The party and the hosts crowded around the table, and little Paul and the three boys sat on the edge of the bed.

On the shelf next to the fireplace, two rabbits were bubbling with oil, and from time to time a drop of golden oil dripped into the fire, and a string of flames burst into the fire.

"Praise the god of the harvest. ”

The man took the wooden bowl, held it high above his head, and celebrated with everyone.

The members of the adventuring group followed the man's movements and recited the prayers. Leo's hand was raised a little lower.

Isenas took a bite of the bland barley porridge and said, "Thank you very much for entertaining us uninvited guests so ceremoniously. ”

"People's encounters are all arranged by the gods, and there is nothing uninvited. ”

The man seemed to be very open-minded, pushed the dried salted fish on the table, and put it in front of the two girls.

"Thank you. Nana put her hands together and bowed her head, and Lizanka hurried to do the same.

"You don't look very rich. By the light of the fireplace from the fireplace, Isenas stole a glance at the man's family.

"Of course, you can't compare with those of you who have the ability. The man smiled. "We just want to be fed. ”

Leo and his party, although they are not glamorous, but they look incomparable to ordinary people at a glance, especially Nana and Lizanka, the unique temperament of the two girls, which has a great background at a glance.

"I see that you have a lot of fields in your town, how can you only have such a small savings?"

"That's not our land. The man put down the bowl and bowed to the little idol on the table. "It's all a gift from the god of harvest, and we, the rough people, are just tending to the farmland for the gods. ”

"How will your harvest be distributed?"

"Of every ten acres of land, eight acres belong to the gods, and the remaining two acres are given to us by the gods. ”

"Eighty percent tax?"

"Where is such a heavy tax?" said the man, waving his hand, "We only need to give the half acre of land to the church." ”

"Ten acres of land to pay half an acre, isn't that half a tax? "Isenus was actually a little confused for a while.

The man was also a little confused: "What are you talking about?" ”

Immediately, the man patted his head: "Ah, you haven't planted the land, no wonder you don't know." ”

The man patiently explained: "The god of harvest has helped us to cultivate such a vast farmland, and believers naturally will not let God be busy clearly, and it is only our believers who should do not let the eight acres of land be wasted there, and these two acres of land are ours." All we have to do is pay taxes from these two acres of land. ”

Everyone in the adventure group couldn't help but look at each other.

Isn't that actually equivalent to paying eighty and a half percent of the tax?

Isenus silently calculated in his heart that if the god of harvest could greatly facilitate the cultivation of the fields and increase the yield, such convenience would be offset by the heavy taxes. Therefore, the tax on these ten acres of land is not as heavy as imagined, although the area planted and the taxes paid have increased, but their labor intensity and harvest have decreased and increased. Judging from the range of wheat fields they saw along the way, this so-called eighty-and-a-half percent tax is about fifty to forty percent of what it looks like in a free country.

But such a clever algorithm makes these farmers think they have taken advantage of it. Twenty percent of the tax is inconceivable anywhere.

Isenas still had some doubts in his heart, and he asked, "The god of harvest has only collected such a small tax, and your life should be much better than it is now." ”

"It's not because of the damned nobles!" the man slammed the table on the table, startling the hostess and Nana.

"What do you say?"

"In our own two acres of land, these blood-sucking nobles actually have to collect forty percent of the tax!"

The hostess hurriedly grabbed the man's arm: "Be quiet, you can't talk nonsense." ”

"Forty percent. Leo muttered.

This is actually much more merciful than the church.

Hearing this, Leo also probably understood what kind of relationship the church, nobles, and ordinary people had with each other in the country of faith.

The church received the greatest benefit, not only collecting the highest taxes, but also collecting another amount from the nobility. In addition to this, they have also gained a good reputation with believers, and seeing that these believers have willingly paid eighty percent of the taxes without noticing that they have not paid eighty percent of the taxes improperly, this shows that the education of the church has been successful.

And the aristocracy, it can be said that they lost a lot, not only lost a lot of the church in taxes, but also lost their reputation among the people, it is no wonder that the nobles in the Golden City and the church have such a big difference.

Under the two opposing forces, these ordinary people, who are both leaders and believers, can only struggle to survive in the behemoths of the two old times.

Leo couldn't help but speak: "However, it is obviously your gods who exploit you more ruthlessly." ”

The wooden spoon in the hostess's hand flickered, and some barley flew out of the bowl, and she hurriedly swept the barley into the bowl with her hand, praying in her mouth: "My god, this boy is just talking nonsense, and you must not blame him." ”

The man was also a little angry, even a little angry: "This gentleman, please don't open your eyes and be angry here, I admit that our life is not as rich as yours, but we can do as much as we can earn." We're only going to mess around in the ground, so we only deserve these things, and we're incompetent, so how can we blame the gods? Not to mention that if it weren't for our gods, we wouldn't even be able to eat!"

This room, which is both a dining room and a guest room, becomes tense under the fire and the rendering of the host.

Isenas stretched out his hand and stopped between Leo and the man: "I'm very sorry, sir, Leo just hasn't experienced your life, that's why he said something that I don't know the severity, for the sake of these prey that the god of harvest has rewarded him, forget it this time." ”

Isenus said as he winked at Leo.

Little Paul slipped down from the side of the bed, picked up two rabbits, placed them on the empty plate on the table, and reminded loudly, "The rabbit is roasted." ”

The man looked at these wild meats that he usually didn't see at all, sighed, and said, "Since the god of harvest has rewarded you with these foods, presumably your gods are above me, and I don't want to say anything, but please forgive me for not being able to enjoy these foods." ”

Leo opened his mouth to argue something, but under the stern eyes of the adventuring party and Nana's secret dissuasion, he had to change his tone and say, "I'm very sorry, sir. ”

The originally lively dinner ended in an unpleasant atmosphere, and the two rabbits, which were roasted golden brown and had crispy skin, had to be slowly cooled down with the salt in the small bowl, and no one touched them.