Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Letter, who would write to her?

Seeing her confused look, the other party said, "Miss Qiao, have you forgotten me?"

Qiao Jianer looked at this completely unfamiliar face and said, "Ah? Uncle, I don't think we've ever met before."

The man laughed and said, "A month ago, my two sons and I came here. At that time, you and our sons were betting by the bridge."

Qiao Jianer suddenly remembered.

Pei Zhujin, Pei Shijiu.

And she did tell the two of them that if there were any changes, they could write to her.

Unexpectedly, a month later, they really wrote to me.

In fact, she didn't have high expectations.

In ancient times, messages were generally delivered by carrier pigeons. Pigeons delivered messages along familiar routes and required training and cultivation. Here, they did not train carrier pigeons, so delivering messages was not such an easy task.

She was just giving herself some psychological comfort, betting on that one in ten million chance.

If there are major changes in the situation, there won't be no hope at all.

What if someone sends her a letter as quickly as possible and helps her avoid some danger?

The man continued, "I was following the two gentlemen at the time, but Miss Qiao didn't notice me."

"Uncle, what's your name?"

"My surname is Fang."

"Hello Uncle Fang, the two young masters have returned home a long time ago, right?"

"Yes, I went back a long time ago, but the eldest master kept me here and asked me to train some pigeons to fly back and forth to Lianzhou so that I could write and receive letters more conveniently."

Fang Hong handed a letter to Qiao Jianer: "This is written by the eldest master himself."

This mailbox is made of bamboo and is carved with some delicate patterns. For confidentiality, the lid is sealed with mud and there is no sign of it being opened.

Qiao Jianer put away the mailbox first.

"Uncle Fang must be tired after delivering the letter. Come into the house and have some tea."

"No, I have something else to do, so I won't bother Miss Qiao anymore. The letter has been delivered, so I'll take my leave now."

Fang Hong bowed, jumped on the horse, turned the horse's head, and rode away with the reins.

Qiao Jianer knew that those who followed orders would not usually stay as guests, so she said, "Then Uncle Fang, have a safe journey."

When Fang Hong passed the upper section of the road, the horse slowed down. Looking down, the muddy river water began to become clear, the bridge stood still, and the rice in the fields was golden.

It seems that the flood prevention and disaster relief here are quite effective this year.

I also saw a diversion channel dug out, and it seemed that a new bed had been dug downwards at the bottom of the river.

Fang Hong nodded.

These can all be learned from and absorbed as experience.

In fact, he stayed in the county town not only to receive letters, but also to see the effect of the bridge.

After all, the young master has already copied the design of the bridge and is waiting to use it in other places, so there can't be any mistakes.

Now, I can go back and give an explanation to the young master.

Qiao Jian'er opened the letter. It read: Drought in the north has left vast farmlands barren. Twenty tribes have seized the opportunity to form an alliance and gradually advance downwards, their force threatening the imperial court. The court, strapped for cash, is struggling to cope, and is seeking to wield grain. On July 20th, the Grain Inspection Office was established, dispatching personnel to the south to supervise local authorities in compiling detailed statistics on farmland harvests and the profits of various businesses. On August 20th, the Grain Inspection Office dispatched personnel to various locations to collaborate with local authorities and military garrisons in collecting grain and silver. The initial standard for collection was set at 50% tax, regardless of headcount or years of business.

I added a sentence at the end: The world is not at peace, I hope Miss Qiao is well, and I hope that on a peaceful day I can drink and chat with Miss Qiao again.

Qiao Jianer stared at the letter for a long time.

My emotions were up and down and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

The tax rate of ten and a half is the most severe and exorbitant tax. Moreover, one has to pay not only grain but also money.

That is to say, they had to give out one jin for every two jin of grain and half an liang for every one liang of silver, which almost emptied the savings of the merchants and farmers.

The rest can only make a living and keep the shop going.

In previous years, the tax rate was 15%, and the commercial tax was not heavy. However, as soon as the north became turbulent, severe punishments were immediately imposed.

Qiao Lianer thought that the alliance of twenty tribes must be a huge army, and the northern tribes were strong in men and horses. If they wanted to win the battle, they had to ensure that the soldiers of Daze Kingdom had enough food for every meal and had meat to replenish their strength.

With such heavy taxes, Daze State wanted to end the war quickly.

This year, life will be difficult for ordinary people.

Qiao Lian'er looked at the villagers who were harvesting in the fields. Everyone had sweat on their faces, but they were all smiling happily.

The crops were good this year and there was no disaster. In addition to having enough food for our own consumption, we could also exchange them for silver.

But who would have thought that not only the grain would be confiscated, but the silver would also be taken away.

She can grow as much food as she wants in her space and doesn’t have to worry about having no food to eat, but what about the villagers in Datian Village?

During the years when the Qiao family was poor, many villagers extended a helping hand. Qiao Jianer really didn't want to see them fall into such a difficult situation.

She sighed softly. It was her destiny and she had no control over it. She just hoped that Daze Kingdom could win the battle quickly.

Not long after they went to the mountain, the backpacks and baskets brought by the two sisters were full.

Qiao Zhizhi was no longer surprised by such phenomena. Although she was young, she had guessed something like the Qiao family.

This time, she even took the initiative to avoid it.

If it were an outsider with such an inexplicable thing on her body, she would be scared to death, but Sister Jianer is a family member and the one who brings a good life to everyone.

So, besides being surprised, she was also grateful.

The two sisters sat on the stone cliff on the mountainside and ate fruits. In addition to strawberries, Qiao Jianer also picked bananas, apples, pears and pineapples from the space.

Feeling the cool autumn breeze and gazing at the golden rice fields from afar, Qiao Zhizhi moved his feet up and down, feeling very comfortable.

"Jia'er, days like this are so wonderful. I never dared to imagine them before."

"Well, yes." Qiao Lian'er was a little absent-minded.

"Sister Jian'er, we won't come up the mountain anymore. When you have time, you can drive the carriage to transport these things yourself." Qiao Zhizhi said.

"Okay." Qiao Jianer knew what Qiao Zhizhi meant. It was impossible for her to keep it a secret from her family for a long time.

Pineapples were introduced to this land in later dynasties, and they can only be cultivated when the secondary material space is opened.

She peeled one, dug out the eyes, and gave half to Qiao Zhizhi.

It was sweet and cool, and it was really thirst-quenching. Qiao Zhizhi's eyes lit up as she ate it.

It was almost time for the sisters to go down the mountain.

Old Mrs. Qiao and Old Man Qiao went to find fodder for the pigs and horses, leaving Qiao Xier at home to look after the house.

She sat under the osmanthus tree, embroidering a handkerchief, with Dashun lying at her feet.

There was a big machete next to Qiao Xier.

Last time, the Shen family wanted her to go and summon Shen Liang's soul, but she didn't go. The Shen family must have held a grudge against her, so in order to avoid their revenge, she was very alert.

"Excuse me, is anyone home?" a voice came from outside.

Qiao Xier put down her work, looked outside, and prepared to touch the machete.

When she saw who was coming, she withdrew her hand.

This man was called Mu Xinghe, seventeen years old, from the south of the village. His mother had just died two days ago, and they had a banquet, but no one knew what he was doing at the Qiao family.