The horses were robust and shiny, eliciting envy.
The large dogs looked vicious, their fangs intimidating, demanded respect.
"Salutations, General Cen." Tong Sanlang, Tong Tiehu, and a few of the bailiffs greeted him.
Qiao Xiaomai also paid his respects.
Seeing this, the villagers on site started to sporadically echo, "Salutations, General Cen."
Cen Hong sat atop his horse, one hand wrapped around the whip, the other grasping the leash of the dog. His sharp gaze fell upon Qiao Xiaomai, lingering for quite some time before he barely glanced at the few bailiffs from the corner of his eye and spoke, "I am here to inspect the local tax collection."
Taxes in Daqi were collected level by level, moving upwards.
From the village to the county town, the county town retaining enough for their reserves before transferring to the prefecture city, the prefecture city holding enough before finally sending to the capital city.
