The Mythical Races I Created

In Oasis No. 7, after months of accumulation, Barbatos sent people to the market to collect land.

Without the help of the Jackal Prince, it was really difficult to do these things. First of all, the land was scattered, and many residents were unwilling to sell their land.

However, with money you can always find somewhere to spend it.

Batches of land near the Panyang people were sold to Oasis No. 7.

The land in Oasis 7 is expanding.

The cycle of selling goods to the kobold kingdom, and then using the money to buy land and buy slaves, has gradually been established and solidified.

The southern province of the Upper Kingdom of the Kobold Kingdom has experienced a drought just now. In fact, as long as the water of the Blue Nile River is slightly reduced by a few centimeters, the nearby farmland will be affected.

Farming is an occupation that is most vulnerable to weather and geographical conditions.

So, this time, a large number of kobold farmers encountered a situation where the harvest was not good, but the kobold administration recruited them heavily.

Next to the farmland, the farmers no longer planted in the farmland, but were pulled aside, first kneeling to the soldiers with whips, and then being asked to hand over enough taxes.

The soldier raised his brows, and a whip hit the ground, stirring up countless dust. "The land of the whole country belongs to the king. When you grow food on the king's land, you will hand over eight-tenths of the harvest to the king. But what about things now?"

Several kobold farmers cried and begged the soldiers to bypass them.

A relatively strong kobold farmer raised his head and prayed: "My lord, it is something we are very happy to do to give up eight-tenths of the harvest to the king, but we have already handed it over."

The soldier said angrily: "Where is it!"

"Look at how much you have paid. On average, it's just over 300 catties per mu... In previous years, each mu cost 900 catties per season." The soldier said arrogantly: "I think you are all daring and want to court death. If you If you don't pay enough taxes, even the gods in the sky will anger you and send you to **** when you die."

Several kobold farmers looked at each other.

This…

There was a drought this year.

The yield per mu will definitely decrease. ""

However, one consequence of political corruption among officials is that they act rigidly. People may not know much about agriculture and think it has little impact.

It may also be known, but it doesn't matter how you pay the tax, it's fine to sell your sons and daughters, but you just have to pay a full amount, otherwise it will be difficult for them to explain to their superiors.

The kobold farmers were crying and begging the soldiers to imprison them, but the soldiers' faces became more and more ugly.

"Don't cry for me to be poor." The kobold soldier said: "My family was also born in poverty. It's not that I don't know your hardships. But if I understand you, no one will understand me. Selling land, those who have sons sell their sons, those who have daughters sell their daughters, if you don’t have any of these four, you can still sell your wives and parents to me.”

"I don't care how you get the money, you can steal it or steal it."

The soldier kicked a man who was crying while hugging his leg, and then kicked the farmer's chest a few times, causing him to cough in disbelief.

The kobold soldier said angrily: "Go away."

"I'll give you one last chance today. Next time I come back, if you still can't pay your taxes, I'll personally go to your house to pay off your son's debt."

"The magnanimous wolf-headed king knows that you don't have enough food to pay the tax, and specially asked the tax collector to formulate a new policy so that you can use the banknotes to offset part of the food tax in kind. How good you look."

"You are already very happy, and you don't know how to cherish it yet."

After all, the kobold soldiers walked away, leaving behind a crowd of chicken feathers.

Several kobold farmers knelt on the ground, asking the sky and shouting, all of them were desperate.

"God, what should we do with this?"

"There's nothing we can do, it might not be enough to sell us all, and these people don't care what we eat at all, and we'd rather die when we hand over everything."

"But if we commit suicide, we will be degraded to **** by the **** of death..."

"The gods of this world are so unfriendly to us, we can't die, we can't live, we are in a difficult situation, but we can't escape, because even if we commit suicide, we will all go to **** because of it. But how can we live? What can we do alive? We simply can't afford enough food."

Several farmers are desperate.

This despair is not the simple kind of despair.

In normal society, despair always has a means of escape, suicide, numbness...

But despair in this kind of society is the kind where even the spirit has to be controlled and squeezed. You can't even commit suicide.

If there is a degree of despair, then the despair of this society is infinite.

Just as they were crying and shouting, a caravan of Pan Yang people happened to be here. A Pan Yang with horns on his head and his eyes were jumping down. He clasped his hands together and pretended to be cramped.

"You...seem to need help."

Pan Yang looked left and right.

Kobold farmers have never seen a creature like this, and they instinctively feel danger and resistance.

One kobold farmer refused: "Who are you? We don't want to talk to people right now."

"Really?" Pan Yang showed an exaggerated expression. He spread out his hands, raised them, and said, "I've been watching for a long time. I think you need my help now, so I'm here."

"You see, there are many farmers like you in the team. They all dragged their families to our oasis."

"We are more than happy to buy your land if you are also interested in selling your land."

"You can still go to the oasis."

In the convoy, many kobolds shouted to let them come together, and told them that there was a paradise over there.

The kobold farmers hesitated.

A kobold farmer said, "But there is no land. Even if we can pay taxes, what will we eat?"

Pan Yang smiled and said, "In the oasis, you don't need land to survive, we will pay your salary every month, you can also have your own house, and we have benefits for you every month, You don't have to pay taxes either."

"You only need to think about working every day. Even if the harvest is not good, we will still pay the wages."

"Without a fixed tax, you can do as much work as you can."

Several kobold farmers have already heard the hype.

Pan Yang smiled and continued: "There, your property will still be protected, and no one can take your money. Look at that soldier, then you have paid enough taxes, but they still use You are asked to pay more in an improper name. In the oasis, there is no such situation."

"You don't have to kneel before you see anyone, and you don't have to worry about being beaten, let alone being cast down to **** by the gods, because we have our own god, a true **** that is completely different from the gods of the kobolds."

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