Looking at the cheering serfs in front of him, Thorne''s mood was very complicated.

    Although a trace of nobility and glory rose in his heart, he was really worried that Arthur''s kindness would turn these scattered serfs into a group of unruly wild horses.

    When dealing with serfs, he always believed that the Lord''s greatest kindness and wisdom was to fill them with food.

    The count is too impulsive. How happy these serfs are now and how angry they may be in the future.

    Some reins, once taken off, are difficult to add.

    "Quiet! Quiet!"

    "Be quiet and listen to Lord Thorne!

    In the shouting of several bodyguards and farm managers, the serfs finally calmed down and stared at Thorne excitedly.

    After spreading out the paper with tax exemption and looking around the people, Thorne said loudly: "according to the order of the Earl of lingfengbao and Lord Arthur tustra, I Thorne ger hereby announce that the following taxes will be abolished!"

    "Article 1 - forest land tax!"

    "Article 2 - marriage tax!"

    "Article 3 - permitted tax!"

    "Article 4..."

    "Roar!!!"

    When Thorne said the fourth, the serfs could not help cheering again.

    They thought one or two would be good, but Thorne read the third, even the fourth!

    When the crowd was quiet again, Thorne went on to read the fifth!

    Cheers rang out again, and many women even covered their mouths and cried excitedly.

    But the surprise is far from over.

    In the cheers, Thorne then read article 6 and Article 7... Until the end, a total of 11 taxes or fees were exempted!

    When Thorne announced the end, the joy of the people had been difficult to control. Many people even grabbed their hair and shouted.

    "Long live your Lord!"

    "Long live your Lord!"

    "Long live the count!"

    ......

    Hundreds of people shouted in unison. The noise was so loud that Thorne''s horses stepped back uneasily.

    Pulling the reins, several bodyguards stared at the cheering serfs in front of them. They never knew that these dirty and unkempt guys could break out such a momentum!

    Thorne glanced at the excited and happy faces in front of him in turn. Looking at the group of serfs waving their arms and shouting madly, a strange feeling suddenly filled his heart. He felt that the group seemed to have survived.

    "Maureen, do you hear me! Do you hear me!" Bree shook Maureen''s shoulder and grinned excitedly. "Eleven! It''s eleven! Lord Arthur exempted us from eleven taxes!"

    "Is this... Is this true?" Morin felt a little dizzy. He couldn''t believe everything in front of him.

    "Really! It''s all true! I said, Lord Arthur is the kindest and most magical nobleman! What Lord Arthur said is true!"

    Bree hugged his friend and jumped up with cheers and joy with the people around him.

    The ecstatic atmosphere is like boiling hot water. People keep cheering, hugging, jumping and yelling.

    More than ten minutes later, under the "quiet" cry of Thorne, the exhausted people gradually quieted down.

    When he said that there was something to announce, they immediately held their breath and stared at him expectantly. They all expected to say any good news from this mouth.

    "In two days, Lord Arthur will hold the first agricultural competition of Shanghe collar! Each farm will choose three best farmers to participate in the competition. The winning farm will receive ten copper coins!"

    There was no cheering this time. After Thorne announced it, the serfs began to talk one after another.

    "Knight, what is this... Better than?" a bold serf asked at the top of his voice, and immediately shrunk his neck.

    Looking at the eyes staring at him one by one, Thorne said in a deep voice, "it''s faster and better than ploughing and sowing!"

    "Those three farms, six people, that''s the way to win. There should be a rule!" a bold peasant woman smiled at Thorne.

    "Yes, sir, how can these six people win!"

    "Yes, how can I win!"

    ......

    Seeing that a woman opened her mouth first, several brave farmers asked one after another, and everyone quickly echoed.

    Thorne frowned slightly and glanced over the people in front of him. Seeing this, the noisy serfs all kept silent, all closed their mouths, shrunk their necks and looked timid.

    Thorne in armor was like an iron tower. With his rough face and a ferocious scar on his cheek, few people dared to look at him when he was silent.

    "Cough!"

    Not only did Thorne cough twice, but then he said to the crowd, "the count will also compete. Whoever beats the count will win!"

    "Ah!!"

    With their mouths growing up, the serfs subconsciously uttered a cry of surprise.

    Lord, will you compete with them!?

    Lord, do you want to plough!?

    Lord, can you plough!?

    After saying the winning request, Thorne and several bodyguards turned over and mounted the horse together, without giving everyone another chance to ask questions.

    The serfs kept their mouths open and kept their exclamation until Thorne and others beat their horses and walked away.

    This news is more shocking than tax exemption!

    Confused, confused and confused, after buzzing about the situation, everyone looked at the housekeeper of the farm.

    "Lord sangze, what''s going on?"

    "We won''t hear wrong, Lord sangze. Lord, you really want to compete with us!"

    "Yes, Lord, can you farm?"

    "If we win, will the Lord not give us tax exemption!"

    .....

    "Be quiet! Be quiet!"

    Sangze was wearing a brown robe, a blue hat and a thick white beard.

    There was a mess in his heart at the moment, but he believed he could not hear it wrong. Sir Thorne stood beside him, and he was not old enough to hear.

    In any case, please the count, and never let him be dissatisfied with me! Sonze settled his doctrine.

    Under the continuous scolding of him and his two sons, the serfs finally calmed down and stared at him for his attention.

    Looking at the crowd, sang Ze said coldly, "no matter whether the Lord will plough or not, our farm can''t win this competition!"

    "If you win, there will be ten copper coins! This will be enough for the family to eat for several days!" a woman murmured in the crowd, and everyone talked again.

    "Shut up!" Sang Ze yelled, and everyone was quiet again.

    "The count has been so kind to you. Maybe this competition is just a whim and wants to have fun. You don''t know what''s good or bad! You can afford to annoy the count! Or do you all want to make today''s affairs void?"

    "Well... What if we deliberately lose to the count and he is not happy?"

    As soon as they heard that the tax exemption might be invalid, the serfs immediately lost interest in the ten copper coins.

    Ten copper coins are good, but they are far from tax-free!

    Sang Ze frowned and paced left and right. He could neither win nor let the count find that the farmers deliberately lost to him. It was too difficult!

    People turned their eyes and looked at sangze pacing back and forth.

    "So!" stopped, and sang Ze said to the crowd, "when the competition, the people in our farm slowed down, neither too fast nor too slow. When half the competition, they pretended to twist their feet and flash their waist, and then slowed down to let the count win!"