He still doesn't know how his own tax is collected.

And this little auxiliary is very humane.

Don't bully ordinary people.

The farmers present must have been very angry, but they were not angry.

"Gozi, how do you collect this tax?" Lin Fan asked.

The dog replied: "Young master, you can collect it according to the acre of land, and one hundred and fifteen kilograms per mu."

"What?" Lin Fan was stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't understand it, and asked again, "How to accept it?"

"Go back to the young master and collect it according to the acres." said the dog.

Lin Fan was shocked.

This is higher than the violent taxes during the Qin Dynasty.

This clearly means not giving people a way out.

"Then how much is one acre of land now?" Lin Fan asked again.

"Young Master, now every acre of land is about 200 kilograms." Gouzi said. This is the tax in Youcheng, which only leaves a little for the farmers, and the rest is used as taxes.

"It's scary. This is a tax set by a bastard. This is not a chance to survive." Lin Fan cursed.

It was just when he said this.

It was not just Manager Chen who was shocked.

Even the farmers were stunned.

The gouzi hurriedly whispered in Lin Fan's ear: "Young Master, this is the tax set by the master."

"Okay, no matter who sets it, the agricultural tax is simply crazy. If you change it, you must change it. As the young master of the Lin family, I have given the new agricultural tax here."

"From today, I am not happy to harvest, only 10% of the harvest for the whole year."

Lin Fan said.

This crazy behavior must be stopped.

As a landlord, Fu'er must do something practical.

"Young Master, you must not." Manager Chen reacted and hurriedly stopped him.

This is a fatal thing.

If the master knows, then the sky will fall.

The villagers stood there in a daze.

They all looked at Lin Fan with their eyes open.

What did Mr. Lin say just now?

Lin Fan ignored Manager Chen, but looked at the sky, the earth, and spoke again, "This ghost weather is so hot, it is a drought, and the land tax will be exempted this year."

"Young Master..." Manager Chen was about to squirt blood, so he must not.

"Are you a young master or I a young master? What I said is useless? I am responsible for this matter. As far as I said, if my father disagrees, let him come to me." Lin Fan said.

Wealth and honor are in danger.

When it's time to get angry, you can't be ruthless.

A hard fight must be made.

Can you still cut my only son to death?

Plop!

It was at this moment.

The villagers all knelt down.

The village chief even knelt in front of Lin Fan, crying, "Thank you, young master, thank you."

Never studied.

I won't say too much about thanks.

But the true feelings are revealed.

No falsehood.

Lin Fan stepped forward and helped the village chief up, and said with great thought: "Village Chief, you have to farm well in the future. Whether this young master can enjoy life freely depends on you."

This sounds a bit weird.

But for the villagers, this is not the point.

"Don't worry, young master, we will definitely farm well and we will definitely pay the land tax next year."

Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction.

"Let's go back home."

Manager Chen looked at his son in despair.
Chapter completed!