It's like a recent graduate still doing an internship, earning 2,800 yuan a month, laughing all the time, getting married and having children at a rapid pace, struggling to support themselves, let alone their children.

The time is not right.

After saying that, I wanted to go to sleep, but the first thing to think about was how to eat.

It seems there's no millet left to cook, and the last few copper coins were all spent on drinking.

commit a sin.

The boy awkwardly explained, "Uncle Xian, the government has stipulated that for every household that refuses to marry, the tax will be increased by 10% per person."

Chen Xian stood up abruptly, “It is the responsibility and obligation of every Qingxia Village resident to ensure the steady and orderly growth of the population of Ganchao. We have an unshirkable duty to do so.”

Alas, it's all because of poverty and a corrupt court. I've heard that for the past ten years or so, the court has been fighting against the nomadic barbarians, resulting in countless deaths and injuries among its soldiers.

A shortage of soldiers necessitates stimulating population growth.

The so-called common people of ancient times were simply cannon fodder in times of chaos.

Of course, in prosperous times, they were also slaves to unscrupulous merchants and powerful figures.

The group walked and stopped frequently, and soon arrived at the big banyan tree.

The girls in the wedding procession are mostly girls from the village who can't get married.

Don't have too high expectations for its appearance.

Knowing how to make steamed buns, cook porridge, and stand under the eaves to avoid the rain is ideal. Of course, it would be even better if one had inexhaustible energy, could do physical labor, and could be used like a man.

She's a perfect wife.

"Look, even the lazy drunkard has come out. What's he doing here?"

"You didn't even know that? The government's policy has changed again."

"Poor Chen family children, they are all excellent. If Chen Xian really marries a wife, and she is a wicked woman, the children will really have no good life."

"Who cares about him? He's a good-for-nothing who beats and scolds kids all day long. Who knows when he'll get drunk and be taken away by the King of Hell? He deserves it!"

Chen Xian: "..."

Stop cursing, stop cursing.

I'm already drenched in sweat.

Under the banyan tree, in May, when the weather was starting to get hot, several yamen runners sat on a rock, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans.

A dozen or so girls stood in a row with their luggage on their backs, heads down, looking nervous and uneasy.

The constable was getting impatient and ordered, "Chen, the village head, hurry up and make the arrangements. I have to go back and report."

Chen Qingshan nodded with a smile and said in a deep voice, "Those who are 18 years old and under 30 years old, stand on the left; those who are 30 years old and under 40 years old, stand on the right."

Is there a problem with letting young men choose their wives first?

Several teenagers in the crowd were eager to try.

"The village head is wise."

"Haha, this one is good. Big butt and thick waist, he can definitely do the work. I want this one."

Zhang Daguang, a village hoodlum, squinted at the women in the group with a thieving look.