C1715 Forcibly Taxed Rations

"Please give us some more time. We will definitely think of a way to gather the grains. Xiu Lian is still just a child …" "My lord, please let them go in pity!"

The moment Lu Shan walked into the hall, he heard Old Village Head's voice and spoke to a middle-aged man imploringly.

Lu Shan looked at the middle-aged man