Since setting out on his journey home, everything Cohen Puliya had seen and heard had been beautiful.
He had spent the whole journey fantasizing about his future life.
But what he had not expected was that the first discordant note would come from his own home.
Could it be that my house is on fire?
He suppressed the anger in his heart, stopped outside, and continued to listen to the conversation inside drift out.
"...The fee for borrowing farm equipment, the tax on land, the poll tax, the amount your family has to pay has been reduced as much as possible. Don't be ungrateful,"
