The time goes back for two months.
In Cold Wind City, the Winter Hall of the City Lord's Mansion. This is the temple of the goddess of frost, Oluer.
The long-legged family was driven out of the city by the powerful in the city a few months ago, and its huge mansion and temple were occupied by the Arad family.
The porch and columns support the huge space of the temple. The floor is a whole piece of ice, translucent and slippery. Even in summer, snow will fall from time to time in the temple, and there are statues and murals that invade the earth in winter.
Many statues are completely frozen, there are trees, flowers, various animals, and some people. They are lifelike and rich in posture, but they are already dead.
Olure is fickle, vain, cold, and has no mercy. She likes to torture believers to go crazy with gentle and comfortable visions, and freeze them to death in the end.
In order to please this bitterly cold master, the works of art created by believers are full of chills, as if everything in the world is meaningful only in severe winter.
Zhou Qingfeng stood in front of a mural called "Embracing Frost", looking up to admire the female believer who took off all her clothes on the painting, and ran barefoot and barefoot, accepting the test of the biting cold wind.
"Tsk tusk tusk, Ouluer is really perverted. He actually figured out this way to test his faith. The style of this female believer is quite exaggerated. It seems that all the gods like to play this set."
The voice was not deliberately lowered, at least it was heard by Todd and Old Borg who were nearby. The two hurriedly avoided as if being electrocuted, looking back at Zhou Qingfeng but nothing happened.
The dwarf witch doctor scratched his bald head and asked Todd in a low voice: "This kid has blasphemed in the Frost Maiden's temple. Why isn't he being struck by lightning?"
Todd shook his head naively, "I don't know. Probably because he believes in'Grandpa Mao'."
Old Borg was even more confused.
The orc shrugged, "Victor said that believing in'Grandpa Mao' has money, which is probably true.
When I first saw him, this kid was so poor that he couldn't even take out a copper plate. But look at how rich he is now. 'Grandpa Mao' must be a powerful supernatural power. "
Oh... Old Borg seems to understand. But he still shook his head, "I will still have to stay away from this kid in the future, lest he be involved in lightning strikes."
The three teasers stayed and whispered blindly, while hundreds of people were squeezing in the hall of the temple.
Old Allard stood on the big platform in the center, holding a riding boot from nowhere, smashing the platform heavily, and shouting repeatedly: "Silence, silence, you all give me silence!"
Hundreds of people didn't care about old Allard, so the noise should continue to be noisy. The scene was like a vegetable market. The rich and powerful in the city gather here every day, wasting time and saliva, and can't do anything.
This is the cold wind city that drove away the long-legged family. The dignitaries headed by the old Allard thought they could get more benefits, but finally found that managing a city was far more complicated than imagined.
Although he has harvested a large amount of real estate left by the Long-legged family, the real estate cannot be eaten or drunk. Without effective management, it is a pile of dead objects.
On the contrary, Zhou Qingfeng pitted the long-legged family and the rich and powerful in the city, desperately purchasing materials and population, and building territories with all his strength.
After about half a year from last winter, the "Fu Qiang Ling" reclaimed more than 5,000 mu of land. After the arrival of spring, planting and farming began in the territory.
The poor in the Northland were forced to learn how to be farmers.
Irene, the tree spirit, learned scientific methods of farming from the real world, and also brought in many good seeds.
The first fast-growing vegetables have been harvested and marketed. The first sown soybeans are also growing well, and oil can be squeezed after two months. You can plant winter wheat until June.
On the other hand, the dignitaries in the city didn't do anything all winter, and watched the slaves in their farms starve to death and freeze to death. For them, this is something that happens every year, not surprising.
Even because of the departure of the long-legged family and the shelter of the'rich and strong collar', most of the poor ghosts who died last winter were fewer, and there was no need to expand the cemetery.
By the way, because Faerun's calendar is too messy. Zhou Qingfeng simply took the time of his arrival in another world as his first year, and asked Sophia to re-program a set of chronicles.
It is mid-April of the first year of the new calendar.
Without the Long-legged family, Coldwind City has become a completely chaotic city, where the lords govern themselves.
It sounds like it's not related to each other's lives, no one is in the way of others. But without the real ruler, the contradictions among the powerful quickly became extremely acute.
Every family is not good, and has been fighting for several times. There are more dead and loss of property than the long-legged family who drove away.
Old Allard realized that the situation was deteriorating, and he had to create a ruling agency to manage the city and deal with conflicts. So...
The Coldwind City Council appeared.
It is also divided into the House of Lords and the House of Commons.
Old Allard was elected as the Speaker of the Speaker by everyone, and every day he knocked on the table in the Winter Hall with a small hammer and shouted'quiet'. Today, his hammer went nowhere, so he found a riding boot instead.
But even if he shouted loudly, no one in the council would listen to him.
City management requires taxes, but everyone in the council is unwilling to pay. Everyone unanimously decided to collect taxes from the civilians in the city, but the money collected was not much, and they were corrupted before entering the warehouse.
Tax collection is a trivial matter, and power distribution is even more troublesome. Everyone wants to be a member of the parliament, and they are desperately forming cliques. The result is that there are daily meetings to discuss topics, but no resolutions.
Even if there is a resolution, it will not be implemented. Everyone wants to take advantage. There is nothing to satisfy everyone.
Zhou Qingfeng had long expected that this group of powerful and powerful people would mess things up, and he never came during the parliamentary elections.
When other dignitaries tried their best to get a seat in the House of Commons, the old Allard directly gave him the position of deputy speaker.
"Your Excellency Hugo, you must join the parliament."
"I just want to do business. The Harmony Chamber of Commerce is willing to serve everyone. Council, forget it."
"No, no, you must come."
"I'm not good at politics either."
"Stop nonsense, you have a bad stomach, and you are better at this than anyone else."
Old Allard personally ran the'rich and strong leader' three times, or whatever, he was forced to ask Zhou Qingfeng out of the mountain.
Now only he can unite the families of Cold Wind City closely, after all, everyone has to do business with the Harmony Chamber of Commerce.
Zhou Qingfeng came to the Winter Hall today, only to realize that there were a total of eight deputy chairpersons, and that this post was not worth any money at all. And he, the deputy speaker, is responsible for the most troublesome work.
"Your Excellency Hugo, your business is recognized by everyone. So you are responsible for collecting taxes." The first task the old Allard gave to Zhou Qingfeng was so difficult.
After all, I can't do anything if I don't have money, and no one pays the tea fee for the assembly.
More than 100 nobles used to receive annual salary from the long-legged family. But now, whether the wizard group or the nobles, they can only make money to support themselves.
I don't know that Chai Mi is expensive if you are not in charge, and some people are beginning to regret that they shouldn't drive away the original'boss'.
Regarding tax collection, others feel that it is a hot potato, and no one is willing to take over. After all, it is too troublesome to collect money, and it is easy to offend people.
So Zhou Qingfeng reluctantly took the financial power of Coldwind City in his hands-this power was still forced over.
After Vice Speaker Zhou came to power, he directly announced the exemption of the head tax, instead of charging a commercial tax based on the price of goods, with a basic tax rate of 10%.
This tax is all collected by the "Harmonious Chamber of Commerce", and anyone who does business with the Chamber of Commerce must pay the tax.
Unsurprisingly, this resolution was a direct blow to the parliament.
Zhou Qingfeng took Todd and Old Borg to admire the paintings in the Winter Hall. The councillors in the hall were discussing whether the tax rate was appropriate.
As a result, everyone discussed and discussed, but found that the "Harmonious Chamber of Commerce" has penetrated into all business activities in Cold Wind City.
Financial restraint is already in place. No one wants to withdraw from a convenient and cheap trading system, because the loss is even greater.
As a result, members of the upper and lower congressmen initiated motions to demand tax exemptions for the nobles. Zhou Qingfeng directly refused-the officials and the gentry should take the grain together, and no one should even want to run.
However, the poor in the city can get relief, and they have no money anyway.
When they found out that they had to pay taxes on every transaction, the lawmakers were so painful.
On that day, more than half of the congressmen collectively asked for the removal of Victor Hugo's vice-chairman-the removal was very successful, and Zhou Qingfeng patted his butt and left.
Only after three more days of arguing, the full-headed old Allard ran to the "rich and strong leader" to invite Zhou Qingfeng-Your Excellency Hugo, it seems that you can only do the tax collection.
It's really impossible to have no money!