The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Li Qingyan and Yun Kexin wandered around the stockade and met many people in the stockade on the way, men, women and children.

They greeted Yun Kexin and Li Qingyan very warmly.

Even though he was far away, Li Qingyan could still feel the gazes of those people on him.

At present, he is the only outsider in the entire stockade, and he is full of freshness to these people.

When approaching the edge of the stockade, Yun Kexin slowed down.

In front of it is a dense forest. From here, only trees can be seen, and nothing else can be seen.

Yun Kexin wrote on the small blackboard: I can't go forward.

Li Qingyan asked, "Why? I want to go into the woods to have a look."

His current scope of activities is limited to the stockade, and he has never left the stockade.

It is impossible for him to live here forever, and when his injury heals, he will have to leave here.

Although the people in Dafu Village showed great enthusiasm for him, he couldn't put all his hopes on others, and he had to leave a way out for himself.

He wanted to look outside the stockade, figure out the terrain of this generation, and find a way to get out of here.

After this period of observation, he found that several exits of the stockade are often haunted by people, but this forest has never been set foot on.

So he turned his attention to the woods.

Maybe through the woods, you can find the way out of the mountain.

Yun Kexin didn't have as much thought as he did. She was obviously very afraid of the woods in front of her and didn't want to go in.

Seeing that she was unwilling to move, Li Qingyan said.

"You go back first, I'll go in and walk around alone."

Yun Kexin immediately shook her head, and she wrote on the small blackboard: I'll go with you!

Li Qingyan: "Aren't you afraid?"

Yun Kexin wrote: With you, I am not afraid.

Li Qingyan looked at the six words on the small blackboard and couldn't help but smile.

This little girl is really cute.

The two walked into the woods.

It was very quiet in the woods, and the sun shone down through the gaps between the branches and leaves, driving a large spot of light on the ground.

The wind blew the branches and leaves, making a slight rustling sound.

Yun Kexin followed Li Qingyan with the small blackboard.

She was accidentally caught by a vine and almost fell, but Li Qingyan reached out to support her at a critical moment.

She hurriedly stood up and looked up at Li Qingyan with gratitude in her eyes.

Probably because she can't speak, her eyes can always express very rich emotions, and people can see what she is thinking at a glance.

Li Qingyan was afraid that she would fall down again, so she simply led her forward.

Yun Kexin felt that the hand she was holding was extremely hot, and her palm was sweating.

Since childhood, apart from her father, this was the first man to hold her hand.

She remembered the scene of being touched by Li Qingyan before, and silently added in her heart——

She was also the first man other than her father to touch her head.

Probably because her heart was filled with Li Qingyan, she even forgot her fear of this forest.

Until they walked through the woods and saw a wetland.

Yun Kexin suddenly remembered that this forest is a forbidden place in Dafu Village!

Li Qingyan stopped, looking at the scene in front of him, a look of horror appeared on his face.

In the black mud, there are dozens of small skeletons floating.

Judging from the shape, these skeletons should be pre-month babies.

A storm surged in Li Qingyan's heart.

If it was an epidemic, it would not be possible to have only the remains of a baby.

Unless someone is intentionally killing the baby.

No wonder people in the stockade never go this way, no wonder Yun Kexin showed fear when facing this forest.

They must have known long ago that the woods contained many skeletons of babies!

Li Qingyan suddenly turned his head and stared at Yun Kexin.

There were many thoughts in his mind, if these babies were killed by the people of Dafu Village, what kind of devils would they be? !

Yun Kexin's face was pale and his body trembled slightly.

She noticed the anger and doubt in Li Qingyan's eyes, and hurriedly wrote on the small blackboard: We didn't kill the child!

Li Qingyan asked, "Who killed that?"

Yun Kexin's fingertips were trembling while pinching the white stone, and the handwriting was far less correct than usual.

But now she can't care about so much, she quickly wrote a paragraph:

It happened many years ago. At that time, the taxes were extremely heavy, and many people could not pay the poll tax. They could only strangle their newborn children and throw them into the deep mountains and forests. This is a place where the bodies of children were abandoned.

When Li Qingyan saw these words, the anger in his heart dissipated a little.

But his face was still extremely ugly.

The poll tax is a tax levied according to the number of people. Some are paid once a year, and some are paid twice a year. There are no specific regulations to regulate this amount.

Some officials, blinded by lard, took advantage.

They either make up for the shortfall, or in order to make their performance look better, they will increase the number of head taxes.

The most exaggerated statement Li Qingyan had ever heard was that a certain place required the people to pay a poll tax every ten days.

Of course, the grass on the grave of that official is already the height of one person.

But this is enough to prove that in some small places far from Shengjing City, there are indeed cases of compulsory multiple tax collection.

If the people couldn't pay the poll tax, they could only take their fields and houses as collateral. If they didn't even have the fields and houses, they could only sell themselves as slaves to big local families as slaves.

Some people were unwilling to sell their land, and even more unwilling to be slaves, so they could only kill and throw away their newborn babies.

Because according to unwritten rules, the death of a preterm child is not included in the poll tax.

Li Qingyan had only heard of these things before, but had never seen them with his own eyes.

Looking at the tragic scene in front of him at this time, he only felt extremely heavy.

These are all living lives, and because the family could not pay the taxes, they were killed by their parents and their families and abandoned their bodies in the wilderness.

Yun Kexin couldn't help feeling apprehensive when he saw that he didn't speak with a calm face.

She wrote on the small blackboard: Don't be sad, we don't need to pay taxes anymore, and there will be no such thing in the stockade.

Li Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "You don't have to pay taxes? Why?"

However, it is impossible for the descendants of the Dasheng Dynasty to be exempt from paying taxes, except for those noble families with privileges.

Yun Kexin continued to write: Because it is too remote, the government does not know that there is a Dafu Village here, so no one has ever come here to collect taxes.

The place is almost cut off from the world.

It was outside the purview of the imperial court.

The people living here do not need to pay taxes, nor do they need to perform corvée and military service.

Correspondingly, the laws of the Dasheng Dynasty cannot take effect here.

If someone here really did something illegal, the government wouldn't know.