The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

  Chapter 428 Monopoly and

  The memory freezes at this moment.

   Despise the kings of the past and the past, and regard the dynasties as rotten trees.

  Zhao Si and the others looked up at the Taoist on the high platform. At this moment, the ordinaryness of the other party completely faded away.

   Even though there is a long river of history, they can still feel the demeanor of the so-called living immortals. At this moment, whether they were spectators or everyone in memory, they were all shocked.

  A thought spanned time and space, and appeared in everyone's minds by coincidence.

   This is the fairy.

  Zhao Si clenched his fists, his face was flushed with emotion, and he tried his best to restrain himself so as not to be exposed.

   "This is the true immortal! Li Changsheng is the only true immortal in the world!"

  A voice came from beside him, Zhu Yunwei, the former old criminal policeman, praised without any disguise, his face was more excited than Zhao Si, and his eyes were full of enthusiasm.

  Before, he didn't understand why those reincarnated in the age of immortality worshiped living immortals so much, but what monks required in various classics was self-centered, revealing their resistance to personal worship everywhere.

  If a monk wants to grow, it is necessary to forge an invincible heart for the top powerhouse, and genius arrogance is also inevitable.

  They themselves are also individuals with great power, and it would be a shame to worship another person with great power.

   Like Li Changsheng, there are countless reincarnations who overwhelmed an era. They may not be as strong as living immortals, but strength is sometimes relative. They were already the strongest in their time, so they shouldn't be worse than living immortals.

   But there are so many strong people, only Li Changsheng has reached the height of convincing everyone.

   Now that Zhu Yunwei understands, he finally understands.

  Li Changsheng's authority comes not only from his strength, but more from his charisma.

  “Individual great power does not necessarily produce oppression of the weak. It is just that the system cannot avoid the exploitation of the weak by the strong. Once it happens, it will be irresistible exploitation. We cannot put society on the preferences of a strong individual.”

  Zhu Yunwei said to himself that the government's worries about superpowers in the early years were also what most people were worried about.

   "But if we can't put our society on a certain interest group, since we can make the world peaceful and the people have income, why should we resist? One is an established fact, and the other is the so-called fault tolerance rate."

   "Brother Zhu, stop talking." Xu Danting hurriedly interrupted.

   You can’t talk nonsense like this. The company has always been very strict about the ideological issues of the operators. Once there are rules in the practice world where the thinking tends to be prey to the strong, then there will be very few resources in the future.

  Society does not produce a strong man who wants to be superior to others.

   There is nothing wrong with worshiping immortals, but there are also mistakes.

   Those in power are not immortals.

  At least these local monks don't know that the power structure in China has undergone earth-shaking changes. Individuals with strong power will distort everything around them. Li Changsheng, as the ultimate embodiment of his mighty power, attracts everything around him like a black hole.

  Even if it is the rules of human relations and social power that have lasted for thousands of years in China, they are all overwhelmed by it.

  I mean nothing more than God's will.

  Nowadays, even human thoughts are absorbed.

  Zhu Yunwei considers himself a good person. Facing Xu Danting's persuasion, he ignored Xu Danting's dissuasion and continued: "I will record the era of immortality and the society under the rule of immortals according to my own needs. This is not against the regulations."

  “.”

  Everyone was speechless and each had their own thoughts, but most of them were undoubtedly touched.

  People have a good impression of goodness, no matter what position they are in, they don't hate the existence of altruism. If the law of the jungle is the truth in the world, then it is the nature of creatures to be close to the good.

   Otherwise, why did the dynasties and dynasties say that those who win the hearts of the people win the world?

  Because the human heart is full of all kinds of ugly desires, but still maintains a heart yearning for good.

  —————

  One month later, Asgard made a decision, and then all the resources of the human race must be gathered to prepare for the cold disaster three years later.

   None of the immortal sects dared to object. Even the sect of Immortal Flying Star has devoted itself to building various flying boats and controlling the food transportation of the entire human race.

   And its specific program. It was also quickly drawn up in the discussions of countless spiritual powers.

   Divided into three parts, digging holes, storing food, and opening fires.

  First of all, dig holes. The land itself is a very good heat-preserving house. Cultivators can quickly build a number of shelters deep underground with ventilation and heat preservation by using earth magic.

  If you don’t consider comfort, you can avoid the coldest months for a short time, and you can build many underground caves within three years to accommodate 30 million people.

  Zhu Xue's golden juicy fire array once again played a vital role in solving the most difficult sewage discharge.

   To store grain, the Immortal Palace will let the people of the world switch to rice and sorghum, which are durable foods.

  Start the earth fire, Xiangong intends to build a formation covering the entire Tianzhou, arouse the earth fire in the earth veins, and fight against the cold.

  If it goes well, it is expected to maintain three months of spring every year, so that sorghum can be sown once a year.

  The Earth Fire Formation is the most incomprehensible part of it, because even the top formation masters can't guarantee that they can control the Earth Fire in a city, let alone the Earth Fire in the entire Tianzhou.

   "Pindao is responsible for the ground fire, and the rest will be left to you."

  Li Changsheng answered the objections of many Nascent Souls in this way.

   "The world is not the world of the poor and the poor, but the world of the people in the world."

  —————

  Asgard 113 years.

  The four seasons are like spring, there is no disaster or disease, and people look like they are thriving. The environment has even warmed up slightly. In some areas with higher altitudes, the temperature in winter can go below zero, but in recent years, the temperature in winter is generally not lower than 10 degrees.

  Some river valley areas are even more fragrant with birds and flowers, and the soil is fertile. With the blessing of sufficient fertilizer and spells, the output has doubled again and again.

  After meeting the basic food needs, people began to pursue a higher standard of living and began to grow various vegetables, fruits and spices. But just at the beginning of this year, the cultivation of all non-grain crops was banned by the order of Xiangong, and rice and sorghum were replaced.

  So the common people did not complain, and heard that it was the orders of the immortals, and most of them took the initiative to remove cash crops and plant rice and sorghum instead.

   At the same time, the news of the cold disaster was announced, so that the people of the world were prepared.

   It is the time of the year to collect grain again.

  The expropriation officer had just opened the gate of the granary, and before he organized people to go to various villages and towns to collect the grain, he saw an old man sitting at the door, with several bags of rice on a cart beside him.

  The confiscator asked, "Old man, what are you doing?"

   "I'm here to pay for the food."

  The collector's first reaction was that the old man wanted to avoid taxes.

  Because Asgard collects one-twentieth tax, that is, farmers have to pay one-twentieth of what they harvest. According to a rough calculation of the yield per mu, the yield per mu of one mu of land is 600 catties, so you have to pay 30 catties.

  The above is for those who only own 5 mu of land.

  If the real estate exceeds 5 mu, the tax will reach 19 tax 1, and if it exceeds 10 mu, it will rise to 18 tax 1.

  Continuing on by analogy, big landlords who own hundreds of acres of land have to pay three taxes and one.

  At the same time, in order to prevent land owners from concealing the output, and excluding factors such as natural disasters and man-made disasters, part of the land will be confiscated if the yield per mu does not meet the standard.

   Paying taxes by yourself is trying to conceal the report.

  For example, if the yield per mu is high this year, if you come to the door to hand it in, you will generally collect according to the average yield per mu. This is also the tacit consent of the fairy palace, which is used to encourage the people to increase the yield per mu.

   "We are also here to pay the food."

"And I."

   "Me too, don't jump in line."

  Suddenly there was a sound from a distance, and the grain requisition officer looked up and saw a large group of people running towards with grain bags.

  Some families carried a bag each, some pushed carts, and some even pulled ox carts.

  The grain requisition officer remembered that this year was not a good year. They had done research in advance so that they could draw up a grain collection plan.

  For example, the average point of active grain payment this year will increase by a few points during the harvest, and will decrease by a few points during the harvest.

   Did our investigation go wrong?

  He pulled the adjutant next to him and said in a low voice: "What's going on? It doesn't mean that there is basically no harvest this year except for the Hetao area, and even some places have not had a good harvest due to the climate."

   "Yesterday, the collection point for voluntary payment of grain has been released. How much less grain will be collected?"

  The adjutant was also sweating profusely, and said: "I went there in person, and inspected twice a month. It is indeed not a good year."

   "My lord, why don't we temporarily change the price?"

   "I'm afraid you're not out of your mind. If you don't investigate strictly, you will be suspended at most. If you change the levy points casually, you will lose your head."

  The most taboo thing in Asgard is arbitrary taxation.

   As soon as the grain requisition officer gritted his teeth, he could only bite the bullet and open a warehouse to collect grain.

  The first old man said that he owned five acres of land and received three hundred catties of grain.

   "Huh?!" The food requisition officer widened his eyes and glanced at the ledger in his hand.

   "Old man, did you take the wrong one? You pay 300 catties of grain for 5 mu of land?"

  According to the 20th tax, if you convert it, the 5 acres of real estate can produce 6,000 catties of grain, and the yield per mu is as high as more than 1,000 catties!

   Fully doubled.

   Did you put some panacea in your field?

  The old man patted his chest, and said proudly: "One thousand catties per mu should be paid so much. I am honored to pay more!"

   "..."

  The food requisition officer and the adjutant took a step back, turned around and began to whisper with their ears.

   "What should we do? According to regulations, we have to collect food. There has never been a precedent for refusing to pay food."

   "But my lord, how do we account for this ledger?"

   "Why don't we do this, wait for you to investigate this person's field, and at the same time, the ledger handed in will be marked with red, and you will ask for a thorough investigation."

   "Doable."

  The grain requisition officer accepted the old man's grain, and then he was the second on the scale.

  Eight mu of land, pay six hundred catties, and the yield per mu is also one thousand catties.

   3rd place.

   Thirteen acres of land, 1200 catties paid, the yield per mu reached an exaggerated 2000 catties.

  The grain requisition officer is completely numb. It is hard to imagine what kind of good year can directly double the yield per mu, and some even quadruple it.

  As the food collection points in various places sent the ledgers to the Immortal Palace, Taiyin Xianjun was in charge of counting, and just glanced at the ledgers and threw the ledgers in the face of the person in charge.

  She was furious and said: "Are you treating me as a fool? The yield per mu is 3,000 catties. I'm afraid that someone who stepped on a rice pole could support him up."

   "Immediately conduct a thorough investigation, whoever dares to collect grain indiscriminately will be killed without mercy!"

  A few months ago, the immortals emphasized not to rob the people of food by force, but now the average grain harvest in various places has reached 300 catties, and in some places it has even reached 1,000 catties.

  According to the standard family of five, the grain grown each year does not exceed two thousand catties, and harvesting one thousand catties is the rhythm to force rebellion.

   It's even slapping the fairy face!

  The Immortal Palace attached great importance to this, and sent a large number of monks to various places for field investigations, and even Qingxuan Taoists were dispatched.

  —————

  Somewhere in the field.

   Now that the autumn harvest has just passed, the fields all over the mountains and plains are bare, with scattered piles of straw tied on them.

  This is a rare Hetao area in Tianzhou. The living environment is suitable, and it is one of the few places where you can live scattered. It is also one of the best granaries in Tianzhou.

  Qingxuan descended from the sky, changed into plain clothes, and walked into a village not far away.

  Under the setting sun, smoke slowly rises from large and small thatched cottages.

  A family of five randomly selected by Qingxuan, he walked into it and revealed that he was a wandering Taoist priest, wanting to stay overnight.

   Qingxuan, who was warmly received by this family, even killed a chicken for him and took out a jar of rice wine.

  After three visits after drinking, Qingxuan finally asked: "The layman's family looks well-to-do. I don't know how much food has been paid this year?"

  The white-haired and bearded old man opened his cloudy eyes and asked, "Is the Taoist priest sent down to earth?"

  Qingxuan did not deny it: "My father-in-law, just say it, I will make the decision for you."

   "Old man, I know I can't fool the Taoist priest. This year our family paid 1,000 catties of grain." The old man said truthfully.

   "But we didn't pay more, and no one forced us to pay more. Every family in the village paid at least 100 catties of grain, and this was all voluntary."

   "The starting point is 100 catties, which is far from the rules set by the Immortal Palace. Laymen, don't be afraid, there are poor people here, and no one can hurt you."

  Qing Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was already a trace of murderous intent in the depths of his eyes.

  A family of five dared to collect 1,000 catties of grain. Even when the immortals purged the powerful a few decades ago, no one had dared to be so bold.

   "No, we're all voluntary."

  The old man still shook his head, and there was no sign of fear or coercion on his face.

   "It is also true that the yield per mu is 2,000 catties."

   "Layman, what good will such nonsense do to you?"

   "Dare to ask, old man, if I don't say so, will the fairy palace accept my food? Will the immortal accept it?"

   "No, the immortal will not covet the common people for a penny."

   "So we can only produce a thousand catties per mu."

  Qingxuan suddenly felt that things might not be as he imagined. The old man in front of him was full of lies, but he was extremely calm in his heart.

  Checked Shenhun several times, but found nothing wrong.

  He asked suspiciously: "Why is this so? With so much food, I am afraid that you will have problems with food and clothing."

   "The immortal said that the cold disaster is coming, we want to help the immortal."

  A gleam flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes, his words were firm, and his face was resolute, not like an old man half buried in the ground.

   "We mortals can't move mountains to fill seas and fly to escape the earth, and we can't keep warm and comfortable. The only thing we can do is to farm and pay for food."

   "The immortal said that the world is the world of the world. Please accept our food and do your best."

   Qingxuan was silent for a long time, this was the first time he encountered such a situation.

   "What if you don't have enough to eat?"

   "We keep enough for ourselves, and if we really don't have enough to eat, the immortals will help us."

   "What if the immortal can't help you?"

   "It means that the immortal is in trouble, and we should help the immortal."

  The old man held his granddaughter in his arms, gently shaking and caring, and said: "My father told me since I was a child that we followed the immortals to this land. There are wolves, tigers and leopards on the road, natural disasters, and land subsidence."

   "But the immortal never gave up on us, and we never gave up on following in the footsteps of the immortal."

  "We are all the children of immortals, the father never abandons the son, and the son never forgets the father."

  The autumn harvest is over, and the granaries around Asgard are full.

  The Immortal Palace has never increased taxes from the beginning to the end, and never wanted the people to suffer, but the people all over the world are scrambling to pay for it.

   Show the hearts of the people, God's will is irresistible.

  ————

  In the Asgard.

   "Your Majesty, the Autumn Harvest Immortal Palace has a total of 300,000 catties of food, which can be used by the human race for a year. If it is like this every year, it can be used by the human race for five years."

  Person Feixing offered the account book in his hands with both hands, his voice trembling a little, not fear, but an indescribable excitement.

  Throughout the ages, there have been incidents of harvesting the food of the world without relying on force.

  Li Changsheng just took a look, then leaned back on the back of the chair, and asked lazily:

"knew."

  He didn't have too many surprises, even the answer was so perfunctory.

  Because he, Li Changsheng, monopolizes others all his life.

  (end of this chapter)