I want to be a good person

Siji Mountain, with its main peak at 214.2 meters above sea level, is located 15 kilometers northeast of Zou County and is the resting place of the sub-sage.

After all the twists and turns, there must be God's will.

At the foot of the mountain, Zhang Aiguo put away the cart and fetched some water to wash his hands and face.

The tomb is 6 meters high and was built by the th generation grandson of the Meng family during the Daoguang period.

After the worship, Zhang Aiguo prepared to go up the mountain. There were strange trees and beautiful scenery along the way, but he had no time to appreciate them.

It’s just because I heard that there is a Taoist temple with a Jade Emperor Pavilion, which enshrines the Jade Emperor.

If you haven't heard of it, you can just pretend you didn't see it. If you know it but don't go to worship, you're afraid of being blamed. Where does a good life come from?

Fate comes first, luck comes second, feng shui comes third, God’s gift is the most important!

Without staying for long, there were still a dozen Taoists in the Guanyin Temple. After bowing, burning incense and paying money, Zhang Aiguo hurried down the mountain.

After crossing the mountain is Xizou.

There are two sources for this name: one is that Confucius wrote "Xi Zou Cao" about this place, hence the name; the other is that according to the Republic of China edition of "Qufu Xuxiu County Records", Confucius once wanted to go west to meet Zhao Jianzi, but when he reached the river, he returned to rest in Zou Township, hence the name.

San Kong escaped the Japs' vicious clutches, but after thinking it over, he decided to avoid this place.

By the Sishui River.

The Master said, standing by a river, "Time passes by like a flowing stream, it never stops day or night."

When reminiscing about the past, the word "chuan" refers to the Si River.

The wind rises from the water, bringing a hint of sadness.

People were coming and going on the Sishui Bridge, and last night’s moon was about to become full.

The cart turned a corner and saw the Japanese soldiers also going to market, pretending to be civilized people. Zhang Aiguo looked around.

Turns out they were taking photos, what a fucking show.

The person selling things was specially picked, and judging by his dress and figure, he should be a senior member of the maintenance association, with a rosy face.

The real stall owner was squatting on the ground with his hands behind his back, wearing a thin cotton coat with patches upon patches. His face was as gray as his clothes, and he stared at his goods.

The area surrounding the stall was full of plainclothes deputies, pretending nothing had happened.

Judging from the photos, the Japanese devils' construction of the paradise was very successful. The people were well fed and well watered, and their faces were shiny.

Isn't this a way of deceiving yourself?

Brother Zhang silently gave a thumbs up in his heart, you are not alone.

I immediately thought of several shortcomings. I was not careful in putting on a show. Under the threat of the truth, I could have interacted with him, such as saying a few caring words or shaking hands cordially...

Without sound, no matter how good the play is, it cannot come out.

The people around were watching the fun, treating it as a pleasure to watch. There was no extra noise, they just watched them pose for photos.

The Japanese are still making their last struggle, trying to restore their international image, but to no avail.

After taking the photos, the Japanese officers and reporters got into the Nissan 70 cars, and the guards got on trucks and motorcycles.

There was another commotion and then they ran away.

The market was bustling again, and several detectives and fake police officers began to collect taxes.

The people voluntarily handed over the only copper coins they had, as they still did not trust paper money.

From Jiaozi in the Song Dynasty to Baochao in the Ming Dynasty, and then to Fabi, and now the Laoshenzi Zhongchuquan, they are all made of paper after all.

“Where are your taxes?”

It was fun to stand on the sidelines and watch, but I didn’t expect that there would be a tax for watching the fun.

"Boss, I'm just passing by, I don't have any work to do."

"Nonsense, you came to the market, if not to work, then what are you doing? I think you are not honest, and you intend to fight against the locust army."

"The locust army said that anyone who is away from home must pay taxes. We are currently arresting relatives of the resistance fighters. All food, clothing, and daily expenses must be taxed."

When talking about arresting relatives of protesters, he specifically pointed his finger at Zhang Aiguo, which was a naked threat and an undisguised warning.

"I'm giving you a chance, don't take it lightly. Not doing business now doesn't mean you won't do business later or in the future. So, you have to pay taxes, and no one can escape it."

I don't want to cause trouble to the villagers who have come from far away to go to the market. Once the gun is fired, children will get lost, people will fall to the ground and be trampled, goods will be stolen, and people will be injured by stray bullets. Everything you can think of will happen.

Zhang Aiguo stomped his feet hard and felt a little dizzy. How could he be so kind?

Faced with the ever-changing tax types, no matter how nice the words are, it will only lead to another one popping up, and the monkey will change his mind from day to day.

"how much is it?"

"This big blue mule is worth ten dollars, and the cart is five dollars. This is all depreciation for you. I won't collect the fine from you, so you can be happy."

A 5% tax sounds like a low amount, but the problem is that all the taxes related to mule carts are superimposed. Zhang Aiguo has calculated that the tax is as much as 50%.

"pat"

The clasp of the wooden gun case opened, revealing the blue truth inside.

"Pay the money."

The Central Bank notes were converted into silver dollars, and I still had some left.

The tax collector spoke before he left.

"What I just said was the comprehensive tax. According to the requirements, we still need to pay that, that tax."

As he spoke, he grabbed the banknote in his hand.

Taxes upon taxes, king of kings, since ancient times, it has been difficult to find good hearts.

You don't need to know what kind of tax it is, just pay it obediently. The word "official" means "official". Even though it is a pseudo-government, they hold the truth. What can you do about it?

"Boss, please write me a note. We need to give an explanation to the master."

"Explanation? Paying taxes and tributes is a matter of course. Why are you dissatisfied? Ask your master to come to us."

"Tell your master that the ticket has been issued and he is in the detective department. He is welcome to come anytime."

Who would dare to be a sheep among wolves?

The traitors spoke in a very tough tone, which gave the Japanese enough confidence. Mr. Wang, the pig host, cheered them on.

I watched a few people wandering away, and before they had taken two steps, a noisy voice was heard.

"Hey, good stuff."

Several people scattered like flies, and a hunter held skins in his hands, a wolf skin and a fox skin.

"Where did you get it from?"

When several people surrounded the hunter, his face froze. Zhang Aiguo saw the hunter's fingers, clenched his fist and then unclenched it.

The man was eighteen or nineteen years old, full of vigor and vitality, with a dagger stuck in his waist.

"What's your name? Which village is this hunter from?"

"Li Qianjin, from Zhaojiayu."

"Have you paid taxes for hunting in the mountains? You also have to pay taxes for coming to the market."

His originally dark face turned a little red as he remembered what his parents had told him before he left, telling him not to cause trouble and not to argue with others.

But isn’t this bullying honest people?

Why don't we check on those people who wear satin coats and look like gentlemen? Why don't we ask them whether they have paid their taxes?

How much money can poor people like us get?

Zhang Aiguo didn't say anything. There were too many things in the world to take care of.

The three publics only come so timely when the expenditure is put on hold.

"show me."

The young man was reluctant to let go and looked reluctant, as he knew the character of traitors.

"Here you go."

Several people held the hunter from the left, right, front and back and forcibly took the weapon from his hands.

"you."

The leader pulled out a dagger from his waist. The blade was shining brightly and was very sharp.

"Why, you don't accept it? I like your things, that's a favor to you, you have to accept it."

The cold blade hit his face, and accidentally slid across it, scratching his cheek.

People stayed away.

"Come, take us back. Grandpas are tired and don't want to walk today."

The dagger was pointed at Zhang Aiguo.

Zhang Aiguo smiled, revealing his teeth that sparkled brightly in the sunlight. With such good teeth, he could eat anything!

It's true that there is a road to heaven but you don't take it!