The trial conference went smoothly.

At the beginning, the villagers just scolded the manager for a few words and scolded the manager for doing what he did.

Later on, some people became more and more excited when they scolded and couldn't help but kick the manager.

After the kick, he looked at Zhang San carefully.

After all, the rules of the trial conference only say that the crime of exposing the affairs of the stewards is revealed, but that it is not possible to take action.

Unexpectedly, Zhang San took out two eggs and handed them to the man and said, "It seems that you have a deep grudge, and it is even more bitter than others."

The man got the egg and his blood was immediately boiling.

The others were also excited and simply rushed forward and punched and kicked the manager.

Soon, the manager was beaten and covered in bruises and lay on the ground and dying.

At this time, Zhang San coughed and said to everyone: "I didn't stop you from beating people just now. It's because you are too hard to be bullied on weekdays and don't want to take away your chances of venting."

"In the future, this will definitely not be done. I, Daqin, have a law."

Then, Zhang San began to read out the law.

However, these laws are simplified versions of the laws of the Great Qin. After all, these people have just come into contact with the Great Qin, and if it is too complicated, they may not be able to adapt.

After the law was read, the villagers becamehaved in a regular manner.

Feng Quli coughed dryly and announced loudly: "Next, according to the population, we will start to divide the farmland in the village equally. Whether men or women, one can be counted as one, and they can be divided."

The villagers cheered and asked in disbelief: "The crops that grew in the fields..."

Feng Quli said: "According to my Daqin field tax... how much is it?"

The reason why Feng Quli asked this is because Daqin had just changed the field tax not long ago.

Feng Jia took out a book and read it, saying, "It was just settled by the banished immortal, and it was 20 taxes."

Feng Quli was slightly stunned: "Is it so low?"

Then he understood what was going on.

Among the taxes in Daqin, the proportion of commercial taxes is increasing.

Although the land tax has been reduced, the income of the court has increased. Therefore, reducing the land tax will not harm the country, but it can reduce the burden on farmers.

As for this barbaric country...

Feng Quli thought about it and said that 20 taxes are not bad. After all, I am just a newcomer, so let’s take a firm foothold first.

So, the 20 tax was settled.

These villagers gathered together in groups of three or three, and calculated based on their fingers, how much is the twenty-tax one?

Then they started to calculate again, how much is the discount for the previous five taxes and three taxes.

After all the calculations, the villagers were completely shocked.

This tax... is too low? Rounding it all means there is no tax.

Many people began to cry bitterly, shouting loudly in the Qin language they had just learned: Long live the Emperor of Qin.

Feng Quli nodded with satisfaction and then ordered people to start investigating the crime of in charge.

Just now, many people came to the stage to expose the crime of in charge of the business. Someone around them had long recorded all this.

Then, according to the list, we started looking for people and began to conduct serious investigations.

Many of these accusations are made up, but most of them are true.

After all, he usually does too many evil things, so there is no need to make up for him.

Finally, Ming Zhengdian killed the manager.

Everyone was very happy, and the small village was filled with laughter.

But...the laughter lasted only for a few days.

The villagers soon became frowning again.

Although they are not very educated, they still have basic interests and avoid harm.

They thought about it for a few days and suddenly discovered a big problem.

Now, with Qin soldiers supporting them, they can kill the manager, divide the land, and tax one for twenty.

But what afterwards?

The manager died and the taxes in the village could not be collected. Will those nobles give up?

Will they send troops to attack? Then everyone in the village will suffer.

What should I do?

The villagers began to panic.

Feng Quli naturally grasped this situation, and he didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, Feng Jia got a book about the exiled immortal.

The official name of this book is: Exiled Immortal War Art Supplement.

It also has a popular name, called "The Exiled Immortal Teaches You How to Conquer the Barbarians".

This book is not sold to the public and is a gift.

Feng Quli looked at it for a while and was greatly inspired.

He nodded repeatedly: "So that's it."

Afterwards, Feng Quli continued to hold back his troops and let this pessimistic emotion ferment.

When this emotion fermented to a certain level, Feng Quli raised the recruiting flag.

There are only four words on the recruiting flag: defending your hometown.

These four words are like a beacon, illuminating the gloomy hearts of the villagers.

Their eyes suddenly lit up and they saw hope: Yes, why don’t we join the Qin army?

If we join the Qin army, can we defend our hometown? Are we not afraid of those nobles?

So, all the young and middle-aged people in the village signed up enthusiastically.

When registering, they also asked with concern: "Sir, after we join the army, should we stay here permanently or follow the army to fight?"

Feng Quli waved his hand and said with great domineering spirit: "This place will be the territory of the Qin Dynasty in the future. How can I give up my land of the Qin Dynasty? Of course, I have to stay here forever."

The villagers cheered and began to shout loudly again: Long live the Emperor of Qin.

So Feng Quli recruited many strong laborers.

These people are extremely serious when training and actively build fortifications.

This place is originally a mountainous area, easy to defend but difficult to attack, and with these fortifications, it becomes even more impoverished.

After he was almost settled, Feng Quli called Feng Jia and said, "You go and choose a reliable person and send the situation here to Xianyang."

Feng Jia said: "Can you send it now?"

Feng Quli nodded: "Although we have not yet captured the barbarian country, we have successfully occupied a piece of land."

"With this place, it is not difficult to eat the barbarian country. The most important thing is that with experience, as long as we promote this experience, things will be done easily."

"In the words of that book, what is this called? What kind of fire can start a prairie."

Feng Jia coughed dryly and said, "Master, do you still want to mention the exiled immortal in this report?"

Feng Quli stared at him: "Exiled Immortal? What does this have to do with the Exiled Immortal? I held the criticism conference, and I beat this place, why should I promote the Exiled Immortal?"

Feng Jia was stunned and said carefully: "However... that book..."

Feng Quli said in confusion: "What book?"

Feng Jia was confused: "Master, have you forgotten? Our methods were learned from that book."

Feng Quli said, "I haven't read books, these are all thought of by myself. If it coincides with the exiled immortal, it can only be a coincidence."

Feng Jia suddenly laughed: "Yes, yes, yes, silly understand. However, the villain is a little worried that someone who is good at talking will say it."

Feng Quli said: "It's okay, maybe some people will think that the book of the banished immortal was written based on my experience. After a long time, who knows the order?"
Chapter completed!