Cannon Fodder Disciple Dressed as a Master[Transmigration Book]

"Then what do you want to do?" Qian Wei raised his eyebrows.

Youque City, the fiefdom of Bailijie.

Because of poverty, the land on both sides is almost barren, and no one is willing to cultivate it, because the tax paid after cultivation is even more than the money earned.

The carriage of Qian Wei's team slowly headed towards the city gate, only to find that there were many scattered teams going out on both sides of the road, and these teams turned out to be full of bags, as if they were about to move their families.

"Let's go, let's go quickly, this place is really not for people."

"That's right, when our new city lord came, taxes increased by [-]%, and I didn't even have money to buy rice."

"It's really evil! What kind of bullshit is the third highness!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't help cursing, and the cursing reached Qian Wei's ears on the side of the carriage.

Qian Wei raised his eyebrows, opened the curtain and looked outside——

"Why did these people leave the city? Are they going to move their families?"

Lin Jin said angrily, "It's because you increased taxes. Those with high taxes even ran away to farm. Who would dare to stay in the city?"

Qian Wei recalled it and found that Baili Jie's memory in his brain was getting thinner and thinner, and he couldn't remember how much tax was increased.

After the carriage entered the city and returned to the so-called castle, he ordered someone to summon the servants who were in charge of land and taxation to inquire about the taxation of Youque City.

The courtier put stacks of books on the table: "Third Highness, this is the total amount of taxes collected this year, and some who can't pay the taxes have already been sent to prison, waiting for your release."

Qian Wei opened the brochure and took a look. Good guy, in addition to the normal land tax and population tax, there are also various miraculous taxes, such as salt tax, rice tax, and oil tax. The population tax is as high, and there is also a strange "contribution fee", which means dedicated to the "city lord", which means that the city lord is always working hard for the people in the city, and everyone has to pay money, even children.

As a result, the people living in Youque City have to pay almost countless taxes every year. Most people cannot bear such taxes, so they flee and relocate.

In order to prevent the population from escaping, Baili Jie levied another tax. If he wanted to leave Youque City, he had to pay enough money and food to leave. This made the poor unable to leave and unable to pay the money. flee.

Since Baili Jie took over Youque City, the population has dropped by two-thirds.

What are you doing collecting so much tax? It's counterproductive, and you get nothing in the end.

"Who are all the people locked in the prison?"

"A native of Youque City."

Local people, they should have lived in Youque City for generations...

"Let's let it go." Qian Wei flipped through the rest of the tax books, "Notice, starting tomorrow, all taxes will be reduced or exempted except land tax and population tax."

When the servant heard what Baili Jie said, his eyes widened in shock: "Will you reduce or exempt... the tax?"

"Well." Qian Wei glanced at the tax money collected this year, and said again: "I see that there are many vacant fields outside the city. If someone is willing to cultivate, the money for rice seedlings can be supported in the early stage. Field tax The price has also dropped by [-]%.

"Yes, yes. Your Highness." As if he was afraid that he would regret it, the servant responded quickly and hurriedly jumped out excitedly.

Baili Jie was dead, Qian Wei saw that the money in the castle would not be used, it was not returned to the people of Youque City.

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In the castle dungeon, two soldiers came over and opened the cell door.

A group of men, women and children who were locked in the dungeon were all stunned. Among them, an old man who had lived in Youque City for generations moved half a step towards the outside in disbelief: "Really, really let us go?"

"Yes, the Third Highness informed us to release you when he came back from hunting."

The soldier's answer almost made everyone in the dungeon weep with joy: "I, I thought I would die!" "Yeah, I thought so too, I thought His Highness would beat us up as slaves." "No, I'm more afraid of three Your Highness sold us outside." "I don't want to leave at all, I just want to stay in my own home."

While talking, everyone helped each other to the gate of the dungeon.

Looking at the bright sky outside, everyone who had just been happy for a while became sad again: "Even if you get out of the prison, you still can't survive."

Youque City's heavy taxes, let alone local farmers like them, even wealthy merchants who come to Youque City to do business, can't afford to pay them.

Everyone's mood became depressed. They helped each other out of the castle, thinking about going home first, how to make ends meet in the future, or moving their family like everyone else... Just as they were thinking, they suddenly saw someone beside the castle There was a long queue, and everyone was anxiously waiting.

"What are you doing over there?" In the team, the old man was the first to ask.

One of the farmers who was rushing towards the team saw the old man and the others, and said from a distance: "You were released? It seems that the matter of receiving rice seedlings is true."

"What to get rice seedlings?"

"The castle announced that His Highness the Third Highness has distributed rice seedlings to the farmers in Youque City."

Send rice seedlings?real or fake?

The Third Highness?The third highness who keeps raising taxes and depriving them of their benefits?How is this possible?

The group of people who had just been released were still a little confused, but they still followed the crowd to line up.

Most of the people queuing up are local farmers in Youque City. They have lived in Youque City for generations, until the Third Prince came down later, they couldn't pay the land tax, and they didn't even have the qualifications to farm.

The people in the front line who had already received the rice seedlings cheered, while the people in the back line were still poking their heads: "Is it true? Can I really get it?" "I don't know. When I heard the news, I thought it was Fake." "Could it be that the city owner has changed?" "No, it's still His Highness, I saw his carriage entering the city at noon."

Everyone was whispering, and when it was the old man's turn, more than two hours had passed.

The soldier who distributed the rice seedlings asked the old man's name, checked his identity, and gave him a wave of rice seedlings.

When he got the rice seedlings, the old man couldn't believe it: "Did you really distribute the rice seedlings to us?"

"Yes, and this year the land tax has been exempted by His Highness the Third Highness." The soldier said and waved his hand to let the people in the line behind come up.The old man also saw that some people who paid excess taxes could get a part of the tax refund.

It was as if it had been dark for a long time suddenly, and suddenly light shone in again, and his eyes turned red all of a sudden: "Can we really... continue to live in Youque City?"

He even made plans to move his family.

……

Outside the castle, the queue was still very long, Qian Wei still felt a little surprised when he looked through the window.

He thought that the Demon Race was the same as the Immortal Cultivation World, focusing on cultivation, but he didn't expect that the Demon Race, like the Human World, was actually self-sufficient.

He looked through some introductions about the residents of Youque City, and found an interesting point, the cultivation base of the demons has been fixed since birth, and the fixed here refers to the growth value in the future.Just like the owner of this body, Baili Jie.

Bailijie's cultivation base is not high, not because he can't continue to cultivate, but because he was born destined that his cultivation base can only reach this level, so people will always look down on him.

Most of the demons in the city are very low-level, and some of them don't even reach the Qi refining period of ordinary immortal cultivators.

That's why Qian Wei saw that the demons under the castle chose to farm like humans one by one, and chose to live a self-sufficient life.

Lin Jin knocked on the door with tea and came in. He saw His Highness the Third Highness leaning against the window, the soft light came in, hitting his deep facial features, and the slightly curly hair of chestnut color moved slightly, a little playful and cute.

This made Lin Jin, who was still vigilant at first, unavoidably let down his guard. It seemed that after that incident, His Royal Highness' temper became much better.

She didn't touch him, let alone look at him that way.

I just don't know why, he even has a feeling that the other party dislikes him a little bit, and often when he does something wrong, that disgusting look... makes me a little unhappy.

"Your Highness, your tea."

Qian Wei let out a "huh" and raised his hand to take it, but he was almost burned, but fortunately he didn't open his mouth.

He gave Lin Jin another look with disgust. If he didn't have this face, he might not even be qualified to serve tea.

Lin Jin felt the other party's dislike again, and felt extremely depressed: "I will cultivate higher than you in the future, who would want to do such a job!"

"Then what do you want to do?" Qian Wei raised his eyebrows.

"I want to be a guard like Brother Min." Lin Jin has always been envious after knowing that Nuo Min was sent out.

In the past, Nuo Min was not taken seriously, but now that His Highness the Third Highness is willing to let him do things, he will definitely be able to skyrocket in the future.

Qian Wei took a sip of tea, thought for a while and said, "I can send you to inquire about the news inside and outside the city. If the inquest is good, I will transfer you to the guard."

Lin Jin's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "Really?"

"Really." Qian Wei said seriously, "But what I want to hear is useful news, not hearsay."

"What do you want to know?"

"I want to know the exact news about the dead bone brought from Demon City."

……

"It's really weird." Lin Jin came out of His Highness's study, with a puzzled look on his pretty face.

He found that His Highness the Third Highness is more interested in some weird legends recently, such as the dead bone.

Could it be because he wanted to know the relationship between Dry Bones and Grand Duke Lin Hong?

Although he had heard a lot of rumors, he always felt that it was still hearsay. How could the Grand Duke be made of dry bones.

But since he wanted to inquire about these things by himself, just inquire, as long as he can enter the guard in the future, he no longer wants to serve him as a little slave.

Thinking of this, Lin Jin felt much better again, and quickly went downstairs like a bird, and slipped out of the castle.

Outside the castle, a dense crowd had already surrounded them, and they were all discussing the distribution of rice seedlings by His Highness the Third Highness.

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