Chapter 46 If you can't beat mortals, you can't beat you?
Chapter 46: You can’t beat a mortal, but you can’t beat me?
"Those fields are not the property of wealthy households, and the tenant farmers farm them on their behalf, but a 50-50 split is already very good." The landowner felt strange and didn't know why Qiu Ping seemed to have such a big reaction.
"Then why don't the tenants have their own fields? Are they hardworking?" Qiu Ping continued to ask.
"Then...are they working diligently? No...the reason is very complicated." Tu Tugong was speechless for a moment, and even dodgeed and panicked when Qiu Ping asked.
Seeing that Qiu Ping did not shut up, Tu Tu Gong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He had just inexplicably felt a sense of oppression from the little loach's body, making him gasp for air.
The composition of those outsiders was very complicated. In addition to the servants and government servants of wealthy families, there was actually a middle-aged monk who looked a bit nondescript.
"The young man is strong and Li Huo is prosperous. He cultivates 18 acres of paddy fields, and the grain due is 27 dan. Let's weigh it." A servant of a wealthy family flipped through the book and read loudly.
After that, Li Zheng arranged for people to fill the dendrobium barrels with so much grain that it overflowed. The rice poured into the dendrobium barrels and formed a sharp point, like a pagoda.
After the weighing is completed, it’s time to bag.
But I saw a government official take a few steps to run, and then he flew up and kicked Houtong.
A lot of grain was spilled out of the originally towering rice paddy in an instant, and a lot of grain sank into the dendrobium barrels.
When all the farmers saw that scene, they felt as if they were kicked in the heart, but they did not dare to get angry or speak.
But those who came with him laughed loudly and praised that his kick was so proficient that ordinary people could not kick that many times.
"What does that mean?" Qiu Ping expressed confusion. Maybe the yamen servant was mentally ill. What was he doing with that kick?
"This is... the Linjian kicking. When weighing, the grains are loaded high. After weighing, they are kicked again to kick out some grains. The kicked out grains are used as government losses, and so on.
The land was weighed again, so the tenants were asked to go back and replenish the missing grain." The landowner explained in a low voice.
This had happened for a long time and he was used to it.
But the bright moon was facing Qiu Ping, and he felt guilty for no reason.
"Is there such a thing? If every grain is kicked in the face, then the villagers' final demand for grain will be much higher than the original distribution demand, which would be too bullying." Qiu Ping was shocked when he heard this.
I was shocked by the sexy operation.
"The government also needs to transport food to the treasury. There will be losses after all. This...this matter is also common sense...These are not human affairs. If the dynasty does not impose excessive expropriation, heaven will punish it." Neither does the Lord of the Land.
He knew what he was talking about, kept his mouth shut and was confused, and in the end he even seemed to be pleading.
"How will heaven punish him? Will he bring disaster to the east? Will he cause chaos in the four seasons? ... Then who will be punished? Is it the high-ranking officials in the dynasty, or the lowest common people?"
Qiu Ping looked at Tu Tu Gong and asked seriously.
"Hush, be careful! People who believe in Shintoism should not make unreasonable opinions." The Earth God's face changed, and his heart was beating wildly.
That little loach is too bold.
"Those things have always been like this. He can just do his own special things." He was worried that Qiu Ping was young and energetic, so he said something long-winded.
Qiu Ping was silent for a long time, and then he sighed quietly.
"This has always been the case, is it wrong?"
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I kept going until the sun was almost setting, and then all the food was weighed and bagged.
The grain was loaded on the village carts and wheelbarrows, and had to be pushed out of the city by the young men in the village.
"Everyone, be quiet. He will introduce something to you on behalf of his master. Master Fu Jinghai comes from the Luohan Zen Monastery in Huangzhongshan. Half of the paddy fields in Huang'ao Village have been donated to the Zen Monastery by his master. From now on, everyone will pay the rent.
So I begged to hand it over to that master."
Seeing that the bags were ready, a servant of a wealthy family patted his leg and introduced it to everyone enthusiastically.
The middle-aged monk always had a calm smile on his face. When he saw everyone looking at him, he put his legs together and bowed.
Everyone didn't react at all to this. They just changed their owners, and they were not given a rent reduction or exemption, so there was nothing to worry about.
"Okay, master, let's go now." Seeing the attitude of everyone, the servant felt that he was not happy with it. Seeing that it was getting late, he pulled everyone to ask for payment.
"Please wait a moment. When he entered the village, he saw a temple for gods in the village. He wanted to worship." The monk took out his alms bowl, filled a grain bag on the side, and then came to the village.
The head of the land temple.
"The young monk is Jinghai of Luohan Zen Temple. He worships the righteous god of Fude in Huang'ao Village. I have some new rice, which I would like to ask the righteous god to use." Ru Ming is outside the scope of the human dynasty. Shinto power is huge, and Buddhism cannot get involved. Ru Ming wants to ask for help in the long run.
Since we are promoting Buddhism within Ningxian County, we naturally want to have good relations with the local people there.
The Earth God stood in front of the temple, took a deep breath, and drank all the essence of the food in the alms bowl.
If someone uses that rice to cook again, it will taste like wax and will be difficult to swallow.
The monk had a certain level of cultivation, so he could be regarded as a practicing practitioner. The sacrifices he offered were considered to be of high quality even for the little gods in the countryside.
After Jinghai worshiped, he poured the rice onto the altar table in front of the Tutu Temple, then swam a bowl of rice and walked to the ancient well.
Qiuping's rank was lower than that of the earth god Qiu, and he did not have a formal place of worship, so he used a few bricks and stones to press a piece of yellow paper with his god's name on it, and used it as a shrine.
"Jinghai has seen the Well God, and offered those new rice to the Well God." In comparison, the Well God's emphasis on seeking is much inferior to that of the God of the Land, and his treatment in all aspects is also shabby.
Although he still performed worship services, his etiquette was no longer so thorough.
After reciting some words, he poured some rice in front of the ancient well and waited for the well god to suck it.
Bu Nao, there was no movement in the ancient well, and no gods came to collect the essence of the rice.
Jinghai was a little confused, so he raised his voice a little louder and said, "I'll give some new rice to the Well God. I'd like to invite the Well God to enjoy it."
But after shouting, there was still no movement in the ancient well.
"A little..." Just as he was about to amplify his voice a little more, he saw strong winds sweeping around him out of thin air, and thick mist rising from the ancient well.
Monk Jinghai was shocked and wanted to take a step back.
But he saw a huge dragon-like monster emerging from the mist. It was dozens of feet long, with hideous scales. Its eyes were like flames spitting out, and there were sharp teeth between its open and closed mouth. Look at it.
It was extremely scary to go. There was a faint mist all around, and everything seemed illusory and illusory, uncertain in light and dimness.
"boom."
The monster's tail hit Monk Jinghai, sending him flying straight away.
A gust of wind blew up, and the rice on the ground flew away, scattering all over the monk.
"You call me Mom, I'm the most annoying monk in my life, so get out!"
He can't beat a mortal, but he can't beat me?
If a monk doesn't recite sutras well, he dares to imitate others in collecting rent?