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

The collection team arrived at Sunjiatun.

There was also grain stored in Sunjiatun. After hearing about what happened in Datian Village, the villagers hurriedly moved the grain down from the mountain before the collection team arrived.

"Captain, how much of the troops should be levied on Sunjiatun?" the people around him asked.

Generally speaking, the rule is 70%, but Sunjiatun is closest to Datian Village. After suffering so much anger just now, Song Laosan has other plans.

"We'll collect 90% of the grain and all the silver, and then tell them they're unlucky. We'll only collect 70% from Datian Village."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Song Laosan's mouth.

The people of Sunjiatun are very reckless. It was formerly called Mang Village, but the government felt that it was too bandit-like, and since there were more families with the surname Sun, the name was changed to Sunjiatun.

He returned home in glory in his military uniform and should have been respected, but the villagers of Datian Village chose to go against him. It was no wonder he was against it.

In every household, there are at least seven or eight elderly people who have not yet divided the family property, and some even have thirty people. They only have 10% of the food left, and they have no money to buy more food. It is impossible for them to survive.

Chu Zhuo was not there, so he had plenty of time to do this.

"Hurry up and get rid of any resistance immediately. Otherwise, when Chu comes, he won't get as much benefit as you guys."

At Song Laosan's command, his men took action and drew their swords. The cold light frightened the villagers so much that they dared not say a word. They could only watch as their food was taken away bag by bag, and all their savings were taken away.

There were large-scale cries in Sunjiatun, and many villagers fainted.

The men stood there frozen, their fists clenched, their eyes red and bloodshot.

They are angry and helpless about this situation, and naturally they will not be stupid enough to rush into the edge of the knife.

It would be fine if all villages were the same, but why did the nearby Datian Village only collect 70% of the tax, leaving 30% of the grain, and still have some spare money on hand, so they have no problem getting through this year?

And they will have to endure the hunger that follows, and the cold in winter.

Are the lives of the people in Datian Village really better than theirs? Bullshit, we are all peasants, who is more noble than the other?

Song Laosan's gaze swept across the indignant faces of the villagers.

He knew that as soon as his team left, Sunjiatun would go to Datian Village to cause trouble and steal money and food.

The people in this village are very reckless. Many of them have been bandits in the mountains, and the people are very tough.

"Captain Qu, isn't Captain Song going too far?" a subordinate whispered to Captain Qu.

I originally thought that they were taking 70% of the tax, which was already cutting into the people's lifeline.

Unexpectedly, Song Lao San was even more ruthless, and much more ruthless. He left no way out. Even those of them who had collected taxes along the way were frightened.

"No need to make a fuss. Just follow Captain Song's instructions." Qu Jiantou's expression remained stern, but a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Captain Song is stationed at the nearby Guanning Iron Cavalry Station, and he's from Datian Village. He's being the first to speak out. The people can't blame us for anything."

"When he falls from power, these villagers will definitely skin him alive and drink his blood. What does that have to do with us?"

The subordinates immediately understood that they would let Song Lao San be the bad guy and they would take the benefits.

The collection here was completed quickly, with large carriages and carts carrying grain leaving.

At this time, the people's cries became more unrestrained, floating above the village, heart-wrenching and painful.

"Alas, the people of Datian Village were originally required to pay a 90% tax, but it was later changed to 70%. After all, they are not as unlucky as you." Song Laosan's subordinates continued to fan the flames.

"They will be able to survive this year. If you die of hunger or cold, you can only blame your bad luck."

These people laughed and left the village.

The man from Sunjiatun clenched his fists so hard that they made a crackling sound, and his chest heaved with his breathing.

Why are they not convinced? Why?

"Let's go find the village chief and have a good discussion about how we're going to live in the future."

"Let's go find the village chief and come up with an idea."

These villagers said they were discussing it, but they already had plans in their hearts. Now they just wanted to gather everyone together and strengthen cohesion.

When Song Ruier arrived, she just saw Song Laosan getting on his horse and preparing to leave.

Song Laosan left ten years ago when he was still a baby. Now that he has grown up, Song Laosan certainly doesn't recognize him.

Song Ruier opened her mouth, not knowing whether to call him dad or uncle.

Seeing Song Lao San slapping his horse and about to leave, he blurted out: "Captain."

Song Laosan turned around and saw a child about ten years old standing on the side of the road. The child's facial features were very similar to his own, which made him stunned for a moment and gave him some guesses.

"Little boy, who are you? What's the matter?" asked Song Laosan's subordinates.

Song Ruier looked at Song Lao San, her nose twitched, she felt a little aggrieved, and her eyes were misty.

"I'm Song Rui'er, Captain, I'm Rui'er."

He did not rashly say that he was Song Laosan's son, because he had heard from the soldiers that Song Laosan already had a pair of children.

Originally, the reunion of father and son was a good thing, but he felt uneasy because of this.

Because he was not sure whether Song Lao San still had him as his son in his heart.

Knowing that Qiao Jian'er was his daughter, Song Laosan chopped her down with his sword without mercy.

Although he hoped that Qiao Jian'er would die, he felt grief-stricken and shocked to see that even his own daughter was killed.

But on second thought, he is a son, and he must be treated much better than Qiao Jianer in front of Song Lao San.

This is also the reason why he came to find Song Lao San.

really!

When Song Laosan heard this, his face darkened and he frowned.

When he decided to abandon his wife and children ten years ago, he had long forgotten about his son and daughter.

Nothing is more important than his wealth and glory.

Song Rui'er observed the expressions on Song Lao San's face and felt her heart hanging in her throat. Seeing the coldness in Song Lao San's eyes, she couldn't help but shiver.

Song Lao San stared at Song Rui Er for a long while before he slowly said, "Remember, you are Song Lao Er's son. If you have other thoughts, be careful of your head."

A chill quickly spread throughout his body. Song Ruier opened his eyes wide, unable to believe what he heard.

Song Laosan doesn't recognize him!

He had waited so long for this day, but he didn't expect this to be the result.

"Remember?" Song Laosan put his hand on the sword at his waist.

Song Ruier's knees went weak and she fell to the ground.

"Remember, remember."

"What should you call me?"

"Captain."

"wrong."

Song Rui'er's mind raced: "Third, Third Uncle."

It seems that this kid is not stupid, it's just a pity that he has a mother who comes from a peasant family.

Song Laosan snorted, took his hand off the hilt of the sword, rode away on his horse without looking back.