The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 347 Pay Spring Tax

Qiao Mai looked at him and let out a long breath.

Well, at this time, it can only be like this.

A day passed in a flash, and soon it was the day to pay the spring tax.

Early in the morning, Tong Tiehu rang the big bell of the store and called the whole village to gather.

The county government servants have arrived, and the tables have been set up. According to the population and fields recorded in the household registration, taxes are collected for each household.

For the peasants, the taxation in Daqi is not too heavy. As long as they hand in a certain amount of grain and cloth according to the number of fields, and then go to serve a month of corvee during the slack season, then the task of taxation is completed.

Daqi doesn't have any of the messy property taxes and other things like those in the previous dynasty.

However, even though Emperor Yong'an reduced corvee and lowered taxes, it was not a good thing for farmers to pay taxes.

In addition, the weather is also hot, so at a glance, almost everyone is frowning.

Qiao Xiaomai was sitting on the bullock cart, holding a lotus leaf as a parasol in his hand, looking boredly at the long queue in front of him.

There are too many people in Anping Village, and the queue for tax payment is very long. She came late and had to wait.

Moreover, her family has a lot of fields and a lot of food, and the ox cart and donkey cart can't finish pulling it all together. Today I have to spend the whole day on this matter.

As the head of the village, Tong Tiehu has to assist the government officials in harvesting wheat. Tong Sanlang, his grandson, also helps by his side.

The simple actions of weighing the wheat and loading the carts were repeated over and over again without stopping.

It was already summer now, and the sun above his head was scorching hot. He had been working, but there was no sweat on his face.

The coarse linen shirt on his body is still crisp.

His stature is still tall and straight, and his movements are still agile.

Among a group of peasants whose faces were out of age due to heavy work, they were extremely conspicuous.

Qiao Mai stared at him for a long time, and the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up.

This person is hers.

Just when she was pursing her lips and secretly laughing, a familiar figure flashed in front of her eyes, thin and shriveled, but it contained infinite energy, which left an extremely frightening impression on the original owner over the past ten years. impression.

It's the Sun family.

She was wearing a brand-new black silk cloth skirt, her black and white mottled hair was neatly tied behind her head, and a silver hairpin was stuck on it.

She followed the long line straight to the head of the line, and stood in front of Tong Tiehu and several yamen servants.

Her back was straight, her chin was raised high, and she had a haughty and domineering air, "Mr. Tong, I'm here to pay the spring tax for our little five."

Although Sun Junyan was kicked out of the village, his land is still recorded in his name, 45 mu.

Tong Tiehu stared at her blankly, "Line up for tax payment."

"I live far away, and it's not easy to come back here. Village Chief Tong, please do me a favor, and let me go first!"

As she spoke, Mrs. Sun took out a small piece of broken silver from her bosom, and patted it on the table in front of Tong Tiehu, with a ostentatious smile on her face, "Mr. Tong, now my Xiao Wu is working with General Cen."

As soon as this remark came out, Tong Tiehu, who was looking at Sui Yinzi, raised his eyelids and looked at her.

Tong Sanlang, who was busy loading the wheat on the side, couldn't help turning his head to look at her.

The surrounding villagers who were a little impatient because of her jumping in line were stunned.

Those yamen servants were also a little surprised.

General Cen, Cen Hongping?
(End of this chapter)