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Chapter 2 Tax Reform
The priest of Datie Village is an old lion, the head of Datie Village in the previous generation. If Alan hadn't been in charge, the old lion would have sold the cat slave even harder.

Allen narrowed his eyes and stared at the old lion priest, staring at the old lion's heart, and felt that the eyes of the village chief's eyes flashed fiercely.

The orc villagers at the scene were a little uneasy. What kind of drama does this black-hearted village chief want to play?

The cat's tail of the woman holding the cat-eared loli was trembling unsteadily, and she asked cautiously, "Master Village Chief, do we have to pay any price?"

"No, no, you don't have to pay any price. Datie Village needs a lot of labor. Selling people will only make our village weaker and weaker. Besides, selling daughters is a bad habit and an incorrect value of life. From now on, Datie Village will not allow any orcs. Sell ​​your daughter!"

Allen paused, and added: "The son can't sell it either."

The woman was taken aback when she heard the words, her mind froze.

The village head of the Great Demon King said just now that there is no need to sell his daughter anymore?
By the gods, Lord Alan must be crazy, he would never be so kind in normal times!

But she is crazy, she doesn't want to sell her daughter to those evil slave traders, even if she is given a silver dragon, she never thinks that selling her daughter is a matter of course, only the orcs on the street next to Laohuang think that Selling your daughter is very lucrative.

At this time, the old priest tapped the muddy ground with his crutches and said loudly:
"My lord! Lord Alan! You are the village chief who was airborne from Morning Glory Town. You have to think from the perspective of Morning Glory Town. Cat slaves are related to the interests of several adults in Morning Glory Town. If you unilaterally cut off the supply, I'm afraid it will have a bad impact on your position as village chief."

The old lion priest argued hard, the hairy lion face seemed to be covered with the word anger, and the lion tail behind him stood up straight, wishing he could go up and slap Allen twice.

In the end, the good quality of the priest made the old lion resist the impulse and only dared to glare.

After the villagers heard the priest's angry scolding, the hope that had been raised was instantly shattered, and their faces turned pale.

The priest is a position second only to the village head, and his words are iron orders. No one dares to object except the village head, and his reputation is illustrious.

The body of the woman holding the cat-eared loli swayed wildly, with a sad face and a wordless sigh.

She arched the little loli in her arms, buried her head and wept softly.

The cat-eared loli didn't know, so she wiped her mother's tears with her tender little hands, and coaxed her in a soft voice, "Don't cry, don't cry, my mother is crying like a big face, it's not good-looking."

For a moment, the audience fell into a sad atmosphere.

Allen inspected the audience and found that some orc villagers breathed a sigh of relief. They seemed to be thinking about Yiyinlong's subsidy.

Some orcs don't want to sell their children, and some orcs only care about the interests of that silver dragon, so ideological education has a long way to go.

After thinking about it, Allen resolutely said: "I've decided on the prohibition of selling children. Anyone who opposes it will be against me!"

The old lion laughed angrily. He didn't understand which game Alan was playing. In his opinion, giving up the cat slave economy was a fool's act, and cursed: "Alan, you must be crazy, go back to sleep now! If the superiors send someone Blame it, no one will feel good."

"I am the village head, you must listen to me. I said to cancel the policy of selling daughters, so I have to cancel it. I think you are old and out of your mind. From today onwards, you don't have to be a priest in Datie Village!"

Allen's words were fierce, and he was determined to kick off the old priest.

Grasp the authority of power, kick out any opposition, and concentrate power and resources to accomplish great things. Old stubbornness like the old priest will only hinder him from building, and there is no need to let him take care of things.

The old priest didn't know that Alan wanted to kill chickens and respect monkeys to gain prestige, so he thought Alan was crazy and was so angry that he was so angry.

"Hmph, without me as a priest, let's see how you manage Datie Village."

The old lion was furious, his long beard was blown loudly, and he turned and left on crutches.

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Old Will went back to his mud-brick house, upset and irritable, subconsciously pacing back and forth, his brows fluttered faintly, his lion's tail trembled uneasily, feeling that something important had happened.

"This guy, Allen, usually listens to me and does things. Why is he so abnormal today?"

"Leave him alone for a few days. If you can't manage Datie Village, you'll have to invite me out of the mountain sooner or later."

Old Will knows that managing a village is a great science, and Alan, who parachuted down from Morning Glory Town, is useless and only knows how to obey.

Now without his secret guidance, Allen would definitely not be able to manage a village. It is estimated that he will not be able to wait seven days, and he will be invited back in two days.

Old Will stood there for a while, then walked out of the room, went around a few times, and found Bloom, the dog leg who just came back from the meeting.

"Bloom, did Village Chief Alan slander me after I left?" The old lion looked gentle like an old father.

Bloom is a cat clan orc. He is 17 years old now, only one year younger than the head of Allen Village.

He looked flustered and preoccupied, but he saw the old priest's gentle and stable expression, and his restless heart quietly quieted down.

"Master Priest, the village chief didn't slander you, but he appointed a new priest." Bloom whispered.

"What, how dare he!"

When Old Will heard the words, he was furious, as if a mouthful of anger rushed into his throat, and he couldn't help but want to roar like a lion.

Bloom was taken aback when he saw the terrified expression on the priest's face, and suddenly became hesitant, "Also, and the village chief said that this year's tax will be reduced by half."

"Ah, the tax is cut in half!"

The old priest's eyes widened, and he couldn't help screaming, his face flushed with anger.

Lionheart Kingdom's taxes were [-]% originally, so it's outrageous to cut them in half.

"It's so stupid, can he change the tax? If the adults in Morning Glory Town hear about the tax change, both he and I will lose our heads!"

Old Will became more and more angry as he spoke, and immediately coughed violently.

He patted his chest, stopped coughing, stretched out his arm to be supported by Bloom, gritted his teeth, and said, "Take me to the village chief. Even if I die, I want to stop him!"

Bloom nodded slightly, helping the old priest to walk.

The two walked to the door of Alan's house and looked inside. It was empty and Alan was not at home.

After asking passers-by, they learned that Village Chief Ailun had gone to inspect the farmland.

"Let's go, accompany me to the farmland to train him. Taxation is a major national matter, and he cannot be allowed to change it without permission. By the way, you can bring some people along. If he is disobedient, then we can only tie him up and send him to Morning Glory Town In the prison." Old Will said with a fierce look in his eyes.

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