The elder seemed somewhat displeased with Meng Fang's evasions and asked again, "Then, do you have any meat?"
Meng Fang was stunned, "That I truly do not have."
The elder curled his lips, coldly saying, "Poor fuck."
With that, he took the rice and oil, turned around, and left.
Meng Fang couldn't help but gasp in anger, "What kind of person is this!"
He returned to his room, still seething with resentment.
However, when he mentioned this to his wife, Yu Rou's brows betrayed a hint of worry.
She had a premonition that the calm days they were currently enjoying might not last much longer.
After a few days, it was time to deliver the grain tax.
Meng Fang was tidying up at home when suddenly he heard two officials arriving at his doorstep, saying, "Routine inspection."
"Inspection?"
Meng Fang was stunned.
"Somebody reported that you're hiding military weapons and harboring treasonous intentions."
The officials declared, "Please cooperate with our inspection."
