Industrial revolution starting with the undead

A month after Jin left the Earl of Fleetberg territory.

Even today, the villagers of Bath worked in farming. Having become immortals (Nosferatu) by the hand of Jin, they were all old, although it was their youthful appearance.

Elisio, the head of this village, is one of them. It is a surprise to see the body, which should have died hanging on the ferocious blade of the 'Episcopal' Patrol Corps, returning young.

They farm safely because there are now many undead soldiers as village escorts. With a body that will not die, we will repay the lord who helped us.

"Phew..."

"You, why don't you take a break?

"Oh well. It's time for this."

When he sees the sun plunging into Jomtien, Elisio exhales in a small way.

Wife - if Ratch hadn't told me, I'd still be working.

Since becoming a body that doesn't die, this body has never been so tired that it can be said at all. It's a body that doesn't have to sleep or eat. Still, if the sun sets, it goes to the floor, and if it is time to eat, is it due to the habits I have lived before?

For this reason, it is difficult to forget even the time of the meal if you concentrate at all.

"Yes, it's lunch. Let's give the sketches a break."

"Be. Sukefang, Yangfang, Lee Fang, Rest Sumbe."

……

To Elisio's words, three skeletons - skeletons, yangfang, lee fang - walk in with their farm tools down and rattled bones.

Each one of them made him wear the clothes that he had left in Elisio's house. The clothes, too, were those of Elisio's late eldest son, which he could never throw away. And then you lay the sketches over your own son.

Sitting in a chair set up outdoors, Elisio first sipped his tea.

"Phew... we're almost out of fallow land"

"At Mr. Gray's, he's starting to open up. I'm not tired at all, so I don't have enough farmland."

"Do we do that, too? I wish I could cultivate wasteland along the streets."

"The village is getting wider and wider."

"Oh, come on."

Haha, and Elysio laughing and Latch smiling next to him.

But it would seem odd from the side, at that age. Elysio says he's a good young, musculoskeletal young man, because the latch smiling next to him is an old woman.

Elisio quit being a human, but Ratch is still a human.

"Oh, regular flights are here."

"Oh, speaking of which, it seems our village is in charge next month"

"Debe. At the next village meeting, we have to decide on three people in charge."

"Well, it's a regular flight we take care of, too. That's about it."

To Latch's words, snort Elisio.

A scheduled flight is a skeleton hose carriage that connects the villages of Fleetberg territory. This is always connected to three different villages and villages.

This was made for me by the former Earl of Fleetberg - Gin Fleetberg. Instead of renting out a skeleton hose and a carriage for free, the villagers will go to you and make regular flights connecting the village to you - something that surprised me a lot when they first said that.

But now, thanks to this scheduled flight, the village is going to be very moist.

To be specific, the interaction between the village and the village flourished.

Sometimes we learn from other villages how to farm like never before, or barter if there are crops that are scarce. He also laments the large number of single women in one village while young men struggle to find a daughter-in-law, and there may be instances where their interests coincided.

But above all, it was the merchants coming from the city who moistened the village. Until now, all the villages had delivered the crops they had picked to the tax collectors, paying taxes in the form of all the major chambers of commerce buying them out.

That's why retailers who thought it would be cheaper to buy from the countryside than from major chambers of commerce started visiting the countryside. Thanks to this, it is now enough to pay 80% of the tax in cash.

Even today, would a merchant have come on a regular flight - thinking so, looking at the people coming down somehow.

"Hey."

"What's wrong?

He's a tax collector.

"Oh... is it that time of year already"

Tax collector coming down from a scheduled flight - looking at Uruge, Latch nods.

Once a month, the job of a tax collector visiting a village is to determine the amount of tax to be paid that month. It is the job to look at the state of the countryside, to listen to the villagers, to check the quality of the crop and to determine its amount. Uruge and Elysio, who have long been tax collectors in Fleetberg territory, naturally knew each other.

Oh, and look at all those Elysios, the frowning Uruge.

"Long time no see, Elysio Mayor"

"Heh. Long time no see, tax collector."

"I'm here to check on the village... how's it going?

"All the fallow land in the village has become fields. There may not be many crops to pick this month, but in the meantime, the merchant came and made a big deal."

"Hmm..."

Tell Urugi's words about the state of the village without hiding it.

Usually, however, Uruge, who should be happy to say, "That's wonderful," was a painful face for a long time.

Elysio tilts her neck at how Uruge looks like that.

"Well... if I was in bad shape, I still had my hands..."

"What's wrong?

"No, it's about this one. Never mind."

"Ha..."

Large, deep sighing Uruge.

Apparently, I'm trying to say something hard to say - that, somehow, I could understand.

And beyond the fact that Uruge is a tax collector, its contents are easily predictable.

"Sorry, Elysio Mayor..."

"Heh."

"Tax rates will rise in the future. This time, Count Edward Fleetberg, the new lord."

"Ha... how much?

The village of Bath itself has a good economy. That's definitely a fact.

There won't be a problem where the tax rate has increased somewhat - I think so, I ask.

Uruge coughed like it was hard to say, and then told him to sigh.

"... current, double"

"Eh."

"It's twice what it is now. For one thing, it shall be decided temporarily at that amount. With or without next month's status, the amount will be the same as this month. At this amount, for the first time, there are no changes during the year"

"Hey... hey, wait a minute! I don't know what you mean!

Currently, thirty percent of the crops are delivered to Count's territory by the village of Bath. Three Dukes and Seven Citizens - That is the tax fixed by Gin Fleetberg.

This is a much lower tax rate compared to neighboring tax rates, tax rates in the four dukes and territories near Teito, and the five public pentathlons. In fact, until Jin succeeded to the countenance, the tax was also five public citizens in the territory of the Earl of Fleetberg.

As a result of Zinn's radical reform and standing around to make sure there was no problem dropping the tax rate, the tax rate fell so far. I hear that as a result of this there has been a considerable decrease in the number of starving and sick deaths in other villages. Enough to hear it's a total zero in the last year, such as a child being sold to slave traders for slacking.

That's - times that.

Purely, six citizens.

It is such an outrageous tax rate that it is difficult in rural areas to even secure their own share of food.

"... this is a matter of decision. Then I must tell the other villages as well. Now."

"Mr. Tax Collector! What the hell...!

Elisio stuffs to Uruge's words, which make too little sense.

But so did Uruge, who had a sad face biting his back teeth off.

"Sorry......"

"Mr. Tax Collector......"

With Uruge, I guess I didn't want to tell you this.

Because every time I visited him as a tax collector, he was happy with me that the village was getting richer. That's why he had no objection whatsoever to determining the tax amount. I was paying my taxes exactly as Uruge said.

"Um, tax collector..."

"Oh......"

"The new lord... why on earth would such a..."

……

To Elisio's words, Uruge held his fist with a trembling hand.

And I groaned small.

"Thanks to that guy showing up, it's all fucked up..."

"What..."

"... sorry. Forget it. Bye."

Turn your back on Uruge's, look at that sad back.

Elysio thought.

The lord who is gentle as a jinn and merciful to the people.

I'm sure there's no one else, who doesn't exist alone.