Outside the window, the scorching sun was in the sky, the light was dazzling, and the sound of the enthusiastic cicadas was uninterrupted, making people unable to calm down at all. Yao Shu closed the book, walked out of the small study that his parents had specially set up for him, and went to the master bedroom. As he passed the gate, he glanced at the deserted fields under the hot sun, and the rice stalks were so hot that he was depressed.

When he went to his parents' place, before he entered the door, he heard his mother inside sighing sadly: "Look at the day outside, you are really going to die." The grain we planted is dying. ”

Yao Liqun lay on the rocking chair, took a leisurely sip of tea, opened his unconscious eyes, and replied lightly: "It's not." ”

Yao's mother was dissatisfied: "Did you listen to me!"

Yao Liqun landed on his feet and sat up from the gently rocking chair: "What are you yelling at me? I am the Dragon King, I can rain." ”

Yao's mother stabbed him: "This year's harvest is definitely not good, when the time comes, pay the rent money, what to pay! Don't say that you can't pay taxes, you won't have to rent land next year, and there will be no food for the winter this year." ”

Yao Liqun didn't care, he smiled proudly: "What's the hurry, our family doesn't have a showman." ”

Yao's mother couldn't sit still when she heard this, put down her fan, stood up from the bench and walked in front of him, pointed to his nose and said, "What's wrong with Xiucai? Also, don't go out every day to show off with people, you don't know what people say about our Yao Shu, and no child in the village wants to play with him. ”

Yao Liqun disdainfully said: "Who is our son? That is Wenqu Xing descending to earth, can he play with their group of wild children? Besides, he should study at home and play with a showman." Lao Tzu also pointed to him as the champion. He got up and left the rocking chair, leaving it to swing alone.

Yao's mother sighed heavily, and found a gray corner of clothes at the door, she chased it out to see, there was no one around, and went to the simple little study, and saw Yao Shu's appearance of studying seriously, relieved, but couldn't laugh.

That year was really a big drought, there was no rain for three consecutive months, the harvest was bleak, and Yao Liqun's family only harvested eight loads of rice on three acres of land. Other farming households in Yaojia Village are in a similar situation. All of them were gloomy and gloomy, and they were thinking over and over again in their hearts, how much could be left after paying the tax, the more left barely survived the winter, and the less left could only be saved.

Yao Zhichuan's family is rich, and this drought will not have much impact on him. But he loves money like his life, and how much he has lost due to a drought, he just snaps his fingers, and roughly calculates that he is distressed for a while.

He sighed at home, and the bookkeeper's eyes rolled to give him an idea. If he gets a treasure, he will implement it immediately.

On the day of rent collection, Yao Zhichuan's account was also the only one in the entire Yaojia Village, and he took a few families to collect rent from house to house.

The rest of the farmers were carrying rice at the gate early in the morning and waiting for the tent to arrive, but Yao Liqun sat quietly at home and did not welcome him and wait for him.

When the tent saw that his door was empty, he thought he had gone out, and when he looked through the door, he found that he was still lying leisurely in the rocking chair.

Yao Liqun's harvest is considered to be the best among all people, because he rents half an acre of land more than other people's families. When he saw the tent coming, he got up slowly, greeted the tent into the door, and beckoned the family to go to the warehouse to carry rice by himself.

He snorted, "The debt collector is here again." ”

The tent heard the words squeezed out of his teeth, and read into the account book with a sneer: "Yao Liqun, ten loads." ”

Yao Liqunyun's light expression immediately became hideous: "Ten Dan? Besides, I have collected eight loads this year, where did I get ten loads for you? ”

The tent repeated flatly: "Ten loads of rice, not a single load is missing." Otherwise, you won't want to rent this land next year. ”

Yao Liqun's eyes widened angrily: "I said that I collected eight loads of rice this year, where did I get ten loads!"

The tent room smiled, patted him on the shoulder with the account book, and reminded: "Isn't there a talent in your family, there should be a lot of subsidies." He turned to the servants and said, "Take two more loads of rice, and fill ten loads of rice anyway." ”

Yao Liqun watched those people take away their little rations like robbers, and he couldn't resist, the right to speak was in the hands of the tent, and he could only say as much as he wanted.

When Yao's mother returned home, she saw Yao Liqun sitting on the ground, lost her soul, and when she asked the reason, she couldn't help but lose her heart.

In addition to Yao Liqun's family, the rest of the farmers also suffered the same thing, and they collected a lot more taxes than they imagined, but they couldn't say why. The tent was full of people, and threatened them with rented land, and pointed to the protégé who ate the food, and they didn't dare to mention it.

Yao Zhichuan collected the tax, and the rice holding the white flowers was shown to them as white flowers, and the smiling mole was deformed.

When Yao Shu came back from school, it was dinner time. Today, his parents were not at the door to greet him as usual, and he entered the door suspiciously to see that the two of them were already sitting at the dinner table. He put down his bag and sat down at the dining table. The clear soup is watery, and there is no meat. He's not a picky eater, but something must have happened to the change in the meal.

He asked, "How many loads of rice have you harvested this year?"

When Yao Liqun heard this, his face sank. Yao's mother read out the number heavily: "Ten dans." ”

"Ten quintals! doubled?" Yao Shu was stunned.

Yao Liqun scolded: "The dog-legged tent said that it was collected according to the rules of previous years, and we have no evidence, what can we do." ”

Yao's mother shook his arm to tell him not to be angry, then turned her head to Yao Shu and said, "This has nothing to do with you, don't worry about this." Let's eat, I didn't eat breakfast in the morning, I must be hungry and panicked at this time. As he spoke, he put a green vegetable in his bowl.

Yao Shu didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, and then asked, "What about the other people?"

Yao Liqun replied: "Almost, I heard that they were overcharged." ”

"How much food do we have left?" asked Yao Shu.

He only heard a sigh and did not answer. Yao Shu put down his chopsticks, ran out of the hall, and returned to his small study. He took the blank rice paper on which he was writing and sewed them together with thread to make a simple booklet. He wrote down the names of every household in Yaojia Village, one line for each person.

He ran out with the book, and Yao's mother saw him hurrying away and called out in the back. He turned a deaf ear and went all the way.

A few long-lost dark clouds drifted overhead, and some evil winds rose. He was the first to come to the nearest Yao Qiao's house. The door of Yao Qiao's house was closed, not revealing a single gap, and there was no sound inside. He knocked on the door, but no one answered, as if it were empty. He thought that there was still someone in his house at this time, so he knocked again.

"Who?" said a feeble response.

Yao Shu hurriedly said: "Uncle Qiao, I am Yao Shu next door." I've got something to look for you. ”

"Do you have such a thing?" asked Yao Qiao, who didn't come to open the door. ”

Yao Shu replied: "I want to know how many loads of rice your family has handed over this year?" He took out a pen to write it down, and heard a whisper inside, "It's really fucking annoying, it's his business." ”

Yao Shu's hand trembled, and a drop of ink almost fell on the snow-white paper.

"We're going to rest early today, can we talk about anything?"

Yao Shu pursed his lips and replied, "Okay." ”

He turned and ran to another house, and the sky was overcast, and a few drops of rain were drifting.

"Uncle Bao, are you there? I want to ask how many loads of rice your family handed over today. He asked at the door.

It was a woman who came out, her face was haggard, and she smiled reluctantly: "Your uncle has rested." ”

Yao Shu bit his lip and ran into the wind and rain again, hitting a wall all the way.

"I'm sorry, we're going to rest. ”

"I'll talk about it tomorrow, but it's still a question of whether I can survive until tomorrow. ”

"I'll talk about it next time. ”

"I handed it over, and I asked what I was doing. ”

"What's the use of telling you, don't meddle with it. ”

"You are your showman, what do you do about our peasants. I just beg your dad to stop showing off, and you don't show up in front of us!"

The door slammed shut, shutting Yao Shu out of the wind and rain. His forehead was drenched in rain, his long shirt was half wet, and half of his trousers were muddy. was rejected all the way, but gritted his teeth and had a heart that refused to cool down, and he had to go to the next house.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a figure holding an umbrella in front of him, and forgave him for not being able to see his mother's figure clearly in the moonless night.

"Mother?" he drew closer, feeling his mother's breath. "Why are you here?"

Yao's mother didn't say anything, pulled him into an oil-paper umbrella, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the rain on his face.

"Mother, I want to help the villagers of Yaojia Village, I want to protect them. ”

"Mother will go with you. ”

Yao Shu nodded gratefully.

Yao's mother is not like Yao Liqun who shows off all day long, she is low-key, hardworking, and has a good reputation in these women's circles.

Her appearance was indeed effective, and with his mother's face, the mistress of the house did listen patiently to Yao Shu what he thought. The hostess's eyes lit up, and she told her man about it, and felt that it was feasible, so she told him all the data that Yao Shu needed.

Yao Shu said: "This matter should be done as soon as possible, and the longer it drags on, the more unclear it will be." ”

"Then I'll go talk to the others. The man put on his coat and hurried out.

The lights were turned on one by one, Yao Shu ignored the wind and rain, and shuttled around with the simple ledger, and his mother couldn't catch up with him with an umbrella, so he could only chase after him.

With the cooperation of the villagers, he was able to collect the harvest and taxes paid by each family within three years in one hour, and it took half an hour to calculate the taxes set for each year and the taxes that each family should really pay this year.

Each family almost doubled the charge.

The villagers naturally have confidence with evidence, and a group of people took Yao Zhichuan's account book to Yao Zhichuan's house to confront the tent, and the account room originally wanted to use strong words, but who knew that the data and calculations on Yao Shu's account book were exactly the same as those on his account book.

Yao Zhichuan secretly rejoiced the day before, thinking that the harvest was not good, and he could make a lot of money if the price of rice increased, but the next day he was so angry that he had nowhere to escape, and the increase in taxes due to the bad harvest was simply outrageous. He was reminded that it was difficult to commit a crime, so he could only grit his teeth secretly and suffer this wave of secret losses.

They had never imagined that this group of ignorant and cowardly peasants would be able to work together overnight to calculate the amount of tax he had overcharged, down to the accuracy of each household. It was they who underestimated their strength and acted boldly.

Yao Zhichuan returned the rice one by one according to what was written in the account book. Yao Shu also called for the sale of idle rice in his hands, and there was a classmate in his school who was harvesting rice because of the poor harvest in his own land this year, and the price could be preferential. As a result, those farmers made a small profit from the returned rice, and their lives became beautiful again.

The villagers are very grateful to Yao Shu. The villagers made an appointment to let Yao Shu go to the family's house for dinner every day, and take turns to invite guests one by one.

Yao Shu really became Yao Xiucai who everyone talked about this time, and when he mentioned him, he smiled, saying that this Wenqu star is really a lucky star.

Yao Zhichuan sat firmly at home, he touched his big belly poop, picked the meat between his teeth, and suddenly heard the word Yao Shu, his face changed greatly, and he opened his rice bowl in anger.

The tent happened to be holding the account book and handing it over to Yao Zhichuan at this time. Yao Zhichuan squinted, kicked the chest of the tent, and scolded: "You don't know how to change your account book?"

The tent innocently said: "This account book is for us to see, how can we change it." I didn't know there were such capable people in our village. ”

"He's Yao Xiucai, he's really smart enough. Yao Zhichuan gritted his teeth.

The tent hurriedly crawled over and offered advice: "Actually, if you can't get used to that Yao Xiucai, I have a way to get rid of him." ”