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"Tax collector, why did this month come so early?"

The innkeeper's complexion was not good, but remembering that he had just made a fortune from the Orientals, the wrinkles on his face finally eased a little.

He and his wife hurriedly put down their busy work and went out to meet the tax collector.

The tax collector is in charge of the taxation of the whole village, and he depends on his tongue for life and death. This uncle can't afford to neglect.

Standing in front of the door with his wife, the innkeeper welcomed the tax collector in with a nod and bow.

"Tom, the lord asked me to collect taxes. Are you ready for this month's taxes?" The tax collector looked around the store, narrowed his small eyes and said, "Also, I heard that yesterday An oriental came to your store tonight, and the orients are richer than the other, and the lord will also get his share of the money earned from his pocket, so don't use your brain to evade taxes."

"My lord, how dare you evade taxes!" The innkeeper's eyes were evasive, and he forced a smile and said, "This is the firewood tax, water tax, mill tax... and the taxes that the hotel should pay. The young one always pays taxes on time. How dare you play tricks with the lord!"

The tax officer scoffed at the innkeeper's statement. He knew this group of bastards too well. No matter how strictly they were caught, they would always try to evade taxes.

So, he grabbed the money bag offered by the hostel owner, poured out the money in it and counted it.

"Why is that so little?" The tax collector put the money back into the purse, and the amount of coins made him very dissatisfied: "An oriental man, a big fat sheep, stayed in your shop for a whole night, and bought There are a lot of things, how can there be only this little money?"

"My lord, the oriental guy just bought a chicken and a piece of bread from the baker in the store. He doesn't want anything else. My wife and I can assure you!" Fei' this stubble was completely concealed.

The owner of the inn is not a very honest person, and the tax collector naturally knows it very well.

He has fought wits and bravery with these gangsters for many years, and he knew that the hostel owner must be prepared before he dared to spread such a lie.

Although the owner of the inn is not a real person, counting up to three generations, he still has a little relationship with the lord of the previous generation, so he can get such an easy job of opening an inn and slaughtering foreigners.

Enough taxes were collected anyway, and the tax collector decided to turn a blind eye.

However, he can't leave easily, otherwise the gang of troublemakers will be even more rampant next time they collect taxes.

With the meaning of warning, he turned around the store again, but this time, he discovered something extraordinary.

He saw a large piece of fresh meat wrapped in a leaf.

In the village, slaughtering pigs is a big deal, and the tax collector has a lot of thugs in the village, so he knows that no one in the village has slaughtered pigs these days.

Since there are no pigs, the source of the meat is very suspicious.

Feeling his grasp on the innkeeper's little tail, the tax collector quickly opened the leaves with his plump hands.As soon as the leaves spread out, a piece of venison with a slightly foul smell was revealed.

"Haha, let's see what this is, a piece of venison." The tax collector dragged his voice, and said in a strange tone: "I didn't expect you to have such guts, and you dared to go into the Lord's forest to poach!"

"Poaching?"

Hearing this word, the hostel owner was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that such a big incident would happen just by picking up a piece of unwanted meat.Beside him, his wife was already limp in fright.

Before the hostel owner could react, the middle-aged woman knelt down and stammered: "Master, master, we didn't poach, and we dare not kill us!"

"It's the oriental man, this is the oriental man who left it in the room! I thought it was an ordinary piece of pork, so I planned to eat it with my husband. If I knew it was venison, it was from the lord's forest, How dare the two of us make such a move!"

The woman's native language made the tax collector frown. He is a man of culture, and he looks down on these mud legs.But he believed most of what this woman said.

Because of the amount, they don't have the guts.

After the tax payment the year before last, a family in the village had no food to eat, and when they had nowhere to go, they went to the lord's forest to poach.They poached a few pheasants and a delicious deer, which made the lord furious, so he sent knights to arrest the family, hang them at the entrance of the village for seven days, and the lord did not show mercy until the corpse was rotten. They were brought down and buried in the ground.

This time, the atmosphere in the village was sober. For a while, people who went to the forest to collect firewood were cautious, for fear of being suspected of stealing wild fruits in the forest, let alone poaching.

The husband and wife trembled when they said it, and seeing them frightened into quails, the tax collector completely believed it.

Sure enough, it was a group of ignorant guys who could even mistake venison for pork, and almost let them eat it in a daze.If you eat venison, they deserve it!

What's more, how can the smelly pork be as delicious as venison?

There are not many deer in the forest, so even the lord cannot eat venison every day.

This is the case with the lord, let alone his subordinates. Only when the knights under the lord hunt the stag can they get some points for the subordinates.Tax officials are neither big nor small, and they only get a little each time, so they can't have a good time.

But who let the lord's territory, their place is so poor?

If it weren't for the barren land in the southern Netherlands, he wouldn't have to go to the village every month to collect taxes from these mud legs!

The tax collector looked down on the innkeeper from the bottom of his heart, but he put away the bag of venison as a favor for his visit.

Putting the venison into his arms calmly, he cleared his throat and said, "Okay, both of you get up! I know you are innocent. But, you have to honestly explain what happened last night. Tell me all about it, and that damned Easterner, which direction did he go?"

Tom and his wife were terrified, so naturally they didn't dare to hide anything, and completely revealed Xia Yubing's whereabouts and appearance.

Hearing that the oriental man brought a little girl with him, the tax officer raised his eyebrows, but the little girl was harmless. What really cared about him was that the oriental man was really rich.

As long as you have money, if you dare to steal from the lord, this oriental man is destined to be hanged.After he died, his property happened to be confiscated, and as a great hero for discovering this, the lord will definitely reward him heavily.

The tax officer took a few police officers to report to the lord, while Xia Yubing and Betty, who set off early in the morning, walked quite a distance to the village that Betty had already left.

Because they didn't have breakfast in the black shop, Xia Yubing and Betty dealt with the unspoiled venison.

[Anchor, I just remembered that the forests in the Middle Ages are all owned. Will you cause trouble if you eat deer like this? ]

"I shouldn't cause trouble, right?" Xia Yubing said indifferently, "The Netherlands doesn't have any wildlife protection laws. I just ate a deer and a few rabbits. What can they do to me?"

Xia Yubing didn't realize how big of a deal this was, and the audience in the live broadcast room also felt that the deer was a farmed deer, which didn't violate the animal protection law, and the host ate it if he ate it.