The sky is clear and cloudy, as if you can reach the sky as long as you climb to the top of the tall bamboo.

In the courtyard in front of a dilapidated thatched hut, a scholar in a cyan robe stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the bamboo tops in the distance, but his face showed a faint sadness.

Peck again! Try another peck!

He seems to be calm, but inside he is very irritable, because a rooster under his feet is pecking him, and it is endless.

"Brother, I'm back, what are you doing!"

The tiger girl jumped back from the direction of the barn, the face of the meat dun was red, and she greeted him through the courtyard gate, and looked at him in confusion.

Lin Haoran was very calm, and said seriously: "Suddenly, the poem is too prosperous, and I want to make a peerless poem!" What about you? Why did you come back so early today? ”

"Aren't you going to invite your aunt and uncle to dinner today? I'll come back early to help with the cooking! Hu Niu pushed open the courtyard door and walked in, then looked at the chicken at his feet suspiciously and said, "Brother, why haven't you killed the chicken yet?" ”

"Tiger girl, how about we go vegetarian today?" Lin Haoran's face swelled with sadness again, and he proposed.

"Brother, don't you dare to kill chickens?" The tiger girl squinted at him with a bun face, and then said a word.

"Nonsense! I want to keep the chickens and eggs, the eggs and the chickens, endlessly, and bless future generations! Lin Haoran's chin raised slightly, and he reprimanded seriously.

"That's a rooster!" Tiger Niu reminded helplessly, then turned around and walked into the house.

Lin Haoran looked down, and suddenly felt an urge to help it change sex.

After a while, Hu Niu walked out with a porcelain bowl, picked up the kitchen knife stuck in the dirt, and asked Lin Haoran to help catch the chicken. She neatly wiped the chicken neck with a kitchen knife, letting the chicken's blood drip into the bowl, and saw that he was about to let go, and hurriedly reminded him to hold it firmly.

Lin Haoran closed his eyes and didn't know how long it took, when he heard a "okay" sound, he hurriedly threw the chicken away. looked at the ground again, pecked him for an afternoon's rooster, and at this time it was already lying on the ground, and couldn't help but look at the tiger girl with adoration.

The tiger girl killed the chicken, and soon gave water and plucked the chicken feathers.

Lin Haoran no longer had fear, so he helped her to start and pluck chicken feathers together. Sometimes he is very frustrated, and many things are not as good as this little girl.

"Tiger girl, what's going on over there in the barn?" Lin Haoran lifted a chicken leg and plucked the chicken feathers on it.

Hu Niu wiped the sweat on her forehead with her sleeve, looked at him angrily and asked, "Brother, do you know what the bridge connecting our village to Jiangcun is called?" ”

"Pingyang Bridge!" Lin Haoran noticed this, and knew that the bridge was funded by Jiangcun, which had to be praised by Jiangcun, and the bridge was undoubtedly convenient for the people of Changlin Village.

"It turns out that Jiangcun is uneasy and kind! That bridge is facing the top of Crouching Tiger Mountain, where our ancestral grave happens, so let's be bullied by dogs! The tiger girl pulled the chicken feathers angrily and talked about the cause of the incident.

Lin Haoran reminded: "It's the tiger who fell into Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, right?" ”

"Yes, that's it! Our ancestral grave originally said that it would produce champions, but they did it like this, and our village couldn't even produce children for decades! Tiger Niu nodded heavily, and then shook off the chicken feathers from her hands.

"So what are you going to do?" Lin Haoran carefully handled the hair on the chicken's head and continued to ask curiously.

"Many people say it's going to burn, but I don't think it's that easy, Jiang Cun is afraid that he won't let it!" The tiger girl flicked the chicken feathers neatly, but her mouth did not stop: "You don't know!" When Jiangcun first moved here, he took a fancy to our feng shui treasure land, but our village didn't let it, so they were buried opposite Wohu Mountain, I heard that it was a general's feng shui treasure land, not as good as ours! ”

Lin Haoran naturally didn't believe in these things, if Feng Shui was really so good, Changlin Village would have been developed a long time ago, and it would definitely not be as poor and backward as it is now, and even few families could afford oil lamps.

It's just that he can't prevent others from believing that after all, this is an ignorant feudal era, and Feng Shui does seem to be very respectful.

After the sumptuous meal was cooked, Lin Haoran asked Hu Niu to invite the second elder to come over, but only to see the eldest lady coming, it turned out that the old patriarch had not come back when he went to Lizheng's house.

The eldest lady walked into the house, as if she was returning to her own home, and began to look around. was full of praise for the newly added mirror platform, saying that Lin Haoran had become sensible. "Uncle is here!" The tiger girl's little short legs crossed the threshold and ran in happily and said.

Lin Haoran opened the jar of wine, poured wine into the bowl, and planned to follow the old patriarch to drink a good jar. I learned from Hu Niu that the old patriarch has taken good care of his family over the years and often helps their brothers and sisters.

The old patriarch walked in, but his face was gloomy, as if someone owed him a few hundred taels and didn't pay it back.

Lin Haoran stared at the tense face with a slight puzzlement, but the eldest lady directly accused with dissatisfaction: "Who are you showing with a straight face!" ”

Cuckoo......

The old patriarch walked straight to the table of the Eight Immortals and sat down, picked up the wine bowl and drank it with his head up, wiped his mouth and said angrily: "It's just too deceitful!" It's just that the conscription is endless, and this tax is going to cramp and suck the marrow, and it is clearly to force us to go to the sea! ”

"You drank too much horse urine, what nonsense?" The eldest lady scolded angrily again.

The old patriarch stared red, pointed outside and said loudly, "I'm! Do you know what Li Zheng said just now, saying that all the fields in the name of our Changlin Village have been changed to Shangtian, and the increase in consumption will be doubled, isn't this trying to force us to death? ”

Lin Haoran gently peeled a peanut and observed the old patriarch's expression, this matter seemed to be quite serious.

"It's all changed to Ueda, then our village can't get by!" The eldest lady sighed, and seemed to be full of anger.

Hu Niu helped the eldest lady to eat, and interjected on the side: "Then let's go to the county uncle to comment!" Many fields on the side of Wohu Mountain are under the fields, and there is not much grain produced at all! ”

Lin Haoran found that the old patriarch turned his head to look at him, so he said with a wry smile: "I can help find it, but you can't have too much hope, I have met with the county master in the examination room a few times, and I am not very familiar!" Can you tell me why our village suddenly has to raise taxes? ”

"If someone subtracts, someone has to add it!" The old patriarch's anger disappeared a lot, so he took the initiative to pick up the chopsticks.

"Who minus?" Lin Haoran asked.

"Jiangcun produced a person the year before last, and he has received preferential treatment over the years!" The old patriarch sighed and told the truth.

Hu Niu came over with a rice bowl and said angrily: "The ants in their village have grown fat, and they are embarrassed to lose weight!" ”

"After this tax increase, will the village be very serious?" Lin Haoran poured wine for the old patriarch again and asked seriously.

"Our Changlin Village has not much land production, according to the current standard of grain collection, we can't survive the autumn grain by relying on summer grain, even if we survive, the autumn grain will definitely not survive the summer grain!" The old patriarch took a big sip of the wine bowl and said sadly.