In April of that year,
Allan I gave an order.
The people called it a replacement order.
He announced to the world,
It was said that before this, the Church of God occupied more than a third of the land in Lushite, and it was the most fertile and good farmland.
The remaining two levels added up,
They only occupied less than two-thirds of the mediocre and inferior barren land.
I am merciful. Feeling that the livelihood of the people was not easy, I allowed the landowners to take their barren land,
To replace the fertile land under the name of the Church.
Who didn't know,
That the Church of the Church of the Church occupied a large amount of fertile land and wealth?
It was just that in the past, they could not covet it.
Originally, when the Church fell..,
Everyone was looking forward to it. Now that the Emperor's order was given..,
It was even more of a national sensation.
In front of the palace hall, a long line was formed. The nobles, especially many of the fallen nobles..,
Didn't even care about their dignity and dragged their families to register.
The registrar was only a third-rank affairs officer, but the noble who used to be high and mighty smiled in front of him:
"We want to register the replacement of land."
"The Eiffel family. Please report your title and the land area of your original fief. Then go next door to pay. "
Count Eiffel was stunned for a moment. "This? Pay? "
The registrar explained meticulously, "His Majesty has ordered,
For the sake of fairness..,
To prevent some people from replacing the good with the bad,
In order to exchange for more fertile land. Therefore, before the exchange, His Majesty must send people to the local area to verify the land area and level of your fief,
According to the yield per mu, it will be divided into ten levels,
For subsequent exchange. "
"Land level? Level 10? His Majesty, this is? "
The registrar pointed at the notice posted at the side. "I'm sorry,
I'm busy registering,
Please take a look at the details yourself. "
The Count's family looked at each other and couldn't help but look at each other:
It turned out that there were conditions to exchange land.
The Emperor divided Luster's land into ten levels according to the yield per mu. The lowest level of land was level 10 barren land that basically did not produce any yield. And the exchange between different levels of land was subject to taxes.
Taxes were collected according to the level difference.
In other words, if they used the lowest level 10 land to exchange for the highest level 1 land, they would have to pay a large amount of tax to the Emperor.
On the other hand, if it was a land swap of the same level, or a land swap that was only one or two levels lower, then the tax would be much lower.
When Count Eiffel saw this, he did not even have the time to indulge in his dream of using shoddy goods to evade taxes before he saw the following explanation:
In order to prevent shoddy goods from being passed off as quality goods, His Majesty will send people to inspect the ground.
Only those who registered as inspectors could participate in the next step of the replacement.
There was nothing strange about this request. However, His Majesty said that this was all for the sake of fairness, and the labor and losses of manpower and carriages could not be borne by the royal family, so he had to collect a tax.
At the bottom, there was even a considerate sticker stating the amount of tax collected: According to the reported area of the land, the tax will be collected.
After reading this announcement, the Count's family, who had been in dire straits for a long time, immediately felt awkward.
The Countess saw that the line was getting longer and longer. She pulled her husband's clothes and said in a low voice, "Just hand it over. Compared to land, what's so unbearable about this?"
Land! The count nodded his head with a heavy heart when he thought of the name that had been emitting the smell of soil for thousands of years.
Count Eiffel's family was not the only family who had made a decision.
Most of the nobles in the line made a simple calculation in their hearts that were full of benefits and vanity, and they did not hesitate to take out this tax.
Most of the robes in full swing had their names on Allan I's booklet. They had been jealous of the Church's fertile land for a long time.
Within a few days, Bona frequently had people riding horses out of the city. With Bona as the core, they scattered in all directions around Luster. They were all people sent by the Emperor to inspect the ground.
When Lin Daiyu was free, she would also quietly sit in the coffee shop's basement under cover. She saw that there were a lot fewer people in the coffee shop.
She asked Ernest, "What is everyone doing? I don't think even Craymont is here. "
Ernest shrugged and told her, "A large number of affairs officers under Allan I have turned out in full force and rushed to all parts of the country. Many of our families here are the families of affairs officers who work in the palace or the government office. Their families have been busy for a long time. Hey, it must be to call all the people who can be used to help. Is there a better helper than one's own son, nephew, nephew, brother? "
"Craymont, he is the Empress's cousin, and a talented student who came back from a foreign country. He has long been recruited by his cousin-in-law. "
"Oh!" Daiyu remembered that this group of people was still a revolutionary party, and even had a large number of relations with the royal family. For a moment, she was surprised.
After the surprise, she frowned slightly for a moment.
"What's the matter?" Ernest asked.
She just shook her head and said nothing.
For a long time after that, the upper class in the city was filled with an anxious and excited atmosphere.
A few months later, the first group of affairs officers to inspect the ground returned to Bona from all over the country.
Under the eyes of the public, the first batch of land replacement began.
The first to register, pay the tax, and complete the inspection of the nobles began to apply for land replacement.
For a while, Bona was like boiling water.
It was said that because many nobles applied for a piece of fertile land at the same time, they did not give in to each other. The wise emperor even came up with the idea of an auction. After several nobles paid the difference tax for the replacement, they competed fairly. With the emperor as the host, they began to bid, and finally, the highest bidder won.
These new events were discussed up and down, and Lin Daiyu only listened in her ears. She had her own busy things. The first battle was waiting for her to fight, and the second was just the beginning of her novel.
Since she wrote "A Thousand Years of Wrong-On the Three Unifications", it was as if she had pierced the sky. Classical playwrights swarmed up and condemned her.
She was not afraid of such a posture. In terms of writing war, when she was in the Central Plains, she fought a lot with the group of scholars.
The only thing she was worried about was the novel.
Her pen had always been raised for the sake of her heart.
When she first came to Luster, in order to make a living, she studied the folk customs and deliberately suppressed most of her writing skills to cater to the local gentry people.
Now, the success of the play had brought her a lot of wealth. As long as she did not indulge in wine and women, she could live comfortably.
Therefore, if she wanted to pick up her old pen and do her old business again, she could write something she wanted to write.
Because she thought about the deep disaster of tariffs that the maid had mentioned, and the people were suffering from prices, she wanted to write, but she could not find the material.
Just as he was feeling depressed, he read two pieces of news in the newspaper:
One was that a businessman committed suicide in a certain parish.
The second was that the farmers on the outskirts of Bona had rioted.
Inspiration came in torrents, and she wanted to know the specific facts of the two news.
Hathaway was so busy that she had long forgotten about the fact that she was an unimportant writer.
She had to ask for help from the well-informed basement of the coffee shop.
As a university student, Ernest was often free, so he agreed without hesitation.
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