Hearing the bard's words, the villagers' eyes lit up:
"Yes, we can move!"
"But... moving will cost a lot of money, right?"
"You are stupid! Now that you are exempt from land tax for the first two years after moving there, you will almost get your money back! And you will enjoy a low tax of one-tenth for life. If you don't go, I will!"
"I'll go too! No matter what, I'll fight hard for a better tomorrow!"
"Let's go together, is there anyone else going?"
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The villagers began to discuss loudly.
Many people have already made arrangements to move together in a few days and move to the Youn area.
Old man Romney was also flushed with excitement at this time. He touched Rogge's elbow: "Hey, man! I have also decided to move to Yoen City. Do you want to come with us?"
"I...forget it." Rogge shook his head hesitantly: "I have lived in the village for 48 years, and I feel that I can't live without this land. And I don't think a rural place like Jon is suitable.
suit me."
"It's up to you." Old Romney raised his eyebrows: "You have to think about it yourself! Now Baron Skrang will take away almost half of the food you produce, and he will boss you around.
If you are willing to stay and continue to endure his exploitation, then you can stay!
Anyway, I will take my sons and daughters to the city of Yohn. Paying taxes for your kind Highness is 100 times better than that disgusting Baron!"
Rogge was not persuaded by old man Romney, and spread his hands, his face still calm.
Old man Romney found that he had nothing in common with Rogge, so he ignored him and started chatting enthusiastically with other villagers who were willing to move.
Rogge stayed at the entrance of the village for a while, observing what was happening around him.
After a while, he quietly withdrew from the crowd, picked up the farm tools thrown on the ground and returned home.
After returning home, his wife was making pancakes in the kitchen, and his youngest son had just come back from playing and was covered in mud.
If it were normal, Rogge would definitely scold his playful little son.
But today he didn't.
He put down the farm tools, then turned and left the house.
The moment he closed the door, he seemed to hear his wife's call and his son's voice, but he couldn't care less.
He strode out resolutely.
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He turned left and right in the village, and after a long circle, he came to the most luxurious house in the center of the village - the residence of Baron Sklon.
"What are you doing?" Two neatly dressed guards at the door stopped Rogge.
"Please tell me, Lord Baron, that I am Rogge, a farmer in the village. I have something very important to report!"
Rogge's face was sinking now. After a fierce inner struggle, he decided to tell the baron about this and become a "traitor".
Winning the baron's reward was secondary. The main reason was that he was afraid that everyone would move away.
If everyone has moved away and the village is deserted, what's the point of living?
In order to allow everyone to stay, he decided to inform the Baron about the matter and ask the Baron to come forward and ask everyone to stay.
These two guards knew Rogge. After all, the village was so big that it was difficult to look up and down, and Rogge was indeed a very honest person.
So the guards looked at each other, and one of the guards said: "Stay still, I will go in and inform the Baron to see if he is willing to see you."
"Please." Rogge saluted the guard.
Then he stood at the door and began to wait patiently.
A few minutes later, the guard came out with a smile on his face: "My Lord Baron would like to see you, come with me."
"Okay, thank you!" Rogge hunched over and carefully followed the guard's footsteps into the yard.
In the hall of the residence, Roger met Baron Skron.
Baron Skrone is a middle-aged man, slightly stout, wearing a blue aristocratic dress, and he looks calm and intimidating.
The baron picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, then looked at the farmer in front of him: "What do you want from me? If you want to lower taxes, then it goes without saying."
"That's not the case." Rogge quickly knelt down and said, "Lord Baron, I was at the entrance of the village just now..."
Rogge told Baron Skrone everything he had just heard.
Baron Scran was in a good mood because he was going to town to attend a dinner hosted by Viscount Henry Moore in the evening.
After hearing Rogge's words, his face immediately became clouded.
"This is rebellion!" The baron was furious and wanted to throw the cup in his hand to the ground.
But considering that the cup in his hand was porcelain that he bought for a few gold coins, he didn't take action again.
"Where is the evil bard?" asked the baron.
This hateful bard actually dares to poach his corner? If all the farmers are poached? Who will he collect taxes from? How can he support a large family?
This kind of rule-breaking scum must be eradicated!
Rogge had never seen such an angry Baron, and was startled: "I don't know, he should still be on the grain pile at the entrance of the village."
Baron Skron ignored Rogge and said to the two guards around him: "Crann, Kurt, organize all your hands, and let's go together to arrest the bard who spreads rumors!"
"Okay, sir." The two guards replied.
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More than twenty minutes later, Baron Skron, with his 6 guards, 13 servants, and 8 ruffians, plus Rogge, more than 20 people arrived at the entrance of the village.
The entrance to the village is now crowded with people.
The villagers are enthusiastically discussing the content related to the "Land Reform Bill".
More than half of the villagers want to move collectively, while a small number of villagers want to wait and see. Everyone has different ideas.
But at this moment, the baron and his men broke in violently.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
The guards roughly pushed away the surrounding villagers.
The villagers had all seen the brutality of Baron Sklon, and they quickly hid on both sides to make way for this group of thugs.
Baron Skron doesn't care about anyone else. As a bronze-level archer, although he hasn't participated in a battle for many years, he still has some knowledge.
He raised his hand and aimed an arrow at the bard standing on the grain pile.
The feather arrow burst out with green light in mid-air, and countless tough vines grew out, tying the helpless bard in place.
This is his famous stunt - [Restraint Shooting].
"Lord Baron, what are you doing?" The bard was frightened, not expecting that the baron was coming to target him.
The baron ignored the bard and shouted to the other farmers present:
"This bard is a minion of the devil! He spreads rumors maliciously! In fact, there is no "Land Act" at all. He said this to deceive you into leaving the village and then let the devil eat your souls! Don't be fooled by his rumors.
Chapter completed!