Chapter 63 The Indifferent Village

Feng Jun was immediately confused when he heard this, and it took him a long time to ask, "What is a hidden household, and what is an escaped household?"

Sister Lang opened her mouth slightly and was very surprised. You could actually ask such an idiot question?

However, thinking about this man's strange clothes and looking at the various strange utensils around him, she felt that asking such a question seemed... not unacceptable.

So she explained patiently.

This place belongs to a country called Donghua, which has a government. If there is a government, there is a problem of tax collection.

For ordinary Li Shu, the government levied a poll tax, which was counted and collected through registered population.

Some people have no land and have taken refuge with a local wealthy family, hiding their identity. This is called a hidden household. However, some registered people have fled due to famine or other reasons and never want to go back. This is called a fugitive household.

Both of them have no legal status. Compared with those who have escaped from home, there is basically no problem in hiding because they are protected by someone, as long as they do not travel far away.

Therefore, in comparison, there are more adulterers and criminals among runaway households. If those runaway households with an innocent fortune really cannot survive, they can completely seek refuge with those wealthy households as hermit households. Only those who are unwilling to be exploited by large households can It's a serious runaway.

According to Sister Lang, her father originally wanted to thank Feng Jun, but he suspected that Feng Jun was a runaway, so he was unwilling to have more contact with him. If he found something wrong, should he take action to capture this person?

Feng Jun is not very averse to household registration management. He comes from a country where household registration management is quite strict. However, he is still a little puzzled by Lang Zhen's reaction. "Are the government's tracking of household evaders very strict?"

"It's not very strict," Sister Lang shook her head. There are still many people in Xiaohu Village who have no identity. Anyway, when the government comes to check, they just hide out. This place is inaccessible, and people from the government can't come twice a year. .

But she pointed out one point, "Many bad things are done by runaways. Why do they suspect you are a spy for bandits? Because this kind of thing has happened to other villages, but I know you are not that kind of person."

Feng Jun was completely speechless after hearing such a powerful reason. From this, he could understand why the villagers were so wary of him, "Is there a market town nearby?"

It took Sister Lang some time to figure out the meaning of the market town, so she said aloud, "One hundred and twenty miles away, there is a town called Shuangxi. There is a big market every half month."

There are nearly 10,000 residents in Shuangxi Town, which can be considered a small town on Earth. It is a lively place on weekdays. There is a small market every Friday, and people from nearby villages usually go there.

Every half month, there is a big market in Shuangxi Town, which is very lively. Even people from Xiaohu Village will rush there.

Speaking of which, Xiaohu Village is more than a hundred miles away from Shuangxi Town, and half of it is mountain road. However, Sister Lang said that for everyone, this little road is nothing. There are fields here and crops can be grown. is the most critical.

She expressed her cautious disapproval of Feng Jun's intention to go to Shuangxi Town, "There will be an identity check in the town, and the people there are very cunning and bad. They accept our mountain products very cheaply." .”

Feng Jun smiled, this so-called bad thing probably means that people in towns are smooth in doing things and are more interested in profit, right?

Then, he figured out the currency here. The currency system is also similar to that of the Ming Dynasty - although this place is called Donghua.

The base currency is a copper plate, which is a circle on the outside and a square on the inside. One thousand copper plates is exchanged for one silver dollar, which is the most expensive popular currency unit. If it goes up, one hundred silver dollars is exchanged for one tael of gold.

The purchasing power of copper coins here is also very strong. If you live in a market town, seven or eight copper coins are enough to ensure a person's food and drink for a day. Of course, this means that you can cook by yourself, and eating in a restaurant will definitely not be enough.

However, Sister Lang also said that people in Xiaohu Village basically do not use copper plates.

Everything they eat is grown in the fields, and the clothes they wear are cut from home-woven cloth. Only those items such as cookers and scissors that cannot be produced are purchased at the market.

Sister Lang also said that her father Lang Zhen said that if the green bamboo shoots picked this time were sold to a shop in the town, they might be sold for about ten silver dollars. If they were sold at the market, they might be sold for two. Ten to thirty silver dollars.

Yes, there was so much difference in price, otherwise she would think the people in the town were bad.

Feng Jun pondered for a moment before asking, "How much is that machete worth?"

Sister Lang answered excitedly that the machete was worth five silver dollars and was a very good knife.

As for how much the sword was worth, she didn't say, but she did say that the hedgehog thorn on Feng Jun's back would be worth at least fifty silver dollars if sold in Fucheng.

Feng Jun raised his brows slightly and asked in surprise, "A hedgehog's thorns are so valuable?"

"That's at the level of a spiritual beast," Sister Lang looked at him, wondering why this man didn't understand anything.

But she still explained patiently, "My dad said that hedgehogs like to throw their thorns around. The fallen thorns are not worth anything, only twenty or thirty silver dollars. This thorn of yours was taken out alive and has the spirit and blood of the spirit beast." , Fifty silver dollars is not much."

This is not bad. Feng Jun felt happy when he heard this. He had more than just such a spiritual hedgehog thorn in his hand.

He went to the place where the orangutan and the hedgehog were fighting and picked up nine thorns.

At that time, he didn't plan to sell this thing for money. He just thought that the quality of this thing was good, tough and sharp.

Of course, those nine thorns must be worth twenty or thirty silver dollars, but even so, it is still an unexpected wealth.

Thinking of this, Feng Jun couldn't help but regret a little. If he had known this was the case, he would have picked up the broken thorns.

The place where the two guys were fighting was turned upside down. Hundreds of hedgehog thorns were scattered. Feng Jun deliberately picked up the nine best-looking ones.

Sister Lang didn't know why he was happy, but she warned him solemnly, "The hedgehog's thorns are definitely more expensive than the green bamboo shoots I dug. You'd better wrap them up and don't let anyone see them again."

Only then did Feng Jun realize that the thing he wanted to sell might be a huge sum of money in the eyes of others, "Are there many people in the market who buy and sell by force?"

"It may be more, it may be less," Sister Lang replied in a confused manner.

However, she still explained, "Whether there are many people depends on whether you are strong or not. If you are strong enough, it will be a safe market."

What a simple philosophy of survival! Feng Jun couldn't help but sigh secretly, and then asked aloud, "If you sell Yaling green bamboo shoots, will you sell them to the public?"

"Of course... no," Sister Lang hesitated, then shook her head dejectedly, "My father is very powerful, but... he is not the most powerful. If he is sold publicly, he will most likely not be able to return to Xiaohu Village."

When Feng Jun heard this, he frowned slightly. It turned out that everything in the Xianxia novels was true. In a world where strength was paramount, killing people and seizing treasures was really too common.

But even so, he still couldn't help complaining, "The market in Shuangxi Town is a bit chaotic, isn't it? There is no order."

"Is it chaotic? I feel very good already," Sister Lang blinked and looked at him in surprise, "After all, there is order here... Although it's not very good, order is better than no order."

Feng Jun suddenly stopped talking. What you said made sense, but I was speechless.

He did not intend to accuse the other party of being tolerant of order, but just asked again, "Then, I can't go to the town to do business... unless I get an identity first."

"Probably... that's it," Sister Lang replied uncertainly. Although she is not young, she lives in Xiaohu Village, a closed mountain village most of the time. "Jia Xingwang's father is the village chief. I will go Ask him if he can help you get an identity."

"Don't look for that bastard," Lang Dadi said suddenly, "He forces the younger brother to call him brother-in-law. If the younger brother doesn't call him, he will kick the younger brother's ass."

Sister Lang's face suddenly fell to the ground, and she spoke gloomily, "Does this kid not want to live anymore?"

Just then, a voice sounded in the distance, "Sister, it's getting dark, why don't you go home?"

The speaker was none other than Jia Xingwang. He was standing dozens of meters away, holding a blue oilcloth umbrella in his hand and looking at the place with cold eyes.

When Sister Lang saw it was him, she pulled out the hatchet from her waist, opened her strong thighs, and walked towards him, "Asshole, you dare to kick my little brother's ass?"

Jia Xingwang originally had a gloomy look on his face, but when he heard this, he hurriedly laughed and said, "No, I was joking with him. I also gave him a piece of dried meat, little brother... Is that so?"

When the younger brother heard this, he cried out in grievance, "You only gave me a little bit, not enough for a mouthful."

Brother Lang's IQ is obviously a bit lacking, but as a child, you can't ask for too much.

But Sister Lang felt a little embarrassed when she heard this. She hesitated and then said coldly, "If you hit my little brother again, I will hit you too. At worst, I will also give you jerky."

Jia Xingwang was relieved when he saw that she didn't pursue the case anymore, but when he saw Feng Jun not far away, he became furious again, "Sister, this kind of stranger of unknown origin, you'd better get rid of him quickly, otherwise Don’t blame me for being rude.”

Sister Lang snorted coldly, "As guests of my Lang family, it's not your Jia family's turn to point fingers."

"I think you've lost your mind!" Jia Xingwang shouted angrily, "My family is going to give you a betrothal gift. You will soon be my Jia family's daughter-in-law. How dare you associate with such a person?"

"What kind of person am I?" Feng Jun was furious when he heard this. "Who am I? You are not qualified to comment. How dare a big-ass village chief dare to show off to me? I've made him angry. Believe it or not, I've done it." Kill your whole family?"

He was not so violent in the earth world, but the people in this dimension were very straightforward in their speech, with their contempt displayed directly on their faces, which was extremely unbearable.

Anyway, he has many methods, why are he afraid of such a stickman?