Surdak didn’t expect Byrd tax collector to be happy because he didn’t collect taxes in Wall Village later.
It seems that Wall Village is poorer than expected.
Surdak asked the Byrd tax collector, "Isn’t it necessary to wait until I get the knight certificate before distributing me a fief?" Will this village be given to me? Then how do others live in this village? "
Surdak is a little worried that if his arrival is more like a disaster for other villagers in Wall Village, that would be the worst.
"Well, that’s right!" Bird tax collector said and then explained
"But according to the usual practice, I think that is, dividing a territory around here for you. After all, you can’t deprive other villagers of their land. Even if the land belongs to you in name, you should continue to lease it to these villagers. The annual rent increase should not exceed 5% of the total rent, and you can’t take back the land unless they are unwilling to continue planting it."
It turns out that the imperial code also has some policies to protect civilians, so who will compensate for this loss? Surdak thought at random in his heart
"… will give you a piece of land that really belongs to you," continued the tax collector Bird.
Surdak curled his pie mouth and asked, "wasteland?"
The tax collector Byrd didn’t expect Surdak to be so straightforward. Considering that he was a knight who didn’t go to college and didn’t have training in knight etiquette, the tax collector Byrd felt that he could forgive his recklessness, so he explained that "this … really … needs you to pay for it yourself."
Probably the main wasteland around Woer village is the most lacking, and it is still a wasteland full of rocks and gravel. What difference does it make if you divide the land for yourself? Even if you don’t divide the land, can’t you take the initiative to cultivate these wasteland around the village?
"… how do you feel that being a knight seems to have no benefits?" Surdak muttered 1.
Bird tax collector rode stallion again and said to Surdak with a smile in front of the mountain pass, "The good territory has long been occupied by people, and now the Green Empire encourages knights to explore new territory in his rich plane."
Surdak rolled over and chased him across his horse.
"I heard that the land in Warsaw is very fertile?" Bird tax collector asked surdak curiously.
Surdak nodded his head, and the scene of the forest farm camp came to his mind. "It is really quite fertile. There is a large grassland in Handanar County where alfalfa can grow almost waist high …"
"That’s really fertile soil," said the tax collector Byrd wistfully.
At this time, Surdak added, "It is that some evil spirits will run out from time to time."
At once, the tax collector Byrd’s face changed and he reluctantly smiled and said, "Well, personally, I think Hailansa City is still very good."
……
A winding river flows out of dark gray stone pieces and flows into the big mountain valley along the valley to dye this world green.
The stone houses in the small village of Woer are not built neatly in the ravine, and the paths are distributed. A dead tree in the mouth of the village is hung with a piece of white lime powder on the board, and it looks a little blurred.
At the entrance of the village, there are a group of villagers dressed in linen. They are eagerly looking forward to the sunset of Surdak.
As the tax collector of Surdakbird got closer and closer, the young people in the village cheered and cheered, and even everyone sang the triumph song. The most simple songs of the villagers welcomed their heroes.
At this time, Surdak’s heart was very uneasy, and this feeling became more and more intense when he rode near. He looked uneasily at the woman in front of the crowd.
From time to time, someone shouted "Surdak is good …"
At this time, a girl wearing a linen dress and a headscarf ran out of the group and shouted "Brother …"
She ran very fast with her hands in a cloth skirt, and her steps were full of youth.
Running to Surdak’s face has turned red, and a pair of chestnut eyes staring at Surdak’s eyes are surprised and confused little by little, just like staring at a stranger.
"Are you Rita?" Surdak hurriedly strode from Malay to the girl and looked her up seriously.
Surdak is right. He has a very beautiful sister. Surdak’s white face is similar in three points, but her bones exude a soft beauty. Her eyes are bright and her lips are slightly raised. It seems that her bones are full of pride.
Rita looked suspiciously at Surdak, a handsome knight who could shout out her name at a glance. She really wanted to find some memories of her brother’s shadow from this person in front of her eyes. In some places, it was like some places, but it was definitely not like a girl. At this moment, she became confused and said a sentence.
"Are you …"
Behind the words, before they could be said, a group of cheerful villagers poured in. Everyone threw Surdak up and threw him into the water, and then caught such repeated cheers for three times without stopping.
"Duck, you have changed so much that we almost didn’t recognize you." A young villager, Surdak, punched his chest and said with a smile.
Surdak held out his hands, and the young villager who looked a little thin and wore a leather apron and smelled of sheep gave a hug and said, "You are still the same … Hood!"
The young villager named Hood hugged Surdak with excitement and shouted at the surrounding villagers.
"I told you that Duck wouldn’t forget me. If I met you in Hailanza, I wouldn’t dare to say hello to you. I haven’t seen you for five years and I have become so strong."
Some villagers in the crowd asked, "I heard that you made great contributions to the battlefield and were knighted by your nobles?"
Several young people surrounded Surdak and said excitedly, "It’s great to have you back. This time, we will definitely beat the grandchildren in Guta Village."
Surdak’s face smiled faintly. Facing these strange and enthusiastic villagers, he really didn’t know what he should say.
A boy in linen knickerbockers and sleeve-cut clothes squeezed into the crowd and hung Surdak’s thigh like a monkey. Surdak reached out and patted the boy on the back and asked him, "Are you Peter?"
Peter blinked a pair of clever big eyes and grandma said angrily to Surdak, "It’s great that mom and dad say you are my father!" I finally have a father. I’m afraid they’ll say I’m as wild as Jim. "
Peter’s naive words Gensoul Ducker’s heart seemed to ignite a fire. He reached out and gently stroked Peter’s soft long hair on his head. He put his hands in his armpits and easily lifted him above his head, then put little Peter on his shoulder.
Peter sat on Surdak’s shoulder with his hands clutching his hair and giggled.
All the villagers were surrounded by Surdak, and everyone seemed to be in high spirits. Instead, Natasha looked at all this outside the Surdak family without saying a word. Natasha looked at the old Sheila with a face of anxiety and asked softly, "Sheila …"
What mother in the world would not know her own son?