The core content of the "Treaty of Torde" is actually only one sentence: "All lands acquired by the Army from outside the Western countries belong to the Republic, and the property rights belong to the Army."

This treaty is the cornerstone of the political ecology of Xinkendi Province and the source of strength for the country of galloping horses to continue to expand westward.

Therefore, if anyone wants to purchase land in the Xinkendi province, they need to first go to the army garrison in the county capital to purchase "acres".

After paying the land payment, use half of the land deed provided by the garrison to go to the town below the county, and under the supervision of the mayor and the garrison officer, the land that has not yet been sold is determined according to the number of acres under the notarization.

After the land acquisition is completed, the buyer can cultivate the land. The remaining half of the land deed will be replenished by the mayor and the garrison officer, and will be returned to the county garrison.

The land deed is confirmed, signed and stamped in the county garrison, and then continues to be sent up to the headquarters of the garrison army in the provincial capital.

The army headquarters copied the land deeds and printed them. After filing them, they would return them on the same route. They would pass through the county garrison and town office, and finally return them to the land purchaser.

In this way, the complete deed is in quadruple copy. The original is in the hands of the land buyer, the army headquarters, county garrisons, and town offices. No damage or loss will affect the certification of land ownership.

However, this process is rigorous but complicated, with the land deeds coming back and forth at least half a year and a year.

However, in the legal sense, there is no need to wait for the complete land deed to be returned. The land purchaser already owns and can control the land at his own discretion the moment the land is demarcated.

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The way the Palatu Council judges land prices is simple and crude, and only considers two factors: is the terrain hills or flat land? Is there a water source within half a kilometer?

The unit price of near-level land is high, while the unit price of far-water hills is low.

If it is a forest, the value and tax of the wood are also required.

Roads, rivers, lakes and all water bodies are the property of the army and are not sold.

The land is divided into two parts: "field surface" and "field bottom". Land buyers only own fields, and the fields bottom will not be sold.

By stratifying land property rights, land buyers can only cultivate, and all minerals hidden under the surface are still owned by the Army.

There are other limited provisions, which are all inclusive, blocking any possibility of invading the interests of the army.

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After Gillard's careful explanation, Winters understood why Mr. Benting wanted to return to Wolf Town before the others.

The simple and crude land pricing model of the Xinkendi government and the sales rules that will belong to whoever is in the first place are equivalent to shouting "If you want to buy it quickly, first come first served."

High-quality land is limited, but the people who buy land are unlimited. The county garrison sells land every year, and the good land will only decrease.

This year alone, seven manors have purchased more "acres" in their garrisons. Mr. Benting obviously set off in advance to get the land before others.

"I think that's it." Gillard spread his hands: "Now the lands of all manors are close to each other, and the surrounding areas are limited, especially the Benting family. I'm afraid Mr. Benting is also worried that others will occupy it first, so that his land will not be complete."

Gillard and Winters rode side by side at the front of the team. Without the cargo on the car, the team's speed became much faster than when they were there.

"There is no need to be so frivolous. Can't we discuss with our neighbors in advance? It seems that Mr. Benting is thinking about others as stingy as him." Winters complained about this.

Gillard said helplessly: "Mr. Benting also has difficulties. His family has many sons. And who doesn't want to connect his own land into a whole piece? It is particularly inconvenient to cultivate scattered fields. There are many such fragmented land in Hedong and Hexi villages. The villagers don't have much extra money to buy them in small pieces. In the end, the land alone is unknown how much land they occupy."

Agricultural common sense belongs to Winters's knowledge blind spot. The second lieutenant did not understand what "Tianlong" is, so Gillard had to explain it to him again.

"What about the two villages of Nanxin and Beixin?" After hearing Lao Dusak's explanation, Winters was very curious about the situation of the Protestant village with less arable land per capita.

Gillard sighed, "The two villages do not use the fields because they have few land. They just used a few stones to draw the boundaries, but there was no dispute."

"If I want to buy land, should I turn back to Hot Vordan now?" Winters asked jokingly.

"Do you want to buy land? OK!" Gillard was surprised at first, then surprised. He happily pulled the lieutenant's arm: "There is an unoccupied piece of land between my land and Dusa Village, but it is a complete piece of land, and it is also close to the river. If you think it is small, I can sell it to you some more."

Old Dusak's enthusiasm surprised Winters, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "I'm just kidding, where did I get the money to buy land."

"It's okay, I can lend it to you."

Of course Winters couldn't agree, he refused firmly, and Gillard refused to force it when he saw this.

Seeing Old Dusak's disappointed look, Winters tried to change the topic: "I feel that everyone is in a bad state and is not as vigilant as they came."

After three days in Revodantan, many coachmen, employees and Dusak were very depressed.

Many coachmen yawned, drowsy, leaned listlessly on the seat and waved their whip.

Some Dusaks have not sobered up until now and have completely lost the strength and sharpness of their coming.

Winters thought silently in his mind and found that the frequency of Dusak patrols had dropped significantly. After walking for a morning, only two riders came to the front to patrol.

"Well! The farmer hasn't seen many silver coins a year, and when he has money, he can't control his belt." Gillard became angry when he mentioned this: "That's why I kept saying no to return to Wolf Town and not be allowed to pay rewards and salaries. Unexpectedly, someone still takes what I say seriously!"

Sergei, who had been dozing off in the saddle, suddenly felt enlightened when he heard this: "Captain, you were wrong this time. He just paid the money in the county seat! He was so worried!"

"What does it mean?" Winters asked.

"How can the landlords let the tenant farmer save money?" Sergei sneered, looking very disdainful: "Will the tenant farmer save money and buy land become a self-cultivator? Who will work for the landlords? Immediately, they will start fighting with Hedman again. After the battle, there will be a large area of ​​cheap land to buy. Which tenant farmer is not thinking? Do you think they can send the money without Revodan?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Gillard's face was solemn: "Don't think too badly about everyone."

"Captain, you are not the same as them. No matter how little Dusak has land, it is still the same as Dusak. No matter how much the farmer has land, it is the farmer. Can they compete with us?" Sergei grabbed his gray forehead and said carelessly.

The old man glanced at Winters and quickly added: "Lieutenant, you are different from them. Your hands are also holding the knife handle, and their hands are all plowing."

Winters smiled. If he had been fooled with this old Dusak, he would have been pissed to death.

Gillard frowned and said, "We have to go and see what happened later. Why haven't we seen many Dusaks on patrol all morning?"

After saying that, he drove the horse and asked the convoy to leave behind.

Winters was also wondering, he gently pinched the horse's ribs and pulled the reins: "I'll go and see it too."

Mr. Mitchell almost burst into anger when he rode all the way against the direction of the convoy.

Many Dusaks were not patrolling at all, but tied the horses behind the cart and lay in the cart's box and slept soundly.

Gillard picked up a big stick as thick as a forearm and hit him when he saw the lazy Dusak.

Less than two months after arriving in Wolf Town, Winters had dealt with several fights involving Dusak. As for Dusak's beating his wife on weekdays, it was even more common to beat his son.

It was not uncommon for Dusak to use violence, but this was the first time he saw Gillard hitting someone, and he beat him so hard.

Dusak, who was full of alcohol, often screamed and woke up only after the stick fell on his body.

They were first surprised, then angry, and when they found out that the person who hit him was Gillard Pleninovich Mitchell, they became ashamed again.

Dusak, who was beaten, would get up quickly and be beaten without saying a word.

Gillard searched all the way and fought all the way, and the second lieutenant couldn't interfere.

When he found out that Pierre was also lying in the car box and was sleeping lazy, Mr. Mitchell was furious and swung his stick to hit Mr. Mitchell's head and smashed it down.

Winters was so scared that he rushed up and grabbed the wooden stick. If this stick was hit by his head, it would be a death.

But the furious Girard was simply terrifying. Winters couldn't control him for a while. Girard let go of the wooden stick and swung his fist to Pierre.

Winters could see clearly that the punch was solid and merciless, and he did not vent his strength on Pierre's face because it was his own son.

Mr. Michelle woke up in an instant, and blood spurted out of his nose. He had never seen his father look like this.

Pierre was shocked and scared: "Dad, what are you doing?"

"[Dusa swears]!" Old Dusak kept cursing, and he didn't listen in his hand. He grabbed his son's collar and beat him up on his face: "You begged me to follow the car! As a result, you follow the car like this! Do you still have some backbone? Ah?!"

"My mother hasn't hit me!" Little Dusak cried.

Winters and other Dusaks quickly separated the two, and the three Dusak men barely grabbed the furious Gillard and kicked Gillard with their feet if they couldn't reach Gillard.

Shocked, aggrieved, and scared, these emotions appeared on Pierre's face at the same time, and tears and blood flowed downwards.

Pierre covered his nose and cried, "Why do you want to beat me? I want to tell my mom!"

"I beat you to death! You are a loser!" Gillard, who was forcibly taken away, was even more angry.

After this storm, Gillard called all the Dusaks who came to follow the car together for a meeting.

"Is this your first time following a car?" Old Dusak's anger was not extinguished: "Don't you understand the rules? Is it more dangerous to go home than when I came? When we came, the goods on the car were loaded, and now the cars were loaded with money! Don't you understand?"

The Dusaks, who were usually arrogant, lowered their heads one after another, and no one dared to look at Captain Mitchell.

"From now on, I'll be very energetic." Gillard Mitchell said viciously: "Who dares to be lazy and slick, I've taken his skin!"

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When resting at night, the four-wheeled cart formed a circular fortress on a flat open space.

Fires were lit inside the carport, and the coachman and Dusaks sat around the fire to boil water, eat hot, and talked about gossip.

The dense insects were flying on the meadow, and the hands were slapped with slaps, making the scalp numb.

Someone couldn't stand the biting of mosquitoes, so he threw a few balls of wet horse manure into the fire. Blue blue smoke filled the carriage, and the annoying little insects disappeared in an instant.

However, the smoke also hindered the sight, making the people in the cart unable to see each other clearly.

Winters and Sergey, Vahika, and Pierre sat around a warm flame, and old Sergey was giving Pierre a straight nose.

"Uncle, look, he beat me too hard. If Brother Winters hadn't stopped me, he would have been beaten to death." Pierre was still worried about the daytime incident and complained: "I'm still bleeding from my nose!"

Sergei held Pierre's head with one hand and Pierre's nose with the other, and said disapprovingly: "Okay, don't blame your father. Be patient and don't move."

Pierre nodded slightly.

"I count one, two, three, and then I will start to do it." Old Sergey smacked his lips. When he only said "one", he pinched Pierre's nose bridge and tried hard.

Pierre screamed, and fell to the back, tears burst out.
To be continued...