My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 351 White-Eyed Wolf

Xin Nian was also somewhat surprised.

How come there are only twenty-three people left? She remembered that the emperor brought quite a lot of people that time.

Aside from the Wubei Camp soldiers she recruited, there were also quite a few officials from the capital, such as Vice Minister Ma of the Ministry of War and Vice Minister Wang of the Ministry of Rites, at least two hundred people, right?

Liu Huo could tell what was wrong as soon as he saw the little girl's confused face.

He coughed lightly and explained, "Many useful talents have been released by Your Highness. For example, Vice Minister Ma of the Ministry of War has been working at the weapons reserve for more than three months now."

"He has done a good job and is now considered a right-hand man of Young Master Chi and Young Master Shang."

"As for the remaining twenty-three people, they are basically the emperor, empress, and Prince Gong's eunuchs and servants."

"But recently, these people have been making a fuss about volunteering, wanting to work elsewhere in exchange for food..."

Xin Nian nodded and waved her hand, "Alright, send him to work at the lumberyard first, and we'll talk about it later if he does well."

"I'm not going!" Qian Furong cried out in alarm. "How could I go and cut down trees for someone? How would I know how to cut them down?"

Xin Nian stared at her, "Fine, then get out of the base."

Qian Furong panicked even more.

She wasn't stupid. During the few days she had sneaked out to keep watch, she had heard many people in the market say how tough life was outside and how well they were living.

When the residents of the base talked about the migrants waiting to enter the city, their faces beamed with pride.

Qian Furong knew that going out meant certain death.

Better to die than live!

She rushed forward, sobbing uncontrollably, trying to hug Xin Nian's leg, "Sixth Miss, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, sob sob sob."

"I will never force anyone again. I truly know I was wrong."

"Please, for the sake of me, a weak woman, spare my life."

Liu Huo suppressed his laughter and said calmly, "Stop whining. The Sixth Miss is sending you to work at the lumberyard, which is a way for you to make a living."

"The food the free laborers at the logging camp eat is much better than what you get inside the fence."

"As long as you work honestly and diligently, you may be able to get out of your predicament with your own hands in the future."

Xin Nian nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly with what Liu Huo said.

With a stern face and a wave of her small hand, the little girl declared, "I don't support idlers," thus sealing the fate of the old emperor, Consort Qian, and others, who would be forced to do hard labor at the logging camp for a long time to come...

Leaving aside the Emperor and Empress's side, after hearing the devastating news, they went mad, tearing at and cursing each other's Qian family members.

Xin Nian received a message from the patrol team that Chief Ameng of the Hutu tribe had arrived.

"Why make such a big fuss when you're here?" Xin Nian led Dali out of the base.

Isn't this just to deliver the tax grain for the second half of the year?

“Young lady, isn’t it too little that we’re only collecting 20% ​​of the grain tax from the Hutu tribe? I think these people are wolves in sheep’s clothing and don’t seem like they would appreciate your kindness.”

“I think so too.” Xin Nian said with a sullen face, and walked out with her hands behind her back.

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The patrol guards they encountered at the base entrance greeted them.

Xin Nian waved her hand, signaling them to go about their business, and led Dali out through the side door.

Amon and his grain delivery team had been waiting quietly for a long time, and now they were watching the people counting the grain with anxious and impatient expressions.

"Could you hurry up a bit?" "Don't you trust us? Surely the tax grain can't be less?"

"What's the rush?" Chen Ling snapped coldly. "Everyone's been busy, aren't they? They're all working hard to take inventory."

"You can only leave after we verify the quantities recorded in our ledgers."

Amon's men looked somewhat uncomfortable after being rebuked, and muttered among themselves, "But the harvest can't just be exactly as estimated. There are always some losses during planting, harvesting, and transportation."

"Even with consumption, the difference couldn't be that much!" Chang Mianmian said angrily, hands on her hips. "Are you kidding me?"

"How can they be so different!"

"Our people taught you step by step how to compost, plant, increase yield, and harvest. They even personally helped you with the experimental plots, guiding the seedlings and cultivation, right?"

"The yield per acre they estimated after they returned could not possibly be that much different!"

Chang Mianmian snapped angrily, "You've cheated!"

"No! What evidence do you have to prove we're lying?" Several Hutu tribesmen shouted angrily.

"A leopard can't change its spots!" Xin Nian cursed, then stepped forward and slapped one of the carts.

The cart and the grain shook simultaneously, startling the Hutu tribesmen transporting the grain, who all shrank back in fright.

"Sister, they're embezzling our taxes and grain for their own benefit!" Chang Mianmian immediately complained in a loud voice.

Chen Ling immediately handed over the booklet as evidence, "According to the estimated calculations in the account book, the amount of tax grain they sent for the second half of the year is quite different."

Amon's men tried to argue, but Xin Nian silenced them with a single look.

The patrol guards swarmed forward, pinned the men to the ground, and slapped them repeatedly, causing the foreigners to groan in pain.

Meng Lanyin huddled beside Amon, and upon seeing this, she screamed in fright with her pregnant belly sticking out.

"You ingrates!" Chang Mianmian cursed angrily. "We painstakingly taught you how to farm and how to sustain yourselves. It's true what they say, those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts!"

"You're lying!" Several aliens pinned to the ground hurriedly denied it in a panic, "We didn't..."

"Nothing is impossible. The numbers speak for themselves!" Xin Nian angrily threw the booklet at Amon's face. "I've made my decision. Starting next year, you'll have to pay an extra 30% in grain taxes. From now on, 50% of your profits from planting must be handed over to the Icefield Base."

The ordinary people who were hiding under the wooden shed and gathered in front of the small gate of the base, peeking out to see what was going on, were all startled by what the sixth girl said.

A 30% increase? Oh my, this Sixth Miss is really ruthless. Sure enough, anyone who tries to deceive her will never have a good ending.

Amon's heart tightened, and he rushed forward to argue with Xin Nian, while still protecting his beloved Yin Yin with one hand.

"How could your price increase so much all at once..."

"Because you aliens are dishonest." Xin Nianzhen was getting annoyed with these people.

I was willing to help them before because we are all human.

Enough people have died already. If you have the ability and it doesn't bother others, it's no big deal to lend a hand.

But these foreigners are really ungrateful.

We give them seeds, teach them how to farm, and extend their lives, yet they still complain and whine. Who spoils them?

Anyway, these foreigners aren't Chinese, and they're so disobedient and ungrateful, so let's just kill them all to prevent them from turning against us in the future.

As this thought crossed her mind, a fierce glint appeared in Sixth Sister's eyes.

Meng Lanyin accidentally saw it and trembled in fright. She quickly cried out, "Yes, let's talk this out. Ameng, talk to them nicely."

Ammon was also startled by the sudden outburst of fury from the Xia people.

He had a guilty conscience and knew he was in the wrong, so his anger subsided.