178 Corrupt County Magistrate
He had never attended school and wasn't very good at arithmetic, but he clearly remembered how much he had paid last year.
His youngest son had just turned five, not yet old enough to pay taxes, and his elderly mother was over fifty-six, which previously exempted her from the poll tax. So, the amount should definitely be less than last year's.
At this, the tax collector standing by suddenly said coldly, "The rules have changed this year, didn't you know? Now, seniors must be sixty years old to be exempt from tax! So, you still owe five hundred and five coins!"
"Huh?" The old man's face fell, his distress obvious. But in the end, he said no more. He obediently handed over the five hundred and five coins and left, crestfallen.
After the old man, it was Butcher Zhao's turn, who was waiting behind him.
Butcher Zhao, grinning foolishly, presented his household registry and the slip from last year's population count.
