After that, it's time to raise the field.

The so-called lifting field is to use a stone to crush the wheat, pick up all the wheat stalks with a wooden fork, shovel it with a wooden shovel, and raise it to the sky.

The wind blows the useless wheat crumbs aside, but the plump kernels fall straight down.

This year, I was lucky, and in the past few days, there has been wind every day, so that the speed has been a lot faster.

Lingbao looked at the wheat straw stack and thought that the book said that wheat straw can also be used as fertilizer.

The wheat was all bagged, weighed one by one, and waited for the tax to be paid, and the grain after the tax was paid was completely theirs.

The village chief guessed right.

Due to last year's floods, this year's harvest is not very good, and it is less than in previous years, so we have to save some food and drink.

The villagers are also a little unhappy, they are most afraid that the year will not be as good as the year, after all, this land is the most difficult to recover.

The village chief wrote down the catties and taels of each household, and reported it after the tax collector came, he was illiterate and illiterate, and he was rote memorizing.

I heard that there was a talent in Beihe Village, and when the tax officer came, he specially asked, "Which one is Cheng Xiucai?"

Xiucai is exempt from military service and hard labor, and he doesn't have to pay taxes, Cheng Zhongqian came over purely out of curiosity.

Cheng Zhongqian replied: "What is the matter with the tax officer?"

The tax collector smiled and waved his hand and said it was nothing.

Although this tax official has no rank, he is working for the official family and is consciously superior.

But he can't compare to Cheng Zhongqian, who has a meritorious reputation, for example, he also has to pay taxes.

Seeing that Cheng Zhongqian was familiar with the villagers of Beihe Village, the tax official weighed in his heart, not only was he kind, but he also did not take the opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Yes, there is no shortage of catties or two, and there is no shoddy old grain." The tax collector said, "Okay, you can go to the county seat and pay your taxes."

The villagers looked at Cheng Zhongqian and the tax collector who was kind to them, and they felt very unreal.

My God, is this still the tax collector with the highest eyes?

"Cheng Xiucai, then I'll go, and I'm still in a hurry to go to the next village."

The tax collector said hello and left.

Who can't see this, the tax official is looking at Cheng Xiucai's face!

"Ancestors manifest, ancestors manifest!"

This is why Cheng Zhongqian came to their village.

After the tax official registers, he can take the wheat to the county seat to pay taxes, and generally several villages under the jurisdiction of the governor go together to take care of it.

The village is not far away, so naturally everyone knows each other more or less.

At this time of year, it's inevitable to complain.

"I don't know if I asked my daughter-in-law to scold, that old man with a sladen face!"

"It's not, oops, it's fierce, my little granddaughter was scared to cry by his loud voice."

A young man next to him heard it and couldn't help but say, "I sneezed, and he scolded me."

Everyone looked at each other and sighed.

"Scold, scold, we're not the thin-skinned people, but why does he take a bag every year!"

That bag of noodles can make a few big steamed buns!

They are busy for a year, just for a few steamed buns, is it easy for them? As a result, these officials, why are they so shameless!

But what can they do?

They can't really make a big fuss about that bag of wheat, they're afraid of being put in small shoes!

The people in Beihe Village have not spoken, you look at me, I look at you.

The others noticed this and asked, "Hey, how is your village in Beihe? Was it also deducted by the tax collector?"

The village chief cleared his throat and pressed the corners of his mouth, trying not to look too smug, "Not really."

"I knew it...... Wait, what do you say? No?!" The man's voice attracted everyone's attention.

"Old man Han, are you wrong? Said one more

Words, right?"

The village chief waved his hand, pretending to be annoyed: "I haven't been confused yet, saying no is no!"

"No, why? What the hell is going on?"

"Old man Han, don't sell it, hurry up!"

Seeing that he was about to attack in a group if he didn't say anything more, the village chief cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Everyone also knows that our village has produced a talent."

Old man Han is shameless!

Is it a native of your village? Don't think they don't know, that Xiucai's surname is Cheng!

"Cheng Xiucai is famous, and the tax collector sees his face, treats us very kindly, and does not deduct food."

「......」

There was silence for a while, and everyone looked at the village chief with envy or jealousy.

"Old man Han, your lives are also well!"

There is a talent in the village, but it is not only as simple as being able to get a good face from the tax officer, but also has a lot of benefits!

In the future, the young men and girls in Beihe Village will say that it will be easier than other villages!

Under the hot eyes of everyone, the villagers of Beihe Village straightened their waists, not to mention how proud.

After paying the tax, the wheat is dried.

If there is a yard, they will dry it in the yard, and if there is no yard, they will dry it on the road in front of the door, anyway, they don't pay attention to it so much.

Lingbao and Cheng Jin took a broom and swept it from both sides to the middle to clean up the dust.

Cheng Zhongqian and the others took out the wheat and spread it evenly on the ground.

The sun hung high in the sky, and in such a short time, the faces of the tanned people turned red.

Lingbao ran to wash her face, the water in the basin was warmed, and when she saw Cheng Jin coming, she smiled.

When Cheng Jin walked in front of her, she stretched out her hand with a "bang", and the water droplets on her fingers bounced onto Cheng Jin's face.

Little girl, wilted!

Cheng Jin looked confused, and then realized that he let out an "oops" and slowly dodged.

"Hahaha, third brother, is it fun?"

Cheng Jin glanced at her, moved to the basin without a trace, and hooked a drop of water in his palm to play her.

Ling Bao closed his eyes as if he was facing a great enemy, and he didn't even hide.

Cheng Yun warned, "If you dare to get it on the wheat, see how I clean you up."

Lingbao said, "No, I have a sense of proportion."

That's not very measured.

Enough of playing, each holding a book in the shadows and reading without interfering with each other.

"Chirp-"

It's the call of a sparrow!

Lingbao looked up like an alert puppy, and saw several sparrows in the yard, fat and eating!

The most important thing to prevent is this kind of little sparrow that steals food!

She was so fascinated by the book that she almost forgot about it.

Lingbao stood up and was about to drive the little sparrows away, when he suddenly heard the sound of saliva "sucking".

A white shadow scurried out.

The little sparrow, not knowing that danger was coming, pecked at it, and suddenly a black shadow fell from the sky, and its huge claws grabbed its fateful throat.

The little sparrow looked up in a daze, and the king took a bite and swallowed the sparrow directly.

Lingbao: "......"

Lingbao: "!!"

The king spit out a few bird feathers, which are too small to stuff between his teeth!