The locusts passed by in Yuzhou, and the ground was red for thousands of miles. The old farmer knelt down to dig for food, but was kicked away by the tax collector: "The money is three hundred coins, but you can't pay it? Use your daughter to pay for it!"
Xiao Mo watched with cold eyes, quenching the poison with the dagger in his sleeve - tonight the tax collector will "die violently".
Ten miles away, Qin Wushang waved his fan and chuckled, holding up the title deed to the victims: "I will return this land to you, and I will return 30% of the food in the autumn."
As the crowd roared, he whispered to his assistant: "Write down Qingzhuang's name and join the 'field protection team' tomorrow."
Zhang Chengcheng's yellow scarf fluttered in the wind. She squatted down and stuffed the last half of the bran cake into the hands of the crying girl. The smoke from Dianjia Village was rising behind her...
Wow, I finally found a good book