Yu Changhe and Sun Siyeye sat in the parlor, drinking tea and chatting.
Yu Changhe said, "I do have a way to avoid the household registration tax, but this method may be somewhat unjust to you all."
Sun Wuye responded loudly, "What's unfair about it? Just speak your mind!"
On this journey, they had endured countless hardships. When they received porridge at the Bohai City outskirts, they suffered countless insults from government officers. He couldn't even remember, and the watery porridge had sand mixed in it, yet they still ate it.
Right now, dignity and face are unimportant; survival is the most urgent matter.
Yu Changhe said, "The only way to avoid the household registration tax is for you to willingly sell yourselves into servitude, then sign an indenture contract with me. I will take it to the government for official stamping and archiving, so you can stay here openly and honestly."
