What is the name of the current emperor of Dagan? What does the emperor look like? Who are the civil and military officials? The people of Qingniu Town don't know about these, or most of the people of Dagan know nothing about them. Although they live in Dagan and are part of the same human race. But. For the townspeople of Qingniu Town, the highest-ranking people they usually come into contact with are only tax collectors who collect taxes and officials who arrest people. Life is gray and has never been bright. The future is chaotic and has never been sober. In their own muddled state.
Many people don't even know what crime they have committed, but they are labeled as "criminals" and forced to come to the border from the thirteen states of Dagan. But even if they come to the border and come to Qingniu Town, they still have to pay taxes. The people of Qingniu Town don't think it's strange. They have lived on the land of Dagan for generations. They always think that paying taxes is a matter of course, and they are willing to do so, and they are proud of it, and they think that they have contributed to the prosperity of Dagan. It's just now. It has reached its limit. The demon tides and the increasing taxes year after year. It crushed people's backs and made it difficult for them to stand up straight. "My lord, please..." "We really don't have a grain of food..." At the entrance of Qingniu Town. The sparse townspeople looked terrified and asked the tax collectors on horseback with great caution to waive the tax this time. The turbid eyes revealed hope. The dry palms trembled and merged. However, the tax collector who was riding on the Qinglin horse, with his back to the sun, looked particularly tall and arrogant. He snorted coldly and slammed the whip in his hand to the ground. "Snap!" Very crisp and loud.
The whip made the sand and gravel fly and break, and brought out the fear in people's hearts. "A bunch of lowly people, the court has allowed you to live, which is already a great favor!" The tax collector pulled the reins and cursed badly. "Pigs", "thieves from the court", "despicable slaves who waste food", "pay taxes even if you starve to death". He cursed fiercely, but the pale and skinny people did not dare to refute, but just stood there begging for mercy. "But, but, we really have no food..." "Next year, next year we will make up for it!" Hungry. Very hungry. Under the fierceness of the tax collectors, the people of Qingniu Town shrank back in fear, but what overwhelmed the fear was the weakness and hunger from deep in their bodies. All the edible things in Qingniu Town. Whether it was food, livestock, or even weeds on the side of the road. They had already gone into people's stomachs. How could they take it out, how could they create something out of nothing, and pay enough food to the tax collectors? In the sun, the people begging for mercy were densely packed, they gathered together, ragged, and looked quite pitiful. Gradually. An old man wanted to kneel down and beg. But before that, a pair of hands supported the old man first. "Grandma, get up." Xu Xi's voice was the same as before, like a warm spring breeze, and it was gentle to the ears. But under that gentleness, the flame that had been hidden for a long time finally stopped hiding, rising fiercely and burning wantonly. "No, no, no." The old woman shook her head desperately. She wanted to kneel down, she wanted to beg the tax collector for mercy, begging the tax collector to spare Qingniu Town this year, which was the only way she knew to survive. However. When the old woman turned her eyes back to the tax collector. She saw an extremely shocking scene. The tax collector, who was riding on a fierce horse, taller and more majestic than everyone else. He was hit hard to the ground by Xu Xi's casual punch, and rolled over ten times in a row.
The tax collector cursed. The tax collector roared. But at this time. The atmosphere at the scene was inexplicably quiet. "Xi, brother Xi, how could you..." The old woman held Xu Xi's hand tightly, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start. She looked at the tax collector blankly. For the first time, I realized that the tax collector who fell off his horse was not tall. He was the same height as the people in Qingniu Town, and even looked a little shorter because of his overweight body. For the first time, I realized that the tax collector covered in dust did not look scary at all. So. So we. Are we the same... The scene in front of them confused the people of Qingniu Town. They didn't know what to do, whether to help the tax collector up or blame Xu Xi. Was Xu Xi wrong? It's impossible. How could Xu Xi, who has always protected Qingniu Town, be wrong? So, is the tax collector wrong? This bold idea shocked people and rejected it instantly. The tax collector represented Da Gan. How could Da Gan... be... wrong... People hesitated. Finally, a man walked out of the crowd and wanted to help the fallen tax collector up. But as soon as he came up to him, he was scolded by the tax collector. "Untouchables, lawless, absolutely lawless!" "Do you still have the law in your eyes!" "Untouchables are untouchables, and the children they give birth to will only be untouchables. You damned guys, wait to be killed by the demons!" The tax collector cursed so badly. The sharp and piercing voice made the Qinglin horse neigh. At first, the people in Qingniu Town still felt guilty, thinking that it was their fault for not being able to pay taxes, and it was an unforgivable sin. But as the tax collector's insults increased. Especially when talking about family members, some people's faces become ugly.
"No, you're not allowed!" "Call my mother!!!" Someone broke out, and it was the man who was going to help the tax collector, A Niu, who was tanned and usually looked stupid. His eyes were red with anger and his body was shaking. He clenched his fist and wanted to hit the tax collector. But he still dared not take action. "Untouchable, you don't have the courage to do so. Attacking an official is a serious crime. Can you afford this crime?" The tax collector sitting on the ground made a sarcastic voice. Like a noisy drake, it quacks and mocks A Niu. A Niu's movements stopped abruptly. He remained silent and slowly retracted his fist. But at this time, Xu Xi walked up to A Niu, held A Niu's wrist, and stretched it forward again. "Brother Xu?" "It's okay, Aniu, just do whatever you want." "But, but, I can't do this..." A Niu stammered. I want to explain to Xu Xi what serious consequences there will be if an official in Daqian is attacked. How can the people fight against the officials? yes. The people cannot defeat an official, even a petty official. Xu Xi shook his head and asked A Niu and everyone present: "A Niu, are you hungry?" "Hungry!" Aniu answered quickly. "Want to eat, sweet white rice?" "I want to eat!" Aniu still answered quickly. "Then, punch out," Xu Xi said. His ethereal voice seemed to come from the sky, bringing echoes of waking up from a dream. "A Niu, he is not nobler than you. He makes you hungry, so you You can hit him."