Immortal Martial Arts Son-in-Law: Having Too Many Wives Isn't My Fault

"This year's grain rent was affected by heavy rains and torrential downpours, resulting in a poor harvest. Everyone in the clan knows this, and we'd like to investigate the situation in each village and consider appropriately reducing or exempting taxes."

Chen Hao immediately made a grand promise.

"But there is one condition."

The old farmer came to his senses, his lips trembling with excitement.

"Tell me! Tell me! As long as it's within my power, I'll do it without hesitation!"

Chen Hao pointed to the stone mill under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village.

"You need to get the villagers to write me a statement proving that I came today, checked the accounts with you, and that the rent reduction was due to 'natural disasters, pests, and poor harvests'."

"In addition, I need to borrow your rent payment ledgers from previous years to make a copy."

Although the old farmer did not understand what he was going to do, he had no reason not to agree to such a great thing as being exempted from rent and grain.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the written agreement was completed, and a copy of the account book was also made.

Chen Hao stuffed the things into his pocket, turned around and left.

Behind him, the old farmer, along with the villagers, young and old, saw him off at the village entrance, expressing their deepest gratitude.

"Sir, please take care!"

Chen Hao waved his hand and jumped onto the carriage.

"Old man, let's go back to the city."

The man was somewhat puzzled.

"This...that's it? No need to load the grain?"

"It's all done. When you go back, just go back by yourself. You don't need to wait for me."

Chen Hao knew that going back so early might lead to some kind of ambush on the way, so he figured it was better to let the old man distract him.

After seeing the old man leave.

He took a deep breath, and his Iron Rhinoceros Skill was instantly activated to its maximum!

"Bang!"

A small crater appeared in the soil beneath our feet!

Chen Hao shot off like an arrow.

The magical power surged like a tide, and the scenery on both sides rushed past.

The wind stung my face.

But Chen Hao's breathing remained steady, and his steps were not faltered at all.

This is the confidence that comes with achieving minor success in body-refining techniques!

If it were the old cultivator whose lungs and internal organs were damaged in the past...

Let alone running like the wind, even walking a few steps quickly leaves me breathless for a long time.

But now.

Once the body-refining technique is mastered, one's qi and blood become abundant, and one's muscles and bones become strong.

This distance is nothing.

......

Chen Hao didn't take long to get back to the Su family home.

Therefore, he did not return to the training ground immediately.

Instead, he turned and hurried toward the West Market.

This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, so it's easy to find out all sorts of information.

Half an incense stick later, Chen Hao stopped in front of a tea stall and received some news.

"Su Gui of the Su family was actually Wang Mang's uncle."

"No wonder this person insisted on sending me away."

Chen Hao put down his teacup, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He knew that even if he returned to the Su family now, it would be too late.

Su Gui will probably find other things to hinder him.

Why not finish your tea here and recuperate before heading over when the competition officially begins?

We caught them off guard.

.....

Shen Shi (3-5 PM).

The Su family's backyard.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the courtyard wall in a dim yellow hue.

Su Gui stood with a forced smile next to a burly cultivator.

Zhang Hu, the head of the guards.

"Master Zhang, it's almost time. We can begin."

Su Gui flattered.

Zhang Hu grunted in a booming voice, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.

"I've already stated the rules: first, strength; second, courage. The assessment will now begin!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a guard stepped forward.

He took a deep breath, his arms bulging with veins, and suddenly grabbed a huge stone lock on the open ground.

That stone lock weighed a thousand pounds.

"rise!"

He roared, his face turning red, but the stone lock remained motionless, as if rooted to the ground.

"Failed, next one!"

Zhang Hu didn't even lift his eyelids.

Several people went up in succession, but all of them returned empty-handed.

When it was Wang Mang's turn, he spat on the ground and stretched his limbs.

"drink!"

Wang Mang let out a loud shout, focusing his energy in his dantian, causing the muscles in his arms to bulge.

He actually managed to lift the blue stone lock off the ground and raise it above his chest.

Although her legs were trembling and her face was flushed, she managed to lift it up.

"good!"

Su Gui clapped his hands and laughed.

Zhang Hu looked at him directly and nodded.

"You pass. The second test: attack me. If you can last ten moves against me, you pass."

Wang Mang knew how formidable Zhang Hu was, even though his uncle-in-law said he had already done some work.

However, Zhang Hu was always an upright person, so he didn't dare to be careless. He slapped a talisman on his body, grabbed a magic sword, and roared as he slashed at Zhang Hu.

He was tall and imposing, and the magic sword he wielded was a specially prepared weapon; its whooshing sound carried a considerable weight.

However, Zhang Hu simply dodged to the side, easily avoiding the attack, and then pointed a finger at Wang Mang's wrist.

Wang Mang felt the pain and his attack faltered, as Zhang Hu's foot had already tripped him up by the ankle.

"Bang!"

Wang Mang stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, his mouth full of mud.

Despite his best efforts, Wang Mang couldn't even touch the hem of Zhang Hu's clothes.

After ten moves, the magic sword had long since disappeared without a trace.

He was bruised and swollen, and panting heavily.

"The foundation is too poor, barely qualified."

Zhang Hu stopped, his tone indifferent.

Despite the low ratings.

But Wang Mang was overjoyed and scrambled to express his gratitude.

He glanced around and, not seeing Chen Hao, breathed a sigh of relief.

By this time, the sun was gradually setting in the west, and the sky had completely darkened.

Lanterns were lit in the courtyard, and no one dared to go forward to try.

Zhang Hu glanced at the sky, his voice tinged with impatience.

Is anyone else here?

The room fell silent.

"Since no one else is here, then we'll call it a day for today's selection..."

"etc."

Just as Zhang Hu was about to announce the end.

A voice drifted from the courtyard gate, and soon a figure slowly walked in.

It was Chen Hao.

"How is that possible? How did he get back so quickly?"

Upon seeing Chen Hao, Wang Mang and Su Gui's smiles froze on their faces.

Ignoring their gazes, Chen Hao walked to the center of the arena, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhang Hu, and spoke calmly.

"Commander Zhang, I've come to participate in the trial."

Su Gui's smile froze.

"You...how come you're back so soon? Did you bring back the sacred grain from the eastern suburbs?"

His voice rose several octaves.

"Steward Su, I have taken care of the task at the spirit fields outside the city."

He handed the item over.

"This is the tenants' spiritual grain harvest situation, as well as this year's accounts. This year, there was first the autumn rain, and then the pests, resulting in a poor harvest. According to Article 37 of the Su family rules, in the event of natural disasters or pests, the rent grain may be reduced or exempted depending on the actual situation."

"I have checked the accounts and confirmed that they are correct. I have the right to report this matter to the council of elders and apply for a reduction or exemption. Only after the higher-ups have discussed it can we continue with the next step of the grain collection work."

Su Gui took the receipt and account book. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Reduce or waive grain rent.

He sent this kid to collect rent, not to waive it!

But...

The other party used this rule to trip him up; it is indeed a rule in the clan's regulations!

Moreover, this kid brought the harvest receipts and copied the account books, doing everything perfectly!

If he dares to say "no," he will prevent Chen Hao from reporting to the elders.

On the contrary, it makes it seem like Su Gui is not following the clan rules!

"You...you..."

Su Gui's fat face twitched, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

Chen Hao didn't give him a chance to retaliate, and turned to Zhang Hu, clasping his hands in a fist salute again.

"Commander Zhang, my mission is complete. May I participate in the selection process?"