It's already late September, the last few days of the autumn tiger. A dozen constables are driving ox carts, each covered with a canopy to prevent sudden rain from wetting the grain.
The constables were spotted by those working before entering the village, and no one dared to delay. Those who called for the village chief went to find him, and those who led the way did so. Almost everyone quickly returned home.
Jiang Hu also took his wife and children home and tidied up the house briefly.
When the constables collect the grain tax, they will inspect the house all over to see if there is any grain hidden away.
Of course, anyone with common sense wouldn't do such a thing, for if they are found hiding grain, they would have to pay fifty percent grain tax for the next three years!
