The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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Xiji frowned, looked at the man's expectant expression, pursed his lips and said nothing.

The man was very nervous. He finally stopped the man and asked him to listen to what they said. He couldn't miss the opportunity because of his poor speaking skills. He kowtowed to the ground several times, and continued to speak in Xiji's shocked eyes:

We are farmers here, and have been farming here for generations. Other places only collect 40% of the land tax, but here we collect 70%. This year there was a severe drought, and the harvest was not good. If we collect such a high tax, we will not be able to survive. I hope you will have pity on us and ask the Night King to reduce the tax for us.

Hearing him say this, Xiji's face turned a little ugly. Looking at how skinny those men were, even thinner than the beggars in his previous life, it seemed that their lives were really hard.

Xiji stood there without saying anything, and everyone was waiting for him to make a decision.

Master, we should go back. Mo Shu licked the remaining sugar man in his mouth, pulled the sleeve of Xiji who was standing there hesitantly, his face full of desire to go back.

Xiji took a look at the absence of any so-called ink writing, then looked at the people kneeling on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: I am just a cook in the palace, and I have no way to influence the king's decision.

As soon as he said this, everyone around him was shocked. Even Mo Shu looked at his young master with a strange look, and there was even more despair on the faces of that group of people.

Xiji thought about it and took out a small piece of silver from his bag and motioned Mo Shu to give it to them.

Mo Shu was unwilling, but he could not disobey the order of his young master, so he had to reluctantly hand the silver to the man who took the lead in kowtowing the most fiercely, and then returned to Xiji angrily.

The man looked at the silver and wanted to return it to Xiji, and said earnestly: Young master, we are not here to beg, we just want a way to survive.

Xiji looked at him, shook his head, and said calmly: This money is for your treatment. As for the tax issue you mentioned, I will discuss it with the king. If, if the king still does not want to change his decision, I can do nothing about it. You can use the remaining money to buy more food.

Li Da looked at him and saw that he was frank and that his words were all from the heart, with no intention of deceiving them. He did not continue to hand over the silver in his hand, but kowtowed to Xiji again and sincerely thanked him, "Thank you, young master."

Chapter 26 Gambling

After instructing the group of people to take the money and go for treatment, Xiji went back with a group of people around him.

After he left, another group of people who had been following him showed up. They looked at Li Da and others who were kneeling on the ground supporting each other with disdain on their faces, and then looked at Xiji who was leaving with complicated expressions.

What do we do now?

Go back first and tell the young master all the details. The young master will make his own judgment on other matters, and we will just follow his instructions.

The man who was asking the question agreed with him, nodded, and called his men. A group of people quickly hid in the crowd and disappeared quickly.

On the way back, Xiji was thinking about the miserable appearance of the group of people just now, and how to tactfully mention this matter to the Night King after returning. Reason told him that he should not care about this matter, but his conscience could not ignore it.