With Yaliana and Aya guaranteeing the ticket, Luo Ming temporarily maintained a little trust in those original cultists.

Anyway, they haven't been to Van Shee yet. Before meeting them in person, no matter how much Luo Ming thought about it, it could only be a pipe dream.

After dealing with this matter, Luo Ming had lunch and took a nap.

When he woke up, there was nothing to do for a moment - on a whim, he changed into a set of ordinary civilian clothes that he didn't usually wear, put on a large-brimmed hat, and put a little mud on his face.

After looking in the mirror for a long time, and confirming that it was unlikely that he would be recognized unless he was an acquaintance, he left a letter, and walked out of the lord's mansion under the disbelieving gaze of the doorman, and walked towards the field.

Nearly half of the spring ploughing has passed, and some hard-working and capable farmers are even about to finish their work, so they have free time to sit aside and chat with other farmers.

The overseer stood aside, and didn't care about the slightest laziness - anyway, with the help of iron farming tools and ploughing oxen, he would definitely be able to finish the work within the allotted time.

Even those peasants who worked more slowly could not be lazy and rest, but there was absolutely no expression of sadness and numbness on their faces.

Objectively evaluated, although both Charlotte and her uncle Shari, the two Barons Miana are capable people, and they are not only tyrants who blindly oppress the lower classes.

However, with no change in production technology, no increase in land, and no high-yield crops, no matter who rules it, it is unlikely that this situation will change much.

The most tyrannical and greedy lords will certainly make the people below feel hopeless, but even the benevolent lords can only keep their people alive a little better, and will not let them die of hunger, cold, and starvation.

After all, at today's primitive level of agricultural technology, only three or four grains can be harvested for one seed sown.

About half of them will be collected as taxes, and another will be kept for the next year's seeds, so that the rest can only be maintained at the level of starvation, and occasionally enough to eat.

And taxes are the foundation of the rule - repairing the original canals and raising troops to defend against bandits, even if the lord himself does not spend much, will not save much.

As soon as Luo Ming came to power, he threw several heavy punches in a row, each of which hit the hearts of the farmers.

The use of new agricultural tools can increase the efficiency of farming by tens or even hundreds of percent.

A ploughing ox can carry several strong laborers.

The use of farm fertilizer has increased the output of each mu by dozens or even more than 100 catties.

The excavation of the canal saves them the effort of fetching water from a distance, and can supply far more water than manual fetching, so that the output can be further increased.

In Meiquan Ling, the average income of peasants can be conservatively estimated to increase by 50 percent, and many of them have already completed the leap from hunger and cold to food and clothing, and a small number of families with family members joining the army are even expected to rely on the tax exemption and preferential treatment policy to become well-off!

Of course, there are no bicycle watches in this era, but at least you can eat all the time, save a little money, and open meat and see some oil and water during the New Year's holidays.

Walking in the fields, Luo Ming occasionally stopped with the farmers to pretend to ask for directions, or chatted a few days.

Indeed, there are many words praising the "powerful and merciful master of Luoming", who is not too thin-skinned, but can barely bear it.

His face was silent, and he praised Luo Minglai together, but his heart was beautiful.

What is the people's heart, this is called the people's heart!

Of course, not all of what he heard was such praise.

Even if people are grateful to Luo Ming Dade, they will not just praise him for dozens of minutes without interruption, and they will always come up with something else to say.

Some people talked about their lord's woman's fate, and their mouths were full of envy.

Jealousy is basically gone, but there are some more blessings for the lord's body to be strong and healthy, and to have many children and grandchildren.

"Although the lord can live a long life, I also have a grandson, old man, and I want to see my grandson marry a daughter-in-law before I enter the earth. I hope that the heirs of the lord will be equally strong and merciful, and will always bless my children and grandchildren......"

Hearing this, Luo Ming barely controlled his face and did not tremble violently, so he could only pretend not to hear.

This kind of gossip is not bad, at least there is no malice...... But occasionally there are some real dissonances.

Just as taxi drivers love to scold the traffic department and gossip about the government at friends gatherings, when it comes to the rise of conversation, there will be people who complain about something.

After all, they have not yet experienced the power of the secret police, the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the X Security Service, and they do not understand the meaning of the water meter.

However, in this era, there were few nobles who were well fed and would spy on the words and deeds of ordinary peasants.

The peasants were all tied to different territories, and there was little communication in ordinary times, and it was difficult to connect them together.

Even if all the peasants in a territory rebelled, the nobles in the nearby territories were not jealous, they had soldiers and equipment, and they could immediately kill and suppress this mob who wanted to rebel against the ruling order.

Since it was difficult for the peasants to make big things, the nobles naturally did not have too much defense against the peasants.

Moreover, now that Luo Ming has walked a kilometer away from the Lord's Mansion, which can be regarded as the far away emperor of the sky, the peasants have no scruples and have gossiped with him.

It was enough to say that the bakery owner had stolen a little flour, but in the midst of these small complaints, Luo Ming heard a tax collector take an old hen from the next door.

Hearing this, a wave of anger grew in Luo Ming's heart.

Although he is a good person in the usual sense, he does not consider himself a "messenger of justice".

If the tax collectors and other officials had been a little greedy from the money they had received, but had done their jobs well, perhaps they would have been scolded for correction and then ordered to hand over the stolen money—how many gentlemen could be found in such an age who had come out of the mud without staining?

But Luo Ming did not remember that there was such a thing as a tax on the old hens in his territory, and if he and his subordinates wanted to eat chickens and eggs, there were two families in charge of breeding, and the chickens themselves were his private property, and these two families could be regarded as agricultural workers hired to take care of the chickens.

And the tax collector's actions were either overt robbery, or he invented a tax out of thin air.

Collecting more when collecting taxes and paying less when handing in can be said to be the norm for tax collectors in this era.

But in the Meiquan territory, the taxes have been personally reviewed and revised by Luo Ming and Da Kang, and they dare to do something on this, which is simply contempt for the ruling order in the red fruit land!