as a gunman!"

When the young village chief heard this, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that this was not right, although it was the son himself who came to ask for favors from the adults just now, in case the adults blamed him...... Thinking of this, he hurriedly said: "My lord, this ......"

Lu Jingzhi didn't give him a chance to speak, and said: "The eldest brother of the village chief thinks that he has a high status, and this is related to the lives of people in the village, but he assigned Master Hanzi to come and talk to me." So be it, and I'll leave you half of your brimstone. It's just that this foolish master's family, I'm going to take it away. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. The charcoal craftsman's family has easily learned to make anti-poison charcoal masks, which is the hope of the whole village in the second half of the year, how can it be said that they will be pulled away? Although it is also appropriate to pull people to deduct taxes, the ghost clan has always picked the old, weak, sick and disabled who will not affect the productivity the most, and they can even be selected by the village chief to hand them over. If the tax collector dragged the charcoal carpenter's family away, the people of the village would have to return to their old work of returning every two hours.

"My lord, can you choose someone else?" the young village chief looked devastated, not that he really felt that the village could not do without the charcoal craftsman's family, but the loss was beyond his expectations.

Although Hanzi is not very good at speaking, it is because he is introverted, but listening to the meaning of the village chief and the tax officer, this time he is afraid that it will fall on his own family. Thinking of his young wife and young children, I can't help but feel sour. His wife and children were also watching the car building on the side, and when he saw that the tax collector was going to pull himself to the tax deduction, he knew that there was no hope of resisting, so he consciously walked over and leaned against Hanzi, quietly waiting for the result of the discussion between the village chief and the adult.

Hanzi's son is thin and small, a bit of a Xiao mother, but his personality is completely like his father, he is usually quiet and diligent, and he is the second son of Hanzi. Like all little boys, he always admired his father when he was young, and in his young heart, life should be like this: after he learned to burn charcoal, he could let his father enjoy some easy time in his lifetime, and support the family by himself. If one day, my father is dragged away to get a tax deduction, it will also be the last contribution to the village. Then he married a wife and had children, taught his children to burn charcoal, and when the children were older, they threw their hands on him and waited for them to be pulled away. Isn't this the cycle of life? But now that the tax collector wants to take his family away, there will be no more charcoal craftsmen in the village. The skinny boy was a little confused, was it worth it for his father to do this?

"Mom, do we have to go with the tax collector?" the child asked his mother quietly. His mother nodded, hugging him tighter.

"But the lord is not a ghost, what does he want us to do?" The child glanced at the tax collector quickly, and saw that he was looking at the village chief with a cold face, but the village chief was smiling with a cold sweat on his face.

"I don't know. Mother really didn't know, "Maybe let's burn charcoal for him." He taught us to burn charcoal, and he shouldn't have killed us so quickly. "Only with value can there be a way to live, this is not a profound philosophy, but the most simple desire of people living at the bottom.

Hanzi listened to the conversation between his son and his wife, and his heart was extremely entangled. If it wasn't for my impulse just now, I wanted to buy a favor with an adult, maybe it wasn't my family that was pulled away this year. Even if he really draws lots, at least his son and wife can keep it. Maybe the wife will take the child to find another man, but the child has almost learned this craft. Even the adult's charcoal burning method, he has learned it, and it is not a problem to pass it on.

"My lord," Hanzi called out in a hoarse voice, he didn't expect that his voice would become powerful after a hundred emotions changed, "Can you just take me and my woman away this time and let my son go?"

Originally, the bargaining was over, and although the young village chief was reluctant, he did not have the courage to resist, so he had to be dragged away by the charcoal maker's family. And the words of the master charcoal maker reopened a negotiation, only this time the people who decided the fate were replaced by the tax collector and the son himself.

"Does your son know how to burn charcoal?" Lu Jingzhi asked.

"Yes, sir. "I don't dare to hide it. When adults question those below, deception and concealment can lead to massacre.

"Then bring it along. Lu Jingzhi refused to relax at all.

Hanzi doesn't say anything anymore, will the adults change their minds every day? It is impossible for adults to change their minds because of their own words, and if it is really so easy to change their minds, it is impossible for adults to change their minds. He resigned himself to hugging his wife and children, leaning against them, waiting for fate to come.

He accepted his fate, but someone did not. His son.

The little boy of Hanzi's family broke free from his father's hand, bowed humbly to the tax collector, who was not a few years older than himself, and asked, "My lord, what use do you want us to have?" If it is really like what his mother said, burning charcoal for adults, it is no different from staying in the village.

Lu Jingzhi likes this child very much, and it can be seen from his learning charcoal burning with his father that this is a good seedling with a high level of understanding. Seeing him ask, his mind changed, and he replied, "Your parents may continue to burn charcoal, but you won't." I have a greater usefulness. He meant that the child should learn more knowledge and be an assistant to himself in the future, but he misunderstood the child and thought that he was going to use his corpse to take away his soul.

"My lord, are you saying that as long as I am willing to 'contribute', I can let my parents go?" The child's mind is very simple, and he feels that everything valuable in this world can be exchanged. Exchanging his own life for the life of his parents, he was glad to be.

If you want to know what happens next, let's see the next breakdown.