| classification:xianxia |
| author:Small Building Liste |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-31 09:14:00) |
“Now that you’ve settled down, you’ll have to pay head tax, miscellaneous taxes, and perform corvée labor. Things are getting increasingly unstable these days. The government might call for conscription any time now. You’re young, strong, an orphan with no family ties – a perfect candidate for the draft. If anything happens to you, at least you won’t have to worry about funeral expenses!”,Liu Zhanggui shook his head. "No need to rush, it'll be fine if you can return before dusk tomorrow.",Yang Ge ignored the old man's sorrowful eyes. With nimble hands and feet, he carried one heavy sack after another into the low-ceilinged hut. He untied the sack mouths and poured grain by grain of golden wheat kernels into the food barrel.。