"Turnip, do you know how to get rich quickly in this world?" Stannis asked, holding his chin, to Robert, whom he had given his new nickname.

"I want to know I'm still messing with you. 'Radish' said absent-mindedly.

Despite a series of fiscal decrees, Stennis knew it would take a long time for them to be effective.

So in order to keep your own treasury a little balanced, the fastest way is to cut back on expenses.

"It costs so much money to rent a donkey for a celebration, so cut it for me directly!"

Stannis picked up the quill pen, which he had already sold, and drew a large cross in Maester Romont's vellum.

The old man hurriedly stopped with a sad face, "This is unacceptable, Your Excellency! You can save anything, but this money is not saved, and at the Hanukkah celebration every quarter, each lord must bring a noble donkey to attend, which is a tradition that has lasted for thousands of years, otherwise it will be very shameless." ”

It's really a bad taste, and I use the donkey as a fetish to contribute. Stannis didn't care about the importance of this custom, "I'm already poor and almost pants, and I don't care about face! The next time I participate in that celebration, I'll say that my donkey is angry with me! Spend 50 gold coins on it every year, and you treat it as my father, boss!"

Maester Romon didn't say any more, and he didn't think it made sense to lead the donkey around the celebration every quarter.

Stennis again began to retrieve the day-to-day expenses of Bachelor Lomon's records.

"And the salaries of the guards and cooks in the castle will be cut in half first! The year-end bonuses will all be cancelled, and the lax garrison and dark cuisine will be embarrassed to take so much money!"

Cook, who had come in with a plate, immediately collapsed.

"Haha, Boss is wise!" Robert teased the chef who was lying on the floor.

"What! I have to give 5 gold coins pocket money to radish every month!? is he my son, I have to give him pocket money for free to eat and live in, he is crazy or I am crazy, cut it all!"

Robert, who was still laughing at Cook just now, burst into tears.

The rest of the scholars and knights shivered, and Stannis circled them a few times without squeezing out the oil, but he was still unwilling.

"Chief Knight, in the future, the castle will not be reimbursed for the maintenance of your weapons and armor, you go and discuss it with the blacksmith at the entrance of the village yourself. As for the university scholars, although you are 70 years old this year, in order for me to get out of debt as soon as possible, your 'pension allowance for the elderly over 70 years old' has been cancelled from today. ”

The old man still wanted to argue, "That's a decree issued by Emperor Fredet the Great, to treat the old man preferentially!"

"Yes, yes, then you go to him and treat you well. Stannis rejected him.

In this way, Stennis can save about 200 gold coins a year.

However, this is not enough.

"Hey, you guys, can you still think of a way to save money!" At this time, Stannis finally thought of promoting democracy, after all, the wisdom of the people is infinite.

Several of his subordinates were cut down by him, and they had long lost their enterprising spirit.

They hung their heads and sighed together, pain crawling all over their faces, like Luther losing hope in life.

Looks like a strike!" Stannis smiled, everything was under his control.

"Whoever helps me cut my expenses, I will give him half of the savings as a subsidy!" he shouted about the new policy.

In an instant, a group of people held down Stannis like vicious dogs pounced on food, and shouted nonsense.

"Boss, I have a suggestion, Korodov eats too much, he should be allowed to lose weight!"

"My lord, I don't think Cook should be giving him money to buy groceries in the future, let him figure it out on his own. ”

"Ahem, Your Excellency, you see that my time is short, ahem, can you restore the 'maintenance allowance for the elderly over 70 years old', ahem. ”

"Can you give me the rotten panties from the castle, and I can wear them in my clothes again, clinging to my warm flesh. ”

"Uh-huh!?"

Everyone stopped to look at Cook, who said this.

Chef blushed, "Oh, you guys hate it, I'm just trying to save money for adults." With that, he ran out blushing.

Stennis said......

"Bachelor's degree. ”

"In. ”

"I think it's time for a change of chef......"

“...... Yes, Your Excellency. ”

Discussions went on and on, and there was still no place to squeeze out the oil and water. In the end, they came to the unanimous conclusion that they could only make up their minds about the taxes they paid.

I have to pay half of my taxes a year, and I haven't been so miserable when I've been looted.

"How can you pay so many taxes?" Stannis was very angry, how could there be any reason for the ruling class to be ripped out of their bones?

Master Romon shrugged helplessly, "We don't understand this either, it's up to the tax collector to decide every time." ”

It dawned on Stannis that these financial idiots had no idea what taxes they were paying, and if it were themselves, they would catch these stupid asses and slaughter them.

"There must be something greasy in this, people in this era don't pay attention to honesty? It seems that morality is not gradually slipping, but it is crooked from the beginning!"

The more Stannis thought about it, the angrier he became.

"I'm so angry! You guys are indifferent to the thought of a lot of money flowing into the tax collector's pocket so silently!, can't you pay so much!" he waved his fist and said he wanted to hit someone.

It was Robert who persuaded him: "But sir, don't be here any longer, for the tax collector will come in the afternoon, and you will ask him in person." ”

"Today?" Stannis wrenched his fingers, today is neither the beginning nor the end of the month, what is the tax collector choosing this time for?

"For these days are the days of harvest. ”

It dawned on Stannis that the people of this world also knew how to prevent tax evasion, "Oh, these tax collectors are really looking at me like dogs, ready to come here with the smell of meat!"

"Listening to the boss say this, it's really quite similar. Robert agreed.

Sure enough, not long after lunch, the Imperial Tax Collector, a big fat man, appeared lazily in front of his castle with a few carriages.

And Stannis had been waiting there for a long time.

The fat tax collector was a little surprised, for Lord Justinian had never bothered with such mundane matters.

And this time, the young lord not only appeared, but also lined up with his entire team, and even the cook stood on the outermost side and looked at him with friendly eyes.

The tax collector felt a little palpitation, and the men all looked at themselves with evil intentions and smiled hideously.

However, he still did not back down, because today his task was heavier, and he had to collect more taxes than before.