All Things Wrong

Coma is an ordinary farmer in the vicinity of the city of Satumare, with a family of five, six acres of land, not very rich, but doing quite well. This autumn's harvest is over, the six acres are basically a big harvest, the wheat is piled up in a warehouse, and Coma has done the most important work of the year, waiting for Lord Lord to collect the taxes, then sell some food in the city, and then the rest of the winter.

“Coma! Go to Village Square, the papers are here.” Sitting in front of his house drinking tea, he rushed over to a man, Coma looked up and saw, Devons, who lived next door to him.

“Oh, autumn tax?” Coma nodded, almost at the time, ready herself long ago, so she got up and followed Devons to the village square, with a small wooden table on top, on which Village Chief Ike was speaking.

“Are they all here?” The village mayor Ike looked at the people below, basically every household had sent someone, and nodded, “Gentlemen, calling everyone here today, I believe everyone knows what's going on, the annual fall harvest is over, and now it's time to pay taxes. This year, the city of Satumare, to which we belong in the village of Sikor, is no longer the direct territory of the Empire. Everyone knows that a new Duke has arrived, the entire Lancaster region has become the Principality of Lancaster, and our village is now also the territory of the Principality of Lancaster, so this year's taxes have just been fixed by the Duke, the official documents have been sent to Satumare, and I have just come back to see them. ”

“Mayor, we already know, just say what the tax rate is.” The next villager said that the owner of this place had been notified to each household a few days ago, and everyone knew that the boss had become the Duke of Aquitan, but what does it have to do with them, it's not the same as paying taxes every year, can someone else not pay?

“All right, listen up, the tax rate set by the Duke this year is… 70%!” The village chief suddenly raised his voice and shouted out to the villagers below.

“Huh?” Everyone down there is stunned. Am I right?

“Yes, the first time I heard it, I couldn't believe it. It was 70%. This is an impossible tax rate. Lord is so good to us!” As the village chief spoke, he was thrilled with tears and tears.

“70%? 70%! Jesus, Lord, you're charging us 70% tax!” The villagers below returned to God, and immediately began to get agitated. "I have eight people in my family. If I paid 70% of the tax, I would starve to death. This... this is fantastic! ”

“Oh, my God, this new lord is so kind, he's actually charging 70% tax rate, well, our family is starving to death, looks like I'm going to sell a son, thank you lord!” One of the villagers next to him thanked Zero for his remarks.

“70% Ah, I have never met such a good lord, thank God of Light for sending this good lord to us. ”

“Now we can't live. Great, Coma, do you hear me? It looks like we're all going to starve to death this year.” Devons is excited to say that they have more families, that their brothers are generally more productive, that there are 11 of them, and that they have less land, that 15 per cent of taxes have been a little tight in previous years, and that this year there is no way to live, which makes Devons so excited that he can't be himself.

“Great, Devons!” Coma also feels the warmth in its heart, very happy for its neighbors who want to starve to death, 70% tax, this year the family is still hungry, dry for nothing, although it is not a big deal, Coma is happy.

“Villagers, I am so excited to hear about this, I have been a village mayor for more than a decade now, why have you ever had such a heartbreaking tax rate, besides, the Empire now requires lords everywhere to rest and recuperate, can't charge such a high tax rate, lords, for our lives, hard to take such a risk, charged us 70% tax, this... what a great lord!” Emma, the village chief, said as he patted his chest.

“Long live the Lord! Long live the Lord! ”

No need to remind the village chief here, the villagers below immediately shouted, Devons and Coma immediately shouted, everyone from the heart of gratitude, shouting and shouting.

“Everybody be quiet. Everybody be quiet.” Emma, the mayor of the village, pressed her hands immediately, indicating that everyone would be quiet and that the scene would soon calm down again, "Emma on this side said," Ladies and gentlemen, I decided that in order to thank the Lord for his grace, I would personally go to Sovata City and wish to thank the Great Lord personally. ”

“Mayor, I'm coming too!” One of the villagers below shouted immediately.

“Me too! My family is definitely going to starve to death this year, before I do, I must thank the Lord! ”

“Me too!” “I'm going! ”

“Everybody be quiet!” Emma said with a cane on the floor, "Just let me go, the tax collector will arrive tomorrow, all your households are here to prepare, try to pay the tax early, Lord is so kind to us, we can not cause trouble to Lord, your heart, just have me pass it on to Lord. ”

“The village chief is right.” The villagers below also nodded. The tax collectors are gone. They can't find anyone. This is not delaying Lord's tax collection. Lord is so kind to himself, this can't be done.

“Okay, Mayor, we will stay with the tax collector and pay the tax immediately.” The villagers below said.

“Okay... I'm leaving today. Tomorrow my son Selwin will greet the tax officer in my stead. Everyone must cooperate. Don't cause trouble for the lord, okay?” Mayor Emma ordered.

“Rest assured, Mayor, we will cooperate!” The villagers replied.

“Well, dissolve it, I'm ready to go, too.” Mayor Emma waved.

The villagers immediately spread out and went home to let their families know the good news and make them happy.

The next day, on the way to Sikor Village, tax collector Pavlov walked towards Sikor Village nervously. He really didn't want to come. This year's taxes are not collected, is this a tax collection? This is obviously a robbery. How can you survive if you collect 70% of your taxes? This is a total rebellion.

Bukwu, the owner of the city, had ordered martial law. When the tax collector was sent in the morning, Pavlov, a petty officer who was not his turn, was elected. The reason was that his boss resigned yesterday. Nonsense. When such a fatal thing happened, his boss, who was greedy and afraid to die, had already run away. Unfortunately, Pavlov didn't react. He was directly appointed by the city owner this morning, and now he follows more than three dozen city guards. He says he wants to keep himself safe. In fact, Pavlov also understands that he is afraid that he will run away.

Imagine what happened today, there must be a lot of angry villagers asking themselves what was going on with the tax rate, then the mass excitement, chopping off the tax collector to unravel the uprising, the more afraid Pavlov on this side, the slower he was afraid to walk, the later the city guards were not sure what was going on, always urging Pavlov to hurry.

After a half-day delay, Pavlov arrived at the door of the village of Sikor, which was his first stop, but Pavlov felt like he had no life to go to the next stop, and this hundred pounds must have been handed over here today.

“Coming, coming!” Just walking to the entrance of the village, Pavlov's group was spotted by several villagers waiting for them, and the villagers who immediately reported the letter went to the village chief to represent Selwin.

“It's over... it's over..." Pavlov immediately saw a bunch of excited villagers rushing towards them, Pavlov's legs softened and he almost didn't stop.

“Whatever you want, stop!” The rear city guard immediately stepped forward and stopped in front of the villagers, "he said.

“Is that the tax official?” Acting Village Chief Serwen asked one step ahead.

“This is the tax officer, Lord Pavlov, who is now going to collect taxes in the village of Sikor. You little people, why are you blocking the way, do not know what is the crime of delaying taxes!” The captain of the city guard went one step further and yelled at the villagers.

“Forgive me, Lord Pavlov!” The villagers on this side were frightened and immediately knelt down and spoke to Pavlovci in the middle.

“Huh? How is it not what you think it is?” Shouldn't Pavlov come up here and tear himself up in pieces? Why doesn't it feel like this? For the first time, Pavlov was called Lord Pavlov. Pavlov was also very happy and brave. Pavlov stepped forward and said, "I am Pavlov, the tax officer. What are you doing? ”

“Lord Pavlov, the herdsman is Selwin, the son of the village mayor of Sikor. My father sent me to receive you. It is not easy for you to come. The village already has a wine table, waiting for the grown-ups to come. I hope the grown-ups will appreciate your face.” Selwin said immediately.

“Wine... wine table?” Pavlov here can't figure it out. It would be nice if he didn't tear himself apart. You're kidding.

“Yes, my lord, please hurry into the village.” Selwyn added.

“No, this guy's laughing so happily.” Pavlov suddenly doesn't know what's going on, he starts to think, “There must be something wrong. There must be something wrong with this wine table. Are you trying to catch me alive, or see how many people are here, trying to poison us? ”

“Bastard!” Pavlov dared to step forward and say, "I... I don't have time to drink, you guys pay the taxes, I... I'm going to the next place. ”

“Forgive me, my lord!” Selwyn said immediately, "Then ask the grown-ups to come into the village and take a short break, and we'll start paying taxes immediately. ”