“Now that you’ve settled down, you’ll have to pay head tax, miscellaneous taxes, and perform corvée labor. Things are getting increasingly unstable these days. The government might call for conscription any time now. You’re young, strong, an orphan with no family ties – a perfect candidate for the draft. If anything happens to you, at least you won’t have to worry about funeral expenses!”,The old man carefully peeled back the layers of cloth, a beam of sunlight slanted in from under the eaves, reflecting a golden ray that momentarily blinded Yang Ge.,The old man, seeing his appearance, let out a sigh of relief and said lightly, "I knew it was yours."。