Chapter 263 Taxes! Taxes! Taxes!

After eating in the businessman Atla's shop, Kevin sold the salt he brought by himself in the square in the center of the town. At the beginning, no one bought it. They had to lower the price again and again. At sunset, they finally made some coins, but this must be lost.

Even so, they still have to face.

"Master tax officer! We made such a little money in the afternoon, you will do it well, avoid our taxes."

Kevin and others whispered at the tax officer who came to ask for money.

The tax officer shook his head and resolutely said, "I don't care if you make more and less, as long as you do business in this town, you have to pay taxes on the lord. Don't want to escape my eyes."

"Adults, we are salt people living by cooking salt. Because of the rise of the salt field, the salt we cooked by ourselves has to lower the price to sell again and again. Take away some taxes, we will be in vain this trip. "

The tax officer still said with an iron face: "I can't control these these these. As the tax officer of Fulan Port, I cannot break the rules because of the special circumstances of one or two people. The rules are rules. How can Lord Ryman rule his own territory.

Kevin and others were still unwilling, begged in all way, and finally annoyed the tax officer.

"I have no time to talk nonsense with you. Two options, either pay taxes obediently, or replace them with labor service, you choose!"

Seeing that the other party had the ultimatum, everyone had no choice but to obey obediently. After paying the tax, the money bag in each person could obviously feel a little lighter.

The tax officer snorted and led the tax officials away.

Kevin and others pinched their fists angrily, but did not dare to open out.

Everyone went to the new church in Fulan Port. Only Kevin was a bit awkward.

After arriving at the door, Kevin said angrily: "I'm waiting for you outside, hurry up!"

The companions shook their heads and entered the church.

Nympho

"The master of the universal, please bless us, refer to a bright road ..."

The villagers prayed silently at the idols. After the prayer was completed, a bag of salt she carried with them was handed over to the priest standing next to them.

"This is the worship of the Lord of Light this month in our village.

The [dedication] in their mouths is actually the so -called [what tax] -the beliers should give them one -tenth of their output or income to the church.

It is actually very painful to hand over such a bag of salt. After all, it is cooked hard, but ... but if you do n’t hand it over, what if you do n’t handle it, what if you are punished by God? The priests said so, but I would rather believe it, and it was unbelievable.

Moreover, the tax collection of the church must also be paid by the lord's house. If the church is found to have not taken the initiative to pay, there will still be tax officials to ask for asking. If you fight hard, you will definitely make you unable to eat in front of the lord.

The priest tried the weight of the salt bag, showing a satisfactory smile, and said in a soft tone: "The Lord of Light will bless to believe his lamb."

Everyone bowed and retreated.

Nympho

Seeing that my companions came out of the church, Kevin, who had waited a little impatient outside, laughed, "The worship we handed in, I'm afraid that the old man of the light of the light has not enjoyed a star, and he entered his pockets of his loyal servants. Crim.

Most of the companions show their helpless colors, and they also know that the church is not very clean.

Only a person who is very religious on weekdays suddenly changes his face, "Kevin, you are nonsense, and next time I will not sell salt with you."

His warning did not work, and Kevin continued to ridicule: "Your worship is so active and diligent, and he has not seen the Lord of Light Blessing you. It is not the same as me."

"You ... you ..."

The devout believers couldn't say him, and he had to do it in a hurry.

"Okay, what's the case for a little oral sex? Don't let the people in the town see our jokes."

The other companions quickly separated them, and the two still scolded themselves.

The devout man shouted: "The servants of the gods have worked hard to serve the Lord of Light for us all day long, and it is impossible to get a little remuneration."

Kevin counterattacked: "Their [remuneration] is not just a little bit, life is comparable to the nobles, which is not in line with the specified at the" Holy Ceremony "!"

Nympho

Everyone embarked on the way back to the village without listing, and talked without a while while walking.

"It seems that it is impossible to keep the salt keeping salt. I have to think about other ways to make a living."

"Otherwise, we will go to the salt fields of Fulan Port to see? Maybe our ancestors' craftsmanship can be used there."

"What, do you really have to compromise as a traitor? ... Actually I have this idea."

"You dreamed, if you have a chance a few months ago, you will not be attractive now."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"How do you know?"

"Don't look at me with that look, okay. I admit that I asked quietly. But they said that in a few months, the salt farm will expand its production scale, and then a large number of people will be recruited. I heard that it will Sell ​​salt to the south by sea.”

"How many months? A week is too long for me. I can hardly open the pot at home."

"It's not that there is no other way. Although the salt works are not hiring for the time being, there are many other factories that are hiring, including those making porcelain, paper, and cans. There are more and more such factories."

"Oh, I have never been exposed to these things. I will definitely start from the lowest level as an apprentice. I am really unwilling to abandon the craftsmanship of my ancestors like this."

When the team returned to the village, many people were already waiting eagerly for their return. When they learned that the merchant Adela was leaving Fulan Port and the salt he had shipped had to be sold at a loss, the whole village fell into sadness.

After Kevin returned to his home, he scribbled a few mouthfuls of rice and then fell asleep. He set off to Fulan Port to sell salt early in the morning and didn't come back until dark. He was really exhausted.

…

A burst of noise woke Kevin up. He opened his eyes and found that it was already early morning.

Kevin rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked his parents, "What are you doing outside this early in the morning?"

My father didn't say a word, he just sat at the table with a gloomy expression and smoked a pipe - it was actually not real tobacco. Since the family's income had plummeted, my father had replaced it with some plant leaves that he didn't know where to find.

The mother who was preparing breakfast sighed: "What else can you do? You can listen to it yourself."

An extremely disgusting voice reached Kevin's ears.

"Folks, it's time to pay the head tax this month..."

Damn taxes again!

No matter where he was, no matter what time he was, he couldn't get away from it.