Undead Farm

.., undead farm

Glutinous rice is a kind of rice. It is not like the wheat that is easy to grow. The cultivation process of glutinous rice is cumbersome and delicate, so only the senior farmers in Putian District will plant it.

Although there are a small amount of glutinous rice circulating in the market, the number is small and the price is high. The average household is rarely bought, and the small territory such as Tianshicheng will not appear.

It seems that I saw the embarrassment of the night, Weng Ling suddenly said: "In fact, you can make maltose without using glutinous rice..."

“Don't use glutinous rice?” The night is even more amazing.

"Well, we don't have potatoes there, I can do it with potatoes, but the sugar I made is not very sweet, and the taste is a bit strange..."

"Oh, this way." The night three thought more.

"I will talk about it later, let's go back to Baiyan Village."

Anyway, he is only a little interested in things that can stimulate his own taste, just like the pepper he has been in his pocket, nothing to chew one or two.

In the third night, I used to touch the pockets habitually, and I remembered that I had sold all the peppers to Yu Dafu.

However, after the peppers were sold, the board was basically empty. Sha Wencheng, who was seriously injured, finally had to agree with the night three, and the board was placed on the back of the steel teeth.

"Steel teeth, I can't help..."

Although letting his mount pull the car feel Sha Wencheng feels a little shame, but how can he run for dozens of kilometers more than his own head.

Yu Dafu also expressed his idea that he might move to Baiyan Village, but there are still some things that have not been processed yet. It will take a while to go.

On the night of the night, five people sat on the board, tightly clasped the edge of the board, and felt the breeze from the cheeks. They had to say that the speed of the steel teeth did not have to be said, at least faster than they pulled. It is.

Looking at the **** faces of the soldiers at the gate of the city, they gradually fell behind them. Several people in the car looked at each other's dense bandages and couldn't help but laugh.

......

When the Shishiling was handed over to Baiyan Village, it did not make anything bad. The fixed building was completely left. As for the population, there were only 50 villagers who had not moved.

The night three walked among the group and frowned.

The rest of the people and the original Lorraine city are both old and weak women and grandchildren. It seems that they are working in other places to work, and the old and weak stay here.

"Where the lord, dare to ask how the tax is collected?" asked a trembling old man with a cane out.

Looking at the group of people who were packed with luggage behind him, it was obviously threatening Weng Ling. If the answer could not satisfy them, they would leave immediately.

Weng Ling looked at the night three more difficult.

Coughed more at night and stood up:

"Luo Lan’s tax is not high. The tax on the settlement is fixed by one person and one gold. The tax on the land is ten, and the transaction tax is not collected."

"Is this high tax still not high?!" The old ladies and old eyes widened their eyes.

The taxation right of the holy stone continent is decentralized to the lord, and the name can be configured by itself. It only needs to be paid to the upper level according to the territory of the territory, that is, the principal country.

This has led to considerable rights in the territory and a high demand for the lord's ability to operate.

After all, there have been many cases in which the leader’s wool has not been able to develop into the territory, and as a result, even the lord can’t do it after losing the land.

The settlement tax proposed by the night is a new tax.

But people are hoping to get more and more people. He can do it well. If you want to settle down, you have to pay a gold coin first.

are you crazy!

Have to pay for the right to live? Is this a hurry?

And this field tax is even more inhuman, what is the concept of ten pumping nine?

When you plant a kilogram of wheat, you have to hand over 900 kilograms. You can only have one hundred pounds left. The more you plant, the more you pay. The question is how many old and old legs can they grow?

"You are even more jealous than stone mink! You are a vampire, a skeleton! You and you are not afraid of being condemned by this?" An old man pointed at the night and snarled.

Shi Dagang has also paid a heavy tax to raise his own age, but people are good at the title deeds. People can live at least. The tax law that is set up at night is simply to kill people.

"I can't afford to live here, I don't tie you up, don't let me go, and then I don't even accept the transaction tax. It's already very kind." The night shrugged.

The general territorial transaction tax is the big one, but he is the opposite, but the villagers can not understand.

Can't afford to settle down, they have a fart to trade?

"Good!"

The old man who seemed to be the leader was so angry that he looked at Weng Ling.

"Do you mean this by the lord of Weng?"

Weng Ling glanced at the face of the face of the night, biting his lips and nodding his head.

"His words are my words!"

"Hey! One of the hills! It seems that when I was a child, you were a white-eyed wolf, and he did not say anything wrong. An illegitimate woman actually..."

Hey!

In the night, I took out the long sword and bounced my sword with a slight sigh of relief: "If you don't speak, you will say less, unless you don't want to talk anymore!"

The old man was shocked to see the swaying long sword, and he quickly waved his wooden stick to the person behind him.

"What are you waiting for, pay the settlement tax? Go!"

"Small song, are you leaving?" Weng Ling suddenly called out to a woman in the crowd.

It turned out that Xiaoqu was also mixed in this group of people, holding the child in a look of disappointment.

"Ah, Weng... Lord, I can't afford to settle the tax, still, let's go."

"I can help you pay." Weng Ling frowned.

Xiaoquer shook his head and glanced at the old man who looked back at him and tightened his doll.

"No, no. My husband has already arrived in Tianshicheng. I am going to find him."

Weng Ling sighed: "Well, I am free to come and play with me."

After the group of villagers had finished walking, Weng Ling glanced at the empty streets around him, and was silent.

The territory is big, but people are still a few of them.

"Do not worry, here will soon come again ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After three nights, I waved a group of Goblin and started to turn over the wheat fields that have been harvested. Plow up and prepare for planting in the coming year.

Since the title deeds were carried out after the harvest, they would try to eliminate the hatred of the residents who were forced to move, but he did not care.

Is it too much for ten pumping nine?

My Goblin has no snoring for ten strokes!

The improved wheat cultivation is very simple. Throw it into the ground and cover the thin soil with water. Just wait for it to germinate and you will naturally mature.

However, this output will be correspondingly reduced, but with the help of the senior farmer Weng Ling, this problem is no longer a problem.

The area of ​​Baiyan Village can be very large, and it can't be completed at night. So he waved and called Sha Wencheng.

"Go, go to the mining area to see!"

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