Zhang was apprehensive, and returned to Zhangjia Village with Zhang San and Zhang Heizi, "Fortunately, the prince of the stove did not blame us, and promised to give us porridge to eat." ”

"Yes, the Lord of the Stove is so good, I know that it is a natural and man-made disaster, so that our harvest is not good, and we don't even have the strength to worship."

Zhang San scratched his head and said, I didn't expect the fairy lord to be so easy to speak, and he didn't blame them, sure enough, there are gods three feet above his head, this fairy can see things in the world clearly, if the county commander has such a means, there will be no unjust, false and wrongful cases in the world.

"That's it, that old man Zhang is a man-made disaster, why didn't the prince of the stove report to the Jade Emperor and collect it for that old man."

Zhang Heizi couldn't help but say.

"Beat you to death! Shut up! Is that what you can say? ”

Zhang Zheng glared at Zhang Heizi, hurriedly looked left and right, thinking that Master Zhang would not come to them, he breathed a sigh of relief, it should not be heard by outsiders, and it reached the ears of Master Zhang.

In normal times, Zhang Heizi definitely didn't dare to say anything, but today he saw the king of the stove, and Zhang Hei couldn't help but reply.

"Uncle Ability, the Lord of the Stove is not as fierce as you, isn't that right, that Master Zhang, ask for nine points of tax for the foreheads, let's work hard to dig food in it for a whole year, he is good, take nine points directly, let's keep one point."

"He kept saying to them that the housekeeper wanted it, and he didn't go into his own pot."

"You dare to say anything, I will kill you!"

Zhang was anxious when he heard this, and directly kicked Zhang Heizi on the body, kicking Zhang Heizi to the ground, Zhang San hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed it, and he also felt in his heart that what Zhang Heizi said was true.

"Uncle Ability, this is no one else, it won't be heard, what he said is true," Zhang San said quickly.

"Besides, aren't you just afraid that the landlord will hear about it, and either you will have no land to cultivate or you will be beaten to death? We all have the blessing of the Lord of the Stove, and when the time comes, please ask the Lord of the Stove, won't it work? ”

"The Lord of the Stove loves the people like a son, can he ignore them."

"Ugh."

Zhang sighed, "What you said is reasonable, I just can't let go of that place." ”

Without an old man Zhang, there will be a son of the old man Zhang who will become an old man Zhang, and their sons will inherit their father's business and be masters from generation to generation.

But what about Zhang's ability, he wants to farm the land, his son also wants to farm, he is a tenant for the old man's family, and his son's son also has to farm, and he doesn't know when he can plant his own land.

"Let's go, go tell the folks about it."

The three knocked on the door and called out the villagers.

Not long after, more than 200 people, old and young, gathered together, and everyone exclaimed after hearing what Zhang and the three of them had seen.

"Ability, is what you said true?"

An old man asked tremblingly on crutches, old age and malnutrition, he was almost as thin as a handful of firewood, as if the wind would fall.

This is one of the few old people in the village, and the oldest in the village, having been a tenant for forty years before retiring at the age of fifty-five.

"Old man, of course it's true, how dare you joke with the Lord of the Stove?"

Zhang Cangshi hurriedly said, he didn't dare to say much on weekdays, and he didn't dare to make fairy jokes if he was given two dares.

Hearing Zhang Quan's answer, Zhang Quan did not doubt that he had him, and cloudy old tears flowed out of his eyes, "Lord Stove must have seen that our life was too bitter and manifested!" ”

He whimpered.

The elderly people around him also started crying.

"When are you going to get porridge, and with the stove prince here, don't you have to be hungry."

Someone said excitedly.

"Tomorrow, the priest next to the Lord of the Stove told the foreheads that they would come to receive the porridge tomorrow, but it would be gone if it was late, and the three of them would be late today, and they didn't receive anything, so they watched those people eating porridge with white flowers and pickles."

Zhang Benshi stretched out three fingers, his face was full of regret, they could have received porridge today, but unfortunately they didn't go down directly, but watched from the mountain, thinking of this, he was a little heartbroken, and he knew that he would go down directly.

"What are you waiting for tomorrow, let's leave tonight."

"That's right, Uncle Skill, didn't you leave in the middle of the night yesterday, and you couldn't walk there for four hours."

Someone mentioned this, Zhang Ben's heart was even more panicked, and he suddenly said angrily to the man, "Hey, what are you talking about, you just don't dare to go down, and you dare to see the Lord of the Stove come out, miss the time, aren't you for the villagers, otherwise you would have drunk white porridge today." ”

"By the way, Uncle Skill, in less than two days, we will have to pay the grain, is there any way?"

"Yes, can't we hand over the grain we have from there and plant it in the next year?"

"Uncle Skill, didn't you see the Lord of the Stove, why don't you tell him about it."

Someone asked.

A look of embarrassment appeared on Zhang Ability's face, and Zhang Heizi immediately stood up after seeing it, "Uncle Ability doesn't dare to say it, I'll come." ”

He told Fang Cai about the quarrel with Zhang Ben.

"That's it, the Lord of the Stove said that it was a man-made disaster, the Lord of the Stove must be on the side of the foreheads, and when the time comes, he will definitely have a way."

Zhang Heizi's narration is very clear and has strong personal feelings, although it is not as good as the speech genius, but in this case Zhang Heizi's talent is enough to support him to express his emotions.

"It's still the king of the stove, who loves the people like a son!"

"Yes, let's talk to Lord Stove tomorrow, Lord Stove will definitely help us solve it."

"That's it, isn't it very simple that the Lord of the Stove can conjure up white porridge, mustard vegetables, and some grain for us to hand over."

"yes."

Everyone echoed one after another, they didn't think about punishing the landlord, but thought about letting the gods conjure up grain and hand it over to the landlord.

If Liu Zhenhua listened to it, I am afraid that he would think of a story he saw at that time, two peasants in ancient times fantasized about the life of being emperors.

One peasant said that the emperor would eat all-you-can-eat white flour steamed buns every day, and the other said that the emperor would definitely use a gold hoe when he went to the ground.

Now these people have the help of the Lord of the Stove, and they even want to let the Lord of the Stove conjure up the grain to pay taxes.

Zhang Heizi wondered a little in his mind, why did he still have to pay taxes? Why should they be tenants for the rest of their lives?

"Why do we have to pay taxes, we all have the Lord of the Stove, I see that there is a group of people standing behind the Lord of the Stove with weapons, why can't we follow the Lord of the Stove?"

Zhang Heizi asked.

Zhang Heizi's words made everyone stunned, but they hadn't thought about it.

Someone said something glutinously.

"Why are you going to farm next year if you don't pay taxes?"

"Can you beg the Lord of the Stove to conjure up some land for the foreheads to plant, so that you don't have to pay taxes?"

Everyone, you think this sentence is feasible, but you can ask tomorrow.