802: Chapter 49: Even the Landlord’s House Has No Surplus Grain 802: Chapter 49: Even the Landlord’s House Has No Surplus Grain Li Yu…
This na sounds quite literary, giving the impression of soone well-versed in poetry and painting, with a fondness for calligraphy and art.
It’s not surprising to have a tax officer in Sun Family Town, as there are plenty of officials in the Imperial City.
It’s just that this person doesn’t give Wang Yunxiao a very good impression.
A bit like a human.
To be precise, compared to the local natives, he brings a sense of realism from the Real World.
This feeling is hard to describe in specific terms, just like popular online influencers in modern mobile apps; the unsuspecting onlookers can’t see anything off, but once you’ve used the creator’s background features, you get a clear idea about those beauty filters and such.
Shi Hu is not the leader of the caravan, so this tax officer specifically ca to see Wang Yunxiao.
This indicates that not only has the economic system been established here, but also the intelligence system is up and running.
This left Wang Yunxiao increasingly puzzled…
When did you all develop like this?
The last ti I was here, it wasn’t this exaggerated.
How long has it been anyway?
“May I ask, Mr.
Li, how should I pay this tax?”
“Oh, please don’t call ‘sir’; I’m just soone doing my job.”
Li Yu answered cheerfully, “As for being a tax officer, it’s not much different from begging.
Our environnt here used to be quite harsh, and we’ve only recently made so progress.
If you feel it’s relatively stable living here, perhaps you might donate so resources as a contribution to the community; if not, then forget about it.”
“If you decide to donate, I’ll register your contribution, and in the future, when we build a grand temple, a plaque will be erected to commorate the benevolent contributors’ nas and deeds.”
Curious, Wang Yunxiao asked, “What kind of grand temple are you building?
What Immortal will it honor?”
“It’s a Mountain God Temple, naturally devoted to our local Mountain God.”
“Could you tell about this Mountain God?”
“Haha, it’s normal for guests not to know about our Mountain God.
Even we don’t know much ourselves, only that the Mountain God’s na is Chu Jiang, and they protect the local land and water, that’s all.”
“You all don’t even know?”
“‘A dream of a butterfly becos a butterfly dream,’ the world is full of illusions—why must one understand everything so clearly?”
It sounded so reasonable that Wang Yunxiao montarily didn’t know how to refute it.
After all, this could be considered the Netherworld, a Dreamland—anything but the Real World.
Why think about it so clearly?
Once a person begins to think, the dream ends.
Once a dream ends, people from the Real World can return to reality.
But what happens to those in the dream?
If there is any underlying logic in the Thousand-Year Dynasty World, it would probably be—don’t overthink things.
This is not a place where nitpickers can survive.
“Can I donate any amount?
There’s no set standard?”
“In principle, it’s two catties of grains per person; it can also be converted into money or other items.
Less than that and I won’t record it.”
Honestly, the principle is quite lenient; however, Wang Yunxiao was still curious: “How much money can a catty of grain be converted to, in those banknotes issued by the Heaven and Earth Bank?”
“Two thousand five with incense, forty thousand without.”
Oh jeez, no wonder it’s issued by the Heaven and Earth Bank.
“What does ‘with incense’ an?”
“It ans brought down through burning.”
Li Yu patiently explained, “If you didn’t bring cash, you can burn it after returning ho, writing my na, and I’ll receive it here.
Burning over a hundred thousand in one go allows you to open an account at the bank for free.”
“Then where can I buy such banknotes after going back?”
“Many funeral shops in Tiann City sell them, but beware of counterfeit marks; we don’t accept fake money.”
Wang Yunxiao took out a few colorful banknotes and tentatively asked, “Do you accept this money?”
“We accept colorful banknotes, silver coins, gold beads, Buddhist treasures—we take them all.”
Li Yu laughed and reached out, making it awkward for Wang Yunxiao to put the money back, so he handed it over.
So people might think not giving money is a kind of humorous survival wisdom, but this issue cannot be judged when sitting on different sides.
However, as a big brother, Wang Yunxiao couldn’t lose face like that.
No matter how long the person talked with you, answering every question with a consistently good attitude.
Even on Nanshi Main Street, if soone gave such a monologue, you’d have to pay.
After paying, Li Yu’s service attitude imdiately escalated to another level.
“May I ask for your na, so I can record it in the registry?”
“Wang Yunxiao, Tiger Head Wang, Cloud’s Yun, Lofty’s Xiao.”
“Alright, I’ve recorded it here.
Mr.
Wang Yunxiao contributed a donation of five dollars and seventy-two cents…”
Why does it sound so awkward?
“Forget it, don’t record it.
I prefer doing good deeds anonymously.”
“I could convert it to Nether Banknotes for you…”
“No thanks!”
“Then I’ll just note your na.”
Li Yu’s attitude was very relaxed—give money and everything’s fine.
Seeing how accommodating Li Yu was, Wang Yunxiao decided to take advantage of the situation, handing over two more dollars and asking, “I wanted to inquire about two matters.
One is the navy stationed here; do you happen to know where they are?”
“Navy?”
Li Yu was montarily confused, then realized and said, “Oh, you an the group that arrived in town a few days ago.
I don’t know if they’re the navy, but they look like soldiers.
If you want to find them, I can take you there right now.
What’s the other thing?”
“Is there soone in charge around here?
I an, soone who can make decisions; perhaps you call them the mayor or sothing?”
“How serious of a matter are we talking about?
Tell first, and if I can’t handle it, I’ll consult with the Mountain God.”
It turns out that as a tax officer, you also handle other affairs besides collecting taxes?
But on second thought, it makes sense—expecting local people to do much is unrealistic.
It’s good enough if they understand their own lives clearly.
Don’t be fooled by Shi Hu’s seemingly sharp deanor; he’s just knowledgeable about his section of work.
Beyond his duties as palace guard, he’s no different from an artificial fool.
Wang Yunxiao considered for a mont and whispered, “I wanted to ask, can we settle a group of refugees here?”
“Listen to you, everyone in town is a refugee.”
“This group of refugees is different.”
“They’re alive?”
“More or less.”
Li Yu frowned and pondered for a while, spreading his hands and saying, “We have plenty of space here, with new refugees settling every day.
The conditions are what they are, and whether they’re suitable, you’ll have to feel out for yourself.
If they’re alive, the main concern will be securing necessities like food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.”
“To be honest, the conditions here are harsh, with no extra food supplies available.”
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