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

Qu Jiantou felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his hanging hands were trembling slightly.

Blood kept flowing down, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood. Was he going to fall down and die in the next moment?

He felt that his whole body had lost strength, his legs were weak, and his mind was already racing, quickly recalling things from the age of three to the present.

But it seems that it hasn't reached that stage yet. Is he relying on his thoughts to support himself?

On the other side, Dayong and Zhao Lizheng had already pinned down Wang Hu. Wang Hu was a big and strong man and was not easy to subdue.

It was just a sudden change and he was in a daze, so it went a little more smoothly.

In order to prevent him from resisting, Dayong cut one of his heels, injuring his tendons. He knelt on one knee on the ground, struggling, and could no longer stand up.

Dayong immediately tied him up with ropes and kicked him to the ground.

The villagers were stunned to see how swift and decisive these people were in their work, rescuing Qu Jiantou and controlling Wang Hu in just a few moments.

Qiao Lian'er saw that Qu Jian's head was stiff and the blood flowing from his head flowed to his feet, forming a bloody red patch.

She knew why Qu Jiantou reacted like this, because he was not sure whether he could survive. He was afraid that if he moved even a little, he would step into an irretrievable darkness.

If it had really hit his head, Qu Jiantou would have fallen down by now.

And she also saw clearly just now that the stone axe only scratched her scalp for a moment before being knocked away.

She lowered her head and searched in her purse, secretly mixed some things from her space, and took out a stack of gauze.

He handed it to Qu Jiantou and said, "It's just a scalp injury. Press it with these to stop the bleeding."

"Really, really?"

Qu Jiantou breathed a sigh of relief and asked uncertainly.

"Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, just touch it. The bones are fine."

Qu Jiantou actually touched it. Although his hand was covered in blood, it was only his scalp that was injured. His head was still round without any cracks at all.

Having lived for over forty years, he really wants to have a good cry now.

It's like dying and coming back to life.

Without even having time to see what was in his hand, he immediately pressed it on the injured area.

The effect is really good, the bleeding gradually stopped.

Qu Jiantou took a deep breath and sat on the ground with a dull look in his eyes, as if he had not yet come to his senses. His heart was filled with gratitude for surviving the disaster.

"Girl, thank you so much this time."

Otherwise, a big stone axe would chop his head in half.

By then, there will be so much red and white that it’s hard to imagine.

His life ended here.

Qu Jiantou held his head with one hand, covered his face with the other, and lowered his head.

"This time, I was also wrong."

When he saw so many villagers rebelling, he began to wonder whether the tax was too heavy or too opportunistic.

As long as these villagers have enough food and clothing, they will never cross the line.

Although they were encouraged by others, they were indeed having a hard time and were angry.

Now that he is still alive, he reflects more deeply.

Qiao Jian'er didn't say much. Seeing that his bleeding had stopped, she took out a bandage and a bottle of hemostatic powder from her purse.

Dayong shaved off all the hair on Qu Jian's head where it was injured, then sprinkled the powder on his head and wrapped his entire head tightly with bandages.

As a result, Qu Jiantou felt much more at ease.

"Thank you, thank you." He choked a little.

"Hmph, how funny! You're also wrong, and you're just going to brush this matter off? What about the food and silver that were stolen from us? Are you not going to collect them next? You're still going to take away at least 70% of them." Wang Hu yelled.

Another villager said, "Even if you have a conscience, your soldiers will still want to benefit from it. Otherwise, they won't want to work at all. Everyone knows this. This is a dead end."

This is how the government behaved when they came to collect taxes in the past, trying to gain benefits openly or covertly, which is why they were running around. This time it's even more serious.

Qu Jian lowered his head and remained silent because he didn't know how to solve this problem.

The north is in urgent need of food and silver. To ensure efficiency, the enthusiasm of the collection team must be increased.

If they don't give them any benefits, the tax collection teams will have no energy to work and will neglect the North. Those of them who are in charge will have no chance of getting away with it.

So many people dispatched by the Inspection Office were scattered all over the place, plus the local government offices and the personnel stationed in the military camps. In addition to the 50% that had to be handed over, 70% was required. He had already calculated this account carefully.

After thinking about it, he felt hatred in his heart. Why did those northern tribes move south and why did they want to fight?

He clenched his fists and frowned.

"Speak up! Why aren't you talking? Are you out of options?" Wang Hu fell to the ground, his head tilted to one side with a mocking look on his face.

"I'm not the only one who wants to rebel against you. If you continue like this, more and more people will gather and revolt. You can control me, but you can't control the will of the people of the world."

"That's right, how are we going to live in the future? You strictly collect 50% and we just eat less at every meal. Damn it, you must take at least 70%, and even 80% or 90%."

"You guys forced us to do this. What's the difference between what you're doing and killing us all?"

The villagers became more and more excited as they spoke, and some even had tears in their eyes.

Who would want to go against the imperial court if it hadn't come to this? Who wouldn't want to live a good life with their family?

"When you saw us being cornered and taking up arms, you only thought of finding someone to suppress us. Have you ever listened to the pain we feel and shown some understanding?"

"Even if Wang Hu is subdued, there are still thousands of us."

Inspired by this sentence, the villagers took another step forward.

No matter what happens today, we must force this warden to submit.

Return the silver and grain to them.

Qu Jiantou had just breathed a sigh of relief, but now his heart was lifted again.

This is not good. These villagers will not disperse until the most critical problem is solved.

But he couldn't give any guarantees.

"Let's capture this leader and use him to threaten the grain collection team."

"And these few meddlers, they themselves have had their grain confiscated. It would be fine if they didn't join us in the resistance, but they're traitors, acting like dogs of the imperial court. We'll treat them like rats crossing the street, to be beaten by everyone."

The villagers raised their weapons again and approached step by step.

Qiao Jianer knew that it was useless for her to say those words now. She had to calm the villagers down first and make them feel cautious.

Otherwise, as soon as someone instigates her, her voice will be drowned out and she will face more doubts.

So, she never expressed her opinion.

Looking at the end of the road, the teams of Brother Dacheng and Brother Dameng should be arriving soon, right?