As winter turns to spring, Chaozhou's literary style has become more and more prosperous since the Tang Dynasty. Since the late Tang Dynasty, due to the remoteness of the place, the increasing population, and the increasingly developed economy, the literary style has become more and more prosperous.

Compared with other states and counties in the Southern Han Dynasty, Chaozhou is already a large state with over 10,000 registered residents.

Due to the rapid population growth and lack of land in Fujian, Chaozhou has always been its important granary. However, the government's excessive expropriation and extortion led to starvation and death everywhere in the land of plenty.

The government servants swinging their arms, wearing official uniforms and leather boots, led a few white servants, and led a few donkeys, wandering to the front of Yuanshui Village.

The drying ground at the entrance of the village was already crowded with figures, wearing shabby clothes, with their heads stretched out, constantly looking around, seeing the police coming, shrinking their necks in fear, and all of them lost their eagerness to try.

He shrank and turned pale.

"Everyone is here, I don't have anything else to say, it saves trouble today!" Compared with the skinny villagers, the tall and round yamen servant was extremely surprised, and the yamen servant's sense of superiority became more and more obvious.

Get taller.

"Look what you said, today is the day to pay the small amount, we can't forget it!" The old village chief relied on his age and laughed along with him.

"In addition to the Dingkou money, the money for cattle feed, the money for cowhide, and the money for agricultural equipment are all added together. Each household must give me one hundred yuan!"

The government servants grinned, showing their yellow teeth, but in the eyes of the villagers, they were cannibals. The evil spirits only wanted their lives, while they wanted to eat them alive and squeeze out the last drop of blood.

"Sir, we have never had cows in our village! How can we get the money for cattle feed and hides? Besides, this is the time when the harvest is lean, and the summer harvest has not yet come. In the past, we have never harvested today. God will reward you this year. It must be a good harvest.

Can you please extend some time?"

The village chief looked sad.

"Huh? Maybe you hid the cows? Otherwise, why would you have cultivated so much land?" The Yamen servant put his hands on his hips and yelled loudly.

"Master, we are just poor and humble people. If we cultivate the land, it is all human power! How have we ever had cattle?"

"If you use a human as an ox to serve as an envoy, isn't it just an ox?" The yamen servant narrowed his eyes and raised the shoulder knife on his waist. The bright blade made the village chief hesitate to speak.

"You unscrupulous people, are you trying to rebel?" Seeing these humble villagers retreating a few steps, the government official let go of his courage and said loudly again:

"Mr. Shijun said that in a few days, the fish money will be collected. From now on, those who live near the official tax will pay the fish money. Each household will pay thirty yuan. This is for one year!"

"Young man is so unreasonable. This water has been owned by God since ancient times. If I eat fish and don't sell it, why do I have to collect money?" At this time, a tall and strong young man raised his head and couldn't bear it.

Don't hold back, shout out.

"Mo Yuan, it's you again, your family still owes a lot of wine money? Let's pay it all together now!" Seeing this young man, the Yamen servant's eyes lit up and he said quickly:

"If you don't have money, your sister is pretty good. If it's with me, I'll give it to you!"

"Bah, my family has never made wine. How can I get the money to make wine? My little sister won't do it with you. Just give up on this idea!" Mo Yuan jumped up and retorted. "My lord, now we are all busy.

There is no food left at home. We could rely on the workers to provide some relief, but now we have to pay for fish. We really have no money and hope we can have some time!" the village chief begged earnestly.

"Humph, you untouchables are all cheating and cheating. I'm going to see if you have any money left today." After glancing at these thin villagers, the yamen servant said energetically.

With a wave of his hand, several strong white servants, armed with long sticks, broke down the door and ransacked it, catching chickens and ducks, tying pigs and breaking down doors. No matter where the food was hidden, it had been

After all the looting, a few were even injured on the ground because of their resistance.

"How can such a little thing be enough?" The three donkey carts were fully loaded, but the yamen servant still felt that it was not enough and said without saying anything:

"I'll pay it off for now. I'll come back in three days and pay the rest of the debt and the fish fee. Otherwise, you'll be happy!"

"You still need ten people to repair the palace in Panyu. Make arrangements as soon as possible!"

Watching these evil spirits leave, Mo Yuan rubbed his arms and said reluctantly:

"This is our grain reserve. There are still several months until the summer harvest. What should we do?"

"There are only four of them and there are dozens of us. If we resist, how can we be robbed of life-saving food by them?"

"Brother Yuan, I know you are stubborn. Although they are only four people, they are the imperial court! We are just some mud-legged people, how can we go against the imperial court!" The village chief sat on the stone with a look of confusion on his face.

"All the food has been taken away, and in a few days there will be money for fish. This is driving us to death!" Some villagers burst into tears.

"I said my big pig could be sold for hundreds of dollars, but it was snatched away. Damn it!"

"Aunt, uncle, we didn't have enough money last year, so we sold all our fields. We have survived until today. If we expect to have a better harvest this year and survive, I think we can't!" Mo Yuan raised his chin, endured the pain, and shouted loudly

said.

"It was just spring, and we were sent to Panyu with corvees. We narrowly escaped death. Now, we..."

"Now that things have come to this, there is no way we can survive this day!" Before he finished speaking, the village chief interrupted him, sighed, and said helplessly: "Not far away, King Jinjiang (Qingyuan Army Liu Chongxiao) ruled

Come on, life is going very happily, if we escape, we can still have a way to survive!"

"Everyone, please clean up!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone sighed and started to go home and pack their things without any intention of resisting.

"This?" He sighed. Seeing this, Mo Yuan was deeply disappointed. The military books and generals handed down from his ancestors were useless now. In this troubled world, where people are eating people, waiting to die was not his idea.

Yuanshui Village cleaned up overnight and set out at midnight the next day to escape to Fujian. Unexpectedly, they met villagers from several other surrounding villages on the way. Everyone had the same idea, which was to flee north and leave the Han Dynasty.

Until early in the morning, more and more people gathered along the way. There were always thousands of people, and the scale became larger and larger, which naturally led to the arrival of the army. In a simple attack, more than half of the thousands of refugees were killed or injured, and they fled to the mountains and forests.

Among them, he is lingering.

"Brother, your method is so good. These evil spirits never imagined that we would return to our hometown!"

Mo Yuan looked ahead and smiled at his little sister's admiration.

"It's too early to be happy. This year's wave of taxes is unreasonable and is clearly driving us to death. It was premeditated. Otherwise, how could the Chaozhou Army move out so quickly?"

"Brother Yuan is right! The Chaozhou Army bastards couldn't leave Xiazhou City in the past, but they are so fast today. There must be a conspiracy!"

Everyone nodded, expressing approval. Their trust in Mo Yuan reached its peak after the death of the old village chief.

"Brother Yuan, let's do whatever you say!"
Chapter completed!