Happy people from Blue Star

Chapter 18
Forty percent tax!

If it was changed to the world before rebirth, the capitalist would be moved to tears, and then give Hardy a big praise and recognize him as a competent companion.

But here, [-]% of the tax is an angel, a good person!
Because under normal circumstances, tenant farmers and long-term workers have to pay at least [-]% of the tax, and many of them are [-]%.

Forty percent... is already the level of citizens.

Except for the scars on their wrists and the need to obey the lord, they only pay [-]% of the tax, and they are no different from citizens.

After paying [-]% of the tax...the rest of the output, they can keep it for themselves.

The fur of the hunted wild animals can be sold, the meat can be eaten by oneself, and the excess can be sold in the city.

Then change back to salt, flour, cloth and other important living materials.

Just by imagining such a picture, the mountain people can paint a picture scroll of a better life.

The mountain people looked at Rogge eagerly.

Rogge looked at Hardy with a hesitant expression.

"You don't believe me?" Hardy said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, you just move out, I will give you enough time, three months, how about it?"

When negotiating, you must give both favors and threats, and you cannot express your own needs. This is the experience Hardy learned from his former boss.

It has to be said that the social skills of capitalists are almost full.

And now, Hardy is also a capitalist... no, even a step further, a feudal landlord.

These things seem to be self-taught.

No need to learn.

Hardy gave them three months, enough time for the mountain people to make all the preparations to leave.

But the question is, where can they go after leaving here?
Rogge looked up into the distance, since he was born, he grew up here.

The mountain forest is very large, and it can shelter hundreds of mountain people.

But the mountain forest is also very small, so small that it can only shelter a few hundred of them.

There is nothing here but plants and beasts.

He wanted to go to the city, he wanted to see this beautiful world, he even thought about going outside to find a clean and beautiful woman to have a baby.

Instead of marrying those dirty women in the mountains who have only bathed once since they were born.

He also heard that the women outside are all fragrant.

Seeing Rogge's hesitation, Hardy chuckled inwardly.

He knew from the beginning that this would be the result.

Mountain people are rough and savage, but it's just a survival need.

If you come here alone, these mountain people will turn into wild beasts and swallow you up, leaving nothing behind.

But if you have enough strength to compete with them, or even surpass them, then they are just little wild cats who bark very loudly.

Indeed, Rogge is the best archer among the mountain people, the most "brave", and even the most reasonable, so he became the "village head" of the mountain people.

But... No matter how powerful he is, he is just a mountain dweller, and he cannot escape the level of a mountain dweller.

He is illiterate, has never read a book, and has never left the mountains and forests.

His vision of the world is only at the level of mountain people.

No one taught him new knowledge, and he couldn't get out of this group structure.

"If you can swear to the gods you believe in, we are willing to be your tenant farmers or long-term laborers." Rogge gritted his teeth, his beard like weeds was shaking violently, as if making this decision was very difficult: "As long as you swear to the gods."

According to Rogge's guess, when he said the word 'willing', the young master in front of him would definitely be very happy.

But he didn't expect to see Hardy frowning.

All of a sudden, Rogge's heart was raised.

Hardy breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Sorry, I don't have a god to believe in."

Everyone was shocked, but relieved.

Most people in this world will choose to believe in a god, but there are exceptions.

For example, the elves only believe in their ancestors and the world tree, and the dwarves only believe in stones.

So some human beings follow suit, don't believe in gods, and change to believe in something else.

For example, there is a sect that believes in noodles...it is very strange.

"Then what do you swear by?" Roger asked.

"Why should I swear." Hardy took a few steps back and got on his horse: "Believe it or not, within three months, I will move them all away."

After all, Hardy was about to turn around and leave.

At this time, Roger knew that he couldn't wait any longer, and he shouted: "Wait, we are willing to be long-term laborers or sharecroppers of the Hardy family."

Hardy turned around with a rather flat expression.

"Is it really decided?"

Roger gritted his teeth: "It's decided."

"That's fine." Hardy nodded: "You stay here for two or three days, and I will send someone over to brand you. At the same time, I will also bring the reconstruction plan here. As the village head, you should make a report for me. I need to know how many mountain people and how many families there are, understand?"

Roger lowered his head, with a face of shame: "I can't read."

"Then I will send a housekeeper over tomorrow to assist you in completing this matter." Hardy thought for a while and said, "When will the population registration be completed, and when will I brand you."

After that, Hardy turned and left.

The guard and two guards followed closely.

After Hardy left, Logan returned to the mountain people.

A mountain man next to him asked, "Can you believe what the young master said?"

"We can only believe." Rogge said helplessly, "He is willing to accept us, which is much better than other nobles."

All the mountain people felt uneasy when they heard this.

There is no way, this kind of future and future are all tied to others, but there is no way to protect self-interest. It is really painful.

Hardy didn't have this kind of pain anymore. He was smiling all the way home, obviously in a good mood.

Seeing this, the shield warrior Pero asked, "Master, after those mountain people become your tenant farmers, can I choose a woman from them to be my wife?"

Hardy became a little curious when he heard it: "You are a shield warrior and a professional. It should not be difficult to marry a woman."

"I used to patronize to make money." Perot said helplessly: "Now that I am older, ordinary women look down on me."

The shield warrior has a big beard and looks old, but he is actually older, in his early forties.

In fact, this is just his humble words. Even if the professional is in his 60s, a large number of young women are willing to marry him.

"Do you think I will believe it?" Hardy turned his head and smiled, "Why do you want to marry a female mountain man?"

Perot laughed a few times and said, "I heard that strong women have a higher chance of giving birth to offspring of professionals."

Female mountain people are indeed quite strong and healthy.

"Then it's okay to find a professional woman to marry?"

Perot looked helpless: "Female professionals, haven't they been almost snatched up by your nobles?"

Indeed, most female professionals are wives or lovers of nobles.

The aristocratic class will not let high-end combat power out of their control.

"Then you can look for it." Hardy thought for a while, and said, "I wish you what you want, just don't mess around."

"Thank you, master."

Perot beamed.

The mountain people will be Hardy's "property" in the future. Without the consent of Hardy, the master, Perot really dare not mess around.

(End of this chapter)