"Brother, I can and Grandpa..."

"It's no harm to listen to Grandpa."

The cultivation level is difficult to restore. Even if he cultivates two more locks, he doesn't think there is any additional meaning.

He could understand the little girl's heart, but he didn't want to bother her.

"Let's go, go back to play chess."

Ningxia smiled.

"Okay!"

Xiao Amin was very excited.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the gate, they saw a wealthy middle-aged man leading two tax collectors in yamen uniforms at the gate.

Three months ago, when the rice harvest was good, these three people visited the Xiao family.

Ningxia saw with her own eyes that the little girl worked hard to cultivate and had collected more than 70 bags of rice, and more than 50 bags of rice were confiscated.

It's not until the harvest season, and these three are here again.

"Xiao A-Dun, the last time I collected land tax, and this time I collected labor tax. You two are the only ones in your family, so you don't have to work as a labor tax. Just pay some labor tax."

He is rich and middle-aged, and his surname is Wang.

"How much can you pay? Can you leave some left so that we can hold on until the next harvest?"

Amin asked cowardly.

"One servant's husband has ten male bags, your two servants are wrong. Where did this guy come from?"

The tax collector Zhao Jia pulled out his waist knife and pointed it straight at Ningxia.

Wang Lichang said anxiously, "This is a new guest from the Xiao family. It has been a while since he has been doing nothing."

Zhao Jia put away his knife, "Since you are the guarantee, I won't go through the procedures. Her family has to collect it according to three people, totaling thirty bags. Later, let your master move to the yamen."

Ah Mian was anxious, "Our family has only fifteen bags left, and we can't afford that much. It's better to pay it back after the harvest is next season."

Qian Yi of the tax collector laughed, "Little girl, you say so, don't collect our taxes. Lao Wang, can you handle it well?"

As he spoke, a gust of wind blew, and the buttons on Xiao Amin's neck fell off, revealing a small piece of skin as bright as snow.

Qian Yi's eyes were soaring, "Let's do it, fifteen bags are only fifteen bags. Since Xiao A-Ding has spoken, he always has to give this face."

While speaking, Qian Yi walked to Ah Bin quietly, waved his waist knife suddenly, and the scabbard was hitting Ah Bin's hat. After brushing it, the hat was knocked away.

"Oh."
Chapter completed!