Ancient Wen Heng was swamped with work. Although this place was near the border, its neighbors were just a few tiny states that normally wouldn't dare to cross the line. There was a garrison commander stationed here, but it was a relatively relaxed post.
But the common people here truly lived at the mercy of the heavens.
Before his arrival, the locals had already harvested their grain. Because of the climate, they had also tilled their fields again and planted seasonal vegetables.
"Sir, because our region is hilly, the amount of land the common people own is limited. This is the tax revenue collected this year. We haven't had time to submit it to our superiors yet."
Ancient Wen Heng flipped through the tax ledger his subordinate had presented. "Why are there still arrears?"
'The expenses and income don't even balance. This is an absolute farce.'
