Seeing Allen's eyebrows raised slightly, Old Will continued to persuade: "You have to think clearly, tax cuts are not beneficial to you. ”

I saw Alan shake his head, "Since I am the head of a village, I have to think about the villagers, and I can't watch them starve." ”

He paused, looked old Will in the eye and said, "Isn't your conscience hurt to see seventy percent of the grain they worked so hard to grow being exploited?" ”

Hearing such righteous words, the old priest wanted to say that of course he was not sad, he was a landlord class, and it was not a matter of course to eat the grain sent by the people.

It's hard to understand Alan's thinking, a pariah is a pariah, and it should always be cheap, the old priest was eager to answer.

However, when the malicious eyes of a group of peasants swept over, the words became "Don't you avoid the important and take it lightly, wait until the people of Morning Glory Town come down to collect taxes, how do you explain?" ”

"No explanation." Alan paused and said: "As long as you pay enough taxes, as long as you don't say it, everyone doesn't say it, Morning Glory Town doesn't care about the proportion of your taxes, they only care about their own one-third of an acre, as long as the amount is enough, don't you usually use this method to evade taxes?" ”

Hearing this, Old Will looked unhappy, resolutely did not mention his tax evasion, and turned the topic back to the right path: "You have reduced your taxes by half, and you can't pay your taxes at all, do you really think that your fattening method can make up for the lost taxes." ”

"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 it is operated a little scientifically, it can be greatly increased."

"As for you not to believe it, it's not my business."

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

Allen said that grain production can be increased, and it is still half tax.

And the priest said, "You can't half a tax."

In short, the old priest was the lion who opposed the tax reform, and after the peasant uncles figured it out, they straightened their necks, raised their right hands and clenched them into fists, and shouted: "Lord Allen, we firmly support you!" ”

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

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

Since you don't know what to say, follow the roar and it's over:

"Long live the half tax!"

"Long live the half tax!"

The shouts at the scene were wave after wave, from 10 meters to 100 meters, and then into Datie Village, and then this loud slogan echoed in the sky over the entire village.

The old priest's face was slightly pale, and he stepped back step by step, his lips trembling, "Crazy, you are all crazy!" ”

Bloom's face turned paler, and he felt like he was fighting the entire village.

Was he wrong?

Thinking of Hoth's roar, the closing of every house, Bloom's whole body trembled.

Old Will staggered on crutches and left the field with the four orcs.

"Lord Priest, many villagers in the village support the village chief's new policy, what should we do?" Bloom's old friend was confused.

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

In normal times, as long as you please the priests, you can collect half less when collecting taxes, but now as soon as the new policy of the village chief comes out, everyone collects half less, everyone is equal, and the role of currying favor with the priests is much weaker.

But the old priest is the old priest after all, and pleasing the priest will always get extra care at some point.

The old priest's face was cloudy, "You are more clever, go north along the river, go into Morning Glory Town to find the mayor, or find any of the adults in the castle, you can say that the village chief Allen intends to oppose 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 the room and write a certificate to you first, you must personally send the adults of Morning Glory Town!" ”

"Okay, okay." The little clever ghost's throat gurgled and felt like he had picked up a hot mountain stick.

Several people quickly rushed back to the old priest's house, leaving the four orcs to guard the door, and the old priest entered the house alone, found paper and ink pens, and wrote the relevant evidence of the village chief Allen on jute paper.

A few minutes later, Will hurried out of the house, only to find Alan standing in the doorway.

Behind him, more than a dozen cat orcs were in a row, and the four orcs of Bloom had already been held up by several big men.

"Old Will, what are you writing in your hand, can you let the village chief read it."

Alan grinned, and his white teeth seemed to glow, making Old Will feel dazzling.

"You, what do you want to do!" Old Will took a step back, straightened his back, and clutched the paper that had not yet dried.

Allen's chin moved slightly, signaling to arrest someone, and several cat orcs were instructed to step over.

Will was old and powerless to resist, and after a few symbolic struggles, he handed over the paper, and did not forget to warn him: "I am an old priest, you can't be rough with me!" ”

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

"Dear Lord Morning Glory Town, the village chief of Allen forbids the sale of cat slaves and boldly lowers the tax ......"

Allen's words were clear and powerful, and as his voice grew louder and louder, the onlookers of the feline orcs gradually put on angry expressions.

The more the old priest listened, the more angry he became, it was simply a public execution, ruining his image as a priest.

No, every time Alan said a word, the old priest felt an additional look of disgust sweep towards him.

He looked up and saw a circle of hateful eyes, their eyes getting colder and colder, and his mood even cooler.

"At this point, Datie Village should change back to the original tax rate, and it is recommended to levy an extra 10% tax to set an example!"

Alan finished the last sentence heavily, smiled at the old lion, and asked, "Mr. Will, is there anything wrong with what I said?" ”

The old priest's lips trembled as if he saw the demon's smile, "No, no. ”

……

Large iron, bulletin board.

A group of orcs looked around, but they couldn't understand what was written on the list.

"What's written on it?" There are orcs who are impatiently turning back and forth.

"Whoever is literate in the village, go read it."

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

However, no matter how poor the village was, it was always able to raise money for a few orcs to study, and before long literate orcs were pushed to the bulletin board.

"Höss, read it to us."

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

Hoth is a middle-aged orc in the village, with two cute cat-eared Lori, and since he heard that the village chief canceled the cat slave economy today, he immediately became a die-hard fan of Lord Allen.

Whoever opposes Allen, Hoss is anxious with him.

As for Lord Allen's black history of selling cat slaves before, he chose to ignore it because of his weak status.

"Urge, urge, you know urge, let me take a closer look." Hoss scolded, saying that he was not in a hurry, but in fact he was in a hurry more than anyone else.

There was no good news on the bulletin board, but today's post was posted by the village chief himself, and it was accompanied by a piece of paper written by the old priest at the time of the public execution.

No, after he looked closely, his eyes immediately widened and he gasped.

Everyone gasped as they watched Hoss's eyes widen, and they were also so anxious that they couldn't wait to go up and read the list for him.

"Tell me what you said above, is the tax changed back to seven?"

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

"What if we regret it, we can't fight Morning Glory Town."

Seeing that the mood of the orcs was gradually declining, Hoss finally recovered from his shock and said:

"This is an apology written by the old priest Will, confirming that it is the old priest's real handwriting.

Will openly admitted that he instructed the village chief to sell cat slaves, but the village chief did not agree to the sale of cat slaves, and it was he who insisted on selling cat slaves.

He said he knew he was wrong and asked for your pardon. ”

The orcs were shocked when they heard this, but 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 for Hoth to read the old priest's apology again.

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

After reading it once, everyone's enthusiasm was undiminished, and more and more orcs gathered together, and everyone urged again:

"Say it again, read it again!"

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

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

The surrounding orcs couldn't get tired of listening, and after listening to old Hoss read it a few times, the orcs turned their attention to another piece of paper.

"What is written on the other piece of paper?" Some orcs were curious.

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

He didn't think much about it, and read in a voice full of emotion, imitating the tone of the village chief:

"Dear villagers, the old priest has decided to step down and volunteer to dig in the mines.

We will not 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, and after training, go to Morning Glory Town to save my children.

I'm sorry and I hope this belated apology will satisfy everyone.

Your village chief: Alan Edward. ”

Reading this, Horston paused, accentuated the pronunciation of "I'm sorry" and "belated apology", and an unknown emotion was born in his heart.

At this time, there was a cry from the orcs, and dozens of old women fell to their knees and cried.

"Woo woo, my daughter is so miserable, it would be nice to be born a year late......"

"Woo, our family has been sold seven daughters and a son, you have waited so hard, today someone finally remembers you......" An old woman and the old orc hugged each other, crying intermittently, not loudly, but painfully.

"I want to join the army, I want to repay the village chief Allen, even if I fight for this life, I want to save my sister! Save everyone! A young cat-eared orc suddenly stepped forward, his eyes red.