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The title deed IOU was not taken away by the undead, and Captain Miles could think of the reason.

At any rate, he also spent a few days in the New City Hall, and he still has some understanding of the policies of the undead regime... especially the land policy that the outside world talks about most, which is considered incredible and unacceptable.

As long as the territory conquered by the undead, except the land owned by the church, the rest of the land will be privately transferred to the public and owned by the local government; up to the lords (including the two big lords Charlie Rex and Colson O'Neill) No one is allowed to own private land.

All individuals or collectives can only obtain the right to use a certain piece of land through legal transactions, transfers, gifts, etc.; and this right to use is not only regulated by the number of years, but also by the use of the land—for example, the land designated as farmland Land is not allowed to be used to build houses, manors, or factories.

Captain Miles is well aware that this kind of anti-heavenly land policy will inevitably lead to a wild backlash from the fiefdom nobles...however, the local nobles who implement this kind of public land policy have already suffered from disasters, and they don't have the strength to fight back.

As for whether the common people accept this land policy - this is not a big problem.

Miles is also a member of the night watchman system, and he is well aware of the tricks of the nobles... Even if he does not have the sprout of class consciousness subjectively, he also understands a truth: as long as there is no big landlord (noble) Instigation , organization, unified caliber, and money to clear the way, it is difficult for civilians to come up with any decent resistance.

As a last resort, there are not many idiots who are willing to risk their own lives to help others fight for their future; civilians are only short-sighted, but not really stupid.

After sorting out the pros and cons, Captain Miles shook his head, carried the box to the living room, and stuffed all the papers inside into the fireplace.

As soon as the land decree of the new city hall came out, these old house deeds and land deeds were no different from waste paper; as for the IOUs, the Bud family was kidnapped, and his owner probably couldn't escape, let alone keep it.

But if these things are picked up by someone with a heart, maybe they will have other ideas, such as taking advantage of the gap before the release of the new city hall policy to commit fraud or something... Captain Miles thinks it should be destroyed.

When Captain Miles burned a box of waste paper and walked out of the big house, the farm workers outside looked at him eagerly.

Captain Miles thought for a while, decided to announce his identity to stabilize people's hearts, and said in a deep voice: "I am Miles, the night watchman of Creek City. The farmer Bud violated the Rhine Constitution and was ordered to be arrested by the new city hall. , The undead are just performing the task of arresting."

More than 40 farm workers from multiple villages were stunned.

"...Afterwards, the officers of the new city hall will come to take over the farm here and announce the punishment for the Bard family." After a pause, Captain Miles raised his voice and said loudly and forcefully, "According to the new city hall According to the government's policy, the houses and land that Bud took from the local villagers by means of extortion will all be returned to the original owners; the debts owed to Bud by the local villagers voluntarily or passively will all be cancelled."

The crowd exploded with a "boom", and all the farm workers rushed towards Captain Miles in excitement, disbelief, and anticipation.

"Is it true what you say, sir?"

"Can my family's field really be returned to my family?"

"My son was tricked by Bud's valet to play cards and lost a lot of money, can those not be counted?"

Captain Miles can understand the feelings of these people very well. Bud Farm is operating at almost zero cost. The salaries paid to the workers are often recovered by Bud in various ways, and they will always be multiplied. Take it back twice.

For the people who had to live with such despicable neighbors, Captain Miles was full of pity and explained tirelessly: "Please rest assured, ma'am, the decree of the new city hall has actually been announced in the city, but it hasn't been circulated yet. Forget it, illegal gains are not protected...Gambling debts are not legal debts, of course they don't count, but your son can no longer participate in gambling, this is something that is explicitly prohibited by the new city hall..."

He introduced the policies of the new city hall in plain language that ignorant villagers could understand. Captain Miles simply left in a hurry, let the farm workers return to their village, and called all the villagers to share the spoils... Well, Divide up the legacy of Bard Farm.

The operators in the town didn't follow the undead to seize the farm on the spot, probably letting the locals pick it up.

But the town's operatives probably didn't expect how good this black-hearted bastard, Bud, was at making money—he had already been ransacked by the undead, taking away all valuables, and taking away all large livestock (cows) , horses, sheep), there is still a lot of oil and water left.

Captain Miles glanced casually at the full barns, and couldn't help worrying about what kind of trouble would happen if the local villagers were allowed to divide them up.

Seize the time to distribute the food, fabrics, chickens, geese and other poultry, furniture, farm tools and other property leaked from the fingers of the undead. Captain Miles bid farewell to the villagers who enthusiastically retained him for lunch, and hurried down An investigation site - he was in charge of the background investigation of the senior soldier, which had not yet been completed.

It wasn't until late at night that Captain Miles, who had been traveling all day, dragged his tired feet and rushed to Wilkie Town under the moonlight to spend the night.

As soon as he arrived near the gate of the town, Captain Miles forgave the "negligence" of the operator who was sent to the town...

"...It's not easy for you either."

Difficult to divert his attention away from the thousands of hungry cattle and sheep (and a few horses) that filled the temporary cattle and horse market outside the town, and Captain Miles looked sympathetically at the town in charge. working staff.

The operator who had just brought a cart of feed over wiped the sweat that dripped down his chin, half of his face was stained with muddy water on his hands, and panted with a wry smile: "I can't help it, the undead are so efficient... six farms, The four cultist strongholds were wiped out in half a day, and we didn’t even have time to recruit temporary workers—come on, I won’t tell you, I have to hurry to get fodder.”

After unloading the feed, the operator drove the carriage and left in a hurry.

Captain Miles silently watched the carriage drive into the town, and then turned his gaze to other places.

There are only a dozen militiamen guarding the cattle and horse market, which is about the size of two civic squares.

The two militiamen who helped unload the fodder quickly spread the fodder into the cattle, quickly picked up the shovel, pushed the wooden flatbed cart, and got into the cattle to shovel the manure...

Thousands of cattle and sheep can be eaten and pulled. Captain Miles glanced at the edge of the cattle and horse market, and he could see a hill-like manure pile...

Captain Miles withdrew his gaze, pinched his nose and strode into the town.

Although he is very helpful, but this kind of busyness... is still a bit reluctant.

Wilkie Town is relatively close to Creek City, and the town has relatively sufficient electricity, and there are street lights on both main roads.

Walking along the road to the town hall, Myers silently forgave the "slack" in the work of the town's operators once again - the town hall is almost becoming a temporary prison, and almost all the rooms have been converted into cells; From far away, the prisoners locked inside could be heard cursing, begging and crying, screaming and threatening... the noise was louder than the cattle and horse market outside the town.

As for the person in charge of taking care of the hundreds of prisoners and taking confessions... there is still only one operator and more than ten militiamen.

"Is Captain Miles busy with the investigation around here? Thank you." The sweaty operator found time to meet Miles, and said with apology, "There are no more rooms in the town hall, the family hotel next door Should be able to call..."

"——No, it's because you've worked hard." Miles said with a dry smile, "Don't worry, I'm not that tired... You seem to need help here?"

The operator's eyes lit up, and he dragged Miles to the town administration building without saying a word, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word: "It's really great that you are willing to help, I am dissatisfied with you, the undead brought back a very important clue , in order to avoid leaking the news, we have to quickly obtain confessions from those diehards..."

Captain Miles, who was caught off guard, just stayed up all night like this.

When it was almost dawn, among the few core members of the "Whisperer" sect captured by the undead, only one who couldn't stand it let go and confessed.

The red-eyed operator staggered out of the interrogation room with the prepared statement, sent the task of catching people to the eternally energetic undead, staggered back, and called Captain Miles to have breakfast.

Due to the shortage of manpower, the logistics department did not have time to transfer people to Wilkie Town. The operators and militiamen who served as outposts could only bring their own dry food - a pack of Tarantan instant noodles, plus a serving of Innadine. The small package pickles produced.

After two or three breakfasts at the foot of the mountain, the operator had to bring a few militiamen to prepare breakfast for the prisoners - instant noodles cooked in a large pot in bulk (packed in a box, only noodles without seasoning packets), plus some bought from vegetable farmers on the street Additional vegetables such as radishes and potatoes.

The prisoners who can be captured and locked up in the town hall must have a good life in the past, and the radish and potatoes without ingredients can't satisfy the mouths of these people at all; When the cooked food was delivered upstairs, the "Master" and "Madam" who used to be pampered and pampered in the past reacted to everything, and almost spit on the operator's face.

Captain Miles looked a little annoyed, but the operator looked indifferent.

After breakfast was delivered, the operatives led the militiamen to re-separate the prisoners into different rooms. The male and female prisoners who were previously held by families were separated, and children under the age of 12 were brought out to settle down...

When it was almost noon, Captain Miles took advantage of the break and asked in confusion: "A person like you has done the work of several people, do you have no complaints in your heart?"

The operator smiled, but didn't answer directly, but mentioned something else: "I'm Innatrix, Captain. I used to work for the Bartles family, and I was very free at that time."

"You should be able to guess that it's not that Innadril didn't have any work to do, but that at that time - the city hall didn't care about many things." The operator said with a sarcasm on his face "At that time, Lord Lord, Mr. Mayor, oh, and my former boss, these decent people only need to maintain their relationship with each other and appear as dignified as possible in front of others. Don't bother to worry about it."

The operator, who only rested for a few minutes before thinking about returning to work, stood up rubbing his sore arms, and smiled frankly at Captain Miles: "Sometimes I can't help but complain about the lack of manpower and the lack of work. There are too many children, but if you want me to go back to the old days, I don't want to, that kind of life is really meaningless... It's better now, at least it can prove that I am still valuable."

"Oh... I'm really sorry to say that it took up your time again in the morning. We should be able to hold on from now on. You can go about your business, captain."

"...It's okay, I was planning to leave at noon." Captain Miles seemed to have something touched in his heart, and he replied after a while.

Watching the sleepless operator walk out of the room, energetically calling the militiamen to continue working, Captain Miles was stunned for a while, with a relieved smile on his face.

He suddenly understood why Captain Mace firmly said that he "will be fine", and then persistently pulled him to work for the new city hall.

Apparently, Mace was right.

The faces of the young soldiers who shivered but looked at him with anticipation flashed through his mind, as well as the smiling faces of the villagers who avoided disputes because of his participation in presiding over the allocation... Captain Miles' cracks had already appeared, and he did not know when it would be The torn soul seems to have gained some kind of reassuring power, and gradually regained its stability.

"Okay—keep investigating."

Captain Miles patted his thigh, stood up, picked up the box on the side, strode out of the room, and stepped into the sunlight.