Retribution of the end times

When Zhang Zian woke up the next day, he heard the crowing of sparrows in the countryside. He was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had returned to his hometown.

Rubbing his eyes, sitting on the bed, Zhang Zian was going to be dazed for a while, and got out of bed to wash up.

As a result, he slipped and almost fell——

Zhang Zian looked down and saw a man sleeping on the carpet under his bed.

Still light.slip.slip.land.bare.sleep.

Zhang Zian: "..."

The man frowned and opened his eyes. Seeing Zhang Zian staring at him blankly, he nodded confidently and said hello, "Morning, Xiao An."

Then he got up naturally, took the clothes that were put aside, and put them on.

From the inside out.

After wearing it, I still didn't forget to ask Zhang Zian: "What do you want for breakfast? Shrimp steamed egg and pumpkin pie?"

Zhang Zian: "I want another chocolate almond cake." As if afraid of Mo Jiu's disapproval, he looked at Mo Jiu with bright eyes, and added, "You said that you are very good at cooking, so let me make it for you." I read."

Mo Jiu lowered her eyes slightly: "Okay."

Then turn around and leave.

Zhang Zian grabbed him: "One more thing. Although you are my bodyguard, you are not my servant. You can just choose a room in the front house instead of laying a floor in my room."

Moreover, if you hit the floor, you just hit the floor, and you are still naked.Fall asleep on the floor.

Even if he is not interested in men like his father, seeing another man naked early in the morning.He couldn't bear it, so he told Mo Jiu not to live in his room in the future.

As a result, Mo Jiu listened, "Oh", and then shook his head firmly: "No! I am your bodyguard, so I should protect you personally, and I must live in the same room with you. If you don't want me to The floor, then..." He glanced at Zhang Zian broadly and softly.On the soft bed, the heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Zhang Zian: "...Then you should continue to lay the floor."

Mo Jiu: "..." I just kissed you yesterday, so don't you admit it today?

At the dining table, Mo Jiu really made a chocolate almond cake, and Zhang Zian was very satisfied after eating it.

After eating the cake, he went to the field to find the village chief—it was the summer harvest time, and every household with fields at home was busy harvesting grain.

Zhang Zian's family also has land.There used to be three members of their family, one person and three acres of land, a total of nine acres, and now they are rented out to the villagers, just waiting to receive a certain amount of grain every year as rent.However, now that Grandpa Zhang and Father Zhang are gone, Zhang Zian is the only one left, and the rest of the land may be distributed to other people after this season.

The villagers are scolding about the re-imposition of agricultural taxes-although not everyone read the news yesterday, some people ran to ask the village head after reading the news, and the village head called the people above to confirm the matter matter?

"Those of us who plan food in the fields have worked hard for a whole year to earn so much food. Why do we have to collect taxes, and there is so much tax?"

"I only know how to collect taxes, why not raise the price of food?"

"Our land here only has a good year this year, so it can be regarded as more productive. However, even if it is good, they can't stand the tax of 150 catties per mu of land! These lands are not per mu. They are all good fields, as well as those medium-sized fields, how could they be able to hand over such food? Who can support it like this?"

……

When Zhang Zian arrived in the field, the sun was shining, and many people were standing or squatting under the shade of the trees while resting and cursing about this incident.

The village chief’s expression was not good. He called the higher-ups today, and the higher-ups directly said that some time ago, the higher-ups had done a survey on the yield per mu in various places. Their village can collect an average of one thousand catties of grain per mu of land. According to 15.00%, on average, 150 catties of grain should be paid per mu of land.

The village head also asked, if there is no grain in some fields, how to harvest cotton and Chinese herbal medicines, etc., the above directly said that they should either replace them with grain, or harvest cotton and Chinese herbal medicines by catty, or Just pay more.

These days, I also saw that God has a good temper and rewarded them with food, but the higher-ups began to make things difficult for them and not let them have a good time.

"Xiao'an is here." The village head was still smoking dry tobacco, but when he saw Zhang Zian came, he stopped smoking and said, "It's hot, what are you doing out? Call your uncle if you have something to do, and grandpa will go to your house Just find you."

The others also moved out of the way, letting Zhang Zian stand in the shady place.

Zhang Zian felt warm in his heart, and said, "It's nothing, I just have something I want to discuss with my uncle."

Then he told the village head and the people around him that he wanted to open a factory in his hometown.

When the people around heard this, they immediately became happy.

"This is a good thing! Our village is close to the mountains. Although there are roads, it is remote. The big bosses are not willing to invest in our factory. Now Xiaoan is willing to open a factory here. This is a good thing."

"That's right, we have a factory in our own village, so we don't have to go outside to work, not to mention being inferior, and we can't eat well, sleep well, or see our family."

After hearing this, the village chief asked: "Xiao An, can you think about it? You don't learn those spells now, and you can't make money by relying on that. Are you sure you can make money by opening a factory in our village? If it is easy If you lose money and don’t make money, forget it.”

The people around fell silent.Just for the sake of long-term, they also thought that Zhang Zian could make money, so they let them work in the factory.

Zhang Zian said: "Uncle, don't worry, I have connections and can make money. This is the factory, I want to open it soon. Apart from opening a cigarette factory in our village and a factory making compressed biscuits and mineral water, the nearby Liushu Village It is close to Lijia Village and our village, and I think that in these two villages, we will also open a factory, a candy factory, and a canning factory."

Which of the neighboring villages has few relatives?Hearing what Zhang Zian said, the surrounding villagers all said "Okay", and when they looked at Zhang Zian, they were all smiling and happy.

The village chief is old, but he is not ignorant. Yesterday, he just learned that the country will collect agricultural tax and only collect grain. Today, he heard Zhang Zian saying that he would open a factory in his hometown... It really can't be helped that there are not many village chiefs. think.

"It's almost noon, has the guy from Xiao An's family cooked? Speaking of which, I haven't tasted the food made by that bodyguard yet." The village chief said, "Let's go, the old man will follow Xiao An to taste your food!"

Zhang Zian also had something to say to the village head, so he nodded, and the old and the young walked down the mountain.

The village head held his own pipe, but he didn't smoke or speak. When he arrived at Zhang Zian's house and sat on the sofa in the living room, the village head tapped the pipe, and finally said, "Xiao'an, what are you giving to uncle?" Let me tell you, what did your grandfather and your father do for the Zhang family in the capital, this is, this is..."

Zhang Zian glanced at the village chief, but said nothing.

When the village head saw Zhang Zian's appearance, he knew that Zhang Zian could and would not say anything about this matter. He frowned even more, and said, "It's not impossible for the higher-ups to re-impose agricultural tax. But, never There has never been an agricultural tax that only collects food without money, this, this..."

The village chief looked at Zhang Zian anxiously and knowingly.

Zhang Zian said slowly, "Uncle and grandpa have always been smart people."

The village chief's expression changed.

Zhang Zian continued: "It's just that I swore a poisonous oath and I can't say anything. But what I can do, I'm trying my best to do."

The village chief thought about Zhang Zian's plan to build a factory in the village... After the factory was built, there would be more young men left in the village, and Zhang Zian's factory also had a company that made compressed biscuits and mineral water. Surprised, he stood up suddenly, his whole body trembling.

"This, this...how is this possible?"

What the village chief thought in his heart was, is the sky going to change again?Just like the three-year disaster at the beginning, God won't let people have enough food?That's why Zhang Zian opened that factory?

Zhang Zian probably guessed what the village chief was thinking, so he didn't correct him. He just said, "Grandpa just needs to find a way to make the people in the village pay their taxes, save more food, and let more people stay in the village. Other things ...There will always be a way."

Even if the apocalypse really comes, there will always be people who can survive the apocalypse and a way to survive the apocalypse.

After hearing this, the village chief felt that he was a few years older. He sighed for a while, and finally said: "Uncle, grandpa knows. Let's forget about this matter. Xiaoan is right, there will always be a way. By the way , Grandpa is here, and I want to ask you, Xiao An, do you really stop learning those Taoist spells?"

Zhang Zian was taken aback.

Mo Jiu, who was about to come over with a platter of cut fruits, stood at the door and stopped in her tracks.

"After all, it is something passed down by Zhang Jiazu. If you concentrate on learning it, you can live forever and fly to the sky and escape from the earth. In the past, your grandfather and your father didn't want to bother about it. They only focused on physiognomy and divination. Heavenly secrets, naturally have a short life."

The village head is Zhang Zian's uncle and grandfather. The two were originally in the same family and were very close, so the village head knew a lot.

"Your grandfather's grandfather, that is, my grandfather, he has a younger brother, who can be regarded as the uncle of your grandfather and me. He was the most talented in physiognomy, but he didn't like to learn it, and he refused to give others a face after learning it. , only thinking about learning Taoism and immortality. In fact, he did it. When he was 40 years old, he looked like he was in his early twenties, and his skills were amazing, but this uncle's father refused to let Zhang The descendants of the family should follow this uncle's practice, so as not to cut off the inheritance, so..." The village chief sighed deeply, "So..."

"So, he was killed by his father?" Zhang Zian said expressionlessly.This is indeed something the Zhang family can do.

The village chief touched his pipe, smoked it again, and sighed: "That uncle had a good life, but his father was dying, so he had to come back to see him, and this is what happened to him." This kind of thing. Although I want to say that he shouldn't have come back at that time, but..."

However, my own father is about to die, so how can I not come back if I want to see myself for the last time?

It's just that when he came back this time, he was completely calculated to die.

Zhang Zian was silent.

The village chief smoked dry cigarettes violently, coughed several times, and then said: "Since what happened to that uncle, the spells handed down by the Zhang family have decreased a lot. Except for body training and demon slaying Even if the descendants wanted to learn it, they couldn’t learn it. However——when the uncle came back that year, he probably guessed that his father was going to do something to him, so he left a reserve The bag was buried under the small peach tree that never grew up in the back mountain."

Zhang Zian looked at the village chief in a daze.

The village chief smiled wryly: "He must have seen me when he buried the things back then, but he still buried the things there. It's just that I don't have the qualifications to practice, and that uncle and grandpa ended up like this again. It stayed there and I never touched it."

After the village chief finished speaking, he stood up, patted Zhang Zian on the shoulder, and said, "It's okay before, but now your father and your father are dead, and your sky eyes are also destroyed. It's okay if you don't learn those short-lived physiognomy techniques." It should be. However, it’s fine if you don’t learn physiognomy, if Xiao An is willing to learn those spells that can make people live forever, just dig them out and continue learning.”

"Anyway, Heavenly Master Zhang's family, you are the only descendant who is a serious descendant. Whatever you want to learn and what you want to do, it is up to you, up to you."

After the village chief finished speaking, he smoked a dry cigarette and went outside.

Zhang Zian took out the peach wood gourd hanging around his neck, thoughtfully.

Mo Jiu, who was hiding in the dark, glanced quietly, and felt that his Xiao An was the prettiest no matter what he looked like!

Quietly took out the phone, and took a photo of Zhang Zian's profile.

Then use the software to move over the selfie of him when he turned into a snake, turning the boy who looked at the mahogany gourd seriously, into a boy who looked at the little black snake seriously...

Mo Jiu suddenly felt satisfied, her happy legs were about to turn into tails, so she hurriedly stood up straight again, slightly apart.