After the system ran, I took off with my family

"Bang, bang, bang..." A series of rapid knocks on the door interrupted Lin Dahai's thoughts.

Lin Shugui had already gone to open the door, and the person who came in was the village chief Lin Dayong, followed by a large group of villagers.

Lin Dayong entered the yard and asked Lin Shugui anxiously: "Shugui, where is your grandfather? What happened in your family?"

Lin Shugui stammered, "Grandpa is in the room..."

Lin Dayong looked at Lin Shugui who couldn't even fart for a long time, then turned around and went into the main room.

At this time, Lin Dahai's hoarse voice came from the main room: "Dayong, don't come in."

"Da Hai, what's wrong with you? What happened in your family? I heard that Jin Bao..."

Before the village chief could finish his words, Lin Dahai interrupted him anxiously, "It's nothing, Jin Bao didn't kill anyone, it was my old woman who died of illness, and my little granddaughter was ignorant and misunderstood!"

The village chief and the villagers in the courtyard were extremely surprised to hear that Luo had died of illness.

"Dahai, what's wrong with Mrs. Luo? How come he was fine but suddenly..." The village chief was puzzled.

After a while, Lin Dahai's vague voice came from the dark room: "It's smallpox..."

As soon as the voice fell, the crowd exploded, "Oh... smallpox..."

No one cared to watch the fun anymore and ran out in a panic.

Lin Dayong couldn't help but take a few steps back and asked stutteringly, "So has anyone in your family been infected?"

Lin Dahai looked at his youngest son who was still lying on the ground in a daze, and said leisurely, "Jinbao was infected, but the others were not.

Dayong, please go back. I will take good care of Jinbao and his family and ask them not to go out during this period and cause you no trouble. "

Upon hearing this, Lin Dayong didn't say anything. He gave a few instructions and went back. As soon as he got home, his wife Li asked him to take a bath.

Different from the chaotic Lin Dahai's home, Lin Shuyue's home is peaceful and harmonious, and time flies by as they practice martial arts diligently.

Six months later, in the western mountains of Yunhua Mountain.

A clear and cheerful voice rang out in the forest: "Big brother, second brother, I won again, you guys will wash the dishes tomorrow, haha..."

I saw a graceful young girl in a green coarse cloth dress looking at the two tall young men in front of her with a smile. They were Lin Shuyue, Lin Shuyuan and Lin Shuyan.

Lin Shuyan was very annoyed: "Sister, we are all practicing martial arts in the same way.

Why is it that you are better than us after practicing? No, let’s compete again next time.”

Lin Shuyuan looked at Lin Shuyue innocently, not feeling embarrassed at all.

"Let's go, it's time to go home for lunch."

Lin Shuyue picked up the pheasants and rabbits on the ground and called her two brothers.

She jumped lightly, stood on the branch and winked mischievously at her two brothers on the ground.

Then she tapped her toes and flew as lightly as a butterfly to a branch a few meters away.

In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared from the sight of Lin Shuyuan and his brother.

Lin Shuyuan and Lin Shuyan looked at each other helplessly and smiled. Not only was their sister's swordsmanship so good, her lightness skills were also better than theirs.

Then, the two of them, not wanting to be outdone, used their lightness skills to fly towards home.

In the kitchen, Li had put the dishes on the table and was about to go out and call the children back for dinner.

Then I heard my daughter's laughter and the angry voices of my two sons.

She lowered her head and smiled, then said to Lin An, "These two kids must have lost to Xiaoya again."

"Dad, after dinner, take some eggs and go to Dashuan's house. We are from the same village after all."

Li picked up an eggplant with chopsticks and said to Lin An.

Lin An felt a little upset when he heard her words. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and sighed: "The lives of ordinary people like us are becoming less and less hopeful.

I heard that people died in several villages near our town because they couldn’t pay the autumn tax and couldn’t afford the tax silver, so the soldiers forced them to hit their heads against the wall and commit suicide…”

It turned out that there had been no rain for half a year since the end of April, and the crops in the fields were growing worse than in previous years due to lack of water.

Although the villagers get up early and work late every day to fetch water from the river to irrigate the crops, the speed of watering is still slower than the speed of drying up. The sun at the end of May is already as hot as summer.

During the autumn harvest last month, many men shed tears silently as they looked at the withered crops in the fields.

The bad news was far more than that. The former Lord Qin of Yufeng County had been promoted and returned to the capital.

The newcomer is a fat and big-eared Mr. Luo.

When Mr. Luo took office, it happened to be the autumn harvest.

The autumn tax was increased from one dou of grain per mu of land to five dou of grain per mu of land. If the tax grain was not enough, silver had to be used to pay it off.

The yields of crops in the Zhou Dynasty, whether wheat or rice, were very low.

The yield of wheat per mu is about 150 kilograms, and sorghum is extremely drought-resistant, with a yield of about 200 kilograms per mu.

If we follow Lord Luo's suggestion, then one acre of land will have to pay 65 kilograms of tax.

Most of the people only have seven or eight acres of land at home. After paying taxes, they have to tighten their belts and eat wild vegetables to eat the remaining food until the summer harvest of the next year, and then eat the food from the summer harvest until the autumn harvest.

The lack of rainfall this year has already caused a significant reduction in grain production, and now the tax grain is going to be increased. When the news came, there was a lot of sighs in Yufeng County.

What is even more hateful is the officers and soldiers who come to the village to collect taxes. When Lord Qin was in office, although those yamen runners had a bad attitude, they would not fight.

Now they not only fight, but if the taxes are not enough, they will hurt people with knives at will, and threaten the people with throwing them into jail, completely ignoring the people's pleas, thus forcing many honest people to death.

Luo Dashuan’s mother is one of them.

Seven days ago, when she saw the soldiers about to arrest Luo Dashuan, she screamed miserably and hit the wall. By the time the villagers around her reacted, she was already dead.

In the end, the village chief begged the soldiers in a gentle voice to spare Luo Dashuan, and he also paid the tax out of his own pocket to help Luo Dashuan pay the tax.

However, the village chief's kindness was not rewarded, as Luo Dashuan's family was not the only one in the village who could not pay taxes.

Seeing that the village chief was soft-hearted, those people with evil intentions dragged their children to their knees and begged him to lend them money to pay their taxes.

In the end, the village chief ended the farce by lending out ten taels of silver, and his wife, Li, ignored her husband for several days.

Lin Shuyue's family also paid two taels of silver as tax.

In the Zhou Dynasty, even if one did not own any land, one still had to pay grain tax.

The Lin family is not short of money now, so all the money was paid in silver. Lin An waited until the villagers had paid their taxes before handing over the tax silver.

In the past six months, Lin An would occasionally go to the town to buy some oil, salt, needles and thread, and spent the rest of the time practicing martial arts.

The food and vegetables for the family were all taken out by Lin Shuyue from the space. She used the excuse that it was given by her master. With the irrigation of the spiritual spring water,

She has harvested several crops of fruits, vegetables, rice and wheat in her space.

Moreover, they practiced in the mountains every day, and the inner mountains had become their back garden.

Every day after practicing, he would bring back some prey, and the leftovers would be made into jerky by Li.

When she had free time, she would steam some buns, which Lin Shuyue would collect to eat while fleeing the famine.

Because of their martial arts practice, the Lin family always had meat on the dinner table every day, especially for the two boys, Lin Shuyuan, who always felt unfulfilled without meat.

After dinner, Lin An took a few eggs and went to Luo Dashuan’s house.

Luo Dashuan, his wife and son were having lunch. When they saw Lin An coming, they quickly stood up and invited him to the table.

Lin An glanced at the coarse grain porridge on the table that was as thin as water.

He waved his hand, signaling him to be polite, gave the eggs to Luo Dashuan, comforted him with a few words, and then left.

Luo Dashuan looked at Lin An's back, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.