Du Lingcuo, Du Lingcuo, planted more than one hectare of fertile land. There was no rain and drought in March, and the wheat seedlings withered and died.
In September, it was cold in early autumn in first frost, and the ears of grain were green. The officer knew that he would not apply for a break, so he quickly enrolled and asked for an exam.
If you want to pawn mulberry fields, you have to sell them and pay the taxes stipulated by the government. What about food and clothing next year? Strip my clothes and silk, and take the millet from my mouth.
Abuse of people and things is a jackal. Why do you have to scratch your teeth and eat human flesh? I don't know who played the emperor, but the emperor is compassionate and knows the disadvantages of others.
On the white linen paper, there was a good cheer, and Gyeonggi released this year's tax revenue. Yesterday, Li Xufang came to the door and left the country with a ruler.
Ten taxes and nine taxes have been paid. I owe you my forgiveness!
Dunning bank
Year: Song Author: Fan Chengda Style: Category:
The money officer who lost the rent is even more anxious. She is knocking at the door.
Holding mixed words: "I came to camp drunk, too!" " "
The bag at the head of the bed is as big as a fist, and there are three hundred dollars in it:
I can't bear to get drunk with you. I'll pay for your sandals.
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