"Taxes!"
Feng Qing'an's brow furrowed and then softened. Having spent his childhood playing in the mud in the fields, he had a good sense of what troubled the ordinary farmer most.
"Exactly. If the government does not reduce the taxes, the burden of these reduced crops will all fall on the common people. The food that a farming family needs to live on will be halved, or even more, driving them to the point of selling their own children—that's only to be expected!"
"Are the government's taxes really that high?"
The landlord's dull son scratched the back of his head, looking somewhat bewildered. This isn't something he cared about ordinarily. If he hadn't been questioned today, he wouldn't have paid attention to this issue.
