Industrial revolution starting with the undead

The season changed and it was autumn.

I come back to this land as a lord, and I can tell you it's been about six months. Back then, when I was still spring away, I was pessimistic about the desperate situation in the territory anyway.

Now, the reforms I've made are sprouting and taking shape for me.

"It's in this month's tax, my lord."

"Oh."

In front of me, a muscular bald head man - I nod to the words of Uruge, the tax collector.

A tax collector is an official who goes to each village or town at the end of the month to collect taxes. And he is one of the few civil servants employed in this Fleetberg territory. Incidentally, he can also be a man who is a tax collector in this land from his father's place.

Strong and resilient looks are responsible for two things: preventing rebellion against taxes from the countryside, and the effect of turning hostility from the countryside on him in collecting taxes. Lords collecting taxes - instead of hating me, they are holding back their rebellion against the realm itself by turning their enemies to the tax collectors who come once a month.

Most of all, in my father's place, there were still rural villages that rebelled and didn't pay for it.

"All villages, we can collect taxes without any problems"

"Right. Exactly."

"This is also because of your lord's peaceful politics. We've served this Uruge, Robert's replacement, but we've never had a tax collection so smooth."

"I wish I had."

It's the job of the tax collector to buy the taxes as per the inventory, sell the taxes to the Chamber of Commerce, monetize them and bring them to me. And I checked the inventory of taxes paid in each town, the transaction records with the Chamber of Commerce, and the contents of the currency that Uruge had brought to make sure it was okay.

Some tax collectors deceive the contents of tax payments, but Uruge is a serious man, unlike his rough looks, and he doesn't deceive. Around there, I trust him with all my heart.

"But you're getting better."

"Yes, that's more than a 20% increase compared to last month"

"The Uruge that presented the inventory is just as good, but I didn't expect it to develop by more than 20%..."

Inside the monetary bag is a pile of gold and silver coins. More than 90% of its contents are silver coins.

It is also the job of the tax collector - Uruge - to patrol the state of each village, check the area of the field, the yield, etc., to determine the monthly tax payments. Calculate the amount of taxes that will never be borne by the inhabitants, present the amount, and the rural area pays the taxes according to that amount. That's the way it's supposed to be, but if suddenly it's going to increase by 20%, many rural villages will rebel. Why is there more than last month?

I suppose it is also in the hands of Uruge that he levied it without one of his grievances, but above all, the inhabitants believe that it would be fine if he received a 20% increase in taxes.

"Most of the tax increases are in four places: the village of Bath, the village of Kafkev, the village of Dakao, and the village of Yarb. This one has more production on the right shoulder."

"That was worth sending Skeleton to."

"In each village, the skeletons were plowing the fields. When I first saw it, I wondered what kind of nightmare it was."

Huh, and a loud shrugging shoulder, Uruge.

At first, he was terribly surprised when he went to collect taxes, but it's been six months. It would be something I'm used to seeing.

And in the last six months, each of the villages that sent Skeleton has seen its production rise.

"Anyway, rumors are spreading in other rural areas," he said.

"Ho."

"In the four villages, skeletons work. The skeleton is a labor given by your lord and protects the village from bandits. Thanks to this, several people from other villages have come to the council office. He wants to borrow a skeleton from your lord."

"I see."

This is a good sign.

The skeletons are accepted without problems in the four villages and treasured as a workforce. It looks horrible, but if it works for the development of the village, the rural people will happily accept it. No one wants to starve to death.

And if you hear rumors, everyone must want it. Because it is a workforce that is able to work on insomnia and does not require a meal.

"Who are they?

"We have inventoried our names and the names of the villages to which we belong. I'll see you later, if you look me through."

"Okay. Let's send skeletons to their villages as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir."

But Uruge arms up with.

Along with that is the bag of money - piled next to it, the cotton ones.

"I hear you don't mind just keeping the cotton intact, are you sure?

"Oh."

It was groceries that Uruge made the deal with the other chambers of commerce. It is primarily a crop.

But the only cotton I ever collected from the village of Yarb told me to bring it to me without selling it to the Chamber of Commerce.

"Well, if that's what your lord says... then I'll do it"

"Oh. Nice to see you again next month"

"Yes."

A courtesy to me, turning my back, and walking out the front door of the mansion, Uruge.

And what's left of me is this month's tax revenues. For the past six months, he worked every day on the task of making skeletons, while working hard to make tax revenues go up somehow. As a result, a total of about one hundred and fifty skeletons have been dispatched to the four villages in the territory.

But I still have a lot of skeletons. This mansion, which is huge for nothing, makes skeletons and makes them work. Occasionally rattled bones, they should currently have more than a hundred inside the mansion.

Don't tell me you have a problem with being woken up at night because you get aligned and rattle your bones every once in a while.

"Phew..."

A small sigh as you look at the currency in the tightly heavy bag.

The fact that we were able to collect taxes by 20% more than last month means that the village's own productivity has improved by more than 40%, according to the calculations. You can think of it as a state where you are collecting taxes for just a little bit but expect to produce more.

And most importantly, we have been able to produce cotton in the village of Yarb without any problems. Until now, I have bought cotton from retailers, but in the future that amount will also decrease.

"Chris."

"... Ouch?

"Oh. You can come out."

"Yes."

For once, Chris, who told me to hide in the back when the guests were coming, came running to me.

The hooded robe is always worn so that sudden visitors can come. But for once, it's a consideration that Chris can't be called an Art.

"Take this to your usual place."

"Yes."

Chris carrying, holding a crate full of cotton. I'll follow behind it with my bare hands.

There, I don't say child abuse or anything. This is Chris' job.

And on our way, it's the big hall of this mansion - a large space where they used to have a feast or something when our house was still made up as a nobleman. When I was just back, it was dusty, lots of bugs on the carpet, a space that I couldn't say was a very big hall, but Chris' cleaning was reborn by time retroactive magic, and now it's a normal big hall.

What's gathering there are over a hundred skeletons.

"All right, let's get started."

……

Thoughtfully the skeletons took the cotton that Chris had placed and headed to the yarn wheels that were kept in their respective places.

This is what I wanted to make.

First, I gave away a broken yarn truck from an ancient tool store for a cheap price. Such a yarn truck was made new by Chris' time retroactive magic, replicated by Chris' material replication magic, and deployed only for the number of people in the skeleton.

And I'm letting all the skeletons in this place do this, which is yarn spinning.

Items spinning on yarn sell at a higher price than selling cotton as it is.

The food situation has been met and the inhabitants who have obtained money will now seek clothing. I can lay the foundation for that.

This is it.

By Skeleton, Factory Manufacturing -.