The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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The man in white shirt had a calm expression. He placed another pile of documents on the floor on the table and said, "Sir, these all need to be dealt with."

Mr. Guo was stunned for a moment when looking at the pile of things, then he laughed and said: I said, Wang was in such a hurry this time, so this is the case.

Mr. Guo just sighed and then quickly got to work on it. He was originally in charge of these things in the palace, so it was easy for him to do it.

He dealt with the unimportant things that he could handle himself, and left a few things that required the king's personal decision for the king to review.

Mr. Guo and Baishan were busy all day dealing with official documents and receiving visitors. It was not until dark that they had managed to finish only a small part of the official business.

Mr. Guo patted his aching waist and prepared to take a rest after finishing reading the last document in his hand. After all, he was an old man and could not withstand the hardship like a young man.

Picking up the document, Mr. Guo exclaimed in surprise, why do the taxes here have to be requested again?

Looking at the document asking for instructions on whether to collect taxes this year as usual, Mr. Guo stroked his gray beard, shook his head and said: "The people here are really unreliable. The taxes collected in the royal territory are not heavy, so what else is there to ask for instructions? Just follow the previous practice."

The man in white, who had long been exhausted by these trivial matters, looked at the document in his hand with a face full of bitterness and resentment. He did not hear what Mr. Guo said, and naturally could not step forward to say a word.

After writing the solution on the document, Mr. Guo stood up straight, rubbed the sore part, and while muttering that he was getting old, he asked Baishan to go back with him to rest and say they could talk about it tomorrow if there was anything.

When Li Da heard the officers and soldiers who came to file taxes say that this time the taxes would still be collected according to previous practices and asked them to make preparations early, there was a hint of surprise on his face.

He clenched his fists, as if using up all his strength, and said humbly to the soldier: Sir, the harvest this year is not good, can you collect less tax?

When the soldier heard him say this, he glanced at him sideways, sneered and said: This is an order from above, and it is not something a small soldier like me can influence. You should stop having those evil thoughts and make preparations as soon as possible!

Looking at the soldiers who left arrogantly after saying this, Li Da could hear faint sobbing coming from the villagers who came with him behind him. He looked up at the sky. It was clearly a sunny day, but he felt cold all over.

He decided that he would go see the king. No matter what the final result would be, he would at least give it a try and take a gamble. They couldn't just wait to die like this.

Master, will we never be able to eat chopped pepper fish again this year? Mo Shu held his head and looked at Xiji who was collecting the remaining peppers, and asked with a look of regret.

When Xiji heard him ask this, he also looked depressed, but he could only look at the remaining peppers in his hand and said: Yes, there are too few of this kind of peppers planted.

After the first fish was eaten by the Night King that day, Xiji and Mo Shu, one a servant, quickly found an opportunity to make it again. Each of them ate one and were satisfied with their investment. Then they fell in love with this delicacy and would make another one from time to time, and of course the Night King would also have a share.