High Above

  New Policies for Chapter 658 Territories

  Building the kingdom of heaven, this goal sounds too ambitious just by sounding.

   Except for Adalbert, 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?"

   And Scott also stared at Ian with a solemn expression.

  There is no room for 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. .

  Compared to change, most people in this world would rather maintain the status quo.

  Unless the whole world becomes a **** like the Grand Dukedom, people can't imagine the Kingdom of Heaven at all.

   This is the saddest thing.

   "This is my personal wish."

So, as a compromise, after sighing silently, Ian said some more practical goals: "Apart from anything else, although the Leonland is big, it is still too small compared to my personal ambition—the Empire Although it was not stated explicitly, 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, this will make it understandable.

  Qing Chao and Scott both 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, there are so many lords on the continent of Terra, and there are a lot of messy private laws and local laws. Is it a Titan-class Ice Wind Butterfly?

  —This world has not yet reached the point where it needs to be reformed. The people have not suffered enough and hated enough. They have not experienced deep darkness and despair.

  —so there is no longing for 'brighter' in the heart.

  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 mazes.

At the very least, it will take more than a hundred years, so that the whole world will no longer have room for development, the contradictions between the upper and lower classes will intensify, and the upper class will be completely solidified. A world war that made sublimated people feel overwhelmed with pain.

   Only 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 a lot of 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 have 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 little 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 The strong, why isn't it really 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 hundreds of years later.

"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 what."

   "Generally speaking, 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 passable..."

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

   "Next, every night, I will give you lectures. Including economics, politics, sociology and other aspects."

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 the castle of Leian, which aroused great attention from 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 posts】

  【Those who are willing to apply for the new tax officer position can go to the city hall to sign up, take a written test and interview】

   In addition to this, the soldiers posted other announcements.

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

  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 1st, the entire Leian territory will conduct a comprehensive census.

  Big news one after another, dizzying.

   But it is still the first instruction, which is the most appealing.

  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 around the depressed tavern. They drink sweet soda and chat about something worried, 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 industry blocks.

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

  In general, these tax officials are the epitome of the forces under the lord who actually build the territorial order.

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 sublimated will not mind this little money.

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

   "Just retreat like this?"

  A tax official said softly, he is the second son of the Ross family, and his family has a good reputation, owning more than a dozen fine 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 official, the Ross family fought openly and secretly with the Luoda family next door for a long time, and several people died in each... Now the new lord wants them all to abdicate. Recruiting new ones, how could it be possible to swallow this breath?

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

   "Back. Why not?"

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, how could it be short of manpower."

  He looked at the young tax collector of the Ross family, and said with a smile: "This young lord actually understands what he means—a new era has come, only his territory and his rules."

   "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 the 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 will Go 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)