leonardwarren Chapter 148 You Are Not A Good Cook
Chapter 148 You Are Not A Good Cook
What is the concept of 13 million spirit stones?
Let's put it this way, the average Foundation Building Stage monk, working hard for 200 years, can earn around 2-3 million spirit stones at most.
A Core Formation Stage monk, working hard for 500 years, can earn at most 10 million spirit stones.
And if the Foundation Building Stage monk wants to own tens of millions of property, it must be the wealth accumulated by several generations, and it is only possible for the existence of the Xiuxian family.
Therefore, a Foundation Building Stage monk like Li Changsheng who took out 13 million spirit stones with a wave of his hand is definitely a super rich man.
Therefore, it is already obvious which one is easier and cheaper to buy an official or an examiner.
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The city lord of Fengling City is named Feng Tianzong, the lord of the city, also called the prefect, belonging to the third rank, the highest local commander, with a high rank and a high level of cultivation.
At this time, in the main hall, several figures sat on the seats on both sides, and a middle-aged man with the appearance of a Confucian sat on the first seat in the middle.
"You are all the pillars of Fengling City, here are five appointment documents, you can choose."
Feng Tian glanced at the five people present and memorized their appearance, and the assistant next to him gave the city lord a list, on which were impressively written the five people's cultivation base, name, money, date and other files.
"Thank you, Lord City Master, for your kindness in cultivation, I will never forget it as an official."
The five people looked at each other and stepped forward to pick out an appointment document. Li Changsheng followed suit and took one.
Li Changsheng looked at the words "Pingdan County" written on it. This is the county he wants to manage.
At this moment, Li Changsheng was still in a trance. After spending 13 million spirit stones, he actually became the county magistrate. It was so real.
County magistrate, a senior official of the seventh rank, Li Changsheng has never been an official since he was so old, this time he can experience it.
Feng Tianzong looked at the crowd with satisfaction, and arranged five masters to wait on them.
After explaining some words about being clean and honest as an official, Fengtian even sent five people to leave.
After leaving the city lord's mansion, he had to immediately go to the territory to take up a post.
"Master Li, Xia Zhongfang, I will guide you."
Li Changsheng was accompanied by a young man who looked like a scholar. He was a scholar, a professional master, and also a monk of the Foundation Building Stage, serving the city lord.
Li Changsheng followed Zhong Xiang and walked out of the city. After leaving the city, he flew with his sword. The two of them did not bring any followers, so they took office.
Along the way, Zhong Fang talked about many rules of being a county magistrate, the purpose of which is to protect the stability of one side, and then pay enough taxes every year, and deal with some local government affairs, criminals and so on, which is very cumbersome.
Along the way, Li Changsheng learned a lot and benefited a lot. He thought in his heart that when he got to the place, he had to search for oil and water, and at least he had to get his money back.
But when he arrived at the place a few days later, Li Changsheng was stunned.
"This is Pingdan County??"
Looking at the extremely desolate land, there is only a dilapidated city wall in the distance. Inside the city wall are some simple tile-roofed houses and sloppy palaces. Half of the city wall is abandoned and collapsed.
Farther away is the field, abandoned and abandoned, discarded and discarded, weeds are overgrown, and there are crops such as good fields and rice.
"Master Li, this is Pingdan County, with a population of just over a thousand households. This is already a very good place."
Zhong Fang said respectfully at this moment.
At this moment, Li Changsheng understood that even if he bought a county magistrate, the county he would be given must be the worst, most remote and poorest place.
"How can I make money from this?" Li Changsheng complained. Hearing this, Zhong Fang next to him smiled and didn't speak.
What is the purpose of buying an official? Of course it's for profit, but what a shrewd person the city lord is, since he wants to buy an official, it's fine, so he has to do things first.
Give Dangdang the worst county first. If you do well, you can continue to work in another place.
When he arrived at the county seat, Li Changsheng walked on the street, only to see the desolation of the ground, not even a few shops, and most of them were refugees living here.
The land has long been abandoned, and the tax is too high. In order to seize the money here, the previous county magistrate put everyone in debt, drained all the people's money for the next few decades, and repaid it for a lifetime. The fertile land has gradually changed. It became a waste field, and no one did it.
Most of the county magistrates continue to honor the upper class after earning enough oil and water, and then change places to continue searching. Repeatedly, remote counties have become like this ghost.
"The new master is here, the grass people have seen the new master."
When Li Changsheng was walking on the street, he saw some people kneeling on the ground, their eyes full of awe and sustenance, which made Li Changsheng very sad.
Li Changsheng showed kind eyes and kept waving his hands to get them up. A group of ordinary soldiers in the distance also rushed over.
These are yamen soldiers, not monks. In this remote area, no Qi Refining Stage monk is willing to come here to live such a hard life as a yamen soldier.
Along the way, Li Changsheng had a complicated expression. When he arrived at the Yamen, he felt even more sad when he saw the dilapidated plaque.
There is no good money to be made in such a broken place. His 13 million spirit stones can be thrown here to build a wealthy medium-sized county.
And if you want to get 13 million spirit stones in such a poor small county, even if you give it another 500 years, you won't be able to do it.
"Zhong Fang, is this place tax-free?"
Li Changsheng took the population file records and asked.
"Inevitably, this place is remote, and every household has to pay taxes. If they fail to pay, they will have no house to live in, and no fields to grow. If they reclaim wasteland privately, they will have to pay taxes, or they will go to jail."
Zhong Fang replied.
"Then there is no appropriation?" Li Changsheng doesn't understand the twists and turns of the officialdom. He only knows that there is no so-called land tax or land tax in modern times.
The country has built hydropower, and paying cheap water and electricity bills is equivalent to paying taxes.
There is no need to hand over the grain produced by farming, but it can be sold for money. The state buys it with money, and the farmers make money. It's that simple.
"No, unless there is a severe drought or flood, but this will not happen. The city lord will send people to use magic to solve natural disasters."
"But what if these taxes don't come up?"
"This has something to do with the achievements of the adults, and it depends on how the adults accept it."
Looking at these files, Li Changsheng only felt his scalp go numb, so he should do such a mess?
Is it because you bought a county magistrate that you came to work for nothing?
In the White Tiger Empire, spiritual mines, elixirs, and herbs are all in the hands of the imperial court.
To obtain cultivation resources in the empire, being an official is the only way.
But, have you ever seen a monk go to farm? This is not nonsense.
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