Under the gloomy sky, an undead horse pulls a light van carriage and slowly walks down a seemingly endless road. On the left side of the road is a vast dark forest, and on the right side is a large river, and on the other side of the river are mountains. The Blood Raven circled and wailed at the edge of the dark forest, and the screams of wild beasts could be heard from the forest, making the passers-by tremble.

"This young master, I'm afraid that our taxes this time are not easy to collect. Sijiu sat on the driver's seat in the carriage and said to the carriage, "The two villages you received this time are both poor places. ”

"Poor place?" Lu Jingzhi's voice came from the carriage, "I'm not afraid of being poor, phew, I almost bit my tongue." We will take what they come up with, and the young master will make up for the difference. Lu Jingzhi knows that recuperation is the most needed thing for the human villages that have been oppressed for a long time, and if they can be given a period of cultivation, they should be able to develop rapidly, which is a rebound after oppression.

But Lu Jingzhi was too optimistic about this matter, and he was surprised by the products of these two villages—the food produced here is only eaten by humans. There aren't many humans in the Castle of the Dead, and human food doesn't directly supply the undead, and is only useful when keeping human slaves in captivity. In most villages, in addition to gathering sulfur or planting ice fruits, they also grow some food for their own use.

This village, which is closer to the Duke of Wensha's castle, is called Shanqian Village, with the West Kunlun Mountain at its back, looking at the East Kunlun on the other side of the river, and is built along the road that crosses the dark forest, adjacent to the dark forest on the right and the Heishui River on the left. The main output of Shanqian Village is the pany, which is a crop that ripens once a year, blooms in midsummer every year, and harvests fruit in the middle of the year, and the fruit is like an ear of wheat, also called Muhe.

"This is Mu He?" Lu Jingzhi looked at the three big trees and asked in disbelief, "Can the wheat it produces be edible?"

"You can eat it, sir!" the village chief of Yamamae Village was a middle-aged man with the type of uncle, "My lord, this thing is Sumire, also called wild wheat." The Mu He you are talking about, the villain has never seen it. However, it does bear a lot like wheat, and it tastes and textures the same. ”

Lu Jingzhi paced Fang Bu and raised his head and said: "In the "Biography of Mu Tianzi", it is said that the black water is a wild wheat, there is a violet, and the so-called Mu He of the West Membrane. This Mu He is not your name, but since the Five Hu Rebellion in China, the Western Film people's statement is closer to the image of this thing, so since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the Central Plains only know Mu He, and few people know the answer. I guess you came to your village from before that to come to the realm of the undead. ”

The village chief of Shanqian Village nodded proudly and said, "My lord, our ancestors were originally small people who fled from the Han Kingdom more than a thousand years ago, and followed the new Han King to expand the territory and also received a castle. ”

Lu Jingzhi said: "Castle, isn't this a small village, and where is your castle?"

The village chief was a little embarrassed, with a slight blush on his face, and said, "Duke Wensha lives." ”

Lu Jingzhi suddenly realized and said, "You are the descendants of the New Han Army." "The New Han Army fought three battles with the Undead Clan, the first two won and the last one lost, and they lost completely. Although the New Han people in the undead world have been reduced to human slaves, the undead have always had a high opinion of the New Han Army, treating them as enemy heroes. But the descendants of the heroes are living a little miserable.

On a whim, the village chief mentioned the glorious history of his ancestors, and only after finishing talking did he think that the human in front of him was from the side of the undead clan, and his class was not low, he was a knight. A knight is only one step away from the nobility, and it is an identity that is more than enough to be superior to the bottom, but it is an identity that is beyond the reach of human beings. Only the own people of the undead clan can be promoted to knights, is this human being an undead? But looking at his red lips and white teeth, and his facial features are upright, how can he look at it.

"Uncle Village, why are you looking at me so carefully?" Lu Jingzhi couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he saw the village chief's eyes staring at him up and down.

"Oh, nothing, nothing. The village chief uncle hurriedly withdrew his gaze, and made up his mind that if the adults didn't ask, he wouldn't need that foul mouth if he died.

"Uncle Village, your harvest this year is good. Lu Jingzhi looked at those Mu He of different thicknesses, each Mu He was a big tree, with lush branches and leaves. The thickest wood is about six or seven meters high, and the branches are as thick as three people hugging each other, and the smaller ones are also one thick. Each branch is slightly bent downward, and there are many signs of breakage, and it seems that the hanging tassels are hanging a lot and heavy.

"Yes, yes. My lord, don't dare, don't dare. The village chief looked at Lu Jingzhi worriedly, for fear that he would say something wrong. The fat knight who came to collect taxes in the past didn't talk as much as this young knight at all, and he just pulled people and left, anyway, he basically didn't want these grains.

"Uncle Village, how many Dings have been added to the village this year, and how many mouths have been entered?" Lu Jingzhi's question also wanted to see the development potential of the village.

The village chief uncle heard it in his ears, but he didn't mean it like that, his face changed a few times, and he leaned over with an old face that was more ugly than crying and said: "My lord, there are more than ten women in the village who can give birth to babies, and seven of them have given birth to babies this year, and there will be two more female dolls next year." You see...... "The Han Dynasty people called the girl and the Lu means that they are going to marry and have children, and there is also a saying in the "Book of Rites" that "women have five out of ten". This village elder uncle inherited the customs from the Western Jin Dynasty, and what he said is also the same thing.

Lu Jingzhi didn't notice the ugly face of the village chief at all, he had been intimidated by Bergo and Nado's ugly faces, and he was already immune, and at this time he just said "oh" lightly, thinking in his heart how many years it would develop at this increasing rate. Seeing that Lu Jingzhi was silent, the village chief uncle became even more anxious, could it be that this adult is too little?

Sure enough, Lu Jingzhi muttered to himself: "This is too little, according to this way of life, when will it work." "The population of Shanqian Village is only more than 80 people, divided into more than 10 households. If it were somewhere else, or in the world, the birth rate of more than 10 percent per year would have exploded long ago. And in the realm of the undead, under the control of Lord Wensha, the population of Shanqian Village has never exceeded a hundred.

The village chief didn't dare to speak, although he had to experience such a parting of life and death every year, but how could this young adult be so abrasive in previous years? It's also that the village chief doesn't know that the fat knight has no status in the castle, and he can't afford to raise human ghost slaves, so he doesn't have a translator, and he often borrows the ghost slave translations of other families to make up the number, and when he can't borrow it, he naturally refuses to even speak.

Lu Jingzhi didn't know what the village chief was thinking, so he suddenly thought of something and asked, "The undead clan generally doesn't collect grain, what do you use to pay taxes?"

The village chief uncle was stunned, and said secretly in his heart: "Do you really not know or do you not know?" Although he thought so in his heart, the young man in front of him was also a knight, so he had to reply with an attitude of answering questions: "My lord, we use human life." ”

"What?" Lu Jingzhi really didn't hear clearly, he didn't think about it at all. If the village chief said that he had exchanged food for something else or made wine to pay taxes, he would have accepted it, and suddenly the word "human life" popped up, making him wonder if there was something wrong with his ears.

"We pay taxes with people, my lord, with our people. The village chief raised his voice, and there was a little sadness in his eyes, but no anger. More than a thousand years of oppression have turned the blood of the New Han Army cold, and they may have considered themselves livestock raised by the undead. Isn't it the logic of domestic animals to give some lives in exchange for the survival of more people?

When Lu Jingzhi heard this, a kind of disgust arose in his heart, but he suppressed his urge to scold, and told himself rationally that this was a helpless choice for human beings to survive.

"Then how many people are you going to hand over to me this year?" Lu Jingzhi's face was gloomy, and he couldn't give kindness to a village chief who betrayed the villagers. With his identity, there is no need to disguise his emotions.

The village chief uncle saw that the lord was unhappy, and he regretted that he had the mind to jump into the well, and he didn't know which sentence was wrong, which provoked the knight's face to stretch, and only replied with a sigh of relief: "My lord, in previous years, it was chosen by the adults who collected taxes, and the villains did not dare to make their own decisions. "In the village, if the child is born quickly, the woman will be taken away, and if the child is born slowly, the old man will be taken away. Children are props for reproduction, and when they grow up, they will inevitably be expropriated.

Just when Lu Jingzhi wanted to get angry, a pig suddenly screamed, and the sound of wow, to Lu Jingzhi, was tantamount to heaven.

"What kind of sound is this?!" Although he knew that it was a pig barking, Lu Jingzhi still subconsciously asked, it was difficult for him to resemble the existence of pigs in the undead world.

"My lord, it's a pig. The village chief replied nervously, and as soon as he said it, he realized that something was wrong, and immediately changed his words: "No, sir, I mean that it was the pig barking just now." ”

Lu Jingzhi glanced at the village chief with a smile, how could this person be lacking in brains? If he didn't change this, everyone would have heard it. But he immediately turned the subject to business, and asked, "How many pigs do you have?" ”

Seeing that the adult's face looked better, the village chief uncle hurriedly replied: "Each household has two or three pigs, and there are about dozens of pigs. Some also have chickens at home. They are all brought from the Han Kingdom, not from this side. ”

Lu Jingzhi knew that the most birds here were blood crows, and the most beasts were undead horses, pigs and chickens, which could only come from the human world. This mountain front village is rich in food crops, feeding chickens and pigs is no longer convenient, may have a high birth rate, but also related to the abundant food in the mountain front village.

"This year's tax is allowed to be paid by pigs and chickens. A person is worth as much as a pig twice his weight, or a chicken three times his weight. Killed, pickled, and then sent to the castle, it was said that the knight of Lu Jing collected it. I don't want any people. Lu Jingzhi said: "There are also those grains and wheat, which are also sent according to the annual ration of ten people." Not a grain of wheat is missing. ”

Uncle Cai was almost stupid, there is no need for dead people in the village this year, is there such a good thing? He pinched his face, sighed in pain, and then smirked: "My lord, I'll go and do it for you." Today you can live in our village, and slaughter live chickens and pigs for you, which is much more delicious than pickling. ”

If you want to know what happens next, let's see the next breakdown.