What is the concept of 80% of the share being handed over?

The basic crop of Panshizhai is wheat. The host is an unreliable otaku. To put it bluntly, it is a lazy person who thinks about life in silence. In fact, it is a lazy person who is not diligent in all limbs. Of course, people who have never done farm work cannot know the specific yield in the fields. Tianhao can only judge according to relevant information from the civilized era: the yield per mu of wheat was about 500 to 900 kilograms. The news also revealed prominent figures of more than 3,000 kilograms per mu. But even if the higher value is taken, based on the amazing appetite of the villagers in Panshizhai, at least 40 to 50% of the grain output in that year must be reserved to barely survive.

If 80% of the grain output in the village will be paid in accordance with Fusong's requirements, the people in Panshi Village will not be able to survive the winter.

The flames were burning with firewood, like a red devil, luring the ferocity and anger of these people gathered by the fire pit from the deepest part of their hearts. Tianhao saw Yonggang's face filled with anger that he had never seen before, and the old priest's expression looked a little tired, and there was an indescribable sense of emptiness, which was obviously mixed with anger and strong pain, and were slowly tearing apart and crushing those most beautiful qualities.

"...Asong, you can't do this...can't do this..." The old priest murmured in a hoarse voice. He had not given up yet, and was making the final effort.

Yonggang clenched his hands into fists, and his teeth that were biting tightly suddenly loosened: "Why? According to your approach, the remaining little food is not enough to eat. Do you want everyone in the village to starve to death?"

"You don't understand." Fusong tried hard to release the fanatical brilliance like fire in his eyes: "You don't understand. I want to pay tribute to the king, and I want to worship our best things to the patriarch. He will see my loyalty, and he will know that there is a small village like us on the remote beach. He will also give me a surname... Do you understand? A true surname! A surname that only nobles can get!"

The old priest and Yonggang were stunned. Even the calm Tianhao couldn't help but open his lips slightly and slowly inhale a breath of air conditioning.

Last name?

Fusong has no surname, he only has his name. If he wants to become "Niu Fusong", he needs to be recognized by at least the tribe's patriarch and issue documents to publicly use the rewarded surname.

The barbarians with surnames are all nobles.

Fusong's last sentence activated the memory of the host in Tianhao's mind. He had heard of similar things: many years ago, a leader of a village located in the east handed over most of the grain produced in that year to the tribe, so he was appreciated by the clan leader and was given a surname. Just the second week after the announcement was issued, the brutal leader's family was killed by the villagers in the village, leaving no one left. The hungry people even gnawed the bones of the dead. When the tribe learned the news, reinforcements were sent, and the whole village had fled, and the place became deserted.

People in the civilized era could never understand the barbarians' desire for surnames. Even though Fusong sat at the high position of the leader of the village, in the eyes of the nobles, he was still just an ordinary civilian or even a pariah.

"I know what you think." Fusong swept across the world with a confident and fierce look, and exuded a powerful and powerful voice: "There are so many deer buried under the snow piles in the valley, and the monsters in the sea have also been killed. We have many ways to get food. Don't worry! No one will starve to death next winter, otherwise I will not do a human exchange business with Qinglongzhai."

What he said is reasonable and well-founded.

The old priest stood up slowly without any nostalgia, and walked towards the door with his footsteps. Tianhao quickly jumped up and quickly walked to the side to support his arm. There was no warmth between the skinny palms, only the hardness and coldness that was unique to the old man.

When he left the door, he walked in the snow and looked at the wooden houses with orange light in the distance. The old priest's black eyes were filled with pain and anger. He whispered: "Fusong is a liar, he lied to us. When he declared so much food share this year, Yonggang and I disagreed. But in the end, we were both convinced by him."

Tianhao was very calm, his tone was as cold as the night wind: "With the first time, there will definitely be a second time, and there will be a third time, and the fourth time..."

"Fusong did not get what he wanted from the king, nor did he get the surname he gave." The old priest was deeply guilty in his heart, and he grabbed Tianhao's hand tightly: "He didn't understand at all that there were too few people in our village. How large acres could a mere 200 people cultivate? How much grain can this land be produced? The total amount of basic amount is small, and it is useless even if the amount you pay is high. The number of people in the entire Leiniu tribe is as many as hundreds of thousands. With the eyes of the king, how could he care about the things that everyone in a small village kept slack off and handed over?"

Tianhao didn't say anything, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect the old priest to have such insights. Just like the tax payments of enterprises in the civilized era, large enterprises such as "Tencent" and "Huawei" paid at least 100 million yuan. In contrast, a small restaurant and a small supermarket in a remote suburb county, even if they gritted their teeth and stomped their feet to pay all their operating income, compared with the former, they were not even considered a mosquito leg.

"The leader doesn't understand this truth." Tianhao said to the point: "Not to say 80%, even if all the grain produced in the village will be handed over next year, the king may not give him a surname."

The old priest closed his eyes in pain and stood still: "...you are right."

However, Tianhao's next words immediately made the old priest feel the chill and fear that penetrated his bone marrow: "If he cannot achieve his goal, he will continue to do so. In the following year, the amount of remittance will become 90%, or even higher."

The old priest fell into a long silence. Until Tianhao helped him to send him to the door of his wooden house, the elderly man did not make any sound from beginning to end. But as he watched him hunched over and slowly walk into the house, the last ray of flames from the house was completely sealed, and some of the surroundings were shrouded in darkness again, Tianhao knew that he had planted a thorn in the old priest's heart. It would grow rapidly over time and turn into a sharp spear that was enough to kill people.

Fusong once said a very important thing: He is the leader, and everything in Panshi Village is decided by him alone.

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In the early morning, Tianhao and Tiankuang left the village early.

Fusong was impatient. He couldn't wait for a second to get his surname. He made the application documents overnight and urged Tianhao to go on the road.

Walking on the snow is very hard, but I can't walk much far in a day. The two brothers were mentally prepared for this, and their skin was filled with frozen meat, which was enough to consume back and forth.

According to the customs of the northern barbarians, the leader of a clan can be called kings. For example, the leader of the Niu tribe calls himself "King of Niu". Going down, the leaders of each tribe affiliated with the Niu tribe are the clan leaders. Leijiao City where the Leiniu tribe is located is about ten days away from Panshi Village, which requires several small villages and the larger Red Tie City.

It is almost impossible to sleep in the wild in such weather. No matter how late it is, Tianhao and Tiankuang must cheer up and walk to the next village to seek accommodation. The cost is very simple, just use frozen meat to offset it.

The barbarians also have three types of currency: gold, silver and copper, and the same value is one hundred times the same order. Among them, gold coins are the highest value and are quite rare on the market. Most commonly used by ordinary people are silver coins and copper coins.

When leaving the village, the old priest sent Tianhao a small money bag sewn with animal skin. There was a silver coin and more than thirty copper coins. Usually, living in the village, without spending money, it would be different if you came out, and you had to carry money on your body.

After several consecutive days of seeking accommodation in different villages, all local villagers refused to accept metal currency. In their opinion, hard frozen meat is more reliable than shiny metal discs.

Chiti City has a tall city wall and is guarded by fully armed soldiers at the gate. No certificate is required, and its tall and strong body and yellow skin are the signs of passage. The two brothers walked into the wide and huge city gate and were both shocked by the inner landscape of the city.

In the civilized era, Chiti City was just a small county with a population of about 50,000. The buildings here are made of wood and brick. This shows that the northern barbarians are actually not as backward as Tianhao thought. It is just that Panshi Village is located in a remote area and has little contact with other barbarian cities, so many things are unfamiliar.

I found a hotel to stay. Tianhao looked at the two beds made of bricks in the room and couldn't help but feel a little funny. The room was arranged similar to the "standard room" in the civilized era. The bed was covered with animal skins, and it was probably a burning kang, which was warm and comfortable.

There is money available here, and the value is very strong: staying in such a room for one night is just two copper coins.

The hotel owner is a middle-aged woman with a plump figure. Her skin is very white. Through the thick leather robe, you can see the red shirt she is wearing inside. The style is not much different from that of the civilization era, but she cannot reach out to touch it. Tianhao cannot tell whether the texture is hemp or cotton.

She is very good at doing business, and the restaurant next to the hotel. After a day, the two brothers were really hungry. Tianhao ordered two big bowls of stewed meat, and more than a dozen pancakes. When he was in the mouth, he tasted the familiar pork flavor. The meat was stewed very hard, and it was fat and thin. The chopsticks pulled out a little garlic from the bottom of the bowl. The sauce was probably made of soybeans. Sprinkle with bright red dried peppers, and the pancakes were broken into small pieces and stuffed into their mouths. Tianhao, who had eaten barbecue and broth for many days, finally felt relieved and felt that the world was not as terrifying as he had originally imagined.
Chapter completed!