Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 1386: Tough taxes are tougher than tigers

When Lin Sanjiu slowly opened her eyes, there was someone right in front of her nose, staring at her without blinking.

There were many white eyeballs on that person's face, each with a little bit of black floating on it, standing close in front of her, as if they were still rising and falling with his breathing.

When she was horrified, she also realized that they could not belong to the same person - before the shock even climbed onto her cheeks, she quickly suppressed her expression and was on the verge of gasping for air. Stopped the car in time.

...She accidentally fell asleep.

Lin Sanjiu stood up slowly and as expressionlessly as possible, watching the elephant trunk sweep twice before finally retreating. She had always thought that elephants looked very gentle and stable, but when she saw the huge gray face covered with human eyes, she felt her stomach shrinking.

Looking back, she found that the gift bag was leaning next to her, and she fell asleep due to fatigue. Not far behind the elephant, there were three or two companions who were also awake, looking at her with tired faces. The elephant was so close to her just now, but they could only watch and couldn't say anything. Fortunately, after a few hours, they have figured out a rule: as long as they do not "recognize" the existence of elephants, then elephants will not hurt people.

She glanced at the timer. Only four hours had passed since the start of farming and searching. However, no one expected that they would be so tired after the game actually started - those who farmed have truly experienced the heavy burden of cultivating farmland with their own hands; those who searched for exits , it was as if he had really gone on a long journey and had consumed a lot of energy. Even Han Suiping, who had been lying down to recuperate, seemed to have suffered the loss of physical strength brought by the passage of time. Tortured by the endless pain in his chest, he finally fell asleep.

The three people who were sent to search were all resting at the other end of the room. Among them, Lu Hua was leaning on the cement trough, moving his head little by little, as if he was about to fall asleep. Sibaan was sitting under a wall, panting slightly. The few strands of blond hair hanging from his forehead were all darkened by sweat. He walked the same distance as the other two, and seemed to be equally tired and strenuous. It seemed that this room would not spare him a favor just because of his superior combat prowess.

"Didn't you find the exit?" Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but ask even though he knew they wouldn't have such good luck. Currently, one-third of the floor and an arm-high wall are covered with white marks scratched by them with sharp instruments such as knife tips.

Sbaan shook his head. He was obviously too tired to speak. He paused, but still comforted her in a hoarse voice: "As long as I'm here, you can get out."

Lin Sanjiu sighed and nodded. She turned around and called "gift bag", but Ji Shanqing was still asleep and didn't know who was going on. When she wanted to call again, she couldn't bear it. This child was so tired. She really wanted him to sleep a little longer - but as long as the farmers did not work for a moment, there would be no production in the fields.

"Horst, Nuyue," she simply woke up the other two farmers first, "wake up, it's time to work."

Although it is already one o'clock in the afternoon, the farmers have actually cultivated for less than four hours, so each person has only received three food balls. After deducting the unknown amount of tax, they will not even be able to farm tomorrow. Basic survival cannot be guaranteed, and there is really no luxury for continuing to take a nap.

After Lin Sanjiu finally woke up Li Bao, he rubbed his eyes and picked up the small **** again. Everyone had just rested for a while, which was considered a waste of time. After a few words of conversation, everyone resumed their work.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, the farm tools in the gift package first broke down.

Lu Hua dodged the elephant and moved half of the room. His face turned pale from exhaustion. It seemed that it would be impossible to go back and continue searching today. But even though she was tired, when she took over the farm tools, her expression was not heavy at all, but seemed a bit brisk. While using the small toy-like tools for repairs, she asked: "You haven't paid the tax yet, so there's nothing you can do." Will you pay me?"

"We can agree on a price," Ji Shanqing replied, "I will give it to you after paying the tax. How much do you charge?"

Lu Hua lowered his head and thought for a while without saying a word. When she spoke, she said hesitantly: "...200 calories."

So far, each farmer has only received four food **** in total. Even the data body gift package, which he always wanted to get, became reluctant after hearing this. "Half?"

"That's what I think," Lu Hua hurriedly defended. "You worked for four hours before the first farm tool damage occurred. If the probability of damage is only once every four hours, then you have a day. After eight hours of work, I can only repair farm tools twice... The minimum is 300 calories, and I have to pay tax. Add it all up, isn't four **** a day the most basic? Calculating it this way, every time I charge It has to be at least two balls."

"Or you can charge no fees. We will directly provide you with food **** every day, which will save you the tax..." Host on the side suddenly interjected.

"No, this is tax evasion." Jian Sheng raised a hand and waved at them through the elephant: "I still have to deduct it from you."

"You can also deliberately charge less tax, and we can share the food **** saved." Nuyue also joined the conversation, looked at Siba'an, and said, "I know... you are going to do something. Inspection. But if the inspector can spare the taxman, we only have to pay the minimum food **** - what's wrong?"

Sibaan lowered his eyelids, just shook his head slightly and said, "No."

"Why?"

"You have tax collectors to supervise you, the tax collectors have me to supervise you, everyone has someone to supervise you..." He said in a low voice, "Don't you understand?"

Everyone fell silent. If it were the elephant itself that was supervising the inspector...this method would naturally be impossible.

Lu Hua's request is indeed reasonable and reasonable, and this is the only thing he can do now. Fortunately, the time to repair farm tools was very short, and Ji Shanqing did not delay his return to continue farming. After he worked for a while, Chao Jiansheng asked: "When will you come to collect taxes?"

If the taxes are collected early, they can eat food **** early to replenish their energy. When each food ball was produced, it was wrapped in paper with 100 calories written on it; because they had not paid taxes, they could not even open the paper package, but this stopped everyone from eating pre-tax or resisting the tax. Thoughts of handing over.

Jian Sheng just learned the lesson of reed painting, and while searching, he slowly moved closer to the farmland - after the taxman collected the tax, he went to the trough at the other end of the room to pay the tax. It was a very heavy challenge for his physical strength. At this time, he raised his head when he heard this, smiled bitterly and said, "I think it would be better for me to wait until after five o'clock."

It sounds like he can decide when to collect taxes.

Just when Lin Sanjiu thought of this, Ji Shanqing suddenly took a breath of cold air and asked in a loud voice: "It can't be 25%, right?"

When she was still 25% confused about what it was, Jian Sheng nodded a little awkwardly, squeezed out of the small gap next to the elephant's legs without looking away, and was panting when he spoke: "You...you guessed it so quickly."

"What's going on?" She turned around and asked.

"Sister, we started farming at around nine o'clock," Ji Shanqing replied with a calm face. "By five o'clock, everyone's output happened to be eight food balls. Naturally, we He hopes to pay taxes as soon as there is output, so that he can replenish his physical strength immediately; but due to the tax collector's physical limitations, he cannot frequently run into the tax point. He must decide the appropriate time based on the circumstances of both parties. Come to collect taxes..."

When he said this, he sighed.

"Eight of us need 3 food **** per day for each of us to survive. In other words, the four farmers must produce a minimum of 24 food **** in total. Taking this into account, the taxman must ensure that we return the food **** after collecting the tax. Food **** with a minimum survival limit will not starve to death before the next tax collection. In other words, from the time we farm for six hours to the earliest tax collection time he decides, the output during this period is actually It's a tax. He came to collect the tax when we produced 32 balls, which means the tax is eight balls, which is exactly 25% of each person's income."

Several farmers silently calculated their accounts in their minds, and Horst was the first to shout: "Is this tax collection or slave exploitation?"

Jian Sheng was too tired to refute or explain. He just gasped and said, "There is nothing I can do."

"However, this is because we are companions and we have agreed to share the food balls..." Ji Shanqing frowned and said: "If it were a group of strangers, the tax collector would not expect the farmers to give him Serve food balls. ~IndoMTL.com~ So...where does the taxman's daily income come from? Is it a share of the tax?"

Jian Sheng glanced at him and seemed to be convinced by his quick thinking. "The instructions don't let me reveal the information," he smiled weakly, "I think you already know about it."

Ji Shanqing sighed. "You and the inspector must be able to get a share of the tax. This is better than having the farmers provide all the supplies to you after the tax..."

The remaining farmers looked at each other and were speechless. After they each took out two food balls, Ji Shanqing gave Lu Hua two more. Jian Sheng immediately took out the taxman's tool and cut half of Lu Hua's food ball, and then took it with him The taxes slowly trudged back.

In addition to the necessities required for survival, it is also necessary to ensure that everyone takes in enough calories for work; counting the number of food **** everyone needs to consume, the farmers know that today's work is far from done.

During this period of time, Sibaan had been knocking at the other end of the room, looking for an exit; it was not until Jian Sheng was about to reach the edge of the cement trough that he strode over and opened Jian Sheng's backpack to check. After a while, he poured eight and a half food **** into the cement trough.

Just as Lin Sanjiu vaguely expected, the elephant seemed to have heard the signal, turned around and slowly walked towards the cement trough. One look showed that it could not wait to eat.

Everyone stopped and stared at it. Amidst the heavy footsteps of the elephant, Ji Shanqing quietly came up to her and called her in a low voice: "Sister."

"What's wrong?"

Exhaustion fell on his face like dust, even his clear eyes were obscured.

"I'm afraid that this game will become... ugly."