Looking at the reputation growth to four decimal places, Levi frowned and fell into deep thought.

If he found a way to upgrade quickly in the beginning when he was in the Suns, it is now obvious that he has fallen into a misunderstanding.

Reputation: A name that is highly regarded and expected by the public.

This reputation must be big, but it must also be positive.

With Levi's killing method, he is destined to have no positive reputation, just like in the sun.

Public opinion is completely controlled by the upper class, and he only kills those who are rich and powerful in the upper class. In the end, he may only end up with a reputation as a "murderer" and will have no reputation at all.

As for the slight increase, Levi suspected that the people in Hongzi Village and several other villages under the charge of this tax collector were grateful to him.

But if you think about it carefully, there are quite a few people in those villages, several thousand at most, but they have not yet allowed his progress to break through 1.

This inevitably leads to another question: if a person's reputation is quantified into a number, then how much reputation can each of these farmers below be quantified?

After thinking about this, Levi didn't just sit there.

Instead, he walked out and planned to do an experiment himself.

He walked around Ganguo Village twice. During the day, most farmers were working in the fields. Those who stayed at home were either women looking after their children or the elderly, the weak and the disabled.

Farmers are very poor. Unless they are the breadwinner of the family, other family members are reluctant to spend money to see a doctor if they fall ill.

Those who are older and can no longer work basically suffer from minor illnesses and wait to die from serious illnesses.

In Ganguo Village alone, a small village with only dozens of households, there are three people lying at home sick and waiting to die.

Levi pushed open the door of one of the houses.

The rest of the family, including the children, had gone to work in the fields, leaving only an elderly man in his 40s lying on the bed, looking emaciated and coughing constantly.

The room smelled terrible, a mixture of mold and urine.

Hearing the sound at the door, the old man on the bed turned around in confusion and looked at the figure who walked in with his back to the light.

Levi didn't waste any words. He took out a stack of money from his pocket, about ten thousand each, and placed it on the old man's bedside.

"Zhao Wei asked me to send this money to you for your medical treatment."

There was no surprise in the old man's numb and turbid eyes, but rather some fear.

"Zhao Zhaowei? Which master is he? Does he have a crush on anyone in our family?"

"Zhao Wei is not a master, he is a murderer. He just killed a tax collector in the city yesterday and robbed his family of money. He has no interest in the money and can't spend it, so he asked me to give it to other people in need."

The old man obviously didn't dare to believe what he said. He had suffered so much in his life that he had never had any illusions about pie falling from the sky.

But after seeing Levi finish his words, put the money on his bedside, patted it and turned away, no matter how suspicious he was, he was now only excited.

He stretched out his trembling hand and touched the rough surface of the banknote. The real texture made him realize clearly that he was not dreaming.

"Cough cough cough"

He was coughing violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs, but his face was full of smiles.

"My grandson has candy to eat! My daughter-in-law can change into new clothes! My son can have a day off."

He smiled with tears on his face.

Levi put the money down and left, then looked at the player information after he went out.

【Reputation: 0.7243/100】

Now Levi can be sure that a person’s reputation is quantified to 0.0001!

If he wants to raise his reputation to the maximum level of 100, he will need at least 1 million people.

If he had to rely on sending money one by one to accumulate reputation, Levi would be exhausted to death! Of course, he could also really ask someone to help him send the money to every farmer.

But this is not only extremely conspicuous, but also requires the coordination of a lot of manpower.

The farmers in Zhulan are not like the laborers in Taiyang. In order to facilitate the management of the laborers, the group of big factory owners in Yaoguang allowed Yu Guang to establish a labor union for unified management.

The farmers gathered together in the form of villages. There were as many as four or five hundred villages of various sizes in Zhulan, all of which were the property and tenants of the 72 landlords in Lanting.

Each landlord remotely controlled the village chief through the tax collector to manage several or dozens of villages. If Levi organized people to distribute money, he would not be able to avoid them at all.

Or in other words, reputation can actually be represented?

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Thinking of this, Levi prepared to make another attempt.

He found the home of the village chief of Ganguo Village.

The village chief would live a slightly better life than the average farmer, but only slightly better. They also have to farm, work, and pay taxes. They are also responsible for managing and counting the output of the entire village and assisting the tax collector in collecting taxes.

The chief of Ganguo Village was smoking at home.

He was supposed to go to the fields today, but he was no longer in the mood.

Yesterday, the tax collector in charge of several villages next door was killed and his entire family was killed. This was not their village's business, but this morning he got the news from the tax collector in charge of their village that the landlords in Lanting decided to increase taxes this year! Damn landlords want to increase taxes! Farmers are considered private property of those landlords. Even if they are not human beings, they will not increase taxes to death in order to protect their property.

The tax collector is different. He only cares about collecting taxes and making money. He doesn't care about the lives of others! The pig-like tax collector was obviously scared after seeing his colleagues being killed. He wanted to make money this year and run away tomorrow!

But even if he guessed the reason, the village chief could do nothing. The tax collector was the boss in the villages below, unless the landlords above wanted to take action.

The village chief looked worried as he pulled his messy, dirt-covered hair and looked at the account book showing the harvests of each household in the village this year. If the tax was really increased, at least half of the people in Ganguo Village would starve to death next year! He slumped in his chair, feeling confused.

Knowing they were going to starve to death, what could they do? Escape? Where to? Resist? They would die, too. If their wives and children were caught, the consequences would be worse than death.

Or just endure it numbly like this?

Just as he was thinking about this problem that seemed like he would never be able to figure out, the door of his house that was originally ajar was pushed open from the outside.

The village raised its head and looked at the young man whom it had never seen before.

"You, who are you looking for?"

“I heard some women in the village say that taxes will be increased next year, but the village simply can’t afford that much?”

"right"

"Will this be enough to cover the extra taxes?"

Levi placed a gold bar he brought from the sun in front of the village chief.

(End of this chapter)