I Possessed the Sun God

How to do?

What can we do?

The anxious and anxious villagers used silent expressions to express their confusion.

Pay taxes? Where can they pay taxes on their money? Every year, after paying various taxes, the output in the fields can only be blamed for barely maintaining enough food and clothing, and where there is a surplus.

If they don't pay taxes, they will be arrested by the tax officials in the city as slaves and sold to the nobles.

As for the escape, it was not unimaginable that those who can escape will eventually be caught by the tax officer and placed in the city to tortured publicly, no matter where they flee.

Great **** of cool officials, please let the noble lords reduce taxes, and then pay taxes, the children in the family will have no food to eat.

Some believers with children prayed in their hearts, hoping that the gods could save them, just like the gods save the believers in the church books.

"Ten silver coins per month is too much. We don't have that much money at all." A hunter who often goes hunting in the mountains said unwillingly. "The big men in the city don't collect taxes, they are our lives."

"Then what can we do?"

The village chief took a breath and sat on the ground, "If you don't pay taxes, you will be arrested and become a slave."

"If you are lucky, you can be a servant of the nobleman. Although you have lost your freedom, you can still eat at least, but if you are unlucky and sent to the tax official to mine, you will not live for a few years."

Mining is much harder than farming, and digging holes is often connected to the underground world, and there are often particularly cruel creatures running out of it, which is very dangerous.

"We can try to believe in the **** of agriculture." Derek, who had been silent, said.

"The **** of agriculture?" The village chief looked at him with strange eyes. Derek wouldn't be stupid. Believing in other gods would have to pay double the tax.

"Yes, it is to believe in the **** of agriculture."

Derek explained, "My cousin is in Burgundy. She believes in the **** of agriculture and doesn't have to pay taxes."

"You don't have to pay taxes if you believe in the **** of agriculture? Your cousin didn't lie to you, right." The village chief's wrinkled brow wrinkled even more.

"Actually, I have also heard that believing in the **** of agriculture does not have to pay taxes."

Someone in the crowd said that he knew more than Derek, "The doctrine of the God of Agriculture is to protect our farmers so that the nobles cannot oppress us."

"The tax officer of Burgundy Chester was beaten out by the farmers when he went to collect taxes."

There is such a good thing! The village chief thought about it seriously

"Then we try?"

"I will notify the other villages that everyone believes in the **** of agriculture and does not pay taxes."

I hope I don’t have to pay taxes.

...

At dawn, two suns rose from the horizon.

Celt, the tax officer of Tadelgada, put on a dark uniform, rode a straddle, and ran out of the city.

Whenever it’s time to collect taxes, tax officials will collect taxes door-to-door, and in order to collect taxes more efficiently, the nobles divide the areas that need to be collected into several areas and let the tax officials draw lots to decide I am responsible for the taxation of which area.

Unfortunately, Celtic got Shakui Village when drawing lots.

Shakui Village is a village far from the city of Tadelgada, and it is not only far away, but also poor. The tax officer who went to Shakui Village to collect taxes last year almost sold himself to the nobles because he did not receive the full amount of taxes. .

Damn, why did I draw Shakui village... I hope they pay the full tax, otherwise I won't be as kind as the last hapless guy... Selte shook the gray hat in the handshake and put it on his head. on.

The tax officer in Tadelgada City would have to pay for it out of his pocket if he did not receive the tax, and he would not fill this pit as softly as the tax officer last year.

It didn't take long before he arrived at Shakui Village. The gray-haired village chief and the villagers had been waiting for him at the village gate.

"I'm here to collect taxes."

Celt took out the document issued by the nobleman, and said coldly, "You need to pay 37 gold coins in Shakui Village this year."

"But we only have 3 gold coins..." The gray-haired village head was over 50 years old as he listened to the amount that the tax official said.

There are only 3 gold coins... Celter's face changed, he glanced over the adult in front of him, and glanced a few times.

Seeing his action, the village head became nervous.

"My tax officer, we really don't have any money. You know, there is not much land in our village, and there are no medicinal materials and animal skins bought by the masters of the city in the nearby mountains..."

"Where are the children in your village? Call them all out and let me see." Celter interrupted the village chief.

Hearing the words of the tax officer, the blood on the faces of the children in the village began to fade and became pale.

"My tax officer."

The village chief’s lips were pale, and he forced a smile and said, “The children in the village have all gone out to play...sir, waiting for next year, next year, our Shakui village must pay taxes in full.”

"Next year? First hand in this year's and then explain the new year." Celter said with a high voice, "Call your children out, otherwise I can only go back and notify the guards in the city. Then I will send more than a few children. Go to be a slave."

The village chief's face suddenly turned gray and defeated. He looked at Celte and wanted to plead, but Celte glared at him and had to swallow the words back.

"Maybe... it might be a way to survive by sending the family's children to the noble servants. At least you don't have to worry about getting hungry." The village chief who had a straight back suddenly became jerky.

Some villagers said weakly, "But you have to worry about being beaten to death by the nobles, or sent to mine for mining."

The village chief paused and dragged a heavy step back to the village. After a while, all the children in this village were called out.

A dozen children, large and small, asked in an unknown voice.

"Grandpa village chief, is the tax officer gone?"

"Grandpa village chief, my mother said we can't come out unless the tax officer leaves."

"Grandpa Village Chief..."

Hearing a slightly innocent voice, the village chief's eyes solidified.

Celt glanced over these children, but unfortunately there was no valuable girl in them.

"This, this, and these others, come out." He pointed to a few girls and said.

If there is no value, you can only rely on the quantity.

"Grandpa Village Chief..."

The girls who were spotted were terrified of strange tax officials.

"village head!"

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"dad."

The eldest son of the village chief is very anxious.

Hearing the shouts, the village chief made his last effort, "My tax officer, we believe in the **** of agriculture..."

"The tax paid by the **** of agriculture is doubled." Sailt did not hesitate to say the regulations made by the **** of cool officials.

The blood on the village head's face disappeared cleanly, his head lowered, and he didn't speak any more.

Celt frowned, and went up to take the girl he picked out.

The next moment, he heard the wind that covered up all sounds in his ears.

With a snap, the head wearing the gray hat fell to the ground.

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