"Thank you."

    "Not in the way."

    Before leaving, Ji Zhong glanced behind him again and gave other residents a warning look.

    Lu Li found a cushion and sat cross legged. He put the ring head knife on his knee, back against the wall and facing the east side, so as to ensure a panoramic view of everything in the room.

    In this way, the atmosphere was silent for a while, but before long, the sound of gossip began to ring out.

    Sometimes we talk about how much grain we have hit during the autumn harvest, sometimes about the recent weather, what auspicious snow heralds a good year, and locusts freeze to death

    Lu Li sat in the corner and listened silently. At the same time, he strung the cleaned Swertia with dead tree branches and put it on the ground stove, baking and waiting.

    Chatting, the topic changed from family to national affairs.

    "Have you ever heard rumors?"

    The black faced man who had asked Lu Li to sit down suddenly became dignified and said in a low voice under the eyes of the people:

    "The imperial court will levy taxes again. It will charge another ten yuan per mu of land."

    To increase his credibility, he added:

    "My brother works as a knife and pen official in Fenyang and is responsible for copying official documents. He said it himself. Can there be a fake?"

    "Just wait for the ice and snow to thaw, then post it to all pavilions in all villages..."

    Before he finished, someone stood up, flushed his neck and shouted, "nonsense! The tax was increased by ten dollars last year. How can it be increased?"

    In this regard, some people are skeptical, others can still exercise restraint and keep asking questions.

    For a time, the noise was boiling.

    "What are you doing?"

    The black faced man threw away the beans in his hand, stood up, swore and said:

    "Your Majesty wants to cast a bronze man, but the country is not enough. We can only levy another land tax from Qianshou!"

    This time, no one questioned.

    Not only that, even the bystanders heard that Lu Li was a little convinced.

    Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty is really not a good emperor. If you don''t see him, Zhuge Liang''s apprenticeship table——

    Pro villains, far virtuous officials, since then, the Han Dynasty has fallen. When the first emperor was there, he talked about this matter with his ministers, and sighed and hated Yu Huan and Ling.

    The situation was difficult. The second Emperor didn''t want to make progress and directly buried the state Zuo of the Han Dynasty!

    However, Lu Li always felt that something was wrong with the black faced man.

    It''s just an ordinary people who don''t know a few big words. Let''s not talk about whether they can get access to unpublished political affairs. Just rely on this eloquence, incitement and interlocking means

    Tonight, I''m afraid there will be some twists and turns.

    "What are you criticizing? If someone talks about state affairs again, first ask someone about the long sword in his hand!"

    At this time, Ji Zhong, who came to deliver the wine, pushed the door and entered with a sharp sound in his mouth.

    They quickly pleaded guilty and sat back to their original position, looking at their nose and heart.

    The black faced man who seemed to have a lot of insight was the most honest and even dull at the moment.

    Anyway, Lu Li couldn''t believe the same person unless he saw it with his own eyes.

    Ji Zhong snorted coldly, put down the copper pot in his hand, and bursts of meat fragrance floated out: "it''s lucky for you and others. I beg thieves to go out and hunt. If they make noise again, go out and drink snow water!"

    He is not only devoted to his duty, but also knows how to advance and retreat and how to be measured.

    Frankly speaking, this man is really inferior when he is a tall man.

    Lu Li sighed in his heart.

    Ji Zhong turned around, walked to the west side and said with a smile, "it''s just a group of farmhouse men. I don''t know half of the big characters. Lang Jun has a large number, so I don''t think I''ve heard of it."

    When I have nothing to do, I''m going to sue the government for rape?

    I have nothing else to ask. I just want to be safe tonight and wait for the person who wants to wait.

    Nothing else.

    Thinking of this, Lu Li took the wine pot and said, "what''s next

    I haven''t heard anything. "

    Hearing the speech, Ji Zhong bowed his hand and left without disturbing him.

    Unfortunately, those people were ungrateful, and soon they talked again.

    However, Lu Li thought:

    How difficult the people''s livelihood is!

    This is a matter of self-interest. Ten more yuan per mu of land is 100 yuan, plus other exorbitant taxes and levies, which is enough to crush a family.

    "Why tax again!"

    "Yes."

    "I remember when the first emperor was alive, he increased the land tax once, ten yuan per mu. When his majesty ascended the throne, he increased the land tax once, ten yuan per mu!"

    "Now, if you add ten more money, will you let people live? It''s not easy to live in peace for two years..."

    The voice is rising.

    Then someone pointed to Lu Li, who sat cross legged on the west side, barbecue and drink alone.

    The atmosphere is slightly cold.

    Seeing seven or eight strong men staring at themselves with strange eyes, Lu Li shook his head with a smile and said, "don''t worry, two or three sons continue."

    Then he poured a small half pot of turbid wine on the burnt yellow Swertia meat to remove the fishy smell.

    At this moment, the ground stove is burning vigorously, and the fat and thin Swertia meat is Zizi and oily. Although the wine is turbid, it has been screened many times.

    Snow night, can have such treatment, but also what to expect, a word, beauty!

    Therefore, Lu Li didn''t have the time to take care of these people. He took a dagger from his arms, took a piece of meat and a mouthful of wine, gave it to his stomach and ate it for himself.

    Then, the sound of swallowing saliva came from the crowd. After all, the rabbit soup was thin, which had the taste of barbecue.

    In order to take care of the Swertia, Lu Li not only used wine to remove the fishiness, but also took out a piece of salt from the body of the Yellow napkin thief, crushed it and sprinkled it.

    "Oh, someone knows for the first time that there is such a luxury in the world."

    A sigh came.

    Later, the black faced man who could not see the way said angrily, "we Qianshou can''t taste this taste in our life, while scholars and nobles don''t work in production, but they eat refined rice, white rice, meat and clean wine."

    Although the sound is low, who can''t hear it in this environment? Besides, Lu Li''s hearing is far beyond ordinary people.

    Now, he can see that this guy is definitely harboring evil intentions and jumping up and down. He''s afraid he wants to make the original public pavilion chaotic.

    As for why the trouble was caused, it is not difficult to guess the purpose. Dozens of miles away, Pingtao county has more or less bad luck. With the hundreds of officers and soldiers and thousands of young people in the city, it can last up to one day and one night.

    If you take Pingtao, it''s Fenyang''s turn next. There are a large population and full warehouses of grain. It''s difficult to be ignored.

    Why don''t you divide the meat so that nothing will happen to these people?

    Wrong!

    If there are only three or four people, we can still consider it. However, there are nearly ten people sitting in the house. How can we divide a small Swertia? Not few but uneven.

    In addition, there is no truth to prevent thieves for thousands of days.

    Suddenly, Lu Li changed his sitting position in order to pull out the ring head knife at any time.

    I hope I can frighten these people, so as not to dirty their fur.

    In addition, the black faced man is not simple, but his breath is like others. It is estimated that he has some way.

    In front of the horizontal knife, the effect is immediate.

    The dangerous atmosphere just now disappeared, and a low sigh came into my ears:

    "People are divided into 369 grades, which has been the case since ancient times."

    "Yes."

    Lu Li put down his dagger and thought:

    I can''t eat this meal.

    After a while.

    The long silent black man spoke again:

    "Otherwise, Chen Shu, the recluse king of the late Qin Dynasty, once said that the princes and generals would rather have seed?"