The neighborhood seems so peaceful in the early morning, not because people are still sleeping, but because taxes are going to be collected, and everyone must be at home when the taxes are collected, otherwise they will bear the consequences. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And Garenne was standing in the middle of it, and he felt amazing. A few days ago he was one of those who was now hiding in the house, but now he is also standing in the ranks of tax collectors, collecting taxes from house to house.

He was in charge of a street in the slums, and although he was poor, the taxes were the same as everyone else's.

It's already 9 a.m. Some of the people who had scraped together the money were already watching at the door, and some shops had already opened.

"This time the tax is different, and each person has to collect one silver coin, so there may be cases where some people really don't have money," Jossa told the group. So we all need to pay attention! Pay attention to who really doesn't have money, and who have money in their pockets but don't pay taxes. Finally, write down the names of those who don't have money on the list, and let someone else do it for you if you can't write. ”

As he spoke, he deliberately looked at Garen, who looked nervous in the crowd of tax collectors, and Garenne noticed Hosa's gaze, and he shouted loudly: "Master, I can write without the help of others." ”

His shouting drew snickering from many people, and he suddenly realized that it was rude to shout in public, and Hossa didn't say anything about him, and he bowed his head in shame. It drew more laughter.

"Okay, no more talk! From now on, one person is in charge of one block. If you encounter difficulties in the neighborhood, you must help, otherwise, you can also ask for help if you encounter difficulties, so let's go now!"

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"It's time to pay the money at the beginning of the month!" shouted Garenne, learning the name of the others, and then walked to the first blacksmith shop, and said to the boss, "Please pay tribute to the Knight of Hosa." ”

The blacksmith owner had always lived alone, and the business was good, so he just glared at Garenne again and gave the money.

Later, Garenne met many people who were unwilling to pay their taxes, and they all paid their taxes under his soft and hard bubbles, and one of them shouted to Garen, "What good will it do you to scavenge a few silver coins from the poor!"

Garenne didn't know what to say, so he stood there awkwardly. Then a knight came to the old man and said, "Do you think that the wall alone will protect you? Otherwise, who will be a soldier! Don't talk nonsense, pay your taxes quickly!"

Seeing the knight's angry appearance, the other party hurriedly took out a money bag from his pocket: "I only have these, do you see enough." ”

The knight took the money bag, weighed it, and said, "It may be a little bit closer, but I won't remember your name this time." Garen, be tough with them, or they'll pretend to be poor to you, and I'll tell Hubert to do you a favor." ”

With that, the knight threw the money bag to Garenne and returned to his precinct. Garenne looked at the money bag in his hand, and then at the old man's hateful gaze at him. He didn't dare to look at it directly, so he lowered his head and silently walked to the next one.

After a few more shops, Galen again encountered a problem, an old man who owned a butcher's shop was unwilling to pay taxes. His only daughter is about to get married, and although he doesn't need to buy any dowry, he must buy some necessary things.

The old man said, "You damned parasites will just lie on us and suck blood." “

Hubert's head poked out from another block. He said: "Yo, dead old ghost, dare not pay." ”

Then he walked over, stood in front of the butcher shopkeeper, and slapped him so hard that the people around him dared to look but not make a sound. He viciously scolded the man who was old enough to be his father: "Old man, keep my brother's mouth clean! I heard that you have a beautiful daughter, do you want my two brothers to meet her!"

The old man heard this, and hurriedly took out all the money to Galen. and entered the house without looking back.

Hubert shouted to the people around him: "The elves may invade at any time, who else but us can defend the city, is it you! ”

Then Hubert smiled at Garenne and turned back to his neighborhood.

After that, Garen's obstacles were much less, and many people closed the door after paying the money and did not come out. Some really didn't have any money, so Garenne collected as much money as he could, and then wrote down his name and the taxes he owed.

In the end, he finally made it to the last one. He pushed the door open, and it was a pottery shop filled with clay pots. The owner of the pottery shop didn't seem to know that he was going to collect taxes today, and he was still humming a little song and doing his work.

"Don't you hear, old man," said Garen, to the shopkeeper who was working, "and when it's time to pay the taxes, and your ears are clogged with mud?" he tried to imitate Hubert's fierce tone.

The owner, a middle-aged man with a balding beard, was making a new crockpot when he heard Garen's words: "Business is bleak, people have fled to the south in fear, and who has the heart to buy crockpots and works of art." The money you earn now is not enough to provide for you. ”

Garenne said gloomily, "You know the rules, do you want me to remind you?" At this time, Garenne saw a woman standing in front of the table in the corner of the room, presumably his wife.

"My name is Derrick and my wife's name is Cassandra. Write down our names, and we'll be able to fill them up later. Derick said helplessly.

Gareen flatly refused: "No, if there are two people in the family, you must pay one person's tax." ”

Suddenly, Garenne saw six statues placed at the top of the counter, and they were beautifully carved. Without exception, the carvings are all dragons, and every detail of the dragon is fully visible, even the dragon scales are carved in a layered manner.

The shopkeeper said proudly, "Well, you have a good eye, those statues took me sixteen days of work, have you ever tried to do one thing wholeheartedly?"

This is Hubert pushing the door in, and said, "Are these families looking for trouble, or I will teach them a lesson for you." ”

"It's nothing, it's just a look at some of their colors," Garenne said. As he spoke, he raised the statue in his hand.

Hubert looked at the beautiful statue in Garen's hand and on the shelf, and said happily: "Then I wish you a good time, my street has been closed, and if they dare to disobey, they will call me to help you." When the meeting is over, we will go to the northwest corner of the city wall to gather, which is where we will try. ”

"Understood, then you go first. With that, Garenne held the statue aloft. Under the horrified gaze of the shopkeeper and his wife, Garenne stopped throwing his right hand downwards at Hubert's exit. With his left hand, he picked out a few crockpots and ceramic crafts that looked the most worthless, and hit the ground with a crisp breaking sound. The store manager was covered in cold sweat, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He watched as Garenne put the statue back in its place.