Mortal Immortal Palace

Zhou Qing's anger flashed through his mind, but he quickly restrained it!

He looked at his own rice jar and narrowed his eyes!

He quickly lifted the rice jar over, which contained fifty kilograms of brown rice.

Zhou Qing poured thirty kilograms of white rice into the rice jar and quickly stirred it to mix it with the brown rice.

He grabbed the large amount of white rice in the rice bucket, and with a thought, they all disappeared in his hands and returned to the Immortal Mansion!

Clang.

At this moment, the gate outside the yard had been kicked open by someone.

The sound of explosions sounded outside.

"Zhou Qing! Do you want to resist taxes? I came to knock on the door, and you dare not open the door?"

Zhou Qing heard the footsteps outside and continued to mix the rice in the rice jar, trying to blend them into one.

Bang bang bang.

There was a violent knock on the door.

"Zhou Qing, open the door, I know you're inside!"

"Do you want to die?"

Zhou Qing frowned and shouted, "Why are you knocking? I'm moving rice to pay taxes!"

The tax collector Wang San outside the door and the corvée laborer behind him were slightly stunned when they heard Zhou Qing's words!

A trace of anger appeared on Wang San's face. Zhou Qing actually dared to refute him!

This made him lose face in front of the corvée laborer.

His face flushed, and he kicked hard, and instantly kicked Zhou Qing's house door open.

Amid the huge noise, Wang San walked in with a ferocious face, and then saw Zhou Qing moving the rice jar.

Zhou Qing stood up and looked at Wang San with a cold look.

"It's early in the morning, Wang the tax collector is quite early!"

Wang San looked into Zhou Qing's eyes, and suddenly his heart jumped.

Zhou Qing's eyes were very cold, which made his originally angry heart cold!

Zhou Qing said directly, "Here is a mixture of 80 kilograms of brown rice and polished rice."

"Is this year's tax enough?"

Wang San frowned, looked at the rice in the rice jar, raised his hand and grabbed a handful.

He shouted to the outside, "Come on, two people, weigh it!"

Soon, two men in coarse cloth came out. They were corvée laborers temporarily recruited by the government when collecting taxes.

They were all farmers nearby, responsible for weighing and transporting tax rice.

Soon they finished weighing, came to Wang San and said, "Sir, no problem."

Wang San frowned, looked at Zhou Qing deeply, "Humph, this time you are lucky!"

"Pack it!"

Several laborers quickly packed the rice.

"Let's go!" Wang San turned around and left with a group of corvée laborers in a cold voice, his eyes gloomy!

He originally wanted to take Zhou Qing down by taxation and occupy his family's three acres of good land.

Now that Zhou Qing suddenly paid taxes, he could only think of another way.

Looking at the group of people leaving, Zhou Qing sat down.

He felt hungry, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten all night, and was busy farming!

He turned to the kitchen and got a pound of rice from the fairy house.

He cooked a pot of dry rice, took out the last two taels of bacon in the house, and steamed it to have a good meal.

Lying on the bed with a bulging belly, the huge crisis was finally overcome.

"Wang San is a strange guy. He always makes trouble for me. I'm afraid things are not that simple!"

"There is not so much time to delay. I have to collect more herbal seeds as soon as possible. Zhoujia Village is not a place to stay for a long time."

"Ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, Polygonatum sibiricum, and Polygonum multiflorum are the most common medicinal materials for replenishing qi and nourishing blood. Those of low age are everywhere!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Qing rested for a while, quickly put on his backpack, took the sickle and walked towards the nearby Heiniu Mountain.

Heiniu Mountain is a hundred miles in radius and is the largest mountain nearby. Many villages rely on Heiniu Mountain to hunt game or collect medicinal materials.

Before Zhou Qing awakened his memory, he would go into the mountains to collect herbs in summer and autumn, and then sell them to the medicine shops in the town.

It was midday, the autumn was hot, and the temperature was already very hot.

Taxes were being collected everywhere in the village, and many people were crying in their homes.

Zhou Qing's eyes were gloomy when he saw this scene, but he couldn't care about it. He needed time now.

After entering Heiniu Mountain, Zhou Qing began to search carefully!

Following the familiar road, half a day passed in a blink of an eye.

Zhou Qing found a lot of Polygonatum and Polygonum multiflorum, but only one or two Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng were found!

All these things were sent to the Immortal Mansion by him, and Zhou Qing returned home quietly until the evening.

Wang the tax collector had left, and low cries were heard from many houses in the village.

"The grain seeds have been collected, what can we do this year!"

"There will be no way to plough next year, and we can't survive the winter!"

"The government wants us to die!"

A woman's low roar came from a room.

Zhou Qing felt even heavier when he heard this voice.

"The grains are all collected? This government is really not afraid of rebellion!"

"I have to leave here quickly. I'm afraid the village will be in chaos soon."

Zhou Qing keenly smelled the crisis!

Since ancient times, officials have forced the people to rebel!

Grain seeds are the lifeblood of farmers. Once they are collected, it means that there will be no harvest next year. The only way to survive is to rebel.

A chill rushed straight to his head!

Zhou Qing quickly returned home and ate the leftover breakfast with boiled water.

He quickly lay on the bed and started working!

In the Immortal Mansion!

Zhou Qing kept digging the soil and planted a one-year-old ginseng and a young Ganoderma lucidum.

Polygonatum sibiricum and Polygonum multiflorum are both root plants. He cut each complete Polygonatum sibiricum and Polygonum multiflorum into four or five pieces and planted them separately.

After finishing everything, quickly pour water on the pond and watch them silently.

Time passed quickly. In just one hour, the four buried herbs, ginseng, polygonatum, polygonum multiflorum, and ganoderma lucidum, began to grow.

"Ginseng and ganoderma lucidum are worth a thousand taels of silver at the hundred-year level!"

"I definitely can't show them off, otherwise I will definitely be robbed by others."

"Ten-year-old polygonatum and polygonum multiflorum are only about ten taels of silver, which is more suitable for my status."

"I will leave Zhoujia Village tomorrow and go to the town to live for ten days. Anyway, I have rice in my hand, and I won't die if I eat it raw."

"After this period of time, I can go to the pharmacy to buy medicine."

"If I have money, I will go to the martial arts hall to become a disciple!"

"Take drugs every day, and your cultivation will definitely skyrocket!"

Thinking of this, Zhou Qing's eyelids fought and he slowly fell asleep.

At this time, outside Zhoujia Village!

A figure sneaked in!

In the dark night, the other party was holding a dagger, with a sinister look in his eyes, and was rapidly approaching Zhou Qing's house.

Soon the other party arrived outside Zhou Qing's yard!

He carefully climbed up the wall and jumped lightly to the ground.

However, he didn't have much time, and there was a loud noise when he landed.

"Pah"

Zhou Qing was suddenly awakened and sat up from the bed.

The figure outside stood still, as if listening to whether there was any movement in the house.

Zhou Qing frowned, feeling something was wrong!

He reached out and groped on the bed, grabbing his sickle.