Five out of ten taxes were exorbitant, and no other tax could be more so. Moreover, it wasn't just about paying grain; money was also required.
That is, taking out one pound of grain from two pounds of grain and half a ounce of silver from one ounce of silver, which almost emptied the savings of merchants and farmers.
Those who remained could barely make ends meet, keeping the storefront afloat to maintain its existence.
In previous years, the tax rate was one-fifteenth, and the commercial tax was not heavy. However, when chaos broke out in the north, severe punishments were immediately imposed.
Qiao Lian'er thought that a coalition of twenty tribes must be a massive army, and the northern tribes were strong and well-equipped. In order to win the battle, it was necessary to ensure that the soldiers of Daze Kingdom had enough to eat every day and also had meat to keep them strong.
With such a heavy tax, Dazeguo wants to resolve this quickly.
This year, life will be tough for ordinary people.
Qiao Lian'er looked at the villagers harvesting in the fields. Everyone's faces were covered in sweat, but they were beaming with happy smiles.
This year's harvest was good, and there were no disasters. In addition to keeping enough food for ourselves, we can also exchange the harvest for money.
But who would have thought that not only would the grain be requisitioned, but the silver would also be taken away?
She can grow as much food as she wants in her space, so she doesn't have to worry about not having enough rice to eat. But what about the villagers of Datian Village?
During the years that the Qiao family was poor, many villagers had offered them a helping hand, and Qiao Lian'er really didn't want to see them fall into a predicament.
She sighed softly. Fate and destiny were beyond her control; she could only hope that the Great Swamp Kingdom would win this battle soon.
Not long after they went up the mountain, the baskets and hampers the two sisters had brought were full.
Qiao Zhizhi was already used to this phenomenon. Although she was young, she, like the Qiao family, had guessed something.
This time, she even deliberately avoided it.
If it were a stranger with such inexplicable things on them, she would be terrified, but Sister Lian'er is family, someone who brings a good life to everyone.
So, besides being surprised, she was also grateful.
The two sisters sat on a rocky cliff halfway up the mountain eating fruit. In addition to strawberries, Qiao Lian'er also picked bananas, apples, pears, and pineapples from her spatial storage.
Enjoying the cool autumn breeze and gazing at the golden expanse of rice paddies in the distance, Qiao Zhizhi moved her feet up and down, feeling quite content.
"Lian'er, these days are so wonderful. I never dared to dream of them before."
"Yes, that's right." Qiao Lian'er seemed a little absent-minded.
“Sister Lian’er, we won’t come up the mountain anymore. If you have time, you can drive your own horse-drawn cart to transport these things,” Qiao Zhizhi said.
“Okay.” Qiao Lian’er knew what Qiao Zhizhi meant; it was impossible for her to keep it a secret from her family for long.
Pineapples were introduced to this land in later dynasties, and they could only be cultivated when the second-level object space was opened.
She peeled one, then removed the eyes, and gave half to Qiao Zhizhi.
Sweet and cool, it was so refreshing! Qiao Zhizhi's eyes lit up as she ate it.
When it was almost time, the sisters went down the mountain.
Old Mrs. Qiao and Old Mr. Qiao went to find pig feed and horse fodder, leaving Qiao Xi'er alone at home to look after the house.
She sat under the osmanthus tree, embroidering a handkerchief, with Da Shun lying at her feet.
Beside Qiao Xier was a large cleaver.
The last time the Shen family wanted her to perform a soul-summoning ritual for Shen Liang, she refused. The Shen family must be holding a grudge. To avoid their retaliation, she is very cautious.
"Excuse me, is anyone home?" a voice came from outside.
Qiao Xier put down her work, looked outside, and prepared to touch the large cleaver.
Upon seeing who it was, she withdrew her hand.
This man is called Mu Xinghe, seventeen years old, from a family in the south of the village. His mother died a couple of days ago, and they held a banquet. No one knows why he came to the Qiao family.
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