"These fields are the property of wealthy households, and tenants only cultivate them on their behalf, so it's good to be able to divide them fifty-fifty." The land prince was strange in his heart, and he didn't know why Qiu Ping seemed to react so much.

"Then why don't tenants have their own fields? Are they not diligent enough? Qiu Ping continued to ask.

"This ...... They are naturally diligent in their work, but they ...... It's just that the reasons for this are complicated. The land lord was speechless for a while, and even a little evasive and panicked under Qiu Ping's questioning.

Seeing that Qiu Ping did not continue to speak, the land lord secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had just inexplicably felt a hint of oppression from this little loach's body, which made him breathless.

The composition of these outsiders is very complicated, in addition to the servants and servants of the wealthy family, there is actually a middle-aged monk, who looks a little nondescript.

"Ding Zhuang Li Huowang, cultivate 18 acres of paddy fields, pay 27 stone of grain, go on the scales." A servant of a wealthy family flipped through the books with a book and read aloud.

After that, Li Zheng arranged for people to fill the Hu with a full amount of grain, and even overflowed, and the rice was poured into a sharp tip on the Hu bucket, like a pagoda.

After the weighing is complete, it is time to breach.

But I saw a government official running a few steps, and then flew up and kicked on the bucket.

The originally towering rice spilled out a lot of grain in an instant, and a lot of it sank into the bucket.

When the peasants saw this scene, they were like a kick in their hearts, but they did not dare to be angry or speak.

And those who came with him laughed and praised this kick for being so perfect, that ordinary people could not kick it so much.

"What does that mean?" Qiu Ping said that he was puzzled, didn't the official have a brain disease, what did he do with that kick?

"This is ...... When weighing, load the grain high, and after weighing, kick it again to kick out some of the grain. The food kicked out was used as a loss to the government, but it was not enough to weigh it, so the tenants needed to go back and make up for the lack of food. The land lord explained in a whisper.

This has been a matter for a long time, and he is used to it.

But facing Qiu Ping today, he was inexplicably weak.

"And such things? If every Hu kicks it, the villagers will have to pay much more food in the end than the original allocation, which is too bullying. When Qiu Ping heard this, he was stunned by this operation.

"The government also needs to transport grain to the state treasury, and there will be losses here...... This is also common-sense...... These are all human affairs, and if the dynasty is tyrannical, God will punish it. The landlord didn't know what he was talking about, and his words were reversed, and in the end he even had a little pleading.

"How does Heaven punish you? Is it a calamity? Or let the four o'clock be disordered? …… So who is this punishing? Is it the dignitaries of the Manchu Dynasty, or the lowest level of the people? ”

Qiu Ping looked at the land lord and asked very seriously.

"Shhh In Shinto, don't talk about heaven in vain. The face of the land prince changed, and his heart fluttered.

This little loach is too bold.

"These things have been like this since ancient times, so I can do my part." He was worried that Qiu Ping was young and vigorous, so he was too long-winded.

Qiu Ping was silent for a long time, and then sighed faintly for a while.

"That's how it has been since ancient times, right?"

……

I was busy until the sun was about to set, and all the grain was weighed and bagged.

The grain was loaded onto the carts and wheelbarrows in the village, and had to be pushed into the city by the young men of the village.

"Everyone, let me introduce you to my master, this is Master Jinghai, from the Luohan Monastery in Huangzhong Mountain. Half of the paddy fields in Huangao Village have been donated to the Zen Monastery by my master. In the future, everyone will pay the rent, and it will be handed over to this master. ”

Seeing that the bag was ready, a wealthy slave clapped his hands and enthusiastically introduced to everyone.

The middle-aged monk always had an unhurried smile on his face, and when he saw everyone looking at him, he folded his hands and bowed.

The crowd didn't react to this, it was just a change of master's house, and they didn't give them rent reductions and exemptions, so what was there to pay attention to.

"Alright, Master, then we can go." When the servant saw this attitude of the people, he felt bored in his heart, and when he saw that it was getting late, he led them on his way.

"Please wait a moment, when I enter the village, I see a temple of gods in the village, and I should pay respect." The monk took out the bowl, filled it with grain bags on the side, and then came to the land temple at the head of the village.

"The little monk is the Jinghai of the Luohan Zen Temple, worshiping the Fude God of Huangao Village, some new rice, and please use the Zhengshen." Now within the scope of the human dynasty, the power of Shinto is huge, and he Buddhism cannot interfere. Nowadays, if you want to spread Buddhism in Changning County, you naturally have to have a good relationship with the people here.

Standing in front of the temple, the land lord took a deep breath and enjoyed all the food essence in the bowl.

If someone uses this rice to cook rice again, they will only feel like chewing wax and it will be difficult to swallow.

This monk has some cultivation in the body, and he is considered a cultivator, and the sacrifices he offers are also rare and good for the small gods in the countryside.

After Jinghai worshipped, he poured the rice onto the offering table in front of the Land Temple, and then changed to a bowl of rice and walked to the ancient well.

Qiu Ping's grade was lower than that of the land god, and he did not have a formal place of worship, but just pressed a piece of yellow paper with the name of his god written on it with a few pieces of masonry, and regarded it as a shrine.

"Jinghai has seen the god of the well, these new rice, for the god of the well." In comparison, the importance of the well god is much inferior to that of the land lord, and the treatment in all aspects is more shabby.

Although he was still doing the things of worship, the number of rituals was not so thorough.

After chanting, he poured some of the rice into the ancient well and waited for the well god to suck it.

However, there was no movement in the ancient well, and there was no god to collect the essence in the rice.

Jing Hai was a little puzzled, so he amplified his voice, "Some new rice, for the well god, and please use the well god." ”

But after shouting, there was still no movement in the ancient well.

"A little ......" He was about to amplify his voice a little more, but he only saw a strong wind sweeping out of thin air all around, and a thick mist rising from the ancient well.

Monk Jinghai was shocked and was about to take a step back.

But I only saw a huge dragon-like monster emerging from the mist, it was dozens of zhang long, the scales were hideous, the eyes were like flames spitting, and the mouth was open and closed, with sharp teeth, which looked extremely terrifying. The surrounding fog is faint, everything seems to be illusory, bright and uncertain.

"Boom."

The monster's tail slammed into Monk Jinghai's body and smashed it straight away.

A gust of wind blew out, blowing the rice all over the ground, spilling the monk's body.

"Call your mother, Lao Tzu is the most annoying monk in his life, get out!"

I can't beat mortals, I can't beat you?

A monk who doesn't recite scriptures well, but also dares to learn to collect rent?