On the fifth day of the seventh month, Wang Chen went to Cloud Mountain City to pay the grain tax.
By the time he arrived at the Spirit Planting Hall, there were already many people queuing.
Atop the stage in the Spreading Gold Square towered the Immeasurable Golden Measure, which countless farmers secretly despised.
But this year, in front of the grain stage, there was an additional large scale.
The land rent everyone was now paying was all weighed and calculated!
"Bing Six Defense Area, Gao Laosan, twenty mu of Low Spirit fields, delivering a tax of three thousand three hundred seventy-five pounds!"
"Ding Four Defense Area, Chen Shahe, fifteen mu of Low Spirit fields, delivering a tax of two thousand five hundred thirty-one pounds."
"Jia Two Defense Area, Zhang Yuan, thirty mu of Low Spirit fields…"
The Executor of the Spirit Planting Hall held a register in his left hand and a pen in his right, calling out names loudly.
