(Girls' Literature) Under the ancient and primitive tax mechanism in kind, tax evasion is unavoidable and difficult to picket, and under the ultra-high administrative cost of the feudal system, door-to-door audit is just throwing watermelons and picking sesame seeds, which consumes Nuoda's manpower and material resources, which not only has little benefit, but also may cause unnecessary negative impact. After all, the way of collecting taxes is similar to the protection fee collected by street gangsters on the earth, knocking on doors door-to-door, depending on the mood or whether the backstage of the store is hard, there is no more or less 'grabbing'. If you get the chicken feather order arrow from the upper level, you can really turn the artisan area upside down, and a stagnation artisan area is not what the upper class wants to see.

As for the tax records, the biggest loophole in the absence of supervision is always bound to be self-theft, and the funds for various activities are simply a bad debt, and after two or three days of scrutiny, you can barely see the top two significant figures of each workshop's annual tax.

In other words, theoretically, if no one testifies or frames it, a workshop that pays less than its peers will not attract attention, and the father and son who are discussing the tax balance are just worrying. But the accumulated faith of a lifetime, as well as the unbearability of the consequences, still made the father and son panic in their hearts, like elementary school students who did not hand in their homework. It is a bit of a comical situation that has only arisen that tax evaders are trying to eliminate the loophole in arrears by improving the tax law.

Old Iza pondered his son's plan repeatedly, and his feelings were complicated. It was heartbreaking in the face of the inevitable 'hemorrhage', but the thought of heaven made him feel a little relieved, and at the same time, he was also happy for the growth of his second son, which was indeed a good way.

Well...... Wait, is this growing too fast?

"Did you come up with these on your own?" Old Iza narrowed his eyes, saw that his second son was a little dodgy, and suddenly asked in a loud voice, "What the hell is going on?"

"It's nothing, just Jim suggested to me. As a servant of the Divine Lord, it is enough to leave only the basic necessities of life, and the rest should be left to the Divine Lord. And if the business of the workshop improves, it should also be known to the gods, which is also a kind of merit. After a pause, Ariba continued: "Listen to him, he wants to go to heaven after death. But I thought along with that that this was a good opportunity. ”

Old Iza nodded, not suspicious, but said the biggest problem with this plan: "It's so noisy, in front of peers, it's not good to be a man." ”

Aliba blinked his eyes twice in a daze, and said, "What's this, the two workshops that took the lead in reducing the price didn't care about us." ”

"Fart!" old Iza growled. "How can a slight reduction in prices be in collusion with tax priests...... Ahem...... It's always different. ”

Sensing the disrespect of his language, he wanted to stop there, but seeing that the second son still didn't understand, he had no choice but to explain with a slightly outrageous statement: "Think about it." This new technology-based tax will soon spread to small workshops from all walks of life throughout the artisan district, and then be abused, just like this war tax, as well as the earlier space passage usage fee, the Divine Grace Day street cleaning fee, and the war tax from the war more than ten years ago. What will the workshop owners think of our family?

No matter how much trouble we make between these workshops, it is also an internal problem, and if outsiders are involved, it will be different. So remember, if you want to do this, you can only do it in secret, and you can't tell your eldest brother to let him be in the limelight, or even protest a little with the workshop owners afterwards.

Just make up the tax account, don't think about anything else. ”

Finally, the elder Iza concluded. Ariba did not grasp the true meaning of this preaching, and nodded out of his usual obedience.

With the general direction set, the father and son discussed the details a little, and finally decided to give advice to the temple in the craftsman district in the form of a letter, and the signature was, of course, 'a devout believer'. As for the handwriting problem, of course, there is no need to worry, and it is not too simple to make a living pencil character from the condensation.

After talking about the matter, old Iza just wanted to go back and enjoy the 'pear blossom pressed begonia', but when he saw his son with a constipated expression, he scolded with a wry smile: "Say!"

"This ...... It's a bit hard to say. ”

Probably out of a man's intuition, Old Iza had a serious expression and asked, "About Bai Yang?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that your second grandson is a little too close to her, this ...... I'm not saying it's bad, but it always feels a little awkward. ”

Old Iza frowned slightly, comprehending the hidden meaning of the so-called 'awkwardness'. The second grandson is the eldest son of the second son, and he is only eight years old this year. It seems like nothing at this time, but time will change everything, and the worst ending of many old and young couples marriages in the artisan district comes to mind. Ten or twenty years later, ninety percent of them will be gone. A grandmother who is not yet thirty years old and a workshop heir in her early twenties? Considering the character of the second son, this picture is too beautiful for old Iza to imagine.

"What's close? Also, that's not what you found, is it?"

"Hmm...... That is, pulling hands. Ariba replied to the latter question a few times, but still gave the answer: "My daughter-in-law asked me to say it." ”

"Understood. I will tell Bai Yang, don't tell your mother and sister-in-law about this. Old Izza breathed a sigh of relief that things weren't as bad as they had imagined. Probably Bai Yang didn't care about this, and the second daughter-in-law was anxious. But it can't be ignored that a young boy at this age has an uncertain temperament, and it is not good to develop any 'strange obsessions' after all.

That night, in the sage time, old Iza straightforwardly lit up with his third wife, Bai Yang, and the latter also realized instantly, saying that he would definitely pay attention. Old Iza nodded with satisfaction, remembered another matter, and asked, "You can tell me about the price contract within the merchant team." ”

If it can be based on the mechanical design ability of the young Jim, and then use the technology sharing and blockade as the positive and negative hands, it is not impossible to form a binding force, and connect several textile workshops in the artisan area. In this way, the family can be guaranteed for at least a few decades.

After Bai Yang finished speaking, as an examination school again, Old Iza asked the girl what she thought of this goal. But unlike the earlier purpose of 'recruitment', it is now just an instinctive test of the elderly to the younger generation, which is probably similar to teasing the grandchildren.

"Sounds like a good idea, but can you give me a day to think it over?"

"I'll give you three days. Old Iza smiled slightly, "Let's sleep now." There's still a lot to do tomorrow. ”

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Over the next three days, the father and son went through the anonymous letter several times to confirm that their identities would not be revealed, and then quietly stuffed it into the donation box of the temple in the artisan district. At the same time, Lao Iza also showed his most brilliant acting skills, and took the opportunity of 'chance encounters' with tax pastors in several districts to chat a little to confirm that he did not arouse suspicion.

Busy forgetting about the establishment of the 'Textile Workshop Price Alliance', when Bai Yang hinted that there was something to do at night, he also struggled with how to push off this 'public grain'.

"The plan to connect several textile workshops into one is a good idea, but it's a new rule, and you have to be established for the first time. ”

"Ah...... Oh, yes!" Old Iza patted his stomach, not wanting to expose his old state, and made an excuse to cover up: "Eating too much is sleepy, can you say it again?"

The girl Bai Yang's smile remained unchanged, and she repeated the beginning in a soft voice, and continued: "As for how to establish authority, there are two methods in the merchant team: kicking out of the group and directly executing. But unfortunately, in this city of divine grace, I have not thought of any effective and feasible way to make other workshop owners fearful. ”

Old Iza wasn't sure if it was true or a little clumsy, but it didn't matter, knowing how to converge was a better quality. "How about building on Mr. Xin's textile machine innovation ability?"

The girl Bai Yang blinked her eyes twice, indicating that she didn't understand.

"First of all, some of the improvement plans will be announced to all workshops, and it is stated that those who do not join the alliance will not receive information on the next technical improvement. After pulling everyone on the boat, those who cut the price privately for no reason kicked out of the alliance, and updated the technology again to reduce the price of the cloth and squeeze it to death. There is another simpler way, which the old Iza did not say, that is, after the introduction of the new technology tax, secretly report that the unauthorized price reduction has adopted the new technology, impose heavy taxes, and achieve the goal without attracting enemies.

"This ...... After all, he is just an outsider, and he is still an ordinary person with no ability to protect himself, and it always feels a little unstable to build such a plan on it. The girl Bai Yang paused, and said: "If it's just an idea, it's nothing to talk to me alone, so the decision of the entire workshop is still better to discuss with everyone." ”

"yes. Old Iza nodded, quite satisfied with this answer, stroked the girl's hair, and said, "I'll talk about it at dinner tomorrow." But that slum boy, do you have any way to win it over?"

"More pay?"

Old Iza shook his head, "If ordinary people get so much money, they are causing trouble, and you are harming him." ”

"But he's already a lifelong servant. ”

"Let's make a fuss. ”

"Huh?"

"Look at you like this, of course, you have chosen a little girl from ordinary people's distant relatives to recognize as your granddaughter. Old Iza was in a good mood because of the girl's round eyes, and joked: "Otherwise, the second daughter-in-law will fight hard with me." ”

The hereditary nature of the magic talent ring, or the innate favor of the gods, is a matter that all families have to pay attention to, and the union of kingdoms is the same, and it is the same here, marrying ordinary people is 'self-degenerate'. If old Iza really recruits his granddaughter with magical talent to ordinary people, even if the second daughter-in-law works hard, the public opinion of the entire craftsman district will not be on the side of old Izza.

After dinner the next day, the core members of the family, which had increased from six to seven, began a meeting on the issue of the 'price alliance', and the elder Iza was slightly relieved that the eldest son did not leave directly, although bowing his head and chanting the sutra was not a positive attitude.

The family quickly came to a consensus that it was a good idea, and then began to disagree on the issues of 'how to maintain the alliance' and 'how to get Jim to the fullest'. Old Iza had expected it, but he announced with majesty that the issue would be shelved, and each of them would go back to think about it and discuss it again, and told him not to talk about it with outsiders.

It is expected that after the Artisan District Temple increases the new technology tax, it will be a good time to act. In the face of pressure, those peers will inevitably choose to cooperate obediently. And if it is leaked in advance, it will inevitably lead to suspicion.

After the meeting ended, the elder Iza remembered the performance of his eldest son, and decided to talk to him with the hope of what happened. If you can persuade him to let go of his 'teaching' heart a little bit and put more energy on the family workshop, he will really die without regrets. After all, the second son is frail, I'm afraid that in case, he won't live to his age, and how can he do it if there is no pillar of the family at that time.

But I never expected that old Iza had just walked around the corner, but he saw his eldest son coming out of the room with a lantern, how sneaky he looked. If it weren't for the familiarity with the figure, old Iza even suspected that his eldest daughter-in-law was stealing. It's also thanks to the fact that old Iza is reluctant to light the lamp when he walks at night, otherwise they would really bump into each other.

I wanted to say something, but I frowned, took a half step back and completely disappeared into the darkness, intending to wait and see what happened. According to the eldest son's schedule, this should have been the time for evening classes, and it is really curious why he suddenly changed this thunderous habit.

The eldest son walked downstairs with light steps, and when he approached the account room, old Iza really almost beat his heart out of his cavity, and all kinds of bad expectations were broadcast in his mind. When the eldest son walked through the door of the account room, old Iza breathed a sigh of relief and felt his back. And when the eldest son walked into the kitchen, old Iza was at first relieved, thinking that he was hungry. But frowning, and not saying that it was customary for the eldest son to eat at dinner, a mere hunger could not be a reason for the devout to interrupt the evening service.

But before old Iza could doubt for too long, the eldest son came out of the kitchen and went straight back to his room, as if he had just taken a sip of water in the kitchen.

Old Iza was even more puzzled, the two old servants and the newly moved in Jim were all lifelong servants, pouring water and serving the night pot was exactly what it was to do, and this kind of thing still had to go out in person? When the sound of the door closing, old Iza walked out of the shadows and into the kitchen, and it was pitch black. Turning around to get the magic lamp, he looked closely, and finally saw some wet marks in a pottery bowl on the table.

Old Iza picked up the bowl, but smelled a strange aroma, and then stuck out his tongue to lick it, which was obviously a drink, like grape but very different.

Of course, if Old Iza wanted to break his head, he would not have guessed that this was a magic addiction potion forbidden by the Divine Cult, let alone that this was the most ruthless and newest of them: the blended version of the green mist potion.

Old Iza frowned and thought to no avail, rummaged through the bottles and cans in the kitchen for a while, but did not find the bottle containing this 'drink', shook his head, wrote down the matter for the time being, and went back to his room to rest.

In the next few days, every night old Iza would secretly observe the eldest son's sneaking to the kitchen, but he didn't find the source of the drink, and then thought of 'spatial teleportation', but shook his head, spatial teleportation items are not cheap, but the eldest son never used money, so he never reached out to ask for money.

Until the introduction of the new technology tax at the temple in the artisan district, old Iza didn't understand what was going on with his eldest son stealing drinks.