"Is there any holiday here tonight? Why are there so many people?" Qi Xue couldn't help but curiously asked.
"The holiday is a holiday. It is just a tax collection day in January. Tomorrow is the deadline for tax payment. If you fail to pay, you will be sent to jail until you pay it." Wuluan complained.
"Is there such a heavy tax?" Jie Lan looked caring.
"Forty% of all income was originally ordered by the city lord to harvest 60%, but General Kongjing's strength allowed us to pay 20% less. He is really a living bodhisattva sent from heaven. It's a pity that the city is like him. There are too few." Wuluan was again lamenting and admiring.
"Then how do you know that he is admonishing and not others?" Qi Xue would never believe that such a person would beg for the people.
"Why not, the first notice is stamped with the seal of the city lord, but if a minister recommends and changes, the second notice will be stamped with the seal of recommending people, then it will naturally be General Kongjing. And he personally came to the outer city to visit us at that time, saying that he had done his best for our affairs, but he couldn’t persuade the city lord to relieve our suffering any more. I’m sorry. You said, there’s no such thing in this world. He is a good general, so we are desperate to pay the taxes, otherwise the city owner will punish the general Kong Jing who is responsible for this matter.” Wuluan's worried look, perhaps in his heart Kong Jing has become Their rescue god.
Jie Lan sneered coldly, thinking that these people were either too stupid or too naive.
When the car drove to Yongdanzhuang, it stopped. Chengfeng jumped off his horse and stood blankly on the side. Wuluan greeted the other staff in the store to carry silk and medicinal materials. When those people saw Qi Xuejie blue When there were a few people, they didn't realize that they were dumb. Perhaps the appearance of the three of them is absolutely rare in this Chiyan City.
Qixue thanked Wuluan, and took Jielan to the inn in front, while Cheng Fengqiang suppressed his anger and had to follow.
It's an inn called'Feng Lai'. The inn is very small, and even the pillars are rotten and ruined, as if it would fall over when a gust of wind blows, and it fits the name of the inn very well.
The interior of the stack is dim, and the faint light from the oil lamp makes the inn more deserted. The stack is divided into upper and lower floors. The bottom is a place for guests to eat, and the top is a place for tourists to rest.
There is a shrine in the very center of the hall, and the person enshrining in a red robe with short hair, although his face is not very clear, it can be recognized from the "broken cloud sword" hanging from his waist that it is Kong Jing . In front of the shrine, incense and offerings were placed. The shopkeeper in front of the counter dozed off with his head on his head, completely unaware of the arrival of customers in the shop.
Qi Xue walked over and pushed the hand holding his head away. The shopkeeper slammed his head against the counter and woke up suddenly. When he was about to get angry, he saw three guests with such good looks. He was so busy. He burst into laughter: "Should the three of you want to eat something first or just stay in the shop?"
"Bring the food to the room? Bring a little more incense. The smell in your shop is too uncomfortable." Qi Xue's posture is exactly like a lady in your house.