An ordinary person who wants to survive in the war.
This is all Li Ke's evaluation of the person in front of him.
Because of this, Li Ke's sense of the Defias thief is getting worse and worse.
Not because of anything else, but because old farmers like this have nothing to hinder the Defias thieves. Defias thieves persecuting farmers like this will have no effect except creating more displaced people.
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Although Varian is a benevolent and qualified king, he is only a medieval king after all. The refugees stationed near the Western Spring Fortress basically explain everything.
The fact that Jonathan was able to play moral kidnapping on himself there proved that this matter was no longer a secret.
The result was that these refugees did not receive any substantial help at all. Stormwind City neither sent troops to help them regain their homes, nor provided them with supplies to enable them to live temporarily. It was just a waste.
As for why not put them in Stormwind City and let them find jobs?
Are you sure that the people here are all refugees and not Defias thieves?
Or can you guarantee that these people will not become Defias thieves?
No one can guarantee such a thing.
"So you don't have to be so humble to me, old gentleman, I just want to know some local news."
Li Ke glanced at Jennifer on the side, and Jennifer jumped off the horse. Although she was a rich woman, she even yearned for the upper class society.
But there's one good thing about Jennifer.
She never felt that she was so noble.
"This is the lord here, who will rule this land in the future instead of Ms. Oni...Katlana, so if you can answer our questions well, I can ask her to exempt you from taxes this year."
Li Ke's words made the old farmer's eyes light up almost instantly. He looked at Jennifer excitedly and wanted to bow, but he was afraid that the smell of his body would smell to Jennifer, so he wanted to step back and bow.
His performance made Li Ke sigh inwardly.
How can such a person find any profit? In the eyes of many nobles in this world, he is probably not as good as a peasant who can be resurrected by necromancy. After all, the undead do not need to eat.
They can raise taxes as much as they want.
"Yes, you don't need to be so embarrassed."
Jennifer didn't pay attention to the smell of the old farmer. The vomit of the guests in the tavern smelled even more unpleasant. She hadn't grown up smelling it.
She spoke in a rather calm tone.
"Has the harvest here always been so good? How much wheat can be harvested from an acre of land, how many times can it be planted a year, and how much tax does Countess Katlana pay here? How much of it actually falls on you."
Jennifer, who comes from a lower-class background, is very aware of what the tax officials do. They can easily turn 30% of the tax into 40%, so she wants to know the actual tax of these farmers compared with the tax set by Katlana.
how many.
The old farmer was a little scared, but he still answered Jennifer's question truthfully.
"Yes, the harvest here has always been so good. The land in the Western Wilderness is very fertile, and the rain is abundant. Even if you don't use canals, you don't have to worry about the wheat fields being short of water."
The old farmer paused for a moment, and then he realized that the armor on Li Ke was so gorgeous. Even the most luxurious aristocratic grandpa he had ever seen, their whole body attire combined, was not as impressive as Li Ke's shoulder armor.
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So his next words were a bit stuttering.
"The climate here allows us to grow wheat twice a year. The first time we can grow 80 kilograms of wheat, the second time we can only grow about 70 kilograms. Then we have to change the land for cultivation. As for taxes..."
When the old farmer said this, just as he was about to speak, the farmer's wife on the side coughed loudly, and then the farmer stopped talking.
Jennifer immediately realized that the taxes here were definitely controlled by some people, so she immediately picked up the sword with her family's crest on her waist.
"How much? Old sir, as the lord here, I must understand how much the tax here is, otherwise I will make a misjudgment when formulating a new tax system."
She smiled, her kind expression taking on an undeniable seriousness.
"So, how much is it? Please rest assured that my wife and I are believers in the Holy Light. We will protect your safety. You can become our groom in the future, and your wife and daughter can also become our castle.
and maid of the manor, and remain a free man."
She raised her head and put on an aristocratic air towards the old farmers. This seemed a bit pretentious, but in fact it was the best way to deal with these old farmers.
Authority and force are the cornerstones of trust.
"this……"
The old farmer was still hesitant. His cloudy eyes looked at the fine armor of the soldiers around him, and finally he chose to believe Jennifer.
"Well, let me tell you, Miss Jennifer, Ms. Catlana's tax on farmland is 70%, but the commercial tax is very low, and there is no head tax or other labor."
Jennifer nodded, the tax was very reasonable, to be precise, it was less.
Normally, for a place like this that can double-crop wheat and is quite fertile, the normal tax is 80% or 85%, and the more ruthless lords can go up to 90%.
After all, even if only 10% is left, it is enough for these farmers to eat.
The key is something else.
But the next words made Jennifer and Li Ke open their eyes wide.
"Then, then there is the tax collector's commission and one month's hard labor every year, the church's 10% and two months' hard work every year, and then there is Lord Defias... no, the protection of the Defias thieves
The fee, which adds up to almost 90%. Then there is the poll tax and one month of labor in Stormwind City..."
Nine, ninety percent?
Li Ke not only opened his eyes wide, but also opened his mouth.
He thought Lordaeron's 70% tax revenue was astonishing enough, but as a result, not only did the farmers in Westfall work for free for four months, but 90% of the tax revenue would also be collected?
So, Li Ke couldn't help but ask.
“How much is your business tax?”
"Seventy percent, sir, and another 10% must be handed over to Stormwind City."
Li Ke felt suffocated for a while. In his own business plan, he planned to collect 30% of the grain and then collect a tax of about 40% to 50% on business activities.
He felt that he could already be regarded as a Grandet among Grandets, a Huang Bapi among Huang Bapi.
