As Jiang Hu expected.
The constable collecting the grain tax came in the morning and left by noon. In the afternoon, Liu Yang arrived at their home.
After some small talk, he indeed asked how much Jiang Hu's family harvested this year.
At that time, Jiang Hu was fixing a hoe. Although the corn and sorghum had been harvested, and the stalks had been brought back, the field hadn't been tilled yet. Once the hoe was fixed, the work could be done quickly.
Jiang Hu generously and straightforwardly shared the amount, but he subtracted the four to five hundred pounds stored in the cabinet indoors, and casually pointed out that the rest was over there for Liu Yang to see for himself.
The room where the grain was stored wasn't locked, in fact, it was half-open. Liu Yang didn't hesitate and went in to take a look.
As he came out, he glanced a few times towards the entrance of the bedroom, although he didn't go in.
