"My lord, Orlando is back from the Southern Mines."

When the landowner heard the news from his servant, he immediately drove to his home in Orlando.

Just as another landowner's carriage also arrived at the door, the two looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and entered the courtyard of Orlando together, and saw Orlando drinking with a worried face.

The two found that Orlando had a very bad face when he returned from the mine, his ears and tail were straight and high, and he was probably sulking after eating a lot of closed door soup.

"Orlando, how's it going?"

The big landlord Ruf frowned, and although he knew that things didn't work out, he still had to ask.

At this question, the drunken and red-faced Orlando was like a powder keg, which exploded at one point, and all kinds of ugly words rushed out of his mouth:

"The lion people in the mine are simply political idiots, business fools, whether it is the tax reform, the old priest being arrested, or the cat slave economy, those lion people show papaya expressions, and their brains can't understand the meaning of a few golden dragons at all......"

Orlando slapped the table again, and severely belittled the intelligence of the soldiers in the mines.

Seeing Orlando's angry expression, the two lords did not suspect his strange thoughts, and also slapped the table angrily, snatched the wine jar from the table, took a sip, and said, "The lions are all big fools!" ”

"That's right, they're all big silly forks, tendons!"

The three of them cursed in the courtyard for two minutes, and the topic gradually returned to normal.

"There's no way, the lion man has a low IQ and can't understand the importance of this matter, so we can only resort to a more radical backup plan." Luffy's expression was gloomy, and the loss of the golden dragon was all the part of the cat slave economy.

For the three landlords, it doesn't matter if they change their taxes or not, no one dares to collect their taxes anyway, but the cat slave economy must be taken back.

"Is it the old priest's backup plan?" Orlando raised his eyebrows, and his speech became very bold due to the drink:

"This plan is not reliable at all, you must know that Eren is training, there are fifty orc recruits, and the whole village also supports him.

If Allen is threatened, the mine soldiers will not die without help, and theoretically we may face five hundred villagers and more than a hundred warriors! ”

Orlando knew the old priest's plan, but the three landlords had only more than 360 slaves combined, and if they were all used to rebel against the village, they would only lose both, and the lack of manpower during the autumn harvest would be a problem.

"No, we just need to hold a joint protest, take out the posture, and force the village chief to change the cat slave policy back, we don't care about the half-tax and no tax, anyway, we can't collect it." The second landlord said.

"What if he directly sends the mine lion soldiers down to suppress it, can you afford it!" Orlando said angrily.

I have to say that drinking has this benefit, his face is red, his tone is violent, he is drunk, and the three characteristics make the slight tremor of Orlando's right arm become normal, and the two of them only think that this is a manifestation of anger to the peak.

"If you don't resist, let him pinch us?" Luffy didn't want to do that either, but he couldn't help it, he had to resist.

The second landlord grunted and drank again, slapped the table with the cat's tail, and said unwillingly: "That's a few golden dragons, it must be reversed!" ”

Yes, several golden dragons, which is a huge benefit for the orcs who live in the ravines.

Seeing that the two of them insisted on rebelling, Orlando's eyebrows skipped a beat, he didn't want to be sent to death with the two stupid forks, and immediately shouted: "Alan has changed the tax law, we can find someone to send a letter to inform the adults of Morning Glory Town!" ”

Hearing this, the landlord Ruff's eyes widened, and he turned his head to stare directly at Orlando.

Not only Luffy was surprised, but the second landlord also stared at Orlando, slamming the table with his big hand, shaking his tail from side to side, and said excitedly:

"Orlando, you're a fucking genius!"

"Yes, that's a great idea, but we don't have any evidence, how can we prove it?"

Admired by the big landlord Luffy, Orlando laughed on the surface, but in fact he was secretly relieved.

To be honest, he didn't come up with this bad idea, but Allen told him.

Allen said that if you encounter a scenario 1, make this suggestion.

Plan 1 is that the two lords are hot-headed and insist on taking the slaves to fight a civil war, and both sides will lose, so Orlando will come up with the idea of sending a letter.

In addition to Option 1, Allen also conceived several scenarios, all of which proposed corresponding contingencies.

In order to ensure that the priest would not trouble him for eternal mining, Orlando spent almost all his brain cells and wrote down the preparatory contingency methods of several major plans.

I have to say that these plans are very detailed, such as the next plan 1, which uses one word - drag!

The essence of option 1 is to drag them out and not to rebel openly.

As for the matter of them sending someone to deliver the letter, Alan said that he would deal with it and there was no need to worry.

The other side.

Alan secretly thought that with his assassin strength, sneaking into the homes of the two landlords and directly assassinating them would be an easy matter.

But what about after the assassination, who cares about the slaves left by the landlord?

Give Orlando a tube?

The assassination of two large landowners is a big deal, how to guide the public opinion of the villagers?

Alan was thinking.

Having Orlando as a spy was only his expedient measure, in order to stabilize the three landlords, in fact, his village did not need the landlord class.

In his eyes, the landlord is a big coffer, accounting for a lot of human resources, but the economic efficiency is not high.

At the moment he needs a lot of steel, and now there is a crucible steelmaking method, which can make good steel, but steelmaking requires pig iron, and pig iron is smelted from iron ore.

Therefore, he needed to use a large amount of labor to build a large number of iron-making blast furnaces, and the blacksmith shop was a small workshop, not yet large-scale iron-making and steel-making.

Emancipating the slaves of the landlord's family and allowing them to join Allen's steel industry became a sure thing.

Before deciding to implement this plan, Alan needs to cultivate some talents, and he can't let him do everything himself, and he also needs some people in the territory to share the pressure.

"Well, night schools are going to be set up, improve the literacy rate of the villagers, and children's education can't be delayed, let's train a few teachers first."

……

Soon.

The villagers who passed by found that there were a few more pieces of paper on the bulletin board, and more and more villagers came to hear the news.

A group of illiterate villagers scratched their ears and cheeks when they looked at the words on the paper.

By the time Hoth arrived, dozens of villagers had gathered in front of the bulletin board.

"Hoss, you're finally here, the village chief has written some more examples, come and see if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

The beast villagers looked worried, hearing that the village chief and the small landlord had been visiting the mines for an afternoon, which was quite a bad sign that the village chief might change.

When Hoss heard the news, he hurried over, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw dozens of pairs of eyes staring at him.

He didn't dare to delay, and immediately looked at the paper on the bulletin board.

When he saw this, he was shocked.

Everyone was shocked when they saw his expression.

"The village chief won't be moved by the landlord, right?"

"The three landlords are jointly pressuring, and the village chief may have to change his mind."

Hoss wiped his eyes, not hearing the villagers' words of concern, but once again staring intently, his gaze fixed on the word school for a full ten seconds.