"Thank you? You are a student of the church, of course you should take good care of it."
Praia waved his hand indifferently, and when he mentioned this, the pastor just thought about another thing, "By the way... this matter, we need to discuss it with Ifrit... Well, Ross, please go and ask the steward. "
"Okay, teacher." Wu Qingchen walked out of the church.
As the core of village rule, Ifrit’s steward’s residence, like the church, is also in the central area of Akeli’s village.
In less than ten minutes, Wu Qingchen returned to the church.
"Good day, Praia." Following Wu Qingchen, Ifrit also stepped into the church.
Behind the steward, followed by his son and four police officers: "Come to me at this time, it should be the amount of tax increase in autumn, right?"
"That was indeed the case, but now..." Priest Praia shook his head: "It seems that we have to recalculate."
"Why? What's the matter?" Master Ifrit's expression suddenly became serious: "Did something happen?"
"Don't worry, it's a good thing..." Pastor Praia smiled: "Just now I talked about this with Ross and little Andre, and I feel that raising taxes is not the best way..."
Signaling Ifrit to sit down, Praia also sat on the seat in the front row of the church, and slowly said the idea of "turning taxes into fees".
"OK!"
The advanced experience from the 21st century of the earth is destined to be extraordinary.
Just listening to the beginning, Ifrit's eyes lit up. Halfway through, the steward's eyes lit up. After hearing all the ideas and specific operation methods, the face of this master was full of excited smiles. .
"good, very good!"
Ifrit Strike Festival praised: "Not bad, not bad, compared with this, the tax increase is really bad!"
Anyone can see the excitement of the steward.
How can you not be excited
Just look at the scene of the steward master at this time.
Ever since the news of the tax increase began to circulate in the village, the steward took his son with him no matter where he went, even if it was only a few minutes away from the church, he did not forget to bring four police officers with him.
This is the experience summed up by the blood and tears of the ancestors.
When he was about the same age as Andre, when Ifrit was watching the autumn tax collection, he saw with his own eyes that a certain well-behaved farmer stood next to the discovered grain storage hole and suffered several injuries. After whipping, he snatched a dung fork from a villager next to him, and stabbed Uncle Ifrit viciously into the chest.
The desperate look in the farmer's eyes when he walked to the grain storage cave step by step, and the fierce look in his eyes after making a decision, are still firmly engraved in Ifrit's heart even after so many years.
And this scene, in the eyes of Ifrit's father, is not the worst situation.
According to Ifrit's father, a village that announced the addition of "sun tax" and "rain tax" due to years of deficits, when the implementation began in autumn, the stewards, pastors, village heads, clerks, and police officers The leaders, as well as the agricultural officials, tax officials, heralds who went to supervise the tax collection, the lords and quasi-gentlemen of the whole village were stopped by the villagers and attacked, tied up with ropes found in the church and the steward's house, and burned alive into ashes.
The childhood nightmare has always lingered in Manager Ifrit's mind.
This time, the "honeycomb tax" that Akeli Village is expected to impose will increase according to the agreed results. Of course, the masters will get most of the derived income from the increase in buckwheat production, but they also deliberately leave a small part of the income to the villagers.
Logically speaking, this kind of win-win approach should not trigger too bad incidents, but no one can say for sure, whether there will be any villagers who should have watched the rolling section earlier, suddenly want to go crazy.
"So..." Looking at Ifrit's expression, Pastor Praia said, "You also agreed to sell honeycombs?"
"certainly!"
Steward Ifrit nodded without hesitation.
Even if it’s for the sake of relaxing the autumn harvest—every time it’s time to collect taxes, the prudent steward will deliberately wear a thick leather armor under his robe—Ifrit will agree with Priest Praia idea.
"it is good!"
Master Praia clapped his hands heavily.
In this way, the government and the party committee... well, the church and the secular have reached an agreement.
Next is the process of the Standing Committee.
afternoon.
There are reception rooms made of stones on all sides.
Priest Praia, Steward Ifrit, Wu Qingchen, O'Connor Zhuangtou, Clerk Thor, Chief of Police Espiel, Andre Jr., the seven giants of Akeli Village, sat around the wooden table.
Since the last time the parish guard announced the will of the church, Wu Qingchen has already obtained the qualifications for the village council, and because he has reached the age of "16", Wu Qingchen's seat is second only to the pastor and steward, and he has full qualifications. Authority, and has a fairly high right to speak.
However, at this meeting, Wu Qingchen's authority and right to speak did not allow much room for improvement. After listening to the strategy of "turning taxes into fees" explained by Pastor Praia, the participants in the reception room immediately agreed. The proposal was approved unanimously.
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After two days.
March 10, 0001.
Wu Qingchen entered the medieval world this round, the ninth day.
At noon, Wu Qingchen walked on a country path.
"Master Ross..."
In the distance, a villager stood by the side of the road.
Waiting for Wu Qingchen to pass by, the villagers bowed deeply: "My kind Lord Los, thank you for turning the tax increase into selling honeycombs."
"Well..." Wu Qingchen nodded: "Work hard, harvest more wheat in autumn."
This is what often happened when Wu Qingchen appeared in the sight of the villagers in the past few days.
After the discussion in the reception room, in the past two or three days, the management personnel of Akeli village frequently appeared next to the free people's land, pointing with sheepskin scrolls, according to the number of beehives, the distance from the land, and the increase in production of the land. The size of the data, the share of the original honeycomb tax and other data, carefully calculate the food that the villagers should pay to buy the honeycomb.
Whether they are in charge or in the head of the village, these managers in Akeli village all have their own close villagers. Intentionally or inadvertently, changes from tax increases to charges, as well as the general sales plan of the entire village, spread quickly. Come out and be informed by the villagers.
At the insistence of Pastor Praia and Ifrit, the food for the honeycomb was purchased at a level lower than the originally planned tax increase. The villagers could not imagine the effect of violent resistance in other villages. They only knew Wu Qingchen's persuasion Afterwards, the amount of food he needed to hand over dropped a lot.
At the same time, from the information disclosed by the management, the villagers also concluded that during the autumn harvest this time, there will be no more wolf-like police officers from other villages in Akeli Village, as long as they hand over enough grain to buy honeycombs , everyone can enjoy the remaining honeycomb production increase effect.
You don’t need to try your best to find time to dig holes; you don’t need to rack your brains and hide from neighbors in the middle of the night. As long as you work hard, you can put the extra food at home with peace of mind!
Under such circumstances, Wu Qingchen's gratitude can be imagined.
"Master Ross..."
A few more villagers bowed from afar.
Wu Qingchen nodded back, feeling pity in his heart.
Bear with me a little longer, it won't take long before I can truly face your gratitude calmly.
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Still on this day, in the evening.
Wu Qingchen walked into the church again.
Pray, review, teach, ride horses...
After a series of routine procedures, Wu Qingchen and Andre Jr. started to tidy up the church. Pastor Praia walked out of the side door. After a while, he came back holding a roll of sheepskin.
"Loos..." Priest Praia beckoned, "Come and see this."
"What's the matter, teacher?" Wu Qingchen walked over, took the parchment in the hands of Pastor Praia, and just glanced at it, Wu Qingchen could see that this is exactly what the villagers of Akeli Village have done after several rounds of discussions and adjustments recently. We buy a "price list" of cellular.
"Look carefully..." Pastor Praia stuffed the parchment into Wu Qingchen's hand: "Look at the people you promised, and see if there is anything wrong."
Wu Qingchen took a closer look. On the parchment, the first name was William/Moore, his family in the medieval world, followed by Zhuangtou O'Connor, clerk Thor, and police leader Esper. relatives, then the names of craftsmen such as plowman, handlebar, brewer, etc., and then old neighbors in the medieval world such as Richard, Freeman, and Old Holt...
According to the order of the list, from William/Moore's almost non-existent honeycomb payment, to the symbolic fees charged by the relatives of Zhuangtou and others, to the halved treatment of the craftsman's family... the honeycomb payment that villagers in the entire Aikeli village should pay , with distinct levels, growing all the way in an orderly manner.
"Um… "
Carefully matching the key objects marked by the staff group with this form, Wu Qingchen fine-tuned the number and positions of the three households of villagers, then raised his head: "It's almost like this."
"Look at it again." Priest Praia said, "See it clearly... If you don't say anything now, you will be sent to the parish and the baron's castle later!"
Wu Qingchen read it again, the speed reading and shorthand courses carefully guided by the training team, the results of Wu Qingchen's second browsing obviously will not change.
"Okay..." Pastor Playa took the scroll and said, "That's it... go and call Pamela."
"Okay, teacher." Wu Qingchen bowed slightly.
"Wait..." Just as Wu Qingchen was about to turn around and leave, Pastor Playa suddenly said behind him, "...Loos, don't go yet...Andre, go and call Pamela."
"Okay, teacher."
Andre bowed slightly and left the church quickly.
It was in the evening, and the setting sun slanted, spreading from the church door to the altar.
Behind the podium, under the shadow of the afterglow of the sun, Pastor Praia walked back and forth. After a long time, Wu Qingchen suddenly said, "Loss, do you want to see what the outside of Akeli village looks like?"
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