Chapter 166 Taxation (Part 2)
Seeing that the group of wolf-like thugs of the weasel were about to rush into the enclosure built with his hard work, Grandpa Zhan was extremely anxious.
He knew that once these guys who were not even as good as bandits rushed in, not to mention his own property, the reputation of the unmarried girls in the family would be ruined, and they might not be able to find a husband in the future.
Grandpa Zhan stood up and yelled at several people: "You little bastards, I am over seventy years old anyway, I have lived enough, I will fight with you today!"
As he said, he picked up his cane and was about to hit the weasel on the head, but unfortunately a figure blocked his way.
The huge and fat body not only stopped Grandpa Zhan, but also raised his belly and pushed Grandpa Zhan out. The huge impact made the old man dizzy.
Before Zhan Taigong could see the face of the man opposite him, the fat man spoke. "Old man, what is your life worth? You dare to go against Master Huang, you are courting death!"
"If I don't show you some strength, you don't know what it means that the Horse King has three eyes!"
As he spoke, the big man picked up the thin Zhan Taigong, waved his palm as big as a palm fan, and slapped Zhan Taigong's face.
He laughed while slapping him.
As the saying goes, don't beat a man in his seventies and don't scold him in his eighties. This thug did such a thing to an old man, but it was a bit too much.
At this time, the weasel was happy. Seeing that Zhan Taigong's mouth was full of blood, his white beard was stained with red dots, so he slapped the account book in his hand and began to comfort him.
"Asshole, who told you to treat Grandpa Zhan like this? He is a respected elder in the county. How can you let him go out and see people in the future?"
On the surface, he was scolding his subordinates, but in reality, he was secretly mocking.
Then the weasel took the account book and walked in front of Grandpa Zhan, and asked with a sly look: "Grandpa, you have suffered this loss, you see, isn't it time to pay the tax silver?"
"You dog official, pay your XX tax silver!"
A group of young men from the Zhan family rushed out of the enclosure aggressively and surrounded the weasel and his group.
Led by Zhan Chenjiu, everyone held the four-foot-long axe in their hands, and the bright blade flashed a chilling cold light in the winter sun.
"What's the matter? Are you guys still planning to kill the official and rebel?"
The weasel was still aggressive, and under such an axe, he still didn't care, and he was a kind of virtue that didn't fall down.
His family has been collecting taxes in this area for more than ten years. They have seen all kinds of scenes, including several deaths. They can be frightened by a few knives. He has long been unable to be a tax officer.
The weasel walked to the villagers alone, arrogantly swept them aside, and then clenched his fist and shouted to the sky: "We are here to collect taxes from the Zhan family in accordance with the order of the county parents. If I get into trouble, no one in the Zhan family will be able to escape."
Hearing this, the dozens of villagers who were surrounded seemed a little timid. They couldn't afford to offend any official. Several middle-aged villagers even began to retreat.
The weasel and his group couldn't help but sneer in their hearts. After all, they were a group of ordinary people who shocked the scene with a few words.
After that, in addition to paying taxes, the Zhan family also gave them a sum of money, and today's matter was over.
At this moment, a sharp cough came from outside the crowd. A young man looked at Grandpa Zhan and exclaimed, "Grandpa, Grandpa! Your teeth?" The sharp and crisp voice penetrated the thick wall of people.
"It doesn't matter! Anyway, these are the last few teeth. If they are knocked out, I will just eat porridge in the future." Grandpa Zhan fell to the ground and smiled bitterly.
"Alas! I don't know if there will be porridge to drink in my Zhan family in the future. If there is no food for me, I will find a cemetery by myself and leave some food for the younger generation."
Although the Zhan family is Hakka, they have long intermarried with the Han family, speak Chinese, and have long been integrated into the Ming Dynasty. This respect for the old and love for the young is the first sentence of the teacher.
If Grandpa Zhan is starved to death, wouldn't the more than a thousand people in the Zhan family become unfilial descendants and be cursed by future generations?
Grandpa Zhan's words became the heaviest weight to change the emotional balance of both parties and became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
"The Zhan family has no money to pay taxes. Even if we have money in the future, we won't pay it!"
How could the Zhan family swallow this anger when they heard that Grandpa's teeth were knocked out by the weasel's claws!
"Hit!"
There was a loud shout in the crowd, and dozens of people waved their pitchforks, rakes, wooden sticks and other objects, and attacked the weasel group of more than ten people in the crowd without thinking.
Facing the out-of-control scene, the weasel immediately ran behind a few thugs, and then he felt relieved. Then he urged them to take out their weapons and shouted: "Hit, it doesn't matter if you kill them."
But this sentence ignited the group of Zhan Chenjiu, and they rushed into the encirclement in anger. They wanted to stay outside the scene. After all, holding a hatchet in their hands was not a joke.
In the chaos, the pitchforks and wooden sticks went down, and the hatchets followed.
It didn't take a while, and the thug who was beating Grandpa Zhan in the front was beaten bloody and fell to the ground under the focus of everyone's attention.
Many villagers were so scared that they stepped back and stared at him intently. The thug was covered in bright red blood, twitching from time to time and spitting blood foam from his mouth. After a while, he lost his voice in front of everyone.
"Ah! Someone was beaten to death?!" A villager shouted!
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment and fell into a deathly silence.
In this situation, there are only two results.
1. Everyone started to be calm and fearful, blaming each other. Anyway, they didn’t know who was killed, but in the end they were arrested together;
2. There is one person who takes the lead. Of course, he does not come out to confess. Instead, he leads everyone to become more violent and crazy and simply commits suicide.
After a short moment, the men of the Zhan family, stimulated by the blood, immediately became as violent and crazy as if they had seen a bull with red cloth. The hatred and resentment accumulated from being oppressed and bullied for more than ten years completely exploded at this moment.
"You're a thief! After all, you've killed the government officials! Why don't you spare any of them! Kill them!"
This is what Zhan Chenjiu says in his heart and mouth.
With a low tiger roar, the big hatchet in his hand immediately struck at one of the Weasel's attendants.
His hatchet was forged by the best blacksmith in the town with iron. It can be said that the knife is heavy and powerful, and the cold light is cold. In the past, when he was collecting firewood on the mountain, a branch as thick as an arm would be cut into two pieces immediately. The wild beasts they encountered did not retreat in a hurry, as if they were afraid of the knife.
The effect of using it to kill people today is terrible.
With just one knife, the accountant who was still twirling his rat beard and smiling triumphantly had his thin, yellow-white face sliced open by the blade of the hatchet diagonally from his forehead to the corner of his mouth. Blood, eyeballs and unknown objects immediately appeared. Everyone around was sprayed.
The accountant covered his face, and before he could scream, he was struck by a stick and a pitchfork from the Zhan tribe next to him, and he was instantly turned into a dead body.
Seeing Weasel and the others trembling all over, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. It turned out that these ignorant villagers who had always looked down in front of him and begged for help had such powerful power!
He did not doubt whether the people of Zhanjia were disguised as bandits from the mountains.