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

Under the gaze of many villagers, 1,500 kilograms of grain were moved from Ling Laosan's yard to a horse-drawn carriage at the entrance of the village.

Soon the news spread that Ling Lao San's family had lost all their money and was being stood up, and his daughter could not marry into the Qiao family.

When the last two bags of grain were moved onto the carriage, two villagers passed by and discussed the matter.

"What a mess." Dayong was very angry and couldn't help but want to teach the two of them a lesson.

The two men were so scared when they saw the fierce look on his face that they ran away.

They did not forget that the boy from the Qiao family cruelly broke Shi Zhenxiang's limbs in front of so many villagers.

Then last night, Shi Zhenxiang died again under unclear circumstances.

Although Datian Village is a bit far from here, some people can't help but connect the two things.

"Brother, forget it. It's normal for them to think this way. After all, they haven't gotten married yet. We are here to borrow money and collect grain." Qiao Lianer said.

Silver and food are the foundation of farmers' survival. Without these two things, it is almost like losing life.

"I'll come back when the time comes, and this storm will be settled."

Dayong thought about it and realized that compared with the attitude of the villagers, Ling Laosan's family believed it so readily. Such kindness moved him quite a bit.

He pulled the reins and drove the carriage away.

They arrived at the intersection where the people had left the village, and saw the servants pushing carts carrying carts of grain, some of them holding bags of money in their hands.

"It's really not as good as the county town. Such a big village, with one hundred households, only got five hundred taels."

“The whole village is not as good as a storefront in the county town.

"That's what I was saying. There's not much money to be made in the village. They're lucky to be assigned to the town."

"Bah, if you do something too aggressive, I'll report you to the higher-ups first."

These people were cursing and were very resentful.

Qiu stared at the huge amount of grain. It was the hard-earned grain of the villagers throughout the year and their hope of survival.

There wasn't much money in the village, but there was plenty of food. I wonder how sad the villagers were when the food was taken away.

Qiao Jianer drove the carriage past as if no one was around.

"This is a good horse."

Someone watched the Ferghana horse go away and touched his chin.

"There are so many horses in the north. Forget it. Horse meat doesn't taste good." said another person.

Dahong seemed to have heard it, and he kicked his hooves and disappeared after turning a corner.

Qiao Lianer rolled her eyes, still thinking about her Dahong.

Although she had to pay rent to Ma Xing every month, she already considered Dahong a member of the family in her heart.

After a while, when she had enough money again, she would go and buy Dahong.

Dayong helps the Ling family sell kimchi, while Qiao Jianer and Qiao Zhizhi go to find the uncle to collect the final payment.

When the uncle saw that the amount of silver was sufficient, he also took out the house deed, land deed and keys.

"By the way, have those people who collect grain and silver arrived at your place?" the uncle asked.

“It should be here soon.

"It's best not to keep any money in your hands now." The uncle reminded.

"This shop is in a good location and can be rented out for twenty-five taels a month, but I advise you not to rush into renting it out, otherwise most of the silver will be taken away."

"I understand. Thank you, uncle." Qiao Jianer was a little touched.

These two days were a turbulent time and it was indeed not suitable to rent a shop, so she didn't rush to put up a sign.

There are only more than twenty taels of silver in the family now, which is just enough to give an explanation to those people.

"This shop is much bigger." Qiao Zhizhi said after entering the shop and looking around.

It is at least one-third larger, and there is a small layer separated by partitions on top, which is equivalent to a small warehouse for storing things.

Qiao Jianer knew that the price of three hundred taels was already an emergency price. Otherwise, it would be fine if it could be sold for three hundred and thirty taels, or a little higher.

After locking the shop again, Qiao Jianer drove the carriage to the abandoned yard.

"Move all the grain into the warehouse and lock it up." Qiao Jianer said, these are just a few poor kids, those people will never come here again.

Ada and the others quickly got busy.

"Sister Kama'er, are those people coming to your village?"

"Well, we're almost there."

"Sister Jian'er is right. Those people are just like bandits. We can't let them get away with it."

The children were busy, two people carrying one bag, and Ada asked Xiaowu to watch in the alley, away from people's eyes.

At the end of the busy work, everyone was out of breath, and Qiao Lianer rewarded each of them with a string of candied haws.

The children licked the candied haws with happy smiles on their faces.

After noon, Ling Yin’s kimchi was sold out, so everyone found a restaurant to eat and then went home.

When we arrived at the intersection of Lingjia Village, we saw a lot of grain piled there, stacked in bags, forming a small hill. The servants kept pushing ox carts loaded with grain to the intersection.

There were a row of large horse-drawn carriages parked on the road, so big that they couldn't even enter the village road, so the messengers moved the grain back onto the carriages.

"They were too fast." Qiu was still terrified. "If I had been a little slower, all the money and food in our house would have been looted."

I think it was the girl Jianer who saved their family.

Qiu was deeply moved.

"They have taken away so much food and they want to steal our silver too. How are the people going to survive?" Ling Yin said angrily.

Judging from the current situation, at least 70% of every household’s property has been robbed.

"The requirement from above is to collect half of it, but how could they miss the opportunity to make some money? Whatever they grab is theirs." Qiao Lianer said.

Dayong: "A thief who steals chickens and dogs."

"You can't be so cruel. We have 3,000 kilograms of rice, and you took away more than 2,000 kilograms. How are we, a family of more than a dozen people, going to survive?"

"We harvested 2,000 kilograms, and you took away more than 1,000 kilograms. Is there any justice in this world?"

"We have 4,000 catties of grain, and you took 3,000. Add to that the grain tax, and you're leaving 20 people starving. The higher-ups asked you to collect half, but you took 70% or 80%. You also took all the silver, leaving only a few copper coins. This is killing us."

"If you are unkind, don't blame us for being unjust."

Cries of resistance were heard, and about thirty men were seen rushing towards the messengers with sticks and axes.

They felt wronged and resentful, and were determined to fight to the death.

“Give us back our family’s food.”

The leader sneered and waved his hand. The messengers drew out the swords from the ox carts and horse carriages. These special swords were extremely sharp and sparkled as they were carried over.

There was a special team guarding here, about a hundred people. They were equipped with swords and drew their swords in unison.

The villagers were surrounded by more than a hundred people. They were not in number and had not received any special training. They were no match for their opponents and were quickly knocked to the ground. Some of them had broken arms and legs and were howling in pain.