The Immortal King has a farming system (Quick Transmigration)

Chapter 691 Untitled

Yang Aidang: "Captain?!"

Yang Aidang: "You, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Dahe: "It's over"

Yang Dahe: “It’s all over.”

Yang Dahe reached out and grabbed Yang Aidang's arm tightly, his expression desperate and numb.

Yang Aidang: "What's over? (looks puzzled)"

Yang Dahe: "They are so cruel! (angry, powerless, full of self-blame)"

Yang Dahe: “They are so cruel!”

Yang Aidang: "Captain, calm down."

Yang Dahe: "I can't hold it back anymore (tears can no longer be stopped from falling)"

Yang Dahe: "I can't keep them all."

Yang Dahe: "I don't want to do that to those damned people. I don't want to do that to them (gnashing his teeth and growling)"

Yang Dahe: "They said that if I didn't follow their instructions, I would no longer be the team leader (laughing and crying expression)"

Yang Dahe: "I'm not planning to be a team leader anymore"

Yang Dahe: "But they pulled my hand and forced me to press my fingerprints"

Yang Dahe: "A thousand kilograms per mu? Ha (a distorted smile)"

Yang Dahe: "Fuck the 1,000-jin yield per mu!!"

Yang Dahe: "I &@*"^" (angry cursing)

Yang Dahe's words were incoherent, but Yang Aidang finally understood what he said. His face turned pale and blue in an instant.

Given the limited production in their area, if we really calculate it based on the 1,000 kilograms per mu that the team leader said, they will have a hard time paying the public grain tax.

Yang Dahe: "I can't survive"

Yang Dahe: "You won't let me live anymore (mumbling to himself)"

Yang Aidu stared blankly at the brigade accountant with a grim expression behind Yang Dahe.

The brigade accountant wiped his face and said nothing.

Yang Aidang understood instantly.

His legs went weak and his body couldn't stop sliding down, but the captain grabbed him.

Yang Dahe: "Love the Party"

Yang Dahe: "You are the only soldier in our village who came back alive"

Yang Dahe: "Can you... (gritting his teeth)"

Yang Dahe: "Can you find some connections?" Yang Dahe: "The brigade can't be without food."

Yang Dahe: "We, we will starve to death (sad voice but hopeful eyes)"

Yang Aidang: "Me, what can I do?"

Yang Aidang grabbed Yang Dahe by the collar and roared.

Yang Aidang: "Tell me, what can I do?!"

Yang Aidang: "I'm just a retired soldier, I don't have any connections!"

Yang Aidang: "Tell me, what kind of relationship can cover up this kind of thing! Tell me!!"

Yang Aidang: "Just tell me what you mean!!"

The veins on Yang Aidang's neck popped out.

Yang Ming: "Love the Party, don't be angry yet, we have to resolve this matter..."

Yang Aidang: “How to solve it?” Yang Aidang: “How to solve it?!”

Yang Aidang: "You've already pressed your fingerprints, but it's not going to solve anything!"

Yang Aidang: "Wait for death!"

Yang Ai Dang: "All of you are waiting to die!!"

Yang Aidang was gasping for breath in anger.

When Yang Dahe went to the county, Yang Aidang told him explicitly that the geographical output should not only not be overstated, but should be understated, and it would be best to ask for some relief grain.

As a result, they will have no food to eat for the next year!

Yang Aidang resisted the urge to beat up the team leader.

His face was twitching as he tried hard to control his emotions.

Yun Mo sighed in his heart and finally did not continue reading. He did not want to push Yang Aidang into a corner, otherwise the things in his cellar would be in danger.

If you hand over the things in the cellar at this time, not only will you end up in trouble, but you will also be condemned by everyone.

After all, what is worrying is not the lack of wealth but the inequality of wealth.

Everyone else has handed over their food rations, but his family still has so much hidden. I wonder how many pairs of eyes must be jealous.

Yun Mo: “Okay”

Yun Mo: "Stop arguing"

Yun Mo: "I have a way to solve the current situation"

Several pairs of eyes suddenly stared at Yun Mo.

Even Old Lady Yang and Zhou Cuihua, who had been silent, looked over.

Yang Aidang's lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but nothing came out. He tilted his head back and blinked hard. Damn it, there must be sand in his eyes.

Yang Dahe stared at Yun Mo, his eyes like a dog that had been hungry for three days suddenly saw a piece of fat meat. Yang Dahe: "Three years old"

Yang Dahe: "What do you have in mind?"

Yang Dahe: "You, you say"

Yang Dahe: "Uncle, please tell me, please."

That look was like a dying person grabbing at the last straw.