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Chapter 4 Long Live Lord Allen
Seeing Alan frowned slightly, Old Will continued to persuade: "You should think about it clearly, tax cuts will not do you any good."

Allen shook his head, "Since I am the head of a village, I have to think about the villagers and not watch them starve."

He paused, looked straight into Old Will's eyes and said, "Doesn't your conscience ache when you see [-]% of their hard-earned food being exploited?"

Hearing such righteous words, the old priest wanted to say that of course he was not sad. He is a landlord class, and it is only natural for him to eat the food sent by the people.

It's hard to understand Allen's thinking, a pariah is a pariah, and they should always be a pariah, the old priest wanted to answer like this.

However, when a group of farmers looked at them with ill intentions, the words on their lips changed to: "Don't avoid the important ones, wait until the people from Morning Glory Town come down to collect taxes, how do you explain it?"

"No need to explain." Alan paused and said: "As long as you pay enough taxes, as long as you don't say anything, and everyone doesn't say anything, Morning Glory Town doesn't care what your tax percentage is. They only care about their own one-third of an acre of land. As long as the amount is enough, don’t you usually use this method to evade taxes?”

Hearing this, Old Will looked unhappy, and he resolutely refused to mention his tax evasion, and turned the topic back to the right path: "You cut the tax in half, and you can't pay the tax at all. Do you really think that your fattening The method can make up for the lost tax.”

"Of course, I believe that grain production can definitely increase. After all, the grain yield per mu in Datie Village is too low. As long as we operate scientifically, we can greatly increase it."

"As for you not believing it, that's none of my business."

After Allen finished speaking, all the farmers present felt in the fog, and only understood one thing.

Allen said that food can increase production, and it is still half taxed.

The priest said, it cannot be half-taxed.

In short, the old priest is the lion blocking the way against the tax reform. After the peasant uncles figured it out, they straightened their necks, raised their right hands and clenched their fists, and shouted violently: "Lord Alan, we firmly support you!"

"Resolutely support the village chief, long live the half tax!"

The orcs in the distance were far away, and they couldn't hear what they were talking about, so they didn't understand why.

Since you don’t know what to say, just follow the roar and you’re done:
"Long live the half tax!"

"Long live the half tax!"

The loud shouts at the scene spread one wave after another, from ten meters to a hundred meters, and then into the big iron village, and then the whole village echoed this resounding slogan.

The old priest's face was slightly pale, he stepped back, his lips trembled, "Crazy, you are all crazy!"

Bloom paled even more, feeling himself against the whole village.

Is he wrong?

Bloom shuddered at the thought of Howth's roar and the closed doors of every house.

Leaning on crutches, Old Will resentfully left the farmland with the four orcs.

"Master Priest, many villagers in the village support the village chief's new policy, what should we do?" Bloom's old friend asked in confusion.

In less than half a day, the center of power in the village was fully tilted towards the village chief, which was extremely detrimental to the priest party.

Normally, as long as you please the priest, you can reduce the tax by half. Now that the village chief's new policy comes out, everyone will receive half of the income. Everyone is equal, and the effect of pleasing the priest is much weaker.

However, the old priest is an old priest after all, and if he pleases the priest, he can always get extra care at certain times.

The old priest's face was cloudy and uncertain, "You are smarter, go north along the river, go to Morning Glory Town to find the mayor, or any adult in the castle, you can say that Village Chief Alan intends to violate the tax law .”

"But I don't have a token to prove myself." The little clever ghost said in fear.

Old Will nodded: "I'll go back to my room and write a certificate for you. You must personally send the Lord of Morning Glory Town!"

"Okay, okay." The little clever ghost grumbled, feeling that he had picked up a hot mountain yu.

A few people hurried back to the old priest's house, leaving the four orcs guarding the door. The old priest entered the house alone, found paper and ink, and wrote down the relevant evidence of Village Chief Alan on the jute paper.

A few minutes later, Will hurried out of the house, only to see Alan standing at the door.

Behind him, a dozen cat clan orcs formed a row, and the four orcs in Bloom had already been held up by several big men.

"Old Will, what did you write in your hand, can you let the village chief have a look?"

Allen grinned, his white teeth seemed to glow, which made Old Will feel dazzling.

"You, what do you want!" Old Will took a step back, straightened his waist, and firmly grasped the wet paper.

Allen's jaw moved slightly, indicating to arrest people, and several cat orcs were instructed to come forward.

Will was old and unable to resist, handed over the paper after a few symbolic struggles, and kept warning: "I'm an old priest, you can't be rough on me!"

Allen took the paper, ignored the old priest's warning, found a big stone on the spot and stood on it, and read aloud from a high place:

"Dear Lord Viscount Morning Glory Town, Village Chief Allen prohibits the sale of cat slaves and boldly lowers taxes..."

Allen spoke clearly and forcefully, and as his voice became louder and louder, the onlookers of the cat clan orcs gradually put on angry expressions.

The old priest became angrier the more he heard it. This was simply a public execution and ruined his image as a priest.

No, every time Allen read a sentence, the old priest felt an extra look of disgust sweeping towards him.

He raised his eyebrows and saw circles of hateful eyes, their eyes became colder and colder, and his mood became cooler.

"At this point, Datie Village should change back to the original tax rate, and it is suggested to levy [-]% more tax, as a warning to others!"

Allen finished the last sentence heavily, faced the old lion with a smile, and asked, "Mr. Will, is there something wrong with what I said?"

If the old priest saw the devil's smile, his lips trembled, "No, no."

……

Big iron, at the bulletin board.

A group of orcs looked around, but couldn't understand what was written on the notice posted above.

"What's written on it!" Some orcs turned back and forth impatiently.

"Whoever can read in the village, go read it."

The level of education in Datie Village is not high. Many orcs have never been to school, and they don't know a single character, and they can't even write their names.

But no matter how poor the village is, it can always raise funds for a few orcs to study, and soon some literate orcs will be pushed to the bulletin board.

"Hoth, read to us quickly."

"Is it the decree to abolish cat slaves and reduce taxes?"

Hoss is a middle-aged orc in the village. His family has two cute cat-eared loli. Since he heard that the village chief canceled the cat slave economy today, he immediately became a die-hard fan of Mr. Allen.

Whoever opposes Allen, Huos will be anxious with him.

As for Master Allen's black history of selling cat slaves in the past, he chose to ignore it because of his weak status.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you all know it, let me take a closer look." Hoss cursed, saying that he was not in a hurry, but in fact he was in a hurry than anyone else.

There was no good news on the bulletin posted on the bulletin board, but today's bulletin was posted by the village head himself, and there was also a piece of paper written by the old priest when he publicly executed the sentence.

No, after watching carefully, he immediately widened his eyes and took a deep breath.

Everyone looked at Huos with wide eyes and took a deep breath, and they were also in a hurry, wishing they could go up and read the list for him.

"Tell me what the above said. Is the tax changed back to [-]%?"

"The village chief won't go back on his word, will he?"

"So what if we go back on our word, we can't beat Morning Glory Town."

Seeing the emotions of the orcs gradually go down, Hoss finally recovered from the shock and said:

"This is the letter of apology written by the old priest Will, and it is confirmed to be the real handwriting of the old priest.

Will publicly admitted that he instructed the village chief to sell the cat slave, but the village chief did not agree with the matter of selling the cat slave, and he insisted on selling the cat slave.

He said he knew he was wrong, please forgive me. "

The orcs were shocked when they heard this, they didn't expect that there would be such a shady scene in the matter of selling cat slaves.

After listening to it once, the orcs felt that it was not enough, and called Hoss to read the old priest's apology again.

Hoss was also very excited. This letter of apology came in a timely manner, and instantly washed away the black history on Allen, and immediately read it again.

After reading it once, everyone's enthusiasm remained undiminished, and more and more orcs gathered. Everyone urged again:

"Read it again, read it again!"

Huos immediately read the old priest's letter again, and when his mouth was dry, some villagers handed over a clay bowl filled with clean water.

After drinking a bowl of water, he read the letter again with enthusiasm and never tire of it.

The orcs around couldn't get tired of listening to it. After listening to Old Hoss read it several times, the orcs turned their attention to another piece of paper.

"What is written on the other piece of paper?" an orc asked curiously.

Hoss wiped the sweat from his brow and looked at another letter, which was written by Allen himself.

Without thinking too much, he imitated the tone of the village chief and said in a voice full of emotion:

"Dear villagers, the old priest decided to resign and volunteered to dig in the mine.

We will never sell our daughters and sons again, and no one will force you to sell your own flesh and blood.

As for the daughter and son who have been sold, I decided to form a militia team. After training, I will go to Morning Glory Town to save my children. Anyone who is interested can contact me to sign up.

I am sorry and hope this belated apology satisfies everyone.

Your Mayor: Alan Edward. "

After reading this, Holden paused, and emphasized the pronunciation of "I'm sorry" and "a belated apology", and an unidentified emotion was born in his heart.

Also at this time, there was a cry from the beast crowd, and dozens of old women knelt down on the ground, crying into tears.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Woooo, our family has been sold with seven daughters and one son. You have waited so hard. Today someone finally remembers you..." An old woman hugged the old orc, crying intermittently, the voice Not big, but heartbreaking.

"I want to join the army, and I want to repay Village Chief Alan. Even if I risk my life, I have to save my sister! Save everyone!" A young cat-eared orc stood up suddenly, his eyes were red.

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