Chapter 24 The times are calling
"There are many men in heaven, and they are all brothers; there are many women in heaven, and they are all sisters. The world is all one family, Father, Lord, Emperor, and God. In heaven, no one is selfish. If everything belongs to the Lord, then the Lord will use it. , everyone in heaven, everything is peaceful, everyone enjoys everything, and now that I have come to this world, Heavenly Father has given me divine power to resurrect me, so that this kind of rule of heaven can be brought to earth!"< br>
"Behold, the Father's tabernacle is with men. He will be with them, and they will be His people; and the Father Himself will be with them, and be their Father!"
Cardoso was a little shaken. He looked at the young man in front of him, felt the perseverance on his face, and had to admit that he was moved.
Feudal exploitation is like a big mountain, oppressing everyone in the village. Even though Cardoso's family is slightly wealthy, they will only suffer more when they are extorted. When they think of working all day long, they will be taken away from them for nothing. Many, the anger in their hearts will only grow stronger.
And when a saint, a powerful man, a man who called Christ Jesus his brother, stood in front of him and described to him a future in which "there will be no errands, no food, and everyone will live happily", Cardoso unconsciously licked his lips. Lower lip.
A beautiful blueprint seems to be unfolding before our eyes. This may be the mission of the Holy Religion in the new millennium and the call of the times.
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Sunny days, moist breezes, and the unique fragrance of flowers at the transition between spring and summer. Ahmed likes this land. He has a deep and irreplaceable love for this land that has given birth to wealth.
It is this rich, beautiful land full of wild vitality that has brought him endless wealth for generations to enjoy.
It is the farmers who live on this land who use their sweat, blood, flesh, and bones to nourish the farmland and ensure a bumper harvest every year.
It was those Crusader feudal lords who came from afar and brought not only tax contracts but also new peasants for him to eat alive.
As a tax collector who has served the lord of Transjordan for generations, he swore that he was actually a Jerusalem Frank for a long time. There were only slight differences in beliefs with the lord, but this in no way affected his undying "absolute loyalty" to the lord. .
In life, friends often ask Ahmed: "This lord has transferred taxes to the 21st century after more than 800 years. The farmers have become poor. How can there be any oil and water to squeeze out?"
Ahmed smiled and replied: "Wealth is like water in a sponge. As long as you squeeze, there will always be some."
He also successfully demonstrated the correctness of his words by combining theory with practice time and time again, and became a great taxation theorist.
The same is true today...
In a farmer's home, Ahmed sat on a bench and rubbed the sheep excrement on the soles of his boots with the clothes of the farmer kneeling in front of him.
When he walked into the farmer's house earlier, he accidentally stepped on those things, which really ruined his good mood since the early morning.
But no matter what your mood is, you still have to do business.
After the friction was almost done, Ahmed asked the farmer to take off his boots, and then said coldly: "Isaac, it's time to pay taxes!"
The farmer hurriedly took the soldiers behind Ahmed to the earthen house where he stacked grain. After counting, he packed 40% of the inventory into a carriage and took it to the granary not far away.
Then, the farmer rummaged through all the rooms in the house, took out some coins from some nook and cranny, knelt on the ground, held them in his hands, raised them above his head, and handed them to Ahmed. This money was the wealth he accumulated from borrowing money from landlords or handicraft workshops, working cheaply at the landlords' houses or handicraft workshops, and working hard for half a year. "My lord...my lord, this is this year's poll tax."
Looking at the shiny and golden gold dinar in the pile of currency, which was enough to make many people dizzy, Ahmed licked his lips and took out the handful of dirhams mixed with gold dinars. The silver coins were collected and pocketed after counting.
Then he said: "No, I remember your family is composed of five people, your parents, your husband and wife, and your children, but the money you have here seems to be only half of what you should pay..."
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"That, that was last year, my parents just passed away this year..."
"Dead? Where is the evidence?"
"My mother was buried in the back mountain, and my father...he...he was washed away by the flood, and the body was not...unable to be found." The farmer said incoherently.
"Oh...that's it. Then how do I know if your father is dead or not? Maybe you hid the old man because you thought I was coming to collect taxes! How could two old men die at once in one year? Such a good thing!”
Following Ahmed's words, the soldier behind him pulled out the sword from his waist and put it on the farmer's neck. The farmer was sweating.
However, Ahmed was not satisfied with this. He continued to say calmly: "There is one more thing. It is time to return the four sheep I lent you the year before last. Of course, according to the original agreement, you have to return eight to me." Head, after all, this sheep can also give birth to lambs..."
Farmers are like sponges, and wealth is like the water in a sponge. As long as you squeeze it out, there will eventually be some. If you can't squeeze it out, then grinding it with a stone will eventually squeeze out the blood and water.
After finishing the work for this family, the tax collection in this village is over.
And just as he was counting how many gold dinars of excellent quality he had scratched out, a follower ran over from outside the village in a panic and whispered something into his ear.
"What?! The farmers who are not afraid of my nephew are no longer ordinary farmers. They must punch hard! Attack with an iron fist"
"But according to Master Faisal, that Frank is very good at fighting. He knocked down three of them with two punches. I'm afraid that's not true..."
"Can you fight?! How can you fight!" Ahmed, who was fat and strong, waved his fist fiercely.
"Two fists are hard to beat with four hands. Call all the private soldiers in the family! I don't believe that one person can fight ten of them!" As a family of tax collectors from all over the country, the Ahmed family He is quite invested in cultivating his own military force. He can produce at least 10 fully armed heavy infantry sergeants, as well as many accompanying light infantrymen.
This power is enough to destroy some ordinary villages and kill all the farmers from top to bottom.
After all, although the lord can send knights to suppress the peasant rebellion, water can't quench the thirst. He can't trouble the lord with everything. Doesn't that look very incompetent? Do you want him as a tax collector to be of any use?
"Leave those rebel gangsters alone and watch me send soldiers to send them to heaven one by one!"
Thank you very much for reading. Dear adoptive fathers, please do not keep books during the new book period! Thanks again!
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