On this day, Ye Lingyue and the rest of the Huang Quan team counted the entire grain silo.

I do n’t know if I ’m taking an inventory. In this inventory, Ye Lingyue quickly discovered the problem,

There is less food in Beicang.

And it is not less in the general sense, the whole grain of Beicang is reduced by 50 tang.

Fifty dan is not a small amount. In terms of conversion, it is equivalent to five thousand kilograms of grain.

And it's weird that these fifty dans were just missing a while ago.

Ye Lingyue immediately called the old man in charge of Beicang to come and ask questions.

But Ye Lingyue asked a few times, and the old man was pretending to be deaf and dumb, and he looked indistinct.

"Mr. Zhang, you don't need to act anymore. I've observed it for a long time. You can move freely and have no problems with hearing. There are doctors in our team. It's useless if you pretend. You said, where did these foods go? If you ca n’t answer it, I will immediately inform the county magistrate. "

Ye Lingyue frowned, and suddenly snorted.

After this drink, the elder husband was so scared that his knees were soft and he fell down on his knees.

"Adult, the adult spares his life, and the small is not intentional. The small is really suffering, and the food is not stolen by the small blackheart. Those are all life-saving food."

That being said, the old man was like pounding garlic on his head and begging for mercy until his forehead was smeared with blood, and he still refused to stop.

The people on the team saw each other and looked at each other, or Sister Wanyun really couldn't stand it anymore, and they forcibly pulled up the old man, and the old man calmed down after soothing.

"Adult, it's useless to talk about the small one. Please also ask the adult to go to a place with the small one. You will see it with your own eyes and you will understand."

The old man sighed and left Ye Cangyue and others to leave Beicang.

The old man took Ye Lingyue out of a village about four or five miles away from Fang'a County.

The village is next to the mountain. There are thousands of villagers in the mountain. It is one of the villages under Fang'a County.

As soon as he entered the village, Ye Lingyue felt wrong.

She noticed that the vegetation in the entire village, including the nearby mountain terraces, had dried up.

The animals in the barn are also crooked, frustrated and hungry.

The people in the village are all yellow-skinned.

Several children carried a broken bowl in their hands and stared at Ye Lingyue and others with their dark eyes.

"Sister, give me some food. I haven't eaten enough for days."

A little girl with braids walked to Ye Lingyue's side and pulled her corner.

There was a "chuck" in everyone's heart.

"Old man, what's the matter, you have stolen so much food, why these children are still hungry, you will not be full of money!"

Qin Xiaochuan grabbed the old man looking at the warehouse and questioned sharply.

"Xiaoyu, what are you doing here, go away."

A woman heard the movement and hurriedly ran out of a dilapidated house, seeing Ye Lingyue and others startled the child in fright, and ran away quickly.

"What is this for, we are not monsters who eat humans."

Photon said dissatisfied.

But he is the pillar of the moonlight troupe where everyone loves flowers and flowers. When he arrives there is not a crowd of supporters. A bunch of supporters. The land tigers are very scared when the people in the village meet them.

"Sir, don't be angry first, you put down the small one first, and the small one is almost breathless." The old man frowned, begging Qin Xiaochuan.

Ye Lingyue had a look in his eyes, and Qin Xiaochuan released him.

"These villagers treated you as tax collectors, and the food in the village was not in their pockets, so they were put in the village head's house."

The old man shook his head and took Ye Lingyue to the village head's house.

In the backyard of the village head's house, a large amount of grain was piled up neatly. Upon inspection, the amount was a little.

"The village chief, what the hell is going on. Why is the food in the village not distributed to the villagers?"

On Ye Lingyue's face, a look of thin anger rose.

"Sir, you don't know. These grains can't move. These are the grains used to pay taxes. If there is less burden, the whole village will suffer."

The village head frowned, and then told Ye Lingyue the whole process.

It turned out that this village was called Pan Village, and the village relied on planting sorghum rice for generations.

Because this area of ​​water and soil is very suitable for the growth of sorghum rice, it can be planted two seasons a year.

Fang'a County levies certain grain and rice taxes on the village every year.

Originally, the village always had surplus grain, paid taxes, and the villagers were still able to make ends meet.

But just three or four months ago, the wells and watercourses in the village dried up for unknown reasons.

In addition, in the past few months, the weather in Fang'a County is dry and rainy, and the village has not enough water for humans and animals, let alone irrigating grain fields.

Seeing that in a few months, the village will have to pay grain tax again, the village head sees that the village can't take out the grain, and is afraid that the county magistrates and other people will pursue it. Liu Tou, let him secretly smuggle some grain from Beicang.

"I didn't plan to gobble up these rice grains either. These are all county grains, and one of them is to lose my head. I just intend to fool around this time. After the drought in the village has passed, I will pay some more grain in private. "

The village chief sighed.

Keeping the food, he could only starve the villagers. As the head of the village, he was so sad to see such a scene.

In order to make a living, some young and middle-aged people in the village have already left Pancun, leaving only a few widowed elderly children and women. In this way, the farmland is left unattended.

The villagers had to eat one meal a day, and it was even more difficult to use water.

"Grandpa, I am thirsty."

The little grandson of the village head's family nestled pitifully beside the head of the village. His lips were cracked with a small mouth because of thirst.

The village chief's eyes were sour, and a few old tears rolled out in his eyes.

"Why is the drought so severe, why don't you tell the county to reduce or exempt taxes early?"

Ye Lingyue listened and asked, and took out a few water bags from the storage bag. Upon seeing the water, the little guy's eyes lit up, but he didn't dare to take it.

It was not until the head of the old village nodded that the little guy hurriedly took the water bladder and ran out, thinking that he would give it to his family.

"Sir, you are from a foreign country, and you don't know. The county magistrate is a bastard. He used to have a bit of power before, forcing every village to pay taxes on time. When he didn't pay attention, he kicked and kicked. , But I heard that a team of demon hunters came in the county, but they quelled the county magistrate. But the county magistrate has become their minions since. When they came, they added taxes and said yes What merits to accumulate. In this way, the days of nearby villages are even more sad. If a village cannot be paid, it will be imprisoned at the lightest level, but it will lose its head. "

As soon as the village chief talked about the demon hunter, he was terrified.