Chapter 0138: A Breaking Decree

Two golden dragons?

Absolutely true!

Moving a log from the gate of the city gate to the gate of the main fort was rewarded with two golden dragons.

No one would believe that there is such a good thing in the world.

But in front of everyone's eyes, this matter is absolutely true.

The bull himself was a little confused.

Count Damon was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

He likes to watch the Magic Mountain's behavior for no reason.

Count Gavin and Count Leo also did not expect that the Magic Mountain would add another one to the reward of a golden dragon.

There is no need for these untouchables to behave like this.

Janie also didn't expect that the soldiers and knights, Renard and the others were a little incredulous.

One golden dragon is enough to pay three sergeants for a month. A sergeant is not an ordinary soldier, and those who are qualified to be captains and centurions in the team must first be sergeants.

The salaries of the soldiers of the Westerling family cannot be compared to the Guards cavalry of the Magic Mountain, it is not a level at all.

Two golden dragons, for any one citizen, is a lot of money, converted into silver deer, sixty, you need a medium money bag to hold.

People watched this golden dragon roll on the ground, rolling to whoever was at their feet, and who subconsciously got out of the way.

Eventually, the coin fell, leaving a large circle around it.

Renard said, "Girl, Sir Gregor praises you for your courage and daring, and Sir has rewarded you with a golden dragon in his own honor, go and pick it up, and both golden dragons are yours." ”

The bull glanced at Bernie, who glowed green like a cat's eye and motioned for the bull to hurry up and pick up the gold coins.

Gold coins, two! Oh no, it's a golden dragon. On the obverse is the head of King Robert, and on the back is the coat of arms of the House of Targaryen: a dragon with three heads.

The bull picked up two golden dragons.

The Magic Mountain clapped his hands and snapped twice, so that all the people in the audience looked at him, and the bull also raised his head to look at him, this super big man, the demon from hell that Bernie said, would rape and kill and rape her? The bull didn't believe what Bernie said. Bernie wanted her to follow him, but it was nothing more than a rhetoric to intimidate her.

"Now, in the honor of the Westerling family, in the honor of the Clegane family, in the name of the old and new gods, and in the name of the seven gods of the south, I issue a new decree to the people, the first decree, the military service order. ”

The audience was silent, and it was as if everyone had stopped breathing.

It's finally here, and among the rumors, the military service order is the most rumored, and now it is. The rumors turned out to be true, and Westerling really asked his son-in-law, Demon Mountain, to come here to recruit soldiers to work for him, and after the military service order, it was a tax. Whoever has a man who goes to serve in the army will have to pay for the food and increase the tax.

What a is this!

Count Damon laughed out loud with joy, which was very impolite and undignified to the nobility. But Count Damon didn't care.

The Magic Mountain is not affected by Count Damon, and in his eyes, Count Damon is nothing more than scum. The vast majority of the aristocracy in this era were scum.

The Magic Mountain, which is a few levels higher than the civilization level, is like an elephant compared to Count Damon, and the elephant is not taller or shorter than small beasts such as rabbits and foxes!

Mo Shan calmed down and said, "The military service order adopts the principle of voluntary participation, and there will be no forced conscription. Please rest assured that this is true. ”

Thousands of people in the audience looked at each other.

Volunteering? I've never heard of it. The nobles want to be conscripted, it is a matter of one sentence, and the people in the territory, no matter who it is, must obey completely and unconditionally.

Earl Gavin. Count Damon, Count Leo and others were stunned. Jenny was also surprised, looking at the magic mountain in disbelief.

Volunteer to be a soldier?

Who wants to?

Nobody wants to!

This is a compulsory soldier, not a professional soldier, the status is low, the weapons and armor have to be prepared, and it doesn't matter if you die. After winning the battle, he came back, disbanded and went home to continue farming. If you want to make a fortune in battle, you have to kill and rob, and in addition, you can't get rich, but you can lose your life at any time.

The people have heard rumors that the Magic Mountain came to recruit soldiers to take them away to make money as mercenaries.

Mercenaries are at high risk and face ruthless gangs, pirates, gangsters, and the like.

Moshan glanced at the people in the audience many times, and said slowly: "Anyone who comes to serve as a soldier is a professional soldier. The first advantage is that if one person becomes a soldier, the whole family will be exempt from half of the tax, and if two people become a soldier, the whole family will be exempted from tax. The land of the count, this year, was given to the soldier's family to plant, and was not taxed. ”

Count Gavin's head exploded with a bang, and he looked at the magic mountain, and found that the magic mountain's face was dangling and he couldn't understand it. What the Magic Mountain was still saying, Count Gavin couldn't hear it at all, and he hurriedly reached out to hold on to the railing to stabilize his body.

Madame Hibell in the hall was stunned when she heard this, and her face was full of disbelief, and she suspected that she had misheard.

Count Gavin and Count Leo both suspected that they had misheard, what kind of joke was this Magic Mountain?

Except for the Demon Mountain itself, everyone thought they had heard it wrong, including thousands of people.

The two served as soldiers, and the whole family was tax-free. And it's not the damn conscripts, it's the pros.

Professional soldiers are the most willing to do in peacetime - because they don't have to spend money on food, clothing, housing and transportation, and they still have a good military salary to pay their families every month. Moreover, he has status and honor, he is a professional soldier in the earl's family, and his family is superior and respected in the village.

Magic Mountain looked at the thousands of people in the audience, and said in a deep voice: "The new decree issued by my Demon Mountain on behalf of the Westerling family is based on the honor of the Westerling family and the Clegane family, as well as the honor of the old and new gods, so every word of the new decree I said is true. ”

There was a wind blowing from the square, it was a warm wind, and the weather in June was very comfortable. In July, it will be too hot to bear, and the milk will spoil and produce deadly germs from July, often sweeping the country and even causing plague.

It's just that these people don't know that it is caused by milk because of the failure to scientifically disinfect germs, and they think that it is a punishment from strangers in the Seven Gods.

Madame Hibell was the first to wake up from her horror, and she immediately snatched the Demon Mountain from the hall to stop him from talking nonsense, but the neurotic knight behind the Demon Mountain suddenly stood up and walked into the hall, with a twitching nervous smile on his face and eyes staring at her like hooks.

Madame Hibell immediately stood still, anger rising in her heartβ€”fear.

"In the second year, according to the harvest of the first year, if someone in the family is a soldier, only two percent of the total grain harvest of your family will be taxed. The Magic Mountain continued.

Twenty percent?

The aristocracy levied a grain tax of 30 to 50 percent on the grain of their people. Particularly fertile land, good harvest, big harvest, harvest 50% of the grain as a tax. The nobility and the people are half and half.

The tax on 20% of the total harvest is very low.

The Magic Mountain must be crazy.

However, if he is not crazy, he will not be a magic mountain!

Count Damon figured this out and smiled slightly, but his heart was full of joy.

Without his revenge, the Westerling family and the Clegane family will soon be killed by the magic mountain itself.

You must know that this is not wartime, and the Magic Mountain can be promulgated today and revised tomorrow.

In wartime, there would be urgent orders for requisition of grain, nationwide in the West, issued by the Duke of Tywin, with a certain discretion of the local nobility. The 20% tax promulgated by Magic Mountain is naturally only for peacetime, and there is no war now. In wartime, the people had to hand over 50 to 80 percent of their total grain harvest to the army.

The Magic Mountain wants to repeal the decree just issued, unless there is an excuse for war. But now it's peacetime, there's no war at all, haha, hahaha!

Count Damon was in a very good mood.

Except for a few people, a large number of people were very happy in their hearts. In the large school yard below the main castle, the hearts of thousands of people were even happier.

The Magic Mountain is here to help the Westerling family bring good news to everyone, not a disaster!

But that's not all!

When Count Gavin couldn't breathe and was about to suffocate, the Magic Mountain announced a decree that broke Count Gavin, including Janie: "Ladies and gentlemen, if there is an outbreak of milk this year, all the milk has to be poured into the ditch, don't pour it, Crag Rock City will buy the milk of the soldiers' families at one-third of the usual price, and then buy the milk of the other people's families at a quarter price." The Westerlings will strive to ensure that their people have a secure livelihood, and if the people in their realm lose, Crag Rock and Clegane Fort will bear the burden together. ”

This decree is so crazy that once the milk is too sick to drink in the heat of July, all the milked milk of the Westerlings will have to be dumped from all the cows raised by the Westerlings!