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

Chapter 352 Voluntary
“Then, then we’ll just fix it,” Amon said reluctantly. “Why get so angry?”

"I'll make up for your grandma's head!" Chang Mianmian slapped Ameng on the head and cursed, "Someone as dishonest as you isn't just about making up for it, you know?"

"Sister, punish him! Make him hand over 70% of it."

"What?!" Amon and Meng Lanyin stared wide-eyed at the same time, their expressions a mixture of surprise and anger.

"Seventy percent?" Making them hand over seventy percent of their taxes and grain is tantamount to cutting off the Hutu tribe's path to development!
"Seventy percent of the time, it's your own fault, and you deserve this punishment." Xin Nian nodded and immediately waved her small hand, "Wei Chi."

"Take three thousand city garrison troops and go back with the Hutu tribe to collect grain! Make sure you get seventy percent of the tax grain, not a single cent less!"

"Yes!"

"Seventy percent? How will our people survive in the future?"

"That's your problem to worry about. What does it have to do with me!" Xin Nian glared at the man and waved her hand impatiently. "Starting next year, pay 50% of the grain tax. If you dare to conceal it again, hehe."

The little girl hadn't finished speaking, but the two words "hehe" carried immense power.

Ammon was so angry by her violent actions that his heart ached.

Only now did I begin to feel some regret.

He regretted listening to the head steward and secretly hoarding grain, thus embezzling a significant amount of the tax grain to be paid.

Alas, it's too late to say all this now.

With red eyes, Amon could only instruct a few of his men to lead Wei Chi and others to the tribe's territory to collect grain.

His heart was bleeding, but he put on a calm face and tried to speak to Xin Nian in a gentle tone, "Sixth Miss, regarding the matter of tax grain, it is indeed that some of my subordinates did not think things through."

"If we have offended anyone, can't we correct it promptly?"

Xin Nian glanced at him coldly and said indifferently, "From now on, your Hutu tribe's credibility with me is zero."

"You don't need to say anything more. The person leading you can get lost. If the number is incorrect later, I will send someone to collect it themselves!"

Meng Lanyin said pitifully, "Sixth Miss, you are so capable, why bother arguing with Brother Ameng so much?"

Xin Nian didn't even bother to glance at her.

What's the point of talking to an idiot?

They have no sense of contractual obligation whatsoever; they deserve their current fate.

"Get lost." She waved her finger and turned to leave.

Amon stopped her with a cold face, "Wait, Sixth Miss, I still have something to say."

Xin Nian suddenly turned her head, her eyes fixed on the other person with a piercing gaze.

Ammon was startled and quickly quickened his pace, "A year ago, we made an agreement that 2,500 members of my Hutu tribe would work for you for free for a year."

"Now that the time has come, we ask Sixth Sister to keep her promise and return the two thousand five hundred clansmen to us."

Xin Nian raised an eyebrow.

His memory is pretty good.

Ammon arrived right on time; a year ago today, it really was the day the Hutu tribe sent laborers.

As previously agreed, the free labor service was for a period of one year, and it was indeed time to return the people.

Xin Nian looked Amon up and down, her tone mocking, "You are a clan leader with no credibility, but I, Xin Nian, am a woman of my word."

She raised her hand and said, "Come, go and bring out those two thousand five hundred Hutu laborers."

Amon felt a sense of relief, thinking to himself: As long as I bring these young and strong laborers back to the tribe, we can grow and prosper in the future. The patrol team members who arrived glanced at Chief Amon, then took their orders and left.

Before long, 2,500 foreign laborers were brought out of the construction site and lined up in two rows, each with a look of confusion on their face.

After a year of training on the construction site, these foreign laborers were able to understand the Daxia language and have simple conversations.

At first, they didn't know why the patrol team leader had brought them out; they were all busy with their own work at the construction site.

It wasn't until Chief Amon finished speaking in his tongue that many people's expressions changed.

"My fellow tribesmen, you have suffered greatly!" Amon stretched his hand across his chest and addressed his tribesmen with deep emotion, his expression showing a hint of excitement.

However, his thousands of tribesmen across from him all showed great indifference.

Some people even shouted immediately, "I'm not going back with you! I'm not going back!"

"Yes, whoever wants to go back can go back, we're not leaving. We're doing quite well here, we have enough to eat, and the work isn't too tiring."

Ammon thought he was hallucinating.

When he heard more than one person shouting "I'm not going back," his face immediately turned extremely ugly.

Xin Nian watched the commotion from the sidelines and almost burst out laughing.

What could be more embarrassing than going through all the trouble of traveling a long distance to pick someone up, only to be rejected?
This chieftain, Ammon, had been indulging in self-pity, rambling on to his people, only to have his words rejected entirely.

"Are you all insane! Don't you want to go back to your tribe's land?"

"Are you willing to stay here and continue to be free labor for others?"

"Do you really think that being unpaid laborers here is better than being in our own territory?"

Chief Amon's men also stared at their tribesmen in disbelief, and a series of questions came out of their mouths.

Several people from other races in the front row nodded in agreement, saying, "It's quite nice here!"

“That’s right. We’re all very skilled at the work on the construction site. What can we do elsewhere? We’d have to start all over again, and we don’t even know what kind of work we can do to make a living.”

Some of the tribesmen rolled their eyes at them with disdain, saying, "When you sent us here to work as laborers, you didn't even ask for our opinions!"

"Exactly! Do you think we're merchandise? You think you can just send us here and send us away like that? Bah!"

The crowd spat out "Pui!" repeatedly, turning Amon's face as black as ink, and he was so angry that his chest ached slightly.

These people are probably insane, or they have already been consciously assimilated by those treacherous and cunning Great Xia people!
"The grain you sent back then was mixed with sand and waste soil. Many of us got sick after eating it. They are still receiving treatment at the clinic!"

“You delivered grain a few times, but kept delaying the delivery afterwards. It was the base that made sure we had enough to eat and treated us the same as the people of Daxia.”

"If it weren't for the base feeding us, who would you be able to bring back by now? They would have starved to death long ago!"

"that is!"

A group of foreigners, speaking in broken Daxia language, argued and cursed at Chief Amon and his companions, leaving the surrounding onlookers dumbfounded.

This is hilarious.

Amon and his companions turned pale and then flushed, but the foreign laborers completely ignored them and turned away.

As they walked, the group muttered to themselves, "Let's go, let's go back to work." "What a waste of time."

Amon was so angry at their bizarre attitude that he almost vomited blood.

Turning his head to meet Xin Nian's cold gaze, A Meng gritted his teeth and said, "Sixth Miss, what do you think of this?"