Uhtred took off his straw hat, his swarthy face was covered with the marks of time and frost, and his rough palms were full of sweat, and he wiped it on his pants, and then he felt better. The middle-aged farmer asked himself if he had never been so nervous, even when the Normans came to rob him. However, in the face of the blonde-haired teenager in front of him, he was so nervous that he could barely speak.

He didn't know the farmer's mood, and as he had repeated dozens of times before, the young man with a calm face began to ask the farmer, "Name." ”

"Ouutred."

"Origin."

"Crossbell Village."

Perhaps because of the boy's composure, the nervous farmer also became calm after answering a few questions. When answering, I don't stumble like before.

"The village of Crossbell is a local. You don't need a guarantor, just sign it here. Schunazel picked up a piece of paper from the table and handed it to the farmer: "Here, yes, this is it." Write your name and the contract is made. ”

The rude farmer's hands trembled, and he had heard from his fellow villagers before he came that such a piece of paper was worth dozens of gold coins, and it was worth years of hard work. The farmer wiped his hand on his trouser leg again, for fear that his hand would stain the paper. The farmer glanced at the contents of the contract a few times, and there were dozens of dense ones, and his head was dizzy when he looked at it.

"Well, I've heard of it, but can you help me read it again" In the past, he would never dare to make such an excessive request to a castle lord. But now, the beautiful young man in the linen clothes in front of him, although he also came out of Desmond Castle, is said to be taught by the same teacher as the eldest lady of Fanzhuo. But he was still a commoner, and that was where the farmer dared to ask him questions. If it was the knights, he probably wouldn't have had such courage.

Ignorant people are always like this, only what they see and hear is true, and they never think for themselves. The same was true of the previous farmers, and it was for this reason that his classmates were reluctant to accept the task.

However, Xiunaizel didn't care about this, there was no change in the expression on the young man's face, and it was still as calm as before. The boy cleared his throat and began to decipher the contract for the farmer.

"With the power bestowed upon him by the Supreme Emperor Basil, the ruler of Desmond, Sinlos Van Zhuo, imitated the deeds of God and mankind, and made a pact with those before him that he would never change, may the Lord bless.

1. The lord of Fanzhuo hereby promises that anyone who is willing to rent the newly opened land of the Fanzhuo family will only receive 30% of the tax in that year, and from the second year, according to the tax of the first year. And the Fanzhuo family provides cattle and related production materials. However, in the event of the death of a ploughing ox or the destruction of tools, the Fanzhuo family will investigate to the end. Depending on the actual situation, the corresponding criminal law shall be imposed.

2. When ploughing, it is necessary to use the tools provided by Fanzhuo, and violators will be punished with caning.

3. If the grain harvest of the year is failed due to their own laziness, it is not within the scope of protection of this contract. Van Zhuo will take back the land he has been given and punish the lazy

20. Anyone who rents the land of Manmancho for ten years may appeal to the lord. Depending on the circumstances, the lord will grant one-tenth to one-third of the land leased by the lord as a reserved land until the person who has made a contract with the lord has no blood lineage.

21. The Fanzo family has the final right to interpret all the above provisions, and those who are not satisfied can appeal to the great Emperor Basil. ”

Standard overlord clause, but the farmer seemed to see something unbelievable. His strong hands could not pick up the thin paper in front of him.

"God is above, I see how there can be such a thing, even when the Savior is still on earth, I am afraid there will not be"

Because of the excitement, the farmer was obviously at a loss. Shunazel looked at the farmer in front of him calmly, and said indifferently: "This is a contract that has been confirmed by Lord Fanzhuo and Father Durodus, and there is no doubt about its authenticity. As long as you sign your name or put your fingerprint on it, the contract will be valid. With this deed, you will be able to obtain a piece of land of your own in the presence of Lord Bismalko, Lord Claes, and Lord Ditohardt. Of course, the land at that time did not belong to you, you only had the right to use it"

Shunazel explained in detail, but the farmer didn't listen to it at all. As if he was afraid that Honazel would regret it, the farmer, who did not know how to write at all, hurriedly bit his finger and pressed it lightly on the white paper while the bright red blood had not dried up. Without waiting for Honazel to speak, the farmer ran out of the door with the contract in his arms, as if he were protecting a young baby.

Surprised, Honazel opened a copy of the family register in the village of Crossbell and made a mark in front of Uhtred's name.

Giving land to the people, is Sinloth crazy?

Of course he's not crazy, it's the world that's crazy.

What happened to the rest of the empire, Sinloth didn't quite know. However, in general, the agricultural production of Aijun implements a three-nursery cultivation system, that is, the cultivated land is divided into three parts: spring sowing land, autumn sowing land and fallow land, and the cultivated land is cultivated in turn. Fallow land and cultivated land after harvest are used collectively as public pastures.

The producers were mainly serfs, but there were also free tenants, hired laborers, slaves, etc. In addition to cultivating their own land, serfs were required to cultivate their own camps for the lord without compensation. Serfs had to work for the lord most of the time, usually about three or four days out of seven days, and the number increased during the busy farming season.

When the farm is busy, priority must be given to the fulfillment of the lord's duty to cultivate the camp, which is called servitude rent. In addition, serfs had to pay various taxes, such as poll taxes. Marriage tax, death donation, inheritance tax, church tithes, and taxes on the use of the lord's mill and bakery by the peasants. In addition to the taxes, they had to pay various tributes and perform labor, such as the sacrifice of poultry, eggs, wine, and other local products, and miscellaneous labor such as building bridges, building roads, cutting wood, transporting, building houses, and so on.

This was the case with the serfs, and perhaps these sinners later deserved it. But are the freedmen much better? This is clearly not the case.

It's no wonder that the farmers he saw along the way were always numb on their faces. Although the more enlightened lords, such as Madame Butterfly, will lower their taxes, at most that is the case.

The thousand-year-old empire is incomparably beautiful, but countless bad habits have also lasted for a thousand years. Even if something you know is wrong, what can you do? As a person with vested interests, all you can do is maintain your own position, and if you don't have the courage to sacrifice yourself, it's best not to cross the thunder pool.

Even if it's wrong.

But Sinloth didn't care, he was very unhappy. No matter how much the treasurer of Fanzhuo tried to find life and death, he still gave such an order.

The Van Zhuo family had only two adult clansmen and two heirs, except for Basil, who was now Louis, and he was not accountable to anyone. Born in a country with zero agricultural taxes, although he promised Claes that the original land would only be reduced by 10%. But Claes, who was careless, did not expect that the lord would come up with such an idea, and even reduced the newly reclaimed fields to thirty percent. Oh my God, Sancheng

Claes fainted at that time.

The difference in the thinking of the people of the two worlds suddenly became apparent. Although the open forest a few months ago, it was resisted by his subordinates.

The land belongs to the lord. All the rivers, forests, and animals on them belong to the lord. Whoever moves these moves the interests of the lord. As the lord's subordinates, they naturally resist these actions. Even if the actions themselves are at the behest of the lord.

If it was said that the forest was opened before, it could be reluctantly classified as a helpless act under the mercy of the lord, and the subordinates could barely accept it. But now they are completely unacceptable to let those lords reclaim the lord's land, especially the last one, and give them another part of the land after ten years!

The land is the foundation of a qiē, whether it is the armor of the knights or the sacrifice of the church, it all comes from the land. Even if it is left there, the land still belongs to the lord. But now that the lords had given the land to the peasants, even if it was only for rent, the vassals were still very unhappy.

They may not understand how terrifying the difference in efficiency between active farming and passive farming is. Moreover, if there is such a thing, even if it is thirty percent, let alone three percent, compared to the scum of agricultural tax, commercial tax will always be the big head. Dublin can be so prosperous, except for Madame Butterfly's wrist, and not because it has a good port?

Under the strong suppression of Sinlos, this decree was still forcibly enforced. It's just that everyone is not very optimistic about this decree, especially the poor financial administrator. If it weren't for the advent of blue and white porcelain and perfume, which were sold to the Hebrews and the financial deficit was filled in time, he would have really wanted to hang himself on the gallows.

He had already arranged a good plan at the beginning, and if he followed his plan, he was confident that within twenty years, Desmond would be as prosperous as Dublin. Unfortunately, his lord was a disobedient man.

Stupid crooked nuts, the wisdom of the Central Plains people, how can you understand. The last clause of the contract is the essence of the contract.

The lord who wanted to preside over it himself left because of the war, but the order was faithfully carried out by the vassals, no matter how unwilling they were.

And this qiē has nothing to do with Ulred. The farmer straightened his clothes, trying to look more tidy, and his heart pounded faster than before.

Eventually, he took a deep breath and pushed open the gates of Desmond Castle. Inside, the adults in the castle were waiting for him