Light Keeper

Chapter 337 This Mission Is A Little Difficult 14
Song Shuyun looked at them, and her emotions were gradually infected.

Comparatively, her family has three growing children who have three full meals a day. They need about [-] kilograms of grain in a year, which is nearly ten bushels of grain. But now her family only has eight bushels of grain left. .

Remove the ones who exchange seeds next year, and those who exchange coarse salt daily necessities at home...

It is not easy to imagine the next year!
But even on such a day, it’s because this year is a good harvest year!
The two families that fainted had a lot of people in their families. There were more than 20 members in one family, and there were seven or eight children alone...

Song Shuyun sighed, and patted Dalang who was about the same height as her. The two stepped forward, and the tax official who recorded had already moved a table and sat on the side of the drying yard.

Seeing the two, he approved a note for the two, and asked the officers, soldiers and tax officials to follow them home to collect food.

Da Lang tugged on Song Shuyun's sleeve, wanting to go back and discuss it.

But Song Shuyun was unmoved.

What is there to discuss!
As the saying goes, if the people don’t fight with the officials, no one here can escape taxes, so what else can you say!
And things are different this year.

This year, the dendrobium brought by the tax collectors was actually larger than the dendrobium available in the market.

In Zhao Sanniang's memory, there was a lot of disputes, and Zhang Dalang was beaten up.

Song Shuyun didn't have the ability to fight against dozens of officers, soldiers and tax officials. Naturally, she didn't want a few children to get involved, so she planned to weigh it first.

However, she was not unprepared. Taking advantage of the effort of the few people on the note, she lay down in Zhang Dalang's ear and told him to go home and prepare first, and she waited for the few people to get it right before leading them back together. home.

Song Shuyun didn't plan to come back in the future. The new house was built in a very strange way. In order to save trouble and not block the light, the house was built directly in front of the old house.

The dried bacon hanging on the eaves of the old house is naturally invisible!
Not only that, because the new house was lit to smoke the house, and now the whole yard is full of smoke.

Song Shuyun just asked Zhang Dalang to shower some water when he came back. If the environment was not transparent enough, everyone here would be poisoned by carbon monoxide.

Several officers and soldiers were already attracted by the rising smoke before they entered the yard.

Song Shuyun was a little embarrassed.

"Gentlemen, the women's house is being repaired today. In order to dry the mud walls, the fire was lit. The eldest son of the family has already gone back to water it out. The child is too lazy to do things. How about a few wait to go in... "

The tax official had a bad face.

"I don't have time to wait for you, just finish weighing it quickly and go to the next house!"

Song Shuyun immediately apologized and smiled.

Leading several people into the yard, Baozhu had already hid in the backyard.

Erlang brought Qingshui to several people, and served a small plate of wild fruits with strange shapes, which were unappetizing just looking at them.

If it weren't for the tense expressions of several people, the officers and soldiers would have thought they did it on purpose.

But then Song Shuyun took out some copper coins and gave them to these people.

"Guys, we have nothing in this small family. It made me laugh. You stay here for a sip of tea. I hope you will be a little lighter when you collect the grain..."

The money was found by Song Shuyun when she picked up the tax collector neighbor who followed her, and it doesn't feel bad to take it out now.

But the effect of these few dollars is not small.

These people have always harvested and wasted food. If they don't give this money, they will have to waste seven or eight buckets of rice.

Seven or eight buckets of rice can save several lives in a catastrophe!
The few people looked at Song Shuyun and the three of them and the broken yard again, and immediately realized that they met someone who could do things, and they looked at each other.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry! Brothers must be measured when they do it!"

A few people didn't drink water, they spread a large piece of cloth on the ground, and then roughly tore down the barn.

Another container was lifted from the bullock cart.

One by one, the corn with its skin on, flowed into the container, then weighed it, put it in a cloth bag and threw it on the car.

They moved skillfully and quickly weighed the number on the note.

An ox cart was not loaded, and someone went out and called for another ox cart.

When Zhang Dalang saw so much food taken away, his face was very ugly.

He didn't have any idea about the tax figures. When he heard it, he thought it was quite a lot, and he was a little unhappy, but when he really pulled it away, he didn't know how much it was.

Seeing those people moving all the food away, he took two steps forward, but was pushed back by Song Shuyun.

Two children stood behind her, teary-eyed.

After the people left, the three people called out the orb and picked up the trampled grains on the ground one by one.

The former barn is now only a thin layer, which is more than [-]%.

Several people were silent, not even Baozhu spoke.

Song Shuyun squatted on the ground and picked them up very carefully.

The experience of this mission was too special for her. In her memory, she could only remember the dark and humid room, the mosquitoes that could not be driven away, the stomach that was not full, the body that was not healthy, and the heavy housework...

And people like Zhao Sanniang are not a special case in this era, but they are an innumerable majority.

This kind of cognition made her unconsciously feel a sense of guilt.

It turns out that the real suffering in this world is far more than imagination.

It turns out that I didn't cherish the happiness I had.

It turns out that I have never worked hard to live...

She suddenly felt that what she picked up at this moment was not every grain, but all her complaints about life.

A few people didn't speak, and the smoke and dust in the yard had dispersed.

Dalang suddenly squatted on the ground and cried.

Pay taxes every year, every year!
Song Shuyun pushed him.

"Why are you crying! Mom can let you starve!"

Erlang and Baozhu, who were about to cry, didn't feel so uncomfortable when they heard Song Shuyun's words!
But Da Lang cried more and more fiercely.

While weeping, there was another noise outside.

Song Shuyun got up.

"Stay here, don't go out, I'll go and have a look and come back!"

Dalang quickly stood up and wiped the tears from his face to follow.

But Song Shuyun moved very quickly and reached the gate in a few steps. When Da Lang chased after her, the gate was already closed.

He hesitated for a moment, but in the end he didn't go out. Instead, he locked the door and led his younger brothers and sisters to continue picking up food, but they all looked absent-minded.

When Song Shuyun went out, the noisy crowd had already passed the gate of her house.

A group of officers and soldiers led a bullock cart, and an old lady hugged one of them and cried, but was kicked away by the man.

"Get away! If you stop us, we will chop you down!"

The old lady's hair was gray and her bun was very messy.

"Officer! Please! Put Niuniu back! Please! I will be your cow and horse in the future, and you can take me away!"

(End of this chapter)