The sound of gongs sounded from the empty village, and the Lu family who heard the sound changed their faces. Last time, the servants captured nearly half of the population in the village amid the sound of gongs. Not long after, they heard the officers outside shouting: "The magistrate has arrived, and each family has come out to see him."

Uncle Lu walked out of the house with a nervous mood. He had been told in advance that the magistrate was not here to arrest people, but to talk to the endless people in the village.

In the north, three bows and nine bows were already the etiquette of Han officials in the Mongolian court for the Mongolian emperors. The current emperor Kublai Khan stipulated that the chiefs in various places must be Mongolians, and Hui and Semu people acted as financial officials. As for those who do things, Han officials were responsible for the roles. Han officials had to bow to the Mongolian emperor three bows and nine bows, and the Han people in the local area had to kneel down to the officials. The Han people were used to this and believed that this was the tradition of the Han people.

Moreover, due to the lack of cultural education, the Han people in the north did not know that this was not the tradition of the Han people. At this time, in the Song Dynasty in the south, the Han people bowed slightly to express their greetings when they saw the Emperor of the Song Dynasty. In the new system, the Han people only had to shake hands with the emperor.

Kneeling on the ground, even the low-high car driver looked tall. As the magistrate, the Mongolians took the car by car. Not long after, people from all families gathered together. Uncle Lu attended the meeting as the patriarch and looked around. The three people who came to participate were the Zheng family, the Kong family, the Lu family, and the other families were all the merchant households who did not participate in applying for relief from the government. The reason why they did not apply for relief was entirely because these people were timid and did not dare to provoke the government. Of course, being able to have such a cognition under the real world is considered a smart person.

When everyone arrived, they heard the officer shouting: "Hello!"

The Zheng family and the Kong family immediately knelt down and kowtowed to the Mongolian magistrate. Uncle Lu originally thought that the Zheng family and the Kong family were marquises of the Han army, and were identities. The status should be above the Mongolian magistrate, so there was no need to kowtow. Unexpectedly, the patriarchs of these two families kowtowed in a regular manner. He also kowtowed obediently with the other families. When they kowtowed on the ground, the Mongolian magistrate sat in a seat, "None of you applied for food from the court. It can be seen that you are all very capable."

The magistrate's Chinese dialect has a strong Mongolian accent, which Uncle Lu could hardly understand. No matter how strange the strange tone he heard this first time, Uncle Lu still heard danger from the words and sentences.

The Mongolian magistrate did not distinguish the expressions of the people kneeling on the ground. The group of people lowered their heads, and their faces were basically in a regular manner, but they could not tell them. The magistrate continued: "Everyone is very capable and will not be short of food. The magistrate came here in person this time to ask you to hand over the food for this year."

"What?" Uncle Lu couldn't help but scream. At this time, he was completely confused. The previous incident proved that the government had no intention of providing relief to the victims. Now the magistrate explained the purpose of this trip more clearly. He was here to collect food. It is now the year of disaster, and everyone did not have enough food to harvest next year, but the magistrate wanted to leave all the only food they have now. How else do you have to live? Of course, if these people still have food in their hands.

"How about it, do you want to hand over the food now?" The magistrate who was sitting steadily on the stool looked down at the Han people kneeling in front of him.

No one dares to speak, let alone speak.

"Why is no one talking? Those with a lot of food don't know what to say? Haha." The magistrate said something he didn't know should be called a joke, a joke or a threat, and then laughed out loud. The Mongolian soldiers next to him also laughed.

No one below said anything. At this time, Uncle Lu only felt a strong pressure and did not dare to say anything. As long as he said something, he would definitely not agree with the magistrate's request.

When he saw that no one was talking, the magistrate said, "You, speak."

Uncle Lu lowered his head, not knowing who the magistrate was talking about. He raised his head a little and saw the Mongolian soldiers next to the magistrate pulling out the whip, taking two steps forward, and whipped the person next to Uncle Lu. Amid the screams of the head of the small portal, the Mongolian soldiers cursed: "Where are you deaf?"

"Ah!" After being whipped like this, the head of the household couldn't help screaming. He saw that he couldn't hide, so he put away the crying sound and begged: "Master, my family really has no food."

After hearing this, the magistrate smiled happily and said, "If you don't have food, then take their whole family to work in the city. Most of them lack the workers."

After ordering, the Mongolian soldiers immediately set up the head of the family and dragged him to his house. Seeing that the head of the family was still tossing, the Mongolian soldiers cursed angrily: "Go honestly, kill you with a knife!"

After a moment, the pleaded household head was dragged away. The magistrate continued to ask, "Do you have any food at home?"

It was silent again, silent. Just when Uncle Lu felt that the Mongolian magistrate was going to name again, he heard the head of the Zheng family say, "We have food in our family, and we will hand it over now."

"Hmph! You're tactful." The magistrate replied. Then he said to the others: "Where are the others!"

At this time, Uncle Lu didn't dare to wait any longer. He had made up his mind to not be taken away. Since he could not escape, he spoke, "My family also has food, so I'll hand it over now."

With such a break, other families had to accept it and hand over the food.

"You collect grain from house to house according to the list." The Mongolian magistrate ordered the servant next to him.

People had to part with them, and Uncle Lu walked towards his family in a desperate situation. Although the Mongolian people's disaster year continued to collect full grain taxes in full, it did not surprise Uncle Lu. Seeing yesterday's arrest, Uncle Lu would not be easily surprised by any actions taken by the Mongolian government.

After walking for a while, Uncle Lu heard a faint pleading sound. When he turned his head, he saw that the family knelt down directly for the Zheng family. The pleading sound only came from the clip, but the family begged the Zheng family to lend food to his family so that his family could overcome this difficulty.

Uncle Lu felt sad, and he didn't care about the end. He now regretted that he had made the decision to escape from the south of the Yellow River. If Uncle Lu's family ran to the south, and people would do whatever they wanted to do in an empty home. Compared with the food they had to pay now, the possible losses would be of no importance.

Fortunately, there was the remaining grain collected from the field and the food given by his nephew Lu Erlang in the south. He finally barely collected enough food that he should pay. The men in the Lu family knew that they could not escape, either ashes or cry silently. However, when the women thought of handing over the grain, they immediately had no food, and some people couldn't help but throw them into the sack of food that had been put in the food. The men were afraid that the servants and Mongolian soldiers would take the opportunity to take action, and dragged the woman back into the house.

The bags of grain were opened, and the servant carefully saw that it was all grain, and there was no wheat straw mixed in it. Then he began to weigh it. Uncle Lu watched them pile up the wheat metering buckets. He gritted his teeth and took out some money from his close pocket, and handed it to the servant with a smile.

The officer was looking at Uncle Lu with his eyes squinted. Seeing that he was so sensible, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed the money in his hand. After looking at it one by one, he said dissatisfiedly: "That's the only one?"

Uncle Lu was so heartbroken that he could only take out another one, and handed it to the officer with trembling hands. The officer grabbed it and saw that it was Zhang Liangbaiwen’s money. Then he said arrogantly: “Will it be fine to take it out earlier? We are all rules, so how could we ask for it so much!”

Listening to the officer's scolding, Uncle Lu's tears almost flowed out. He nodded and bowed to try his best to accompany his smile. The leader's opponent said, "Just look at it."

With the order, the officers weighed them quickly. Seeing that the total number was almost the same, they put away the grain bags and pulled the cart to the houses below.

The people of the Lu family each burst into tears, but they could only do this. Not long after, they heard another servant in front of the house shouting angrily: "What are you getting? You lack so much food, and you dare to deceive us. What a courage."

The shouting and scolding didn't stop, and the officer started punching and kicking the family, beating and scolding.

Uncle Lu quickly asked his family to go home. Watching the fun at this time is the stupidest choice.

Most of the hour later, the servants outside shouted again: "Mr. Magistrate, please come over again and sign the food collection form."

When everyone gathered together again, they saw that the heads of the small doors were all bruised and swollen, and their noses were broken. After the few kowtowed this time, the Mongolian magistrate smiled and asked them to get up, and even gave them a few of them a bench.

After everyone sat down, the Mongolian magistrate said, "You are all subjects of the Yuan Dynasty and local tyrants. Everyone knows how bad this locust plague is. The court suffered a disaster and the management is extremely tight. Everyone talks about loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. This is the time for you to be loyal to the emperor and patriotism. The quota set by the court for our county is fifty silver coins of disaster relief. The magistrate thinks that there are so many wealthy households in our village, and five ingots will be able to be taken out. Everyone has to discuss how much each family can get."

Uncle Lu only felt that he was about to faint at this time. He thought that all the food was plundered should be the end, but he did not expect that the Mongolian magistrate would still have to plunder money. The Zhongtong Yuan ingots exchange money was calculated according to the monarchy, which was always equal to one tael of silver. There was also a unit of "ingots" above the monarchy. One ingot refers to a monarchy, and one ingot is fifty taels of silver. Five ingots are two hundred and fifty taels of silver, which is two hundred and fifty taels of silver.

It was still very hot at this time, and Uncle Lu felt cold all over and could only look up at Dad Kong with trembling trembling. However, he saw that Dad Kong also had a pale face and a gray beard trembling. He was obviously speechless.

"Mr. I really didn't pay the money like this." The head of the Zheng family spoke.

"How come you didn't have so much money to pay?"

"Master, now we have so much money in hand. Even if we have it, we have to wait for us to sell our property."

"Haha." The magistrate said cheerfully: "I said you have it, you have it. Or let's make a bet and I'll send troops to your house to find it. If I can't find five ingots, I'll find you five ingots."

Uncle Lu was so scared that he had fought with his teeth when he asked the Mongolians to enter the house, he would probably have to steal all of them.

The head of the Zheng family laughed and said, "It's better to do this than a magistrate. It's not easy for everyone to come here. We offer you ten-strong tea money to the master, which is great."

"Tiguan? Are you sending the beggar? What can Shiguan drink?" The Mongolian magistrate responded angrily.

"What does the magistrate think fit?" The head of the Zheng family bargained.

Everyone went from five ingots to twenty guan. Finally, a tug-of-war broke out between thirty guan and thirty-five guan. The Mongolian magistrate was also completely angered by the insistence of the head of the Zheng family. He shouted: "You Han people are just unhappy. If you have less than thirty-five guan, I will kill you to your house."

After obtaining the confirmed number, the head of the Zheng family turned around and said to Mr. Kong, "Old Confucius, it's better to spend half of our family and pay the money."

Dad Kong closed his mouth tightly and kept shaking his head. It seemed that he could escape the disaster without saying anything. Seeing that Dad Kong was still unwilling to speak, the head of the Zheng family sighed and ordered his family to return home. Soon after, he retrieved 17 silos and 500 cents of money and handed it to the Mongolian magistrate. Then the head of the Zheng family turned around and left.

Although Uncle Lu was extremely dissatisfied with the Zheng family, he felt that the Zheng family was doing well in this matter. If he didn't give money at this time, it would probably be impossible to get over it. Now it is just a little wealth. If the Mongolian soldiers kill people, these 17 silos and 500 s are not enough for a person's life.

Seeing that Mr. Kong insisted on not paying the money, the Mongolian magistrate didn't say much. He ordered: "Tie this old thing away. Tell their family members and take a ingot to redeem the people."

After hearing this, Mr. Kong couldn't help but beg. However, the Mongolian magistrate ignored Mr. Kong's willingness to discuss his plea to pay the money, and left with his people with food.

On the way back, the Mongolian magistrate was in a good mood. Mr. Kong shouted for a while, which made people irritated. The officers put the grass into his mouth and tied his mouth with a cloth strip to calm the team down.

Most people have always lacked craftsmen. Now, they have arrested thousands of households according to the orders of the court. They will definitely receive commendations after being sent to Dadu. In such a disaster year, they collected food and made a great contribution. As for the money for disaster relief, they were compiled by the magistrate. The head of the Zheng family knew what it was and knew that it was the money for tea and water for the magistrate. With this money, the magistrate made a small fortune.

For ordinary people, the disaster year is hard. With the experience of the magistrate, the disaster year may not be a bad thing for him. In the good year, the imperial court cares very much about the food collected, and many things are not easy to take action. In such a disaster year, the imperial court cares only whether the magistrate can guarantee that there will be no trouble in the county. Things that are not convenient to do in the good year are very convenient to do. For example, he originally had a crush on a daughter and could discuss buying them. Among these victims, there should be women with good looks, and the magistrate is planning to find them and buy them.
Chapter completed!