"Huh!??"

Everyone in the audience shouted in unison.

The tax collector stared at the broken beam with a pale face and staggered back two steps: "Is this... is this a ghost?"

Su Wangting shrugged innocently: "Huh? Why did it break up again? Mr. Tax Collector, does this mean that God does not approve of this marriage?"

"Fuck your mother!!"

Su Wangting pointed to the broken beam and grinned: "But the marriage beam has been broken twice. According to custom, the marriage must be cancelled?"

"you!!"

The tax collector gritted his teeth and pointed at Su Wangting, and looked at the old man presiding over again.

The old man was quite steady. He coughed twice again and waved his hand: "As the saying goes, it only takes three times! It takes three times to count!!"

"But...but it seems there are no stone beams in our village!" the tax official said anxiously.

"It doesn't matter." The old man pointed to the broken beam on the ground, "As long as you are sincere, even half of the beam will do! Come on, re-erect this half of the stone beam. If it breaks again, it will count!"

Hearing this, the tax collector cast an admiring look at the old man and waved his hands: "Yes! As long as you want to be sincere, even a broken beam is the same! Come on, quickly put up the broken beam. If it breaks again, my son's marriage will be ruined."

Let’s give it up!!”

Su Wangting smiled and said: "Tax collector, how about I stop taking pictures and let the people behind you do it?"

"Fuck you! You kid won't be able to leave the village until your hands are swollen today!!" The tax official yelled again regardless of his image, and it seemed that he wanted to fight with Su Wangting.

But there is nothing he can do if he doesn't fight to the death.

Two stone beams were broken in a row. If the people were not afraid of his status as a tax collector, they would have been clamoring to break off the marriage.

So wherever you lose your face, you must find it somewhere.

Otherwise, where will his majesty be in the future?

After the broken beam was erected, the tax official did not ask Su Wangting to take pictures immediately this time. Instead, he cautiously looked around the broken beam.

Um.

The half stone beam is shorter.

Shorter means it is stronger and less likely to crack in the middle for no reason.

After looking back and forth twice, the tax collector nodded with satisfaction, pointed at Su Wangting and said angrily: "Come here and slap me hard! Hard, do you hear me?"

"oh."

Su Wangting walked forward expressionlessly and stood in front of the stone beam again.

Slowly raising his hand, Su Wangting said with a wicked smile: "Then, I took the photo?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! Shoot!!"

"oh."

That white palm, this time no longer just pressed on it, but actually slapped it down.

"Snapped!"

Not loud.

But Su Wangting's seemingly lazy shot did not look like he had used all his strength in the eyes of everyone.

But just perfunctory.

But this time, there was no "click" sound, and the half of the stone beam fell directly to the ground.

Broken in two again!

"Ah." Su Wangting jumped up and down, "I'm scared to death, why did it break again!!"

"Huh!?"

The tax collector's feet gave way and he almost fell.

"This...this, this, this...is this a ghost!?"

Then he looked at the old man in charge again for help.

The old man was dripping with cold sweat, scratched his head for a long time, and then said quietly: "Sir... sir, how about we give up on this marriage? This... this has been broken off three times. It seems that God is against this marriage."

"Fuck you!!!" the tax official was furious, pointing at the old man and the villagers at the table and yelling, "I don't care who is teasing me today, my son's marriage must go ahead!! If someone

If you dare to speak out against it, don’t blame me for making you unable to stay in this village!!”

The whole place was silent.

All the villagers lowered their heads one after another, how could they dare to oppose this tyrant in the village.

Although the tax collector of the royal palace does not have a high official rank, he holds an important position.

Local officials and wealthy households were very afraid.

This matter of concealing and underreporting taxes is very sensitive to the palace. Therefore, if the tax official wanted to punish them, it would be easy.

To put it bluntly, even if this tax collector acts arbitrarily, who in the local area would dare to offend him?

Report to the official?

joke.

Local officials are afraid that they cannot flatter the tax collectors enough, and ordinary people who dare to report to the officials are afraid of digging their own graves.

At this time, the old man in charge hesitated for a long time, and said with a smile: "Since...since you have spoken, let's skip the wedding ceremony and proceed with the marriage. Haha, of course no one dares to object to your family's happy event.

Yes, how can there be such a bold person?"

The tax collector spat at the stone beams on the ground, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Please show me some sense of identity! I'm holding a wedding today, and you all made me happy. What do you mean by looking so sullen!?"

"Their dark faces are because you don't follow the ancestral precepts and customs."

A faint voice came.

The tax collector turned around and saw the Sangmenxing, who had broken three stone beams in a row, glaring at him coldly.

"I think you are probably impatient. If it hadn't been a happy day for my son, I would have beaten you to death with a stick. Get out of here, you despondent thing."

Su Wangting raised the corners of his mouth and raised his hand to stop the old man who was about to announce the next part of the wedding.

The tax collector raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? Do you have to seek death?"

"No."

Su Wangting slowly shook his head.

"Since it has been a custom for thousands of years, it must not be changed."

The tax collector sneered and asked, "What do you mean?"

Su Wangting smiled and said: "According to my opinion, your stupid son will not be lucky enough to marry this girl."

The tax collector was stunned when he heard this, and the veins on his forehead jumped. Then he stamped his feet at the strong man and roared: "Beat this man to death!! Really beat him to death!!!"


Chapter completed!