Chapter 8: Minotaur Civil Engineering! You are trustworthy!
To the west of the hideout, relatively close to the nearby village, Rand, whip in hand, ordered the minotaurs to pile the wood in the designated location.
The minotaurs were now able to understand simple instructions, and if they didn't understand something, Rand's whip would make them understand.
The most basic thatched hut is very easy to build as long as the support is set up.
Tie the tops of the three logs together with rope and stretch them apart to form a triangle.
Divide the thatch into equal parts and tie them to the grid crossbars with ropes.
Then just put the roof on the brackets.
Since the village to be imitated is poor and has no money to make, there is no need to repair the roads, and the furniture can be placed casually. There are only two chickens in the pen.
Then drag some livestock dung onto the road to imitate the strange smell of the primitive village, and you're done.
Rand straightened his back and inspected the newly built hideout.
In order to prevent the tax collectors from bringing ritual objects to fight against pagans, it is possible that the tax collectors will bring some ritual objects requested from the church. If they really bring ritual objects, it is likely that this will be discovered to be a cult's den.
Therefore, all the people who were arranged to come disguised as villagers were bandits. They were originally ordinary villagers and were not good at being bandits at all, but they were very skilled at being villagers.
After being assigned to the position, they quickly got into their roles, some feeding the chickens and some tending the vegetable gardens.
It is not worth it to actually build a field to grow wheat like the den, but in order to ensure the atmosphere of life, some basic production facilities must be prepared.
These skilled villagers quickly made up for Rand's lack of relevant knowledge.
Rand was staying with Tanr at this time. Since that time, although he felt that the elf was strange, he didn't necessarily have any ill intentions towards him.
But if he really wants to say frankly that he doesn't avoid it because he is not afraid, then he is still afraid.
A ranger who was nearly as powerful as Taner in the first expansion pack theoretically wouldn't be an unknown person, but the elves he could only recognize the most famous ones, and he had no idea about the rest.
Now Rand hates himself very much for being a cloud player. If he had studied the game diligently at the beginning, he might have been hugging the Holy Lady of the Church on his left and the Queen of Elf on his right.
Damn it, Rand also read novels before he traveled through time. Now he envied those time travelers who were familiar with the details of the game and could run through it quickly, instead of waiting here for the tax collector to come and collect taxes.
At this time, the elf who had escaped before stood in the bushes and watched Rand from afar. He was wearing emerald green camouflage, and no one passing by could find this master of disguise in the bushes.
She gritted her teeth and stared at Rand indignantly.
She will never let this sadist go, such an evil person will definitely receive her just punishment!
But the paladin always stood not far away, so she could not find a chance to be alone with Rand and criticize him verbally.
But she was very patient and believed that as long as she kept watching, this sadist named Rand would eventually reveal a flaw.
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The noble tax collector's first target was naturally not Rand's hideout.
These occupiers could not confirm the location of Rand's hideout. If it were not for the nobles' request, the tax collectors might not be willing to come to their mountain village to see if there was any profit to be made.
Three days after Rand built the second hideout, three men riding tall horses and dressed fairly formally appeared in the nearest village to the hideout, Takina Village.
This is a large village with a population of thirty households. At least it is much larger than the den, and it grows flax and wheat.
Although it is not as tidy as the hideout, the land is flat and the houses are well-built.
There are also many normal livestock that are very rare in the den, such as some cows and horses.
Seeing the arrival of the horse riders, there was a commotion in the village for a while, and then a relatively respectable elderly man stood out.
To say that he was relatively decent meant that he only had a pair of decent boots, and the rest was no different from other villagers.
He rubbed his dry hands with some worry, bowed his head and made a half-hearted gesture to the tax collector: "Excuse me, sir, what can I do for you?"
The tax collector sitting on a tall horse threw down a sign to identify himself: "I think you are ready for this quarter's rent?"
"But, but." The middle-aged villager lowered his head, "Didn't we collect rent before?"
The tax collector ignored all this. He certainly knew that the original lord here had collected taxes once, but that didn't mean they couldn't collect it again.
After all, these villagers have not received the rent they paid last time.
As for what these villagers think, it doesn’t matter. If taxes cannot be collected and the lord is unhappy, then something real will happen.
Knowing that it was inevitable, the villager stammered twice, bent his waist even lower, and tried to argue again: "We, we really can't afford to pay another batch of rent, can we extend it for a while?"
The tax collector laughed. In his opinion, this village was still far from being drained dry. It was not his first year as a tax collector and he had seen everything. This old man was pretending to be poor, but he could not hide it from his eyes.
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"Why, do you want to go against the Lord's will?" the tax collector said, "The Lord has given the order, and there is no time to delay."
After saying this, he whipped his horse lightly, urged the horse to push aside the old villager, and entered the village with his two deputies.
This village does not seem to be very poor. At least the villagers look much healthier than the cultists before they received funding from the Paladins.
But before the war started, they had been collected rent by their original lord, and now they did not have much surplus food.
The lord is very free to collect taxes from the village, and how much to collect depends on how much the lord wants to collect.
However, generally speaking, most lords know not to exhaust all the resources, but at this time, the Lensa nobles who stayed here did not need to consider this.
If the territory is really divided after the war, the probability of this place being given to them is very low.
While the situation is still unclear, it is most profitable to plunder first. There is no need to think so far ahead about what will happen next.
The faces of the villagers who were pushed away by the horses suddenly turned gloomy.
Soon the experienced tax collector estimated the approximate amount of property remaining in the village.
He walked up to the villager wearing boots with a smile and said, "You are the village chief, right? Hurry up and prepare the things. This is the requirement for the rent this period."
As he spoke, he named his requests as if he were reading out the names of dishes, collected some in coins, and the rest in kind.
Almost 70% of all the property in the village.
By the time the tax collector had finished his report, the village chief had already knelt on the ground, begging in a low voice, and the surrounding villagers also knelt down together: "Please be merciful, we will have no way to survive like this."
If 70% is really collected, the remaining 30% will definitely not last long enough for them to wait until the next wheat harvest.
But the tax collector completely ignored it. Seeing that these villagers did not take the initiative, he just sneered and arranged for two deputies to search every house and then take away the property that was rightfully theirs as the temporary lord.
Anyway, these villagers would not dare to resist, so he didn't need to consider their opinions at all.
(End of this chapter)