Chen Nuo froze.
He had just been about to go home.
'Is something wrong again?'
'It can't be!'
'Calm down, calm down...'
He looked at the approaching Chen Li, who was running at full tilt. "Slow down. What's wrong?"
"Clan Leader, Great-uncle asks you to come over at once. He says the Tax Collector is coming tomorrow."
The Tax Collector.
A detestable blade hanging over the heads of every Clan in the countryside.
They came every year to collect money and grain, applying pressure each time, and growing more outrageous with every visit.
Everyone hated the Tax Collectors.
But by the same token, everyone feared them.
Because the Tax Collectors represented the Government Office, and the Government Office currently had the biggest fist in the region!
"Let's go."
Chen Nuo, his uncle, and Chen Li hurried to the ancestral hall.
Great-uncle was already there.
"Ah Nuo, you're here."
"Great-uncle." Chen Nuo bowed slightly and immediately asked, "The Tax Collector is coming?"
