The term "New Deal" is not unfamiliar to Jacques. At the beginning, I often heard people mention it in Musai Harbor, but it was more of an encouragement of nobles to invest in the development of mines, smelting steel, opening wool mills, cotton mills, etc.

Sending tax officials to directly collect taxes on the Sioux was actually one of the new policies in recent years. Jacques felt that it seemed to violate the agreement between the former emperor and the Sioux. After all, Sioux autonomy was the condition for their surrender and joining the empire, and the emperor at that time agreed.

Well, it seems normal for the emperor to go back on his word.

At the dinner table a few days ago, the leader of the caravan, Dad Joseph, did not say that the top green tea produced by the Kingdom of Light in his hand might become increasingly scarce. It is said that the trade negotiations between the imperial capital and the Kingdom of Light were broken, and the trade between the two sides might be cut off.

Isn’t trade with the Kingdom of Light also a condition for the signing of a ceasefire by Emperor Xizar?

The Kingdom of Light is no longer trading, who will sell the food in southern Castia?

Does the trade interruption mean that the two sides have entered a state of war again?

While thinking about it, the team had already walked across the Six-Mile Stone Bridge and came to the low city gate.

In front of the city gate, Jacques and others were warmly welcomed, which made them a little flattered.

If the welcome crowd was not a bunch of ragged beggars, Fabian might have used this matter as a topic of discussion to prove his great charm at a certain aristocratic cocktail party.

But the beggars who were rushing in front of the horse at this time could not highlight his charm.

Jacques looked at the white fox. The Sioux member who lived on the tribe on the edge of the desert was also confused at the moment. Looking at the beggars' appearance and clothing, he was sure that they were his tribe members, but why did he not come to Chidilan City for two years and his compatriots had already started begging for the outsiders passing by. What about the pride of being the Sioux?

These ordinary people who are not extraordinary people say in vague imperial words: "Master, be good, give me some food."

There was also a weak woman trying to lift the same thin child and ask Jacques and others if they were willing to buy it.

Seeing that the guide White Fox was also at a loss, Jacques had to take out his purse and scatter all the banknotes in Rifles behind the crowd.

After using paper money to attract the begging crowds, the horse team can finally speed up leaving the place of right and wrong.

Lily, beside Jacques, looked back at the crowd of people scrambling for banknotes from time to time. When the beggars fisted and frowned at each other in order to fight for banknotes, she stared at Jacques angrily, trying to blame him, but she didn't know what to say.

Jacques saw her thoughts and said, "We were just here and took Martin and the others. They were surrounded by a group of beggars at the city gate for a long time. I was afraid that something would happen, so I used this method to let them leave us quickly.

Next time I do good deeds, I will send the money to the people who need it most and retain some dignity for them."

Lily also felt that she hated Jacques' condescending attitude when she immediately threw money to the beggar. When she saw the little man, she quickly admitted her mistake and smiled.

——He always knows what I am thinking.

Along the way, everyone found more people with no eyes, squatting or lying on the side of the road. Some were holding empty tin cans, while others held cardboard with words. Unfortunately, they did not recognize the Sioux characters.

It makes people feel that this is a declining city. It is hard to believe that this is the city of Qidilan, which the White Fox is proud of. Even the White Fox himself is very surprised. It’s not that I don’t understand, the world is changing rapidly.

Under the guidance of the depressed white fox, the horse team finally checked in the hotel.

The decoration style of the entire hotel is the traditional style of the Sioux people, and the room is clean and clean. However, out of curiosity, Jacques put down his luggage and ran to the lobby to chat with the hotel owner.

——Lily takes a long time to take a shower anyway.

The hotel owner is a very old man. As a rare extraordinary man among the indigenous people, he just portrays his age on his face, but his waist is straight.

The hotel owner had a very powerful name and exiled to Iron Fist. After a few words of conversation, Jacques called him "Iron Fist Old Man".

"Grandpa Iron Fist, I don't understand. Isn't the Sioux common to every small tribe?" Jacques asked the questions from the city gate to the present.

Exile iron fist replied:

"The great chief of Zidilan has long distributed tribal property unfairly, and now only some small tribes in remote areas are still distributing equally. What is written in your empire's books should have been changed long ago.

Since the chief ‘Glorious Wolf Warrior’ surrender to the empire, the taxes we Sioux have to pay have been increasing, and finally after paying the tax, the whole tribe went hungry together.

Later, in order to stimulate the brothers in the clan to work hard, the successor of the "Glorious Wolf Warrior" "Manniu" distributed the land on the lakeshore to each male. Then, the taxes of the empire were evenly distributed to each male. As long as you work hard to farm, hunt, and pay taxes, the extra output after taxes are all your own.

It has been doing this for more than fifty years, and the land on the lakeshore has long been divided. The man born later can only inherit his father's land or go further to open up the land. He finally managed to make everyone survive.

Look at me, I don’t even have land. I worked as a mercenary when I was young, saved some money, and paid taxes by opening a hotel. There are more and more people like me."

Jacques wondered. It sounded like the Sioux abandoned tradition and learned the lifestyle of the country. In theory, life should be getting better and better.

"Grandfather Iron Fist, are those beggars because they can't get a place?"

Exile fist shook his head and explained:

"That's because tax officials and tax teams have arrived in recent years. In addition to the cap tax, we also have to pay trade and agricultural tax. If we don't pay, we will be locked in prison and confiscated our property tax.

You just said that you met beggars at the city gate. Most of them were poor people who were tortured by tax officials to destroy their families.

They knew that you businessmen from the empire were rich, so they pestered you to beg. If they weren't able to survive, who would be willing to beg?

We Sioux people only charge taxes on males, disabled, teenagers, elderly, and women. But those people even had to collect taxes on laundry shops run by widows. The "Blue and Chicken Rat" who helped me wash the sheets in the hotel and the laundry shop run by her daughter just closed down because the tax was too high.

I invited them to the store to work as a laundryman and paid much higher wages than before. But now it is hard for everyone. Maybe one day my hotel will not be able to open. Then I will be so old that I can't let go of my old bones and go to beg for a while. Go to the lake and return to the embrace of the lake god."

The hotel owner exiled Iron Fist and said sadly. Jacques thought, if you are satisfied with your stay, you should pay a few more silver coins to laundry when you leave.
Chapter completed!