"This offering costs a lot, and we simply can't afford it. Hurry up..." "Run?"
There are Yin family forts everywhere within a hundred miles, where else can they go?"
Du Jianian patted his wife's hands and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, I will go out and explain the difficulties, they will understand."
"You..." "Okay, okay."
Du Jianian put on his clothes and walked out of the room. He turned around and said, "Go and ask the little girl at home to hide her. Don't show her face."
The words just fell.
The thin door fell to the ground without being beaten, throwing out a large cloud of dust.
Then seven or eight burly men filed in, making the small courtyard even more cramped. Their aura did not look like that of a tax collector, but more like that of a bandit robbing homes.
"Deacon Wang, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"
Du Jianian was all smiles.
"Stop doing this!"
When Manager Wang entered the door, he overturned the stone table first and said fiercely: "Pay taxes! There are also offerings!"
"Dujiagou should pay a hundred taels of silver, ten jins of peach blossom honey, and five servants to the Yin family's mountain gate this month!"
These words have come out.
Du Jianian seemed to have suddenly aged ten years, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper.
"so much?
Deacon Wang, you see, Dujiagou was hit hard by the disaster the year before last, and there was no harvest, and most of the village was lost when people fled the famine."
"Can you be kind and accommodating?
Reduce the offerings?
I, Dujiagou, really can’t take it out!”
"Great Mercy?"
The corner of Deacon Wang's mouth raised a cruel arc, and he drew out the ghost-headed sword and placed it in front of Du Jianian: "If you stick out your tongue and lick the blade without crying out in pain, it's not impossible to be accommodating."
"This..." "Is it useless to give you a chance?"
That’s not my fault.”
"good!"
A fierce look flashed in Du Jianian's eyes, and he reached out to hold the big knife.
But suddenly a strong voice shouted from behind: "Why do you have to do this, old man?
I will help you pay for the silver needed for the offering."
"How much?"
Chen Tian didn't care at all about the ghost-headed sword flashing in the cold light, and calmly said to Deacon Wang: "You have been careful, but you can't go back on your word."
"Hey, the young master from which family came out to have fun in the middle of the night?"
Although Deacon Wang saw that Chen Tian was very arrogant and not a vulgar person, he felt that Chen Tian was very faceless and did not restrain his arrogant tone much.
He shook the collar embroidered with the Yin family emblem and stretched out five fingers: "Five thousand taels of silver! As long as you dare to give it! We will leave immediately!"
"This is nine thousand taels. If you have more, I will reward you."
Chen Tian didn't want to scare Du Jianian. If he casually killed these lackeys of the Yin family, his identity would definitely be exposed.
What's more, what's the use of killing these people?
After she left, the Yin family still had to send tax collectors to urge Du Jianian, and even vent their anger on him.
Chen Tian has never been a person who kills recklessly. After his enlightenment just now, he also understood that force is not the only way to solve troubles.
The rushing silver poured out from his Xumi Kui dragon pattern and instantly filled the courtyard.
Deacon Wang's pupils shrank suddenly. He had never seen him with such money in his life, and he almost stared out of his eyes.
"Is that enough?"
"Young Master's pride!"
"Get out."
“May I ask the young master’s surname?”
"Chentian."
"Oh, thank you very much, Mr. Chen..." Deacon Wang thanked him casually, but when he heard this thunderous name, he was frightened and his face turned pale.
He knocked down the spiritual weapon ship with one blow and casually severely wounded Chen Tian, who was in charge of the Yin family! Why did that God of Death suddenly come here?
And he got fucked up by me! No wonder the extraordinary strong man who couldn't see through his strength just now, and his life was in dire straits, was the only one who could see through it! Deacon Wang's cold sweat dripped down, and his temples were soaked in the blink of an eye, as if he had just seen through it! Climb out of the water.
But just when he didn't know how to respond, the boy next to him suddenly shouted: "Hey boy!"
"My eldest brother thanks you, why don't you return the favor?"
Deacon Wang was shocked, and the paleness on his face instantly added a touch of deathly ashes. He now felt like strangling his little brother to death.
"oh?
Return gift?"
"No, no, no! I can't stand it, I can't stand it!"
Deacon Wang's expression was twisted, knowing that the reason why the God of Death was not angry must be because he was concerned about Old Man Du next to him and did not want to reveal his identity.
If you push yourself too far and don't know what's good or bad, you can take away your life with just one impact of your spiritual consciousness! "Young master rewarded me with such money, we should reciprocate the gift!"
"Quick, quick, quick!"
"Line up in a line and kowtow to the young master!"
"Brother, is it inappropriate?
We are the face of the Yin family, how can we kneel down at will?"
The younger brother hesitated.
The rest of the people were also full of doubts. The eldest brother is not like this usually. He just kicks in the door of whose house he wants to kick! Who dares to say a word?
But why are you wilting now and turning pale with fear?
Is it because of the young man in front of me?
But looking at his thin stature and lack of aura, what are you afraid of him doing?
Deacon Wang was shocked and angry when he saw that the younger brother behind him was still refusing to kneel down, but he did not dare to yell in front of Chen Tian.
He could only wink at his younger brother, fearing that this group of losers would get angry again, but when he looked up and saw Chen Tian's playful eyes, he was so frightened that he almost cried.
Damn it! I didn’t look at the almanac when I went out today! I unexpectedly provoked a murderous god inexplicably. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have been able to drag him away! At this time, Tong Ruoran walked out of the room and came to the yard.
"Sir, haven't you finished processing it yet?
Auntie is going to bed, it's not good to be too noisy."
Deacon Wang was dumbfounded when he saw the fur ball in her arms. He was not an ignorant hooligan, he could be considered a monk in the Tianxiao realm.
He had long heard that a giant dragon jumped out of the Yin family's ancestral tomb, and its claws were so sharp that it shattered rocks inch by inch.
Now that Chentian has appeared, and the master of Xianyin Pavilion has also appeared, that furball must be the legendary Qilong! Damn! A god of death is scary enough, and now an ancient mythical beast has appeared! This What’s so magical about the quiet Dujiagou?
To actually attract such a powerful person?
"Tsk, tsk, the little lady is quite beautiful..." However, before the younger brother could finish speaking, Deacon Wang jumped up and slapped the younger brother, making him dizzy.
"What nonsense!"
"Get out of here!"
"Didn't you hear that Auntie is going to bed?"
"roll!"
No matter how stupid the younger brother is, he still knows that the young master in the courtyard is definitely not a fat sheep to be slaughtered. The elder brother probably kicked him onto the iron plate now.
So under the leadership of Deacon Wang, everyone knocked their heads violently and ran out of the courtyard in a noisy manner.
As for the silver in the courtyard, it was not touched at all, and was allowed to pile up in the courtyard, emitting a burst of pearls and treasures.
Du Jianian was still immersed in shock until everyone left.
What's going on?
Why did the originally vicious tax collector suddenly become frightened?
Didn’t that young man Chentian do anything?
How come they were so frightened that they kowtowed and almost broke the floor?
In fact, Du Jianian also thought that Chen Tian might be a monk, but in his impression, monks are a group of high-ranking big shots who don't bother to deal with mud-legged people.
How could someone like Chentian be so approachable and live in a thatched hut?
After much deliberation, Du Jianian came to the conclusion that Chen Tianzhen was really just a drug dealer, but his background was so powerful that he had to suppress the tax collectors who were working for him.