The memory freezes in this moment.

Despise the kings of the past and the present, and regard the dynasties as rotten wood.

Zhao Si and the others looked up at the Taoist on the high platform, and at this moment, the mediocrity of the other party completely faded.

Even if they are separated by a long history, they can also feel the style of the so-called immortals in the world. At this moment, both they as bystanders and everyone in their memories were shocked.

A thought crossed time and space, and invariably appeared in everyone's hearts.

This is the immortals.

Zhao Si clenched his fists, his face was flushed under the agitation of the mood, and he tried his best to restrain himself so as not to be exposed.

"This is the real immortal! The world's true immortal is only Li Changshenger! ”

A voice came from beside him, Zhu Yunwei, a former old criminal policeman, praised unabashedly, his face was more excited than Zhao Si, and his eyes were full of fanaticism.

In the past, he didn't understand why those reincarnated people in the Immortal Dao era worshiped the living immortals so much, but what the monks' various classics required was to be self-oriented, revealing resistance to personality cults everywhere.

If a monk wants to grow, it is necessary to forge an invincible Dao heart for a top powerhouse, and genius arrogance is also inevitable.

They themselves are also individual powers, and it is inevitable that they will lose their weight to worship another individual powerhouse.

Like Li Changsheng, there are countless reincarnations who have overwhelmed an era, and they may not be as strong as the living immortals, but the strength and weakness are sometimes relative. In their time, they were already the strongest, and they should not be worse than the living immortals.

But there are so many strong people, only Li Changsheng has reached the height of convincing everyone.

Now that Zhu Yunwei understands, he finally understands.

Li Changsheng's authority comes not only from his strength, but also from his personality.

"Individual power does not necessarily produce oppression of the weak, it is just that the system cannot avoid the exploitation of the weak by the strong, and once it happens, it will be an exploitation that cannot be resisted, and we cannot put society on the preferences of a certain individual strong."

Zhu Yunwei said to himself that the government's worries about the extraordinary and powerful in the early years were also what most people were worried about.

"But if we can't pin our hopes on a certain interest group, why resist if we can bring peace to the world and make the people gain? One is an established fact, and the other is the so-called fault tolerance. ”

"Brother Zhu, don't say it." Xu Danting hurriedly interrupted.

This kind of talk can't be nonsense, and the company has always been very strict about the ideological issues of the executives. Once there is a rule in the cultivation world where the mind is inclined to the law of the jungle, then there will be very little resource inclination in the future.

Society does not produce a strong person who wants to be above others.

There is nothing wrong with worshipping immortals, but there are also mistakes.

It's not the immortals who are in power.

At least these native monks don't know that the power structure of Shenzhou has changed dramatically. An individual powerful person will distort everything around him, and Li Changsheng, as the embodiment of his ultimate power, is like a black hole that attracts everything around him.

Even if it is Shenzhou, the human feelings, social power, and rules that have lasted for thousands of years have fallen for it.

I mean there is no greater providence than that.

Nowadays, even people's minds are absorbed.

Zhu Yunwei thought he was a good person, he ignored Xu Danting's dissuasion, and continued: "I will record the Immortal Dao era and the society under the rule of immortals according to my own needs, which does not violate the regulations." ”

“.”

Everyone was speechless, each with their own thoughts, but most of them were undoubtedly touched.

People have a good impression of goodness, and no matter what position they are in, they actually don't hate the existence of altruism. If it is the truth of the world that the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle, then it is the nature of living beings to be close to the good.

Otherwise, why did the dynasties say that those who win the hearts of the people win the world?

Because the human heart is full of all kinds of ugly desires, it still maintains a heart that yearns for goodness.

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A month later, the decision of the Asgard Palace came down, and all the resources of the human race should be concentrated to prepare for the cold disaster in three years.

None of the immortal sects dared to oppose it, even if it was a sect of the Flying Star True Person, they also tried their best to build all kinds of flying boats to control the food transportation of the entire human race.

And its specific program. It was also quickly drawn up in countless discussions of the great power of practice.

It is divided into three parts, digging holes, storing grain, and opening fires.

The first is to dig holes, the land itself is a very good warm house, and the monk can use earth magic to quickly build a number of shelters deep underground with ventilation and warmth.

If you don't think about comfort, a short few months of shelter from the most severe cold can build many caverns in the ground within three years, accommodating 30,000 people.

Zhu Xue's Golden Juice Fire Luo Great Array once again played a vital role in solving the most difficult sewage discharge.

Storing grain, Asgard will allow the people of the world to switch to rice and sorghum, which are shelf-stable foods.

Open the earth fire, and the fairy palace intends to build a formation that envelops the entire Tianzhou, triggering the earth fire in the earth veins to fight against the cold plague.

If all goes well, it is expected to maintain three months of spring each year, so that sorghum can be planted once a year.

The Earth Fire Great Array was the most incomprehensible part of it, because even the top formation masters could not guarantee that they could control the Earth Fire of a city, let alone the Earth Fire of the entire Heavenly State.

"Poor Dao is in charge of the fire, and the rest will be left to you."

Li Changsheng answered the objections of many yuan babies in this way.

"The world is not the world of the poor and the world, it is the world of the people."

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Asgard 113 years.

The four seasons are like spring, there are no disasters and no diseases, and people are like a thriving appearance. The environment has even warmed up slightly, and in some areas with higher altitudes, the temperature can reach below zero in winter, but in recent years, the temperature in winter has generally not been lower than 10 degrees.

In some of the valleys, the birds are singing and the soil is fertile, and the yield has doubled again and again with the blessing of sufficient fertilizer and spells.

After satisfying their basic food needs, people began to pursue a higher standard of living and began to grow a variety of vegetables, fruits and spices. But at the beginning of this year, a decree from Asgard banned all non-grain crops, replacing them with rice and sorghum.

In this way, the common people did not complain, and when they heard that it was ordered by the immortals, most of them took the initiative to remove cash crops and plant rice and sorghum instead.

At the same time, the news of the cold disaster was announced, so that the people of the world were prepared.

It's another year of grain collection.

As soon as the collector opened the door of the granary, and before he had organized people to go to the villages and towns to collect it, he saw an old man sitting at the door, and a few bags of rice were placed in a cart beside him.

The levy officer asked, "Uncle, what are you doing?" ”

"I'm here to get food."

The first reaction of the collector was that this old man wanted to avoid taxes.

Because Asgard collects twenty taxes and one, that is, farmers have to pay one-twentieth of their harvest. According to the rough calculation of the yield per mu, the yield per mu of one mu is 600 catties, so you have to pay 30 catties.

The above is for people who only own 5 acres of land.

If the property exceeds 5 acres, the tax will reach 19 tax 1, and more than 10 acres will rise to 18 tax 1.

And so on, large landlords who own hundreds of acres of land have to pay three taxes and one tax.

At the same time, in order to prevent land owners from concealing the yield, in the exclusion of natural and man-made disasters and other factors, part of the land will be confiscated if the yield per mu does not meet the standard.

Paying your own taxes is just trying to conceal it.

For example, this year's yield per mu is high, and you will come to hand it over, and you will generally harvest it according to the average yield per mu. This is also acquiesced by Asgard, which is used to motivate the people to increase the yield per mu.

"We're here to deliver the grain, too."

"And me."

"Me too, don't cut the line."

Suddenly, there was a voice in the distance, and the grain collector looked up and saw a large group of people running with grain bags.

Some families each carried a bag, some pushed carts, and some even brought ox carts.

The grain collectors remembered that this year was not a good year, and they had done their research in advance so that they could draw up a grain collection plan.

For example, this year's average point of active grain payment will rise by a few points during a bumper harvest and drop by a few points during the harvest.

Could it be that our expedition went wrong?

He pulled the adjutant next to him and whispered, "What's going on?" This is not to say that there is basically no bumper harvest this year, except for the Hetao area, and even some places have failed to harvest because of the climate. ”

"Yesterday's collection point for taking the initiative to pay grain has been released, how much less grain do you have to collect?"

The adjutant was also sweating profusely, and said, "The little one went in person, and he inspected it twice a month, and it was indeed not a good year." ”

"My lord, why don't we change the price temporarily?"

"I'm afraid that your brain is not in water, if the investigation is not strict, at most you will be suspended, and if you change the levy point casually, you will lose your head."

The most taboo in Asgard is the indiscriminate collection of taxes.

As soon as the grain collector gritted his teeth, he could only open a warehouse to collect grain.

The first old man said that he owned five acres of land and paid 300 catties of grain.

"Huh?!" The grain collector's eyes widened and he glanced at the ledger in his hand.

"Uncle, did you take it by mistake? 5 acres of land to pay 300 catties of grain? ”

According to the twenty tax one, it is converted into 6,000 catties of grain from these 5 acres of land, and the yield per mu is as high as more than 1,000 catties!

It's tripled.

Do you have any panacea in your field?

The old man patted his chest and said proudly: "A thousand catties per mu should be paid so much, and I am honored to pay more!" ”

“……”

The grain collector and adjutant took a step back, turned around and began to whisper again.

"What to do? According to the regulations, we have to receive, and there is no precedent for refusing to hand over grain. ”

"But my lord, how can we explain this ledger to the top?"

"Otherwise, let's wait for you to investigate this person's field, and at the same time the account book handed in is also marked in red, and take the initiative to ask for a thorough investigation."

"Feasible."

The grain collector accepted the old man's grain, and then took the second place on the scale.

Eight acres of land, pay 600 catties, and the yield per mu is also 1,000 catties.

3rd place.

Thirteen acres of land, 1,200 catties, and the yield per mu reached an exaggerated 2,000 catties.

The grain collector was completely numb, and it was hard to imagine what kind of good year could make the yield per mu directly triple, and in some cases even quadruple.

As the grain collection points in various places sent the account books to the Immortal Palace, Taiyin Immortal Jun was responsible for the counting, and just glanced at the account book and threw the account book in the face of the person in charge.

She was furious and said, "Are you taking this palace for a fool? The yield per mu is 3,000 catties, and I am afraid that if no one steps on it, the rice pole can hold him up. ”

"Investigate thoroughly immediately, whoever dares to collect grain indiscriminately will be killed!"

A few months ago, the immortals emphasized that they would not rob the people's grain, but now they dare to collect an average of 300 catties of grain, and in some places even 1,000 catties.

According to the standard family of five, the grain grown every year does not exceed 2,000 catties, and the harvest of 1,000 catties is to force the rhythm of rebellion.

It's even more in the face of the fairy!

Asgard attaches great importance to this, and sends a large number of monks to various places for field investigations, and even Qingxuan Daoists have been dispatched.

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Somewhere in the middle of the field.

Now that the autumn harvest has just passed, the fields are bare, with scattered straw piles tied to them.

This place is a rare Hetao area in Tianzhou, with a suitable living environment, which is a rare place where you can scatter, and it is also one of the best granaries in the whole Tianzhou.

Qing Xuan descended from the sky, changed into a simple dress, and then walked into the village not far away.

Under the setting sun, smoke rises from the thatched huts.

A family of five randomly selected by Qing Xuan, he walked into it and showed that it was a wandering Taoist priest who wanted to spend the night.

Qingxuan, who was warmly received by this family, even specially killed a chicken for it and took out a jar of rice wine.

After three rounds of drinking, Qing Xuan finally asked: "The layman's family looks well-off, I don't know how much grain I paid this year?" ”

The white-haired and bearded old man opened his cloudy eyes and asked rhetorically, "Is the Dao Chief sent down by the immortals?" ”

Qingxuan did not deny it: "Although the old man said, I will make the decision for you." ”

"Old man, I know I can't deceive the Taoist, our family has paid 1,000 catties of grain this year." The old man said truthfully.

"But we didn't pay more, and no one forced us to pay more. Every household in the village paid at least 100 catties of grain, which was all of our own volition. ”

"Starting at 100 pounds, this is far from the rules set by Asgard. Lay people don't need to be afraid, there is a poor road here, and no one can hurt you. ”

Qing Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was already a trace of murderous aura in the depths of his eyes.

A family of five dared to collect 1,000 catties of grain, even when the immortal chief purged the powerful decades ago, no one dared to be so bold.

"No, we're all volunteering."

The old man still shook his head, showing no sign of fear or coercion on his face.

"It's also true that the yield per mu is 2,000 catties."

"Layman, what good is it to you to talk like this?"

"Dare to ask the chief, old man, if I don't say so, will Asgard Palace accept my grain? Will the immortals take it? ”

"No, immortals don't covet the people."

"So we can only produce 1,000 catties per mu."

Qing Xuan suddenly felt that things might not be what he imagined, the old man in front of him lied a lot, but he was unusually calm in his heart.

After several inspections of the spirit, nothing was found wrong.

He asked suspiciously, "Why is that?" With so much food, I'm afraid you will have a problem with food and clothing. ”

"The immortals said that the cold plague is coming, and we want to help the immortals."

The old man's cloudy eyes flashed with brilliance, his words were firm, and his face was resolute, not like an old man half-cut into the ground.

"We mortals can't move mountains and reclaim the sea and fly away, nor can we adapt to the cold and warmth, and the only thing we can do is probably to farm and pay for food."

"The immortals said that the world is the world of the people of the world. Please also accept our food and do your part. ”

Qing Xuan was silent for a long time, this situation was the first time he had encountered it.

"What if you don't have enough to eat?"

"We keep enough for ourselves, if we really don't have enough to eat immortals, they will help us."

"What if the immortals can't help you?"

"It means that the immortals are in difficulty, and we should help the immortals."

The old man held his granddaughter beside him in his arms, shook it gently, and said, "My father has told me since I was a child that we followed the immortals to this land. There are jackals, tigers and leopards on the road, natural disasters, and subsidence. ”

"But the immortals never gave up on us, and we never gave up following in the footsteps of the immortals."

"We are all children of immortals, the father does not abandon the son, and the son does not forget the father."

The autumn harvest is over, and the granaries of Asgard are full.

Asgard has never increased taxes from beginning to end, nor has it wanted the people to suffer, but the people of the world are scrambling to pay for it.

The will of the people is unstoppable.

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In Asgard.

"Your Excellency, the autumn harvest fairy palace has a total of 300,000 catties, which can be used by the human race for a year. If this is the case every year, it can last for the Terrans for five years. ”

Feixing Zhenren put the ledger in his hand with both hands, and his voice trembled slightly, not fear, but an indescribable excitement.

Throughout the ages, there have been such things as not relying on force to collect the world's grain.

Li Changsheng just glanced at it, then leaned back on the back of the chair and asked lazily:

"Got it."

He wasn't too surprised, and even his answers were so perfunctory.

Because of him, Li Changsheng monopolized people all his life.

(End of chapter)