After that, he walked forward happily and carefree.

Shangguan Chen followed behind, looking at her light green figure, like a happy butterfly, flying so carefree in the fields...

She didn't look like Huarongrong at all. Shangguan Chen became more and more confused as to whether the Huarongrong now was real or the one he knew before...

No matter which one it was, Shangguan Chen was puzzled and attracted, but... where was Qiu'er?

When he thought of Xue Qiu'er, Shangguan Chen frowned, and his eyes that were already filled with tenderness suddenly showed a hint of compelling coldness.

He must be calm and cannot let Qiu'er down. Qiu'er's matter must not be let go, otherwise wouldn't his own sacrifice be too unworthy?

"Old man, does this land belong to you?" Hua Rongrong walked a few steps and met a farmer weeding, and asked.

The old man raised his head and saw the elegant but elegant figure in simple attire. Then he looked at Shangguan Chen and several bodyguards who were following behind him. He immediately knelt down on the ground with a thud and kept saying: "Master, it's not yet...

It's harvest time. Once the harvest is harvested, I will definitely pay the taxes as soon as possible. Don't worry, don't worry..."

Seeing the old man so frightened, Hua Rongrong felt even more strange.

There was a trace of suspicion in his eyes, and he looked at the old man and asked: "Old man, get up quickly. We are not tax collectors. Why are you so afraid?"

The old man looked up and saw that Huarong Rong was as beautiful as the portrait of his own fairy. When he looked at Huarong Rong's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. He nodded quickly and said, "Young lady, you don't know something. We never know it."

I never thought about not paying taxes, but those tax collectors are always afraid that we will evade taxes. Before each batch of harvest is taken home, they will come to us several times to remind us. If we don’t get what we want, they will punch us.

Hitting or kicking?"

"There is such a villain?" Hua Rongrong's eyebrows jumped and she asked in surprise.

The old man nodded, wiped his tears and said: "It seems that the young lady is a young master or a young lady from a rich family. I'm afraid she doesn't know how we poor people cry. Hey... Now I see that the number of locusts is increasing day by day. I'm afraid they will soon...

They will all swarm together and eat up all the dealers!"

Yes, after the locusts eat up all the surrounding trees, of course it will be the banker's turn, and maybe in the end, it will be people's turn...

Hua Rongrong didn't mind being dirty, so she sat down on a small stone in the old man's field and asked the old man: "Aren't you suffering a lot?"

The old man nodded, cut off a corn stalk from the side, and carefully peeled off the skin and removed the leaves with a knife. He didn't know what to do, so he peeled the corn stalk and said, "Do you need to say this? The rich are the officials above.

, We farmers naturally only have to endure hardships. We are the ones who do the most, and we are the ones who get the least..."

The old man was talking with so much affection that tears were about to fall...
Chapter completed!