[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

"The new tax law is coming down again."

Wei Jinghuan tightly held the booklet in his hand, and said word by word: "Business tax is heavier, customs duty is doubled, salt tax is greatly increased, and wine tax is newly added... This is what the folks call, 'tasting wine money'."

For a long time, the Southern Dynasties boasted that they cared for the peasants, and they emphasized that merchants were the most important thing when collecting taxes. This was a tradition established in the early days of the Southern Dynasties, but now, this so-called "business tax" has completely become an oppressive small The exorbitant taxes of the people.

It sounds like a policy for caravans, but in fact it is for all people who come and go. You must know that the checkpoints in the Southern Dynasties are all over large and small cities, rural villages and towns, and there are countless. In times of times, regardless of weddings and funerals, visiting relatives and going to the market, it has become a hugely expensive behavior.

Not to mention the salt tax, people can’t live without salt, no matter how high the price is, salt is always a necessity, of course the big salt merchants appointed by the government will not bear the cost of the salt tax increase, they will pass it on to All those who buy salt have been the same since ancient times.

As for the wine tax, this can be regarded as one of the worst tax laws. Wine is brewed from grain, so there is nothing wrong with imposing heavy taxes on wine, but the so-called "tasting money" is entirely for the sake of logical exploitation. It will force the township party to force the township People pay alcohol tax, even if ordinary people can't even see a drop of wine, they may lose their entire family because of it...

"'The legislation of the predecessors hated the profits of merchants and suppressed them; the legislation of later generations envied the profits of merchants and wanted to share them.'*..." Wei Jinghuan thumped the low wall under him fiercely, " They even promulgated the liquor tax openly, thinking that there is an excuse, what a shame!"

It was next to the ethnology school and a small wall again. The two teenagers met again. Wei Jinghuan was still alive and well on the top of the wall, but Huo Yuhuai could only sit cautiously at the bottom of the wall. They ate several meals of fried pork with bamboo shoots, and Wei Jinghuan recovered overnight, but Huo Yuhuai's buttocks were hard to heal.

But this mere punishment is far from enough to make the two teenagers take it seriously. What really surprised and worried them was the new tax law that was just promulgated this fall.

After the imperial list traveled all over the southern country, the imperial decree finally reached the border state capital in the north, hanging over everyone's heads, like a butcher's knife on the necks of cattle and sheep.

I don't know if it's because of the unhealed injury, Huo Yuhuai's expression was very depressed, he didn't go along with his cousin's anger, instead he asked in a low voice with some puzzlement: "Didn't the government already order to show pity for the people, why is it like this?" What about the tax law of the Tatars? It’s not as good as the Tartars—the tribes of the Tartars know not to collect cattle and sheep in bad times!”

Yes, when times are bad, one must be thrifty and cherish material resources. This is the truth written in the books of sages, and scholars all over the world should know...

But reason, after all, is only reason.

What is the use of the government's decree? It can neither prevent the dignitaries from fighting for power, nor can it prevent the Tartars from crossing the border.

The new tax law will affect the entire Southern Dynasty. In the coming year, more caravans may venture into the grassland...

After all, the Tatars didn’t have any tariffs, and they didn’t have any money for tasting wine. Instead, they wanted to invite caravans to drink and eat meat, and they also wanted to match them with Western businessmen.

The more Wei Jinghuan thought about it, the more bored he became, but he didn't wait for a long time for his fellow friends to agree, so he couldn't help but look down at his cousin—— Huo Yuhuai's face was terrible, white and blue, and his expression was particularly bitter, beyond resentment Added a layer of despair and depression, and completely lost the usual pride.

Wei Jinghuan was startled, and immediately climbed down the wall: "What's wrong with your injury? Is it hurting again!"

Huo Yuhuai was silent for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "I didn't hold back last night... I used Shengren on my parents."

"You used it...!" Wei Jinghuan exclaimed in surprise, feeling terrified in his heart.

You must know that Huo Yuhuai's holy benevolence is "listening", as long as he doesn't meet a more powerful holy benevolence than him, he can hear the heartbeat of everyone within a ten-mile radius.

This is a very terrifying power, and it is also a holy benevolence that will never be tolerated. Fortunately, Huo Yuhuai grew up beside his grandmother. This wise old lady kept it from everyone, including her son and daughter-in-law. Please ask the eminent monk to temporarily seal Huo Yuhuai's mind until he learns to hide it quietly.

Now that the old lady has passed away, Huo Yuhuai has also returned to his parents, but he hates pretense very much, he only wants to be honest with others, and simply blocks Shengren all the time.

But just last night, Huo Yu was still pregnant.

"Yes, I used it." Huo Yuhuai buried his face in his hands, panting in a low voice, as if something was strangling his throat, "I have never heard the heart sounds of my parents, I always thought they were the same, but Last night, I still heard..."

"I heard that my father wanted to search and rule the people, and bribed the officials to pave the way to Beijing; I heard that my mother wanted to send the younger sister to the palace to serve the officials who are over fifty years old..."

"They all feel that the new tax law is very convenient, timely and just right."

*

As dusk fell, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the grassland, casting a thin layer of gold on all the creatures on this land.

In this fading light, Geriletu looked up at the sunset in the sky. He loved the sun very much, and would watch the sun set every evening.

The silence tonight and the brilliance of the Ming Dynasty are like a round of life and death. Changshengtian empowers the Tartars with the sun, moon and stars, and people with the same type of grace will be closer to each other more easily...

Geriletu knew very well that Chaoluomen was different from him. The "Dawn Star" was a blessing from the night, just like Huo Erlanle's "Nightmare".

So, can Chaoluomen get Hoelanle's preference?

Geriletu lightly held the pony in his hands, and slowly walked to Kexue who was guarding He Dun's carriage: "Agula, do you know where the second brother is? Why do I only see the eldest brother. "

The patriarch of Qilulian is always at the forefront of the tribe, and his blood relatives also shoulder the heavy responsibility of guarding the tribe, but as dusk falls, only his eldest son, Ba Gen, is left guarding the tribe leader. He was helping his father lead the horse with a look of reverence.

Unabashed flattery, or filial piety, maybe both...

Perhaps Bagen thought he was playing a dutiful son, but Gerilatu thought he was just a man slave.

Everyone knew that Bagen's biological mother had been kidnapped by the Jalon tribe. Although the Tartars didn't care about chastity, they still worshiped blood.

Although based on time, Ba Gen's father may be Dargachi, or Ha Sen from the Jalon tribe, but judging from his appearance and character... it is most likely the latter.

As early as the year when the royal court was about to collapse, Hasen betrayed the trust of the old Khan, deceived the [-] households of the royal court, and fled after plundering a large amount of treasure. His behavior was despicable, greedy and short-sighted. A jackal that anyone can despise.

Therefore, Geriletu never thought that Ba Gen was qualified to inherit the glory of the Golden Family, and he looked down on this big brother with mixed blood.

For Bagen running errands for Na Yanan, the cowards are not surprised. Agula didn't care much about it. He only answered the boy's previous question: "Isn't Chaoluomen going to break the rear? Let's set up camp." Restoration, the rear also needs to be investigated... What, I miss my brother after only seeing you for a day?"

No matter what Geriletu thought, he just smiled: "Of course not, it's just that my mother asked me just now."

Agula accepted this explanation, and he coaxed Nayan's little son not so skillfully like he did with all children: "Mothers always do this, just like a wolf who doesn't leave her cubs. Forget it, you must know that Alatan can't even get off the carriage."

Alatan was the eyeball of his biological mother, and the journey was difficult. He Dun hardly allowed him to get out of the carriage on the grounds of his young age and infirmity. This ten-year-old boy seemed like a girl before marriage. There is no way to persuade.

Geriletu actually doesn't care how his eldest brother and third brother will be treated. What he really cares about is his second brother with the same mother and father. As for where Chaoluomen will go...

In all likelihood, they went to find their little uncle again.

Geriletu knows Chaoluomen very well, so he also clearly understands what he wants to do. Chaoluomen wants to form a force that is only loyal to him, just like his father's cowards, and Hoelanle is The first person he saw.

Didn't father think so too?He asked Joelanle to be the teacher of his four sons because he liked the youngsters' similar ages. He was counting on who among the four sons would be able to subdue Joelanle and completely subdue their nominal "little uncle" "...

The leader of each tribe has his own right-hand man, and these loyal subordinates and partners are made by the leader from childhood to adulthood, just like Darigachi and his cowards, this is a two-way choice In the course of the process, the Tartars admired such allegiance, following the pack of wolves to follow their leader.

On this grassland, no matter who they are, if they want to survive, they must find a loyal partner. They are like-minded and can entrust each other's lives to level every piece of land on the grassland while leading and following.

But—people who grew up on the snow-capped mountains are indeed not so well-versed in the world.

Huo Erlanle didn't realize what Darigachi's invitation meant at all. He had already entered a fork in the future, but he didn't have the consciousness of choosing one of the four to be loyal to, and he didn't want to test the students at all. Potential character, he really only regards himself as a teacher, going forward in education, treating all students fairly and justly...

This is probably Darigachi's only miscalculation, right?However, Huo Erlanle turned out to be exceptionally suitable to be a teacher, which was barely an unexpected surprise.

To be honest, Geriletu is grateful for Huo Erlanle's innocence from the bottom of his heart, because he is only seven years old and cannot compete with his second brother. He still needs a lot of time to grow up, so that he can really catch up with Chao Luomen .

If it is said that Huo Erlanle is still a matter of reason, then Ba Gen is completely ridiculous. Among the four brothers, only the eldest brother did not understand the meaning of his father at all. Equivalent to weakness, taking his care as flattery...

It's really shortsighted like jackals, without vision.

But even if he understands his father's arrangement, Geriletu has no other choice. The tribe is migrating in the most dangerous way, and the cowards will not let him stay away from a safe place, let alone let him fill the convoy like Chaoluomen run.

He could only stay where he was, waiting for his mother's call, and then ate dried meat with the more unlucky Alatan.

Geriletu looked at his palm, the faint light was condensed in his palm, carrying a fiery temperature.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in front of the horse team. Geriletu raised his head vigilantly, but found that the change did not seem to be an enemy attack.

Immediately afterwards, Geriletu saw a rushing black shadow in the direction where the sun landed.

"It's a Mustang!"

The cowards roared excitedly and nervously: "The herd of horses is here, it's a herd of wild horses!"

*

The horse is one of the favorite animals of the Tartars. In this vast and boundless land, the horse is the second pair of legs, the second pair of eyes, and even the second life of the Tartars.

How much do the Tartars value horses?It can be seen from a small detail.

In the language of the Tartars, there are a total of more than [-] specific words to refer to "horse". They have made extremely detailed and accurate distinctions between horses of different appearances, genders, ages, and characteristics. And these complex vocabulary even five-year-old children can't make mistakes.

On the other hand, the southerners use only one word to summarize the creature "horse", and when they need specific reference, they add adjectives to subdivide it. They are very general and concise, far less detailed than the Tartars.

The Tartars attach great importance to raising and training horses, and they especially admire strong and brave horses. Therefore, no tribe can not be tempted when encountering a herd of wild horses.

On the prairie with hidden murderous intentions, a large herd of wild horses means dozens of BMWs of the same group. Among them, there must be horses with the grace of heaven. If they can be tamed, it means a big boost!

At this time, the Qilu Company encountered such a great opportunity head-on, and even Darigachi couldn't hide his joy. He called to the cowards loudly: "...burn all the torches! If the wild horses approach, drive them away , don't let them rush into our ranks and trample-quick! The rest follow me! Don't let them go!"

The entire Lulu company was agitated by Na Yan's shouts, and the cavalry surged like flowing water, but the order was not disrupted in the slightest, efficient and stable.

Some people tacitly guarded the periphery of the tribal team. They held up their torches, kept an eye on their compatriots around them, and were alert to possible sneak attacks, ready to rush to help at any time;

The other part couldn't wait to get on their horses and prepare for the battle. The warriors had already prepared nooses and horse poles. They were going to conquer the wild horse herd, plundering as many horses as possible, and not missing any gifts from the immortals.

The setting sun has already wiped the horizon, replaced by the continuous firelight in the grass, this surging flame jumps on everyone's face, ignites their pupils again, and then drips into their bones and blood, just waiting to be burned Field!

At the same time, the free-running wild horses have glimpsed the impending disaster, they are vigilant, they want to escape, panting and neighing in the nostrils of each horse, perhaps only by fleeing to the depths of the grassland can they get a short-term relief. shelter……

The two strange ethnic groups met here, so another invasion and conquest in this gloomy world covering the four fields is about to kick off.