The term "New Deal" was not unfamiliar to Jacques, and it was often mentioned in Port Moussey, but it was more to encourage the aristocracy to invest in mines, smelting steel, and opening woolen mills, cotton mills, and so on.

Sending tax officials to tax the Sioux directly turned out to be one of the new policies in recent years, and Jacques felt that it seemed to violate the agreement between the previous emperor and the Sioux, after all, Sioux autonomy was a condition for them to surrender and join the empire, and the emperor at that time also agreed.

Well, it seems normal for the emperor to go back on his word.

At the dinner table a few days ago, the caravan leader Joseph's father didn't say that the top-grade green tea produced by the Bright Divine Kingdom in his hand may become more and more scarce, it is said that the trade negotiations between the imperial capital and the Bright Divine Kingdom have broken down, and the trade between the two sides may be cut off.

Isn't trade with the Kingdom of Light also a condition for the armistice signed by Western Sahara?

The Kingdom of Light is no longer traded, so who will sell the grain in southern Castia?

Does the interruption of trade mean that the two sides are at war again?

In a moment of thought, the team had already crossed the six-mile stone bridge and came to the low city gate.

In front of the city gates, Jacques and the others were warmly welcomed, which made them a little flattered.

If the welcoming crowd had not been a bunch of ragged beggars, Fabian might have casually brought it up at a noble reception as a point of conversation to prove his great charisma.

But the beggars who were rushing in front of the horses at this time, with the smell of corruption, could not bring off his charm.

Jacques looked at the white fox, this Sioux member of the tribe living on the edge of the desert was also confused at the moment, looking at the appearance and clothing of these beggars, he was sure that they were his own people, but why had he not come to Zidilan City for two years, and his compatriots had begun to beg from passing outsiders, what was the pride of being a Sioux people?

These ordinary people, who were not transcendental, said in vague imperial dialect: "Master, do well, give me something to eat." ”

There were also weak women who struggled to lift up the equally thin children, asking Jacques and the others if they would like to buy them.

Finding that the guide White Fox was also a little at a loss, Jacques had to take out his money bag and scatter all the banknotes in it to the back of the crowd.

After relying on paper money to divert the begging crowd, the horse team can finally speed out of the land of right and wrong.

From time to time, Lily, who was beside Jacques, looked back at the crowd vying for banknotes, and when she saw the beggars fighting each other over the banknotes, she glared at Jacques angrily, wanting to blame, but she didn't know what to say.

Jacques saw what she was thinking, and said, "We have just arrived, and we have taken Martin and them with us, and we have been surrounded by a group of beggars at the city gate for a long time, and I am afraid that something will happen, so I use this method to get them to let us go quickly.

Next time I do a good deed, I will give the money to those who need it most and give them some dignity. ”

Lily also felt that she hated Jacques's condescending attitude when he gave money to the beggar on the horse, and smiled when she saw that the little man quickly admitted his mistake.

- He always knows what I'm thinking.

Along the way, we found more blank eyes, squatting or lying on the side of the road, some holding empty tin cans, others holding cardboard on which they had written, but unfortunately they did not know the Sioux script.

It makes people feel that this is a decaying city, it's hard to believe that this is the city of Qidilan, which the white fox is proud of, even the white fox himself is surprised, it's not that I don't understand, the world is changing fast.

Under the guidance of the depressed white fox, the horse team finally checked into the hotel.

The entire inn was decorated in the traditional style of the Sioux people, and the rooms were neat and clean, but out of curiosity, Jacques put down his luggage and ran to the lobby to talk to the innkeeper.

- It takes a long time for Lily to take a shower anyway.

The innkeeper was a very old man, a rare transcendent among the aborigines, who only had his age carved on his face, but his waist was straight.

The innkeeper has a very powerful name, Exile Iron Fist, but after a few words, Jacques calls him "Iron Fist Grandpa".

"Ironfist Grandpa, I don't understand, isn't the Sioux a property shared by every small tribe?" Jacques asked the question from the city gate to the present.

Exiled Iron Fist replied:

"The Great Chief of Zidilan has long since distributed tribal property unfairly, and now only some small tribes in remote areas are still distributing it equally. What is written in the books of your empire is long overdue.

Since the surrender of the Glory Wolf Chieftain to the Empire, the taxes to be paid by our Sioux have been increasing, and finally the whole clan will go hungry after paying the taxes.

Later, in order to stimulate the brothers in the clan to work hard, the son of the 'Glory Wolf', 'Manniu', distributed the land on the shore of the lake to each male. Then divide the tax revenue of the empire evenly among each male, as long as he works hard to farm and hunt, the extra output after paying taxes is his own.

After more than 50 years of doing this, the land on the shore of the lake has long been divided, and the men born later can only inherit their father's land or go further afield, and finally they can barely make everyone live.

Look at me, I don't even have land, I worked as a mercenary when I was young, saved some money, and paid taxes by opening a hotel. There are more and more people like me. ”

Jacques wondered, it sounds like the Sioux have abandoned their traditions and learned the way of life of the country, and it stands to reason that life should be getting better and better.

"Grandpa Ironfist, are those beggars because they can't get land?"

Exile Iron Fist shook his head and explained:

"That's because in recent years, the tax collectors and tax collectors have come, and in addition to the poll tax, we also have to pay trade tax and agricultural tax, and if we don't pay, we will be put in a prison cell and have our property confiscated for tax purposes.

You just said that you met beggars at the city gates, and most of them were poor people who had been tormented by the tax collectors.

They know that you businessmen from the empire have money, so they pester you to beg, if you can't live, who wants to beg.

We Sioux people only pay taxes to men, and the disabled, teenagers, the elderly, and women are exempt from taxes. But the gang, even the widow's laundry had to collect taxes, and the 'blue and white mouse' who helped my inn wash the bed sheets and her daughter's laundry had just closed because the taxes were too high.

I hired them to work as laundry workers for a much higher salary than I used to pay for laundry. But now everyone is having a hard time, and maybe one day my hotel won't be able to open. When the time comes, I can't put down my old bones to beg, so I will throw myself into the lake and return to the arms of the lake god. ”

The innkeeper Exile Iron Fist said sadly, and Jacques thought to himself that if he was satisfied with his stay, he would pay a few more silver coins for the laundry when he left.

Then he comforted "Grandpa Iron Fist" for a few words, then pulled away and ran back to the room to find out the news to report to the leader.

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