C1715 Forcibly Taxed Rations

"Please give us some more time. We will find a way to gather the food. Xiu Lian is just a child... Master, please pity and let their family go! "

Just as Lu Shan walked into the hall, he heard Old Village Head's voice. He was begging a middle-aged man.

Lu Shan looked at the middle-aged man. He was in his fifties, and there were wrinkles on his forehead. There were silver threads on his temples