In Oasis No. 7, after several months of accumulation, Babatos asked people to go to the market to collect land.

Without the help of the Jackal Prince, it was indeed much more difficult to do these things. First of all, the land was scattered, and many residents were unwilling to sell their land.

However, if you have money, you can always find a place to spend it.

A batch of land near the Panyang people were sold to Oasis No. 7.

The land in Oasis 7 is expanding.

Selling goods to the kingdom of the kowtows and then using the money they have obtained to buy land and slaves, this cycle has gradually been established and strengthened.

In the southern province of the Kobiao Kingdom, there was a drought here just now. In fact, as long as the water of the Blue Nile is slightly reduced by a few centimeters, nearby farmland will be affected.

Farmers are the most vulnerable to weather and geographical environment.

Therefore, this time, a large number of koku farmers encountered poor harvests, but the koku administrative authorities charged them with heavy taxes.

Next to the farmland, the farmers no longer planted in the farmland, but were pulled aside. They first knelt down to worship the soldiers holding whips, and then were asked to hand over enough taxes.

The soldiers raised their eyebrows and whipped the ground, stirring up countless dust. "The lands of the whole country belong to the king. You plant food on the king's land to hand over eight tenths of the harvest to the king. But what about the things now?"

Several kowtowish farmers cried and begged the soldiers to get around them.

A relatively strong dog-headed farmer raised his head and prayed, "Sir, we are all very happy to hand over eight tenths of the harvest to the king, but we have already handed over it."

The soldier said angrily: "Where is it!"

"Look at how much you have paid, and on average it is only more than 300 kilograms per acre... In previous years, it was 900 kilograms per aquamum." The soldier said arrogantly: "I think you are all brave enough to seek death. If you don't pay enough taxes, even the gods in heaven will vent your anger and want you to go to hell after you die."

Several dog-headed farmers looked at each other.

this……

I encountered a drought this year.

The yield per mu is definitely reduced. ""

However, one of the consequences of political corruption among officials is that they are rigid in their behavior. People may not understand agriculture very much and think it will have no impact.

It may also be because of knowing, but they don’t care how you pay the tax. It’s good to sell children and girls, but they just have to pay a full amount, otherwise they will find it difficult for them to explain to their superiors.

The dog-headed farmers cried like this and begged the soldiers to beg for prisoners, but the soldiers' faces became increasingly ugly.

"Don't cry for me to be poor." said the dog-headed soldier: "My family is also from poverty. It's not that I don't know your hardships. But if I understand you, no one will understand me. If you have a house, you sell your land, you sell your son, and you have a daughter. If you don't have these four, you can still sell your wife and parents to me."

"No matter how you get money, you can steal and rob it."

The soldier kicked a man who cried with his legs in his arms, and then kicked the farmer a few times in the chest, making him cough indifferently.

The dog-headed soldier said angrily: "Get out."

"I'll give you one last chance today. I'll come again next time. If you still can't pay the tax, I'll go to your house to pay off your son's debt."

"The magnanimous wolf-headed king knew that you did not have enough food to pay taxes, and he also asked the tax collector to formulate a new policy so that you can use silver notes to compensate part of the physical food tax. How good you think."

"You are already very happy and don't know how to cherish it."

After saying that, the dog-headed soldiers left, leaving behind a crowd of people.

Several dog-headed farmers knelt on the ground, asking the sky and shouting the earth, each of them was extremely desperate.

"Oh my God, what should we do?"

"We are powerless, even if we sell all of us, it may not be enough, and these people don't care about what we eat at all. If we hand over everything, we might as well die."

"But if we commit suicide, we will definitely be belittled by the god of death and go to hell..."

"The Gods in this world are so unfriendly to us. We cannot die or live. We are in a difficult situation, but we do not escape because even if we commit suicide, we will go to hell because of this. But how can we live? What can we do when we live? We have no way to give up enough food."

Several farmers were desperate.

This kind of despair is not the simple despair.

In normal society, despair always has means of escape, suicide, numbness...

But this kind of despair in society is the kind that even the mind needs to be controlled and exploited, and you can't even commit suicide.

If despair is to a degree, then the despair of this society is infinite.

Just as they were crying, a caravan of Pan Yang people happened to be here. Pan Yang with sheep horns on his head and eyes drippingly jumped down. He put his hands together and pretended that he was cramped.

"You... seem to need help."

Pan Yang looked left and right.

The dog-killer farmers have never seen such creatures, and they instinctively feel dangerous and resist.

A kowtower farmer refused to say, "Who are you? We don't want to talk to people now."

"Really?" Pan Yang showed an exaggerated expression. He spread his hands and raised them up and said, "I have been observing next to you for a long time. I think you need my help now, so I appeared."

"You see, there are many farmers in the fleet like you, who have all brought their families to our oasis."

"If you also intend to sell your land, we are very happy to buy your land."

"You can still go to the oasis."

In the convoy, there were many knights shouting that they would come over together, and told them that there was a paradise there.

The dog-headed farmers were hesitant.

A dog-headed farmer said: "But there is no land, even if we can pay taxes, what will we eat?"

Pan Yang smiled and said, "In the oasis, you can survive without land. We will pay wages every month, you can still have your own house, and we have benefits for you every month, and you don't need to pay taxes."

"You just need to think about working every day. Even if the harvest is not good, we will pay as much as possible."

"There is no fixed tax, you can do as much work as you can."

Several dog-headed farmers have heard that they are full of spectacles.

Pan Yang smiled and continued, "There are you, your property, and no one can take away your money. Look at the soldier, you have paid enough taxes, but they still want you to pay more in the name of improperness. In the oasis, this is not the case."

"You don't have to kneel down when you meet others, don't have to worry about being beaten up, let alone being demoted to hell by the gods, because we have our own gods, and a true god who is completely different from the gods of the kowtows."
Chapter completed!