Yan Xiaoer couldn't sleep well all night.

Because he has doubts about the quality of this world.

Why is it that the Dafeng court is praising Mo Sanye for his good deeds, but the people of Dafeng are suffering miserably under the clutches of Mo Sanye.

Yan Xiaoer felt chills all over when he thought that his own father had mentioned the Qicheng Tian tax to him.

In Kushui Village, most of the fields where villagers grow crops can be irrigated by water trucks. In good years, the harvest per acre of wheat land is pretty good.

Take this year as an example, one acre of wheat field in Kushui Village can harvest 600 kilograms of wheat.

The household that grows the most in Kushui Village can grow 20 acres of land, and the household that grows the least can grow 5 acres.

The household that planted more can harvest up to 12,000 jins of wheat this year. But he has to pay 70%, which is 8,400 jins of wheat. His family can keep 3,600 jins of wheat, which is barely enough.

Account.

But what about the household with few wheat fields?

3,000 kilograms of wheat were handed over to 2,100 kilograms. 900 kilograms of wheat could not feed a family at all.

And this is only what was given to Mo Sanye, plus the large amount of public grain handed over, the household with the smallest amount can only keep 600 kilograms of wheat.

This is still a good year.

What if there is a bad year? People don’t have food stored in their homes, which means they can’t eat.

Wouldn’t it cost them their lives if they didn’t have enough food?

Yan Xiaoer was lying on the bed. As soon as he held the Black Dragon Sword in his hand, the Black Dragon Sword trembled angrily.

The sword has no emotions, but the person who wields the sword has emotions.

Yan Xiaoer let out a long sigh of relief, with a sparkle in his eyes.

Early the next morning, before finishing breakfast, Yan Xiaoer picked up his sword and went down the mountain without waiting for Chen Pingzhi and others.

Arriving at the ambush location that Chen Pingzhi told him last night, he sat cross-legged in the middle of the road and waited.

After Chen Pingzhi and the others grabbed a few mouthfuls of food at the mountain stronghold, they all came down the mountain carrying wooden swords.

They did not carry swords because they felt that after learning kendo, they had a natural affinity with weapons like swords.

A sword is much easier to use than a knife.

According to the information Chen Pingzhi received, Mo Sanye's motorcade will arrive at the path beside Yanran Mountain before noon, and then go straight to the official road to purchase properties in other prefectures and cities.

The Mo family has a large presence in Guangye. It not only has farmland, but also oil mills, mills, and cloth mills.

Mo Sanye once said that if a copper plate falls from the sky in Guangye City, his surname will be Mo!

Because the Mo family covers the sky in Guangye City with one hand.

The county magistrates sent by Dafeng Dynasty had to listen to Mo Sanye when they came to Guangye City.

"Senior Brother Yan, why don't you hide in too and let's catch them by surprise."

Song Laoqi persuaded him kindly.

"No need, I am a sword cultivator who can sit upright and firmly. There is no need to twist or hide it."

Yan Xiaoer's simple words immediately caused this group of people to explode.

"That's right, that's right. Sword cultivators like us can't hide it. Those who do it should do it openly. Who is afraid of whom?

I have already fallen to this point."

"Old Thirteen, shut up."

Song Laoqi glanced hard at the person who just spoke.

But Chen Pingzhi walked out of the grass calmly.

"For no other reason than to fuck him!"

The wooden sword in his hand smashed into a sword flower and was carried behind him, Chen Pingzhi looked proud.

When Yan Xiaoer saw this, his eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help but take a high look at Junior Brother Chen.

"This guy's ideas are consistent with mine on many points. I like him very much."

This is Yan Xiaoer’s true thoughts.

Near noon, they heard the sound of horses and driving driving from a distance.

"Coming."

Chen Pingzhi stood up, but Yan Xiaoer remained seated on the ground.

Song Laoqi got up from the ground and looked at Yan Xiaoer with a strange expression.

"Senior Brother Yan, please stand up and move around first, otherwise your legs will become numb and your performance will be affected."

Yan Xiaoer glanced at him gently and said nothing.

Seeing that his persuasion was fruitless, Song Laoqi had no choice but to give up again.

What I say during this period of time is becoming less and less effective.

When the carriage approached, he saw someone blocking the way on the trail, so he calmly stopped the carriage.

"You bandits, haven't you seen the Mo family flag on the roof of the car? Why don't you get out of the way?"

Yan Xiaoer opened his eyes and gave Chen Pingzhi a wink.

Chen Pingzhi raised his leg and drew his sword, then jumped in front of the carriage. The sword flashed and the Mo family flag fell into the dust.

"It's your Mo family that's being robbed!"

Chen Pingzhi spoke in a very calm tone.

"The copycat guy is in trouble."

The servants who were originally guarding both sides of the motorcade all drew out their swords from their waists.

The flash of swords surrounded the convoy in a circle.

"Brother, my Mo family has no enmity with your brothers on the mountain. Why do you want to rob my Mo family?"

"There is no other reason than robbing the rich and giving to the poor."

Yan Xiaoer stood up from the ground, and the leg underneath him felt like a garbled mess, a dense mosaic.

"Since we are robbing the rich and giving to the poor, there is no need to fight with them, just kill them and collect their money.

This is my first time doing this kind of thing, but I will only demonstrate it to you once, so study hard!"

Yan Xiaoer holds the Black Dragon Sword and approaches the convoy step by step.

"Little brother, we advise you to cherish life."

Before Yan Xiaoer could even get close, the top five players in the team had already grasped the steel knives in their hands.

The trembling sound of the steel sword showed their realm to Yan Xiaoer.

Weapons have sound, five first-rate masters.

"Senior Brother Yan, be careful.

These five are all top-notch experts."

Chen Pingzhi reminded.

"Yeah, I got it.

Just stand on the edge and watch.

Learn what it means to rob the rich and give to the poor."

Yan Xiaoer exerted force with his feet, and launched the sword move in the Wandering Dragon Style. The five first-class masters only felt a black light flash in front of their eyes, and then the sword in their hands was broken.

"What kind of weapon is this?"

The five people were shocked at the same time.

They were shocked, but even if their weapons were destroyed during the battle, they had no way out.

Running away will only kill you faster.

"I'll try my best to slow down, please watch carefully."

Yan Xiaoer was chatting with the junior brothers behind him while playing.

It seems as if this battle is not a battle, but a practical teaching.

Chen Pingzhi nodded and led everyone to stand behind Yan Xiaoer and observe carefully.

"This is the art of sword stabbing."

Yan Xiaoer raised his sword and extended it forward in a very ordinary way.

The sword moves are very simple and ordinary. One of the first-class masters seemed to have touched the porcelain on purpose, raising his chest to the tip of the sword.

Yan Xiaoer's sword sank into his chest, and before he could vomit blood, he was no longer breathing.

"This is the second move, the walking sword technique."

Yan Xiaoer dragged his sword and ran straight towards the remaining four 'masters'; the sword flashed.

All four of them fell to the ground with their necks pressed.

In a short time, the ground was already a bright red.
Chapter completed!