above the sky

Chapter 658 New Territory Policy
Building the kingdom of heaven, this goal sounds too ambitious just by itself.

Except for Yadbert, the other two couldn't really understand the meaning behind this word.

No, it would be better to say, who in this world can specifically propose what the "Kingdom of Heaven" is like?Who can know how the ideal world should be built?Who can understand why the kingdom of heaven is heaven and not another kind of hell?
No one will understand.

"Boss."

For example, Qing Chao, he frowned slightly, and asked quite seriously: "Can I understand that...you want to build a rich and peaceful territory where everyone can live and work in peace?"

Scott also stared at Ian with a solemn expression.

This does not allow them to be careless, because in Terra, the will of the lord is far more important than other things, and the lord can indeed use his own power to change the development of the entire territory.

And Ian looked at Qing Chao and Scott, seeing each other's slightly confused expressions, and couldn't help sighing.

In the world of Terra Continent, you can't say it's good, but you can't say it's bad either.

In this world, one thaler can buy nearly half a ton of grain in a grain-rich area like the Central Plains. As long as you have a job without war and live around the city, everyone can live a decent life. At most, becoming a sublimator depends on luck. .

Most people in this world would rather maintain the status quo than change.

Unless the whole world has become a hell like the Grand Duchy, people can't imagine the Kingdom of Heaven at all.

This is the saddest thing.

"It's my personal wish."

So, as a compromise, after sighing silently, Ian said some more practical goals: "Not to mention, although the Leon collar is big, it is still too small compared to my personal ambition—— Although the empire didn't say it clearly, the disturbance of the Baisen Mountains by the flying flames this time is indeed an opportunity for us. During this chaotic time, we can easily increase the actual control area of ​​​​the territory."

"There will never be fewer wars in the future. In order to protect my territory, I need more resources. This is not just a simple matter of technological progress and more food and more sublimated plants. We must establish a more A good system can solve distribution problems and internal friction."

"To put it simply, I want to be the emperor of Nanling, build a kingdom that belongs to me alone, and let me define the order in it."

His eyes flickered, and Ian looked around at everyone present: "Can you understand me?"

——Indeed, you can understand it that way.

Both Qingchao and Scott showed a clear expression—although many nobles dare not say this wish, but many people do it, of course they understand.

As for the new order... Hey, on Terra Continent, there are so many lords, there are a lot of messy private laws and local laws, just like the Ice Wind Fortress, butterflies are still protected animals, isn't it because of the lord himself Is it the Titan-level Ice Wind Butterfly?
——This world has not yet reached the point where it needs to be reformed, the people have not suffered enough, have not hated enough, and they have not experienced the deep darkness and despair.

—so there is no desire for 'brighter' in the mind.

Looking at Qing Chao and Scott's reaction, Ian confirmed this again.

Although it seems that there are some common problems common in post-apocalyptic civilizations, the current situation in Terra is actually relatively healthy. At least there will be no massacres in today's wars. All major countries are actively developing technology and paying attention to public opinion. It is not purely monopolitical politics.

They are opening up new territories and new continents, and the four major orthodox churches are also dealing with issues related to ruins and various labyrinths.

At the very least, it will take more than 100 years, so that the whole world will no longer have room for development, the contradictions between the upper and lower classes will be intensified, and the upper class will be completely solidified. Anyone who feels the world war is overwhelmed with sorrow.

The entire Terra can feel the pain of the times, try to change its own defects, and then change slowly.

The new generation of Terra civilization is still young, and there are costs and opportunities for trial and error.

but……

Prisoner Star Prison has no time.

People can't feel the crisis in the extremely distant place, and the tiny dust on the planet can't understand the grandeur and order of the stars' movement. If you talk to these people about the spherical shape five light-years away, they will just scoff and tell you that even tomorrow's life will not matter. Worry, why worry about things far away?
They will not feel a sense of crisis.

Even if the stars in the sky are about to fall, isn't there a tall man holding them up?Will they survive until disaster strikes?After they died, no matter the flood.

But when the real catastrophe strikes in the universe, these small people, these people who only think about tomorrow, will not even have the next second-and the tall people in this world, those fifth-level people Why isn't the strong man really holding his head against the sky?
When the disaster really happens, the darkness in the deep space will come decisively, overturning everything, drowning everything, leaving no trace of fire.

In this world, most people can only think about tomorrow.

But someone has to think about what will happen a hundred years and a thousand years from now.

"It turns out that this is the sadness that Inaiga II feels and the time is not waiting for me... Ha, at least he is an emperor, but I am a country lord. It's just that he is not free, but I can do whatever I want in Nanling do what."

"In general, each has its own advantages and disadvantages."

Muttering to himself, Ian closed his eyes: "The greatest enemy of order is indeed not a chaotic world, but another order that is justifiable..."

Shaking his head slightly, Ian opened his eyes and withdrew his thoughts.

"Next, every night, I will give lectures for you. Including economics, politics, sociology and so on."

Putting his hands on the conference table, Ian calmly said to Scott, Qingchao and Adalbert: "Although I am not a professional teacher, you must understand what I am thinking, so that you can be a better teacher in the future. I share my worries."

"As for now, let's make an announcement first—it's too far to change the world, and it's too big to change the country. Let's start by changing our own territory."

"Yes!" Everyone responded.

After the war, the first batch of instructions came out from Lean Castle, which aroused the great attention of all interested people.

However, when the soldiers posted the announcement around the square, everyone who could understand the common language was stunned.

Because the content of this announcement is very simple.

[Starting today, all old tax officials in Lai'an will be relieved of their positions]

[Those who are willing to apply for the position of new tax officer can go to the city hall to apply for a written test and interview]

In addition to this, soldiers posted other announcements.

For example, the newly-built 'Territorial Defense Force' employs personnel with 'education experience' as military education commissioners. The salary is quite high, and it is still the establishment of the military.

For example, the newly established "Department of Agriculture" of the city hall is recruiting experienced planters and related alchemists to participate in the "New Agricultural Development Plan" in the future territory.

For another example, starting from November 11st, a comprehensive census will be conducted for the entire Lai'an Territory.

Big news one after another, dizzying.

But it was the first instruction that was the most intriguing.

And the ones who reacted the most strongly were the tax officials in Lai'an City.

Old Ugg's tavern's business has been very mediocre these days, because of the food disaster in Nanling, let alone Lai'an City, even Nauman City has been forced to ban alcohol. For the Han people, it is simply a death.

But today, there are seven or eight guests gathered in a depressed tavern. They are drinking sweet soda and chatting worriedly about something, with a tense and dignified tone.

The people gathered here are all tax officials from the original Lai'an City—they are all well-known figures in the streets of the local family, and usually rely on the family's name and their respective strengths to collect taxes from various industrial blocks.

To put it simply, it is similar to the leaders of the white people and the red people in Port Harrison-Elder Pudd, the civil adjutant, will collect taxes from the white people for Viscount Grant, and Lamar will do the same as the financial officer.

Generally speaking, these tax officials are the epitome of the forces under the lord who actually build the order of the territory.

Generally speaking, even lords who hold the power of life and death and have almost unlimited power in their own territories, in order to avoid trouble in managing them, they will let these people do things for them, and they will fill their pockets and secretly get some cheap money for themselves To those lords who don't care much about this aspect, their actions are nothing more than cats stealing some cat food.

As long as these families coax the lord well and make the lord feel comfortable, the ascendant doesn't mind the little money.

But if it is a lord who is not afraid of trouble...

"Just leave like this?"

A tax official said softly, he is the second son of the Ross family, the family has a good reputation, owning a dozen or so good plantations, which also makes him a tax official in charge of an urban area.

This is the result of the family's more than ten years of operation. In order to fight for the position of tax officer, the Ross family fought openly and secretly with the neighboring Luoda family for a long time, and several people died in each... Now the new lord wants them all to abdicate. , Recruiting new ones, how could this be able to swallow this breath?

So he complained unwillingly: "Retire us all, where can the lord find someone to collect taxes for him? There are not so many experienced people in Lai'an City!"

"Back. Why not back?"

On the side, the old man smoking a cigarette said without raising his brows: "Our new lord killed President Xilin on the first day he came to Laian City. There is an entire Bai Zhimin family behind them, so how could it be short of manpower."

He looked at the young tax collector of the Ross family, and said with a smile, "The young lord actually understands very clearly—the new era has come, and only his territory and his rules are here."

"Originally, what Baron Ryan said and promised doesn't count for him."

Having said that, he shook the ashes in his pipe: "That's the problem... As long as we are loyal to this lord, he won't reject our written test. So what if we are expelled? Let's go back to the test."

Looking around at everyone present, the old tax official who had experienced three lords said indifferently: "After all, we have experience, even if the new lord is really unwilling to use us 'disloyal' old people—then I Just ask, does the city hall need a 'teacher'?"

"Not to mention, we are all literate and numerative. Isn't the city hall also hiring an education specialist? This means that the lord needs educated people like us."

(End of this chapter)