Seeing that Chen Yi's questioning held no malice, the old farmer gradually calmed down and replied, albeit awkwardly and fearfully, "The county... the county makes us do a lot of work, the land... can't be farmed."
Chen Yi remained impassive, and then asked, "Isn't the county's grain tax just one part in fifteen, with no labor during busy farming periods and assistance during the slack season, as decreed by the Prince Mansion?"
The old farmer opened his mouth but couldn't speak, and after a long while, dumbly asked, "Which... which county is that?"
"Just the nearest Wenshi County."
