Undead Farm

Chapter 118 Taxation
Glutinous rice is a kind of rice. Unlike wheat, which is easy to grow in large quantities, the planting process of glutinous rice is cumbersome and delicate, so only experienced farmers in Tuntian District will grow it.

Although there is a small amount of glutinous rice circulating in the market, the quantity is small and the price is high, and ordinary families rarely buy it, especially in remote small territories such as Tianshi City.

Seemingly seeing the embarrassment at night, Weng Ling suddenly said: "In fact, maltose can be made without glutinous rice..."

"No glutinous rice?" Ye San was a little surprised.

"Well, don't we have potatoes there? I can make it with potatoes, but the sugar will not be very sweet and the taste will be a bit weird..."

"Oh, that's it." Ye Sangeng thought about it.

"Let's talk about this later, let's go back to Baiyan Village first."

Anyway, he was only slightly interested in things that could stimulate his sense of taste, just like the chili peppers he kept in his pocket all the time, and he just chewed a bite or two if he had nothing to do.

Ye Sangeng touched his pocket habitually, only then remembered that he had already sold all the peppers to Yu Dafu.

However, after Chili Pepper was sold, the cart was basically empty. Sha Wencheng, who was seriously injured, finally had to agree with the late night advice and put the cart on Gang Ya's back.

"Gang Ya, I'm sorry..."

Although Sha Wencheng felt a little ashamed to let his horse pull the cart, it was still better than covering his head and running dozens of kilometers.

And Yu Dafu also expressed the idea that he might move to Baiyan Village, but there are still some things that have not been dealt with, and he will have to wait for a while before going.

Five people sat on the cart at midnight, clinging tightly to the edge of the cart, comfortably feeling the breeze blowing on their cheeks. I have to say that the speed of Gangya was indeed incredible, at least it was much faster than them. .

Watching the big black faces of the soldiers at the gate of the city gradually fall behind them, several people in the car looked at each other's tightly wrapped bandages, and couldn't help laughing heartily.

……

Tianshiling didn't do anything bad when it handed over Baiyan Village. The fixed buildings remained intact. As for the population, there are only more than 50 villagers who have not moved away.

Ye Sangen walked among the group of people, frowning.

The remaining people are indeed the same as those in Luolan City at the beginning. They are all old, weak, women and children. It seems that the young and strong went to work elsewhere, while the old and weak stayed here.

"Lord Weng, may I ask how the tax is collected?" A trembling old man came out with a cane and asked.

Looking at the group of villagers behind him who had packed their luggage, it was obvious that he was threatening Weng Ling to leave immediately if the answer did not satisfy them.

Weng Ling looked at Ye San Geng with some embarrassment.

Ye Sangeng coughed and stood up:

"The tax that Luo Lan receives is not high. The settlement tax is fixed for one person and one gold, the land tax is nine out of ten, and the transaction tax is not charged for one copper."

"Such a high tax is not high?!" Those old men and women stared wide-eyed.

The taxation rights of the Sacred Stone Continent are delegated to the lords, and the titles can be configured by themselves. They only need to regularly hand over a part according to the area of ​​the territory to the higher level, that is, the principality to which they belong.

This has led to a considerable amount of rights in the territory, and also puts forward quite high requirements on the management ability of the lord.

After all, there have been many examples in which the woolen mattresses of the lords could not continue to develop in the territory, and even the lords could not do it after losing all the title deeds.

The settlement tax proposed in the middle of the night is a new type of tax.

But everyone wanted to have more and more people under their control, but it was a good thing for him. If he wanted to settle down, he had to pay a gold coin first.

are you crazy!

Do you have to pay for residency?Is this driving people away?

Moreover, this field tax is even more cruel and inhumane. What is the concept of drawing nine out of ten?
After planting one thousand kilograms of wheat, you have to give up nine hundred kilograms, and you can only have one hundred kilograms left. The more you plant, the more you pay. The question is, how much can these old arms and legs grow?

"You are more ruthless than a stone skin! You are a vampire, a bone gnawer! Are you afraid of being punished by God for doing this?" An old man pointed at Ye San and cursed more fiercely.

Shi Dagang also paid heavy taxes to support his Tai Sui, but at least they were used for the land title competition. At least people can still live. This tax law enacted in the middle of the night is simply forcing people to die.

"If you can't afford it, you don't have to stay here. I didn't tie you up to let you go. Besides, I don't even collect transaction tax, which is already very kind." Ye Sangeng shrugged.

The general territory transaction tax was the bulk of the tax, but he did the opposite, but the villagers couldn't appreciate it.

They can't even pay the settlement fee, so they have a good deal?

"Good good!"

The old man who seemed to be the leader was trembling with anger, and looked at Weng Ling.

"Lord Weng, do you also mean this?"

Weng Ling glanced at the indifferent Ye San Geng, bit his lip and nodded fiercely.

"His words are mine!"

"Bah! Raccoons of the same feather! It seems that when I was young, I said you were a white-eyed wolf, and I was right. An illegitimate daughter..."

Boom!
Ye Sangeng drew out his long sword, and flicked the blade with narrowed eyes: "If you can't talk, talk less, unless you don't want to talk anymore in the future!"

The old man was startled when he saw the shining long sword, and quickly waved his stick at the people behind him with a blue face.

"What are you waiting for, do you pay the settlement tax? Go!"

"Xiao Qu'er, are you leaving too?" Weng Ling suddenly called to a woman in the crowd.

It turned out that Xiao Qu'er also mixed in with this group of people, holding the child with a look of bewilderment.

"Ah, Weng...Lord, I can't pay the settlement tax, so let's go."

"I can help you." Weng Ling frowned.

Xiao Qu'er shook her head, glanced at the old men who turned their heads and stared at him, and tightened the dolls on her body.

"No, there's no need. My husband has already arrived in Tianshi City. I'll go find him."

Weng Ling sighed: "Okay, come and play with me when you have time."

After the group of cursing villagers finished walking, Weng Ling glanced at the empty streets around him and felt a little silent.

The territory is bigger, but there are still a few of them.

"Don't worry, people will come here again soon."

After Ye Sangen said something mindless, he waved away a group of goblins and began to plow the harvested wheat fields in preparation for planting in the coming year.

Since the title deed competition is held after the harvest, this will also try to eliminate the hatred of those residents who were forced to relocate, but he doesn't care about this.

Is nine out of ten too much?
My goblin didn't even make a sound!
It is very simple to grow the improved wheat. Just throw it into the ground and cover it with a thin layer of soil and water it. After it germinates, you don’t even need to care about it, and it will mature naturally.

However, the yield will also be reduced accordingly, but with the guidance of Weng Ling, a senior farmer, this problem is no longer a problem.

Baiyan Village has a large area that can be planted. Seeing that it couldn't be completed at midnight, Sha Wencheng was waved over.

"Go, let's go to our mining area to have a look!"

(End of this chapter)