Feng Jun was stunned when he heard this, and it took a long time to ask, "What is the hidden household, and what is the escape?"

Sister Lang's mouth opened slightly, she was very surprised, you can actually ask such an idiotic question?

However, thinking about this person's strange costume and looking at all the strange utensils around him, she felt that she could ask such a question, as if it were ...... It's not unacceptable.

So she patiently explained.

It belongs to a country called Donghua, and there is an official government, and if there is an official government, there is a problem of collecting taxes.

For ordinary Li Shu, the government levies a poll tax, which is counted and collected through the registration of the population.

Some people have no land, take refuge in a large local household, and hide their identity, this is called a hidden household, and some of the registered population, because of famine or other reasons, have fled and will never go back, this is called a fleeing household.

Neither of these has a proper identity, compared with the fugitive, the hidden household because of the shelter, as long as it does not go far, it is basically no problem.

Therefore, in comparison, there are more traitors in the runaways, if those who are innocent and can't survive, they can take refuge in those big households as hidden households, and only those who are not willing to be exploited by the big households are serious escapees.

According to Sister Lang, his father originally wanted to be grateful to Feng Jun, but he suspected that Feng Jun was a fugitive, so he was reluctant to contact more.

Feng Jun is not very reluctant to household registration management, he comes from a country where household registration management is quite strict, but he is still a little puzzled by Lang Zhen's reaction, "Is the government very strict in tracking down fugitives?"

"It's not very strict," Sister Lang shook her head, there are still many people in Xiaohu Village who don't have identities, anyway, when the government comes to check, they just hide out, there are few people here, and people from the government can't come twice a year.

But she pointed out one point, "A lot of bad things are done by fugitives, why do they suspect that you are a spying of the bandits? Because other villages have encountered this kind of thing, but I know that you are not that kind of person." ”

Feng Jun was completely speechless when he heard such a powerful reason, so he could also understand why the people in the village were so wary of him, "Is there a market town nearby?"

It took a while for Sister Lang to figure out the meaning of the market town, so she said loudly, "One hundred and twenty miles away, there is a town called Sungai, and every half a month, there is a big market. ”

There are nearly 10,000 residents in Shuangxi Town, which is the size of a small town on the earth, and even if it is a lively place on weekdays, there is a small market every Friday, and the nearby villages usually go there.

Every half a month, there is a big market in Sungai Town, which is very lively, and even people from Xiaohu Village will rush over.

Speaking of which, Xiaohu Village is more than 100 miles away from Shuangxi Town, and half of it is a mountain road, but Lang Damei said that for everyone, this road is nothing, and there are fields here to grow crops, which is the most important thing.

Regarding Feng Jun's desire to go to Shuangxi Town, she expressed her cautious disbelief, "The town is about to check the identity, and the people there are very cunning and bad, and they collect our mountain goods very cheaply." ”

Feng Jun smiled, this so-called bad is probably because the people in the town are tactful and more profit-oriented, right?

Then he figured out the currency, and the monetary system was similar to that of the Ming Dynasty, even though it was called Donghua.

The base currency is a copper plate, which is also the kind that is round on the outside and square on the inside, and a thousand copper plates are exchanged for a silver dollar, and the silver dollar is the most expensive popular currency unit, and then a hundred silver dollars are exchanged for one or two gold.

The purchasing power of copper plates here is also very strong, if you live in the market town, seven or eight copper plates are enough to ensure that a person eats and drinks for a day, of course, this refers to opening your own stove, and it is definitely not enough to eat in a restaurant.

However, Sister Lang also said that the people in Xiaohu Village basically do not use copper plates.

They eat all in the fields, and the clothes they wear are cut from home-woven cloth, and only those things that cannot be produced such as pots and scissors go to the market and buy them.

Lang eldest sister also said that her father Lang Zhen said that if the Yaling green bamboo shoots picked this time were sold to shops in the town, they might be sold for about ten silver dollars, and if they were sold at the market, they might be sold for twenty to thirty silver dollars.

That's right, there is so much difference in price, or she thinks the people in the town are bad.

Feng Jun pondered for a moment before asking, "How much is that machete worth?"

Sister Lang replied excitedly that the machete was worth five silver dollars, which was a very good knife.

As for how much the long sword was worth, she didn't say, but she did say that the thorn of the spirit hedgehog on Feng Jun's back was worth at least fifty silver dollars if it was sold in Fucheng.

Feng Jun's brows raised slightly, and he asked in surprise, "The thorns of the spirit hedgehog are so valuable?"

"That's the spirit beast level," Sister Lang looked at him, and said in her heart that this person didn't understand anything.

But she still patiently explained, "My father said that the spirit hedgehog likes to throw thorns around, and the thorns that fall off are not worth much, only twenty or thirty silver dollars, and your thorn was taken down alive, and there is spirit beast qi and blood, and fifty silver dollars is not much." ”

This is not bad, Feng Jun was overjoyed when he heard this, there was more than such a spirit hedgehog thorn in his hand.

He went to the place where the orangutan and the hedgehog were fighting, and picked up a full nine thorns.

At that time, he didn't plan to sell this thing for money, but he just thought that the texture of this thing was good, tough and sharp, it really couldn't work, and it was not bad to take it back to the earth to make an ornament, who would have thought that this thing could be sold for money?

Of course, those nine thorns must be at the level of twenty or thirty silver dollars, but even so, it is an unexpected fortune.

Thinking of this, Feng Jun couldn't help but regret it a little, he knew that this was the case, so he picked up those broken thorns.

The place where the two goods fought, it was turned upside down, and hundreds of thorns of the spirit hedgehog were scattered, and Feng Jun deliberately picked up nine of them in the best condition.

Sister Lang didn't know why he was happy, but she solemnly warned the other party, "The thorns of the spirit hedgehog are definitely more expensive than the Yaling green bamboo shoots I dug up, you had better wrap them up and don't let people see them again." ”

Feng Jun reacted at this time, what he wanted to sell might be a huge amount of money in the eyes of others, "Are there many people who are forced to buy and sell in the market?"

"It may be more, or it may be less," Lang replied thoughtlessly.

However, she still explained, "There are not many of them, it depends on whether you are strong or not, if you are strong enough, it is a safe market." ”

What a simple philosophy of survival! Feng Jun couldn't help but sigh secretly, and then asked out loud, "You sell Yaling green bamboo shoots, will you sell them publicly?"

"Of course...... No," Sister Lang hesitated, but shook her head dejectedly, "My father is very strong, but ...... He is not the most powerful, and if he sells it publicly, there is a high probability that he will not be able to return to Xiaohu Village. ”

When Feng Jun heard this, he frowned slightly, it turned out that what was said in Xianxia novels was true, in a world where strength is paramount, it is really too common to kill people and seize treasures.

But even so, he couldn't help but complain, "This market in Shuangxi Town, it's a little messy, right? ”

"Is it messy, I feel good," Sister Lang blinked and looked at him in surprise, "After all, there is order here...... It's not good, but it's better to have order than no order. ”

Feng Jun stopped talking for a while, what you said was so reasonable, I was speechless.

He did not intend to accuse the other party of being tolerant of order, but asked again, "Well, I can't go to town to do business...... Unless you get an identity first. ”

"Probably...... That's it," Lang Damei replied uncertainly, although she is not young, but most of the time, she lives in the closed mountain village of Xiaohu Village, "Jia Xingwang's father is the village head, I'll ask him to see if I can help you get an identity." ”

"Don't look for that bastard," Brother Lang snapped, "He forced the younger brother to call him brother-in-law, and if the younger brother didn't scream, he would kick the younger brother's ass." ”

Sister Lang's face was pulled down after brushing the ground, and she spoke gloomily, "This kid doesn't want to live, right?"

At this moment, a voice sounded in the distance, "Big sister, it's getting dark, aren't you going home yet?"

It was none other than Jia Xingwang who spoke, he was standing dozens of meters away, holding a cyan oilcloth umbrella in his hand, and looking at this place with a cold gaze.

Seeing that it was him, Sister Lang pulled out the firewood knife on her waist on the ground, stepped out of her strong thighs, and walked over to the other party, "Bastard, you dare to kick my little brother's ass?"

Jia Xingwang originally had a gloomy face, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but laugh dryly, "Don't, I was joking with him, and I also gave him a piece of jerky, little brother...... That's right?"

When the little brother heard this, he cried out aggrievedly, "You only gave me a little, not enough for a mouthful." ”

Brother Lang's IQ is obviously a little in arrears, but children can't ask for too much.

But when Sister Lang heard this, she was a little embarrassed, she hesitated for a moment before she spoke coldly, "If you beat my little brother again, I will beat you too, and I will give you jerky as a big deal." ”

Jia Xingwang was relieved to see that she was not pursuing it, but when he saw Feng Jun not far away, he was furious again, "Eldest sister, this kind of stranger of unknown origin, you better hurry up and get rid of him, otherwise don't blame me for being polite." ”

Sister Lang snorted coldly, "My guest of the Lang family, it's not your Jia family's turn to point fingers." ”

"I think you're dizzy!" Jia Xingwang shouted angrily, "My family is going to give you a dowry, you are about to be my Jia family's daughter-in-law, and you actually associate with this kind of person?"

"What kind of person am I?" Feng Jun was furious when he heard this, "Who am I, you are not qualified enough to comment, a village chief with a big fart, and dare to show off his power with me?

He is in the earth realm, and he does not have such a big anger, but the people in this space speak very straightforwardly, and the contempt is directly on their faces, which makes people extremely unbearable.

Anyway, he has a lot of means, and he is still afraid of such a dirt stick?