Lord of Riding and Slashing

　　 Outside Christenborg, a small col.

　　 "Brother Love, shall we leave now, don't we wait for them anymore?"

　　 A buddy asked Love quietly, looking at the direction of the shack, and there was no dismay or nostalgia in his eyes, only the hope that he would soon arrive in Tammy Village.

　　 "No longer, every time we stay, we will be more dangerous. Let's set off now, I believe Lord Nord is waiting for our news."

　　 Love looked at the more than one hundred people gathered in the small col, and waved for them to leave. Most of these people were relatives and friends of their buddies. As for the folks' families long ago, they had been sent to Tammy Village.

　　 After a winter's torture, the remaining people thought about following them. After all, staying in Christenburg would not see the future, so it's better to take advantage of this last chance to fight for a future.

　　 As for those who are still on the sidelines, Love thanked him insensitively. Some things were missed or missed. It would be useless to regret in the future.

At the same time, Viscount Ollie, who had just returned to Christenburg, hurriedly asked Barry's butler to report this year’s income before his **** was hot. Although there was not much commercial taxation in previous winters, it took a few months. The income of the grain shop is also a considerable income, after all, the consumption of Twin City is not low.

Another reason is that he is a little viscount from a remote country, and he doesn’t have much business in Twin City. He basically depends on Christenburg’s tax revenue. Taxes are lowered, and Viscount Ollie’s snarling of wool has become more intense. There is no bottom line for the greed of the nobles.

　　 Barry's butler leaked a sad expression on his face. Obviously he understood that as long as he took out the winter financial report, Viscount Oli would be furious after seeing it, because the income of the grain store this winter was at least half that of previous years.

　　 Even if he knew the situation, the butler Barry did not dare to hide it, and obediently handed the account book to Viscount Ollie.

　　 Viscount Oli's chubby body was stuffed into the chair in front of the desk with difficulty, his short fingers turned over the ledger book bound with animal skin paper, his face getting more and more ugly.

　　 The anger in his eyes became difficult to suppress, and the butler Barry who stood by did not even dare to let out the atmosphere, for fear that he would accidentally ignite the huge powder keg.

But obviously, the butler of Barry was not spared. Viscount Oli threw the account book on the face of the butler. The sound of heavy skins hitting the face of the butler was very loud. This kind of speed visible to the naked eye gradually became red and swollen.

The gray-haired butler Barry lowered his head and did not dare to speak. He, who had been serving Viscount Ollie for most of his life, understood that any of his actions at this time could stimulate Viscount Ollie, who was in a state of rage, and silence was his greatest. The protective color.

　　 "The grain store only has so little income this year? Are you dim-eyed and miscalculated, or those **** untouchables are starving to death, don't they eat food this year?"

　　 The Butler Barry heard Viscount Oli’s question and knelt directly on the ground, his body trembling, and he answered cautiously.

"Give me another courage, I don't dare to make a mistake. The grain store's income this year is indeed only so much. I have checked the account books several times over the past few days, and the grain in the granary has not been sold much. There may be some life-and-death businessmen who smuggled food to Christenburg and sold them. After all, Christenburg’s food prices are high now, maybe they will take the risk."

　　 Hearing Barry's explanation, Viscount Oli narrowed his eyes. He believed that even if Barry was given some guts, Barry would definitely not dare to deceive himself.

　　Moreover, there is no shortage of food in the warehouse, indicating that it is indeed not an internal problem. Viscount Oli has always been very shrewd about his own interests, and he can clearly calculate the accounts.

Is it really that group of bold rats who dared to steal food from their own turf? I really don’t know the eyes of Lord Ma (it’s okay for me to describe it, although it feels weird). They were hanged in the bazaar recently. Are there too few merchants at the door? It made them think that Master Ollie had become benevolent, thinking of this, Ollie's small eyes revealed a fierce light.

　　 "Then go and check it out for me, I want to know who has the courage to **** meat from my mouth."

Hearing this, the butler Barry breathed a sigh of relief. He was overwhelmed by the difficulties. Now he is also anxious to know who stabbed him with such a big basket. The butler Barry stood up and asked Ollie. After the viscount bowed, he covered his face and prepared to find someone to settle the account.

　　 Love couldn’t think that Viscount Ollie had not found the root cause of the problem. They thought it was the interests of the Christen family that the merchants had violated, and never thought that the people who needed to buy food had left Christenburg.

It’s no wonder that even if they want to break their scalp, they can’t figure out that there will be people attacking those civilians. In the eyes of the nobles in this era, if there are more civilians, they will only waste their own food. They naively think that if there is no farmer. , All the grain grown in the ground can be collected.

This is the reason why taxes are so high in this era. Eighty percent of the crops in the field have to be used as taxes. It doesn’t matter whether the remaining twenty percent can allow farmers to survive, or that the nobles don’t care about their lives or lives, and the lives of untouchables. There is no difference between the weeds on the side of the road.

On the other side, Luofu, who had already set off on the other side, returned to Tami Village in a light car. More than a hundred people looked at the brand-new Tami Village and were speechless. Tami Village was very different from their imagination. They thought that Tami Village was a run-down. In the small mountain village, a kind-hearted nobleman came to me inexplicably because of good luck~www.readwn.com~ Maybe these attractive treatments are only supported by the wealth of this nobleman. Maybe one day the nobleman will run out of money. , Tammy Village will change back to its original appearance. In fact, the immigrants behind are still a little proud in their hearts. After all, they live in Christenburg, and Tammy Village is just a remote small mountain village.

　　 But they didn't feel this way anymore after they stayed in Tammy Village for a while. Compared with the lifeless shack of Christenburg, Tammy Village is now a paradise. The little pride in their hearts has long disappeared.

Just like the current group of people, they stood outside Tami Village, looked at the clean brick roads in Tami Village, and looked at their dirty shoes because of the muddy road. They didn’t leave for a while. On the road in Tammy Village, I don’t know what everyone is thinking.

Anyway, Love could only marvel in his heart. He did not expect that a winter had passed and Tammy Village would become like this. When he came last time, the road in Tammy Village had just been built. At that time, he and the guys were still watching, but The road that has been built now is much more spectacular than the mess it was back then.

The neat and straight brick road gave him a different kind of shock. Such a scene can only be seen on the central avenue of Twin City, and Tammy Village can actually be built, which brings a huge sense of subversion to Love’s heart. And unparalleled impact.

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