After sleeping all night, he told his family about the news from the county government office.

Then, soon the people in the family called over those families who had recorded the fields under An Que's name.

Those people were already a little afraid of An Que, fearing that he would raise their food again, so when they were called over, they still felt very uneasy.

However, when they heard An Que say that all the land would be returned to them, and their land would no longer be recorded in his name, these people all secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Here, they actually wanted to get it back a long time ago, but because An Que is a scholar, they couldn't talk to An Que directly.

Now that An Que brought it up by himself, how could they object?

And An Que didn't know what was going on in their hearts, and he looked down at everyone from above, talking loudly there.

"Uncles, I'm really sorry. I have no choice but to make this difficult decision. If the land is not returned to you, I'm afraid that I will not live in peace in the future. This scholar's name , and from now on... I hope all uncles can understand me."

He bowed to everyone to express his apologies, and seeing the unbelievable expressions on everyone's faces, he was secretly proud.

These people have relied on him all these years, and they have gained a lot of benefits. Now they can't get any benefits from him. It's really wonderful to look at their faces.

But he was also secretly aching in his heart. If those fields were kept in his name, he would be able to get a lot of money every year.

Now, seeing that the money no longer exists, how could he not feel pain?

But no matter how painful it is, you have to let go of what should be let go. The future is the most important thing. You know, the county magistrate is the one who likes him the most.

"But please don't worry, uncles. In the future, the county government will allow scholars to register your fields again. I, An Que, will never forget you." He assured again.

Uncles: "..."

An Que, you can quickly forget about us, we can't bear it!

Don't think that they really don't know anything. Over the years, they have handed over more food to An Que than what should be handed over to the county government. They are not stupid, okay?

If it wasn't because An Que was a scholar, maybe he would have a better future in the future. They didn't want to offend this person, who would want to be such a fool?

"Que'er, don't say that."

The leader, a middle-aged man, looked sad and raised his hand, wiping tears that didn't exist at all.

"Uncle knows that you have your own difficulties, so we can't make things difficult for you. Forget it, everyone should hurry up and deal with the matter of the land deed, so as to make a bright road for Que'er."

He didn't even bother to talk to An Que about excuses, so he turned his head away and called everyone to get down to business.

"Why don't we go to Lizheng now and let him do it for us? We can't let Que'er make things difficult for us."

The registration of the field under An Que's name was notarized by the county government. Naturally, Lizheng had to do it, so he proposed.

Moreover, seeing that the wheat in the field is about to be harvested, and the rice in the field should also be planted, they can still earn a small fortune by taking the land back at this time.

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