Fulu Rubik's Cube

Chapter 837 The Covenant
Flame Red Silkworm has been the chief of the tribe since he was 20 years old, and was later robbed of the position of chief by Lang Hu for 30 years. He has experienced many ups and downs along the way.

At this moment, after listening to Zhang Ke's narration, she clearly realized that the system of public ownership of tribal resources might not be able to continue.

Without Zhang Ke's explanation, the tribal people might have the idea of ​​privately owning their personal belongings, but they may not dare to take this step.

But Zhang Ke's exposition of the "scholar, farmer, businessman" class directly points out one thing.

That is, this path has already been carried out in other realms, and it has been implemented so far.

In this way, if he still forces the tribal resources to be shared, he will definitely stand on the opposite side with the vast majority of tribal people.

Some things are like seeds, when they germinate, even a boulder and thick soil can't stop it from growing.

Thinking of this, Flame Red Silkworm secretly sighed.

It is said that it is a public property of the tribe, but in fact, I am afraid that I am the one who regards the resources of the tribe, including the clansmen, as private property!

Since this is the case for myself, why should I stop others?
"Layman, I have decided that starting today, all resources of the tribe will be returned to individuals, and the public ownership system will be abolished starting today."

Zhang Ke shook his head and said:

"This is a bit of an overkill, and things in the world are not either one or the other.

Public ownership has the advantages of public ownership, and private ownership has the advantages of private ownership.

As a mature social group, what you have to do is to be inclusive, to take the best and discard the dross. "

Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Zhang Ke continued:
"Private goods can be assigned to individuals, but the tribe must have sufficient public resources to promote the development of the tribe.

For example, if a clansman was injured or killed during a stone bear hunt, how would his family survive?
If all resources are privately owned, then who will take care of these people.

Therefore, I'm going to propose a new concept for you. "

Zhang Ke looked at the flame red silkworm and said:

"tax!"

Flame Red Silkworm and everyone present were moved.

They heard this word from Zhang Ke's words just now, but they didn't understand what it meant. Now they should listen to Zhang Ke's explanation carefully.

"The so-called 'taxation' refers to the collection of land, labor and other objects by the tribal rulers from the tribesmen.

Later, it evolved into collecting military service and military supplies according to Dingkou, which is called "Fu", and collecting property according to land and industrial and commercial operations is called "tax".

This initiative is to accumulate public resources, maintain the daily operation of the tribe and promote the development of the tribe. "

Flaming Red Silkworm is keenly aware that the measure of 'taxation' may bring immeasurable benefits to the tribe.

She couldn't help being very excited, but at the same time she had some doubts.

"Layman, since the resources are returned to the individual's private ownership, I am afraid that the tribe will not agree to hand over what belongs to them?"

Zhang Ke smiled and said:

"It depends on what you do with the collected 'taxes'.

If you attribute these resources to yourself, then the people of the tribe are of course unwilling to pay 'taxes', but if you use this part of the proceeds to improve the lives of the tribe, it will be different.

In general, it is not to fool anyone as a fool, but to tell the tribe with practical actions what the tribe has done with these 'taxes'. "

Flame Red Silkworm felt embarrassed for a while, she really thought so in her heart just now.

"But what if the tribe doesn't want to hand it in?"

Some things cannot be accomplished by self-consciousness, and there are always people who are unwilling to pay.

Zhang Ke casually said:

"Since the tribe shields you from the wind and rain, you have to pay something in return.

If you don't want to pay taxes, then please leave the tribe. "

Flaming Red Silkworm's eyes lit up, which was a good reason.

The human race belongs to the bottom of the food chain in this world, and they must live in groups to survive in such a difficult and dangerous world.

In this case, I am not afraid that the clansmen will not submit obediently. Maybe even if the 'tax' is more, then...
Zhang Ke saw the calculations in the flame red silkworm's mind at a glance, and warned coldly:
"'Taxation' is the most important public resource of a tribe, but it is a double-edged sword. If it is not handled properly, it will bring disaster to the tribe and the ruler.

I personally think that the system of 'thirty taxes and one' is a relatively appropriate ratio. "

Although it is a personal opinion, there is no negotiable meaning in Zhang Ke's words.

He would not have proposed the measure of 'taxation' if it were not for the large amount of resources needed to support future development.

Of course, in the actual implementation, we can use the method of raising first and then suppressing to eliminate the dissatisfaction of tribal people.

Thinking about it, after being the patriarch for so long, Flame Red Silkworm should not lack this bit of wisdom.

And the reason why Zhang Ke gave "Thirty Taxes One" is to confirm the bottom line.

Flame Red Silkworm and the others left Zhongfeng Cave full of enthusiasm.

There are too many gains from this trip, and they need to understand and digest them well.

When leaving, Zhang Ke made a request.

That is to establish one hundred schools within the tribe.

There are three things at home, let's start with the tight ones!
The reason why this request is made now is because the tribesmen wanted to build houses to survive the cold winter, and this is a matter of life, which should be put first.

Due to the height of the human race in this world, the houses must be built high enough and large enough, so 40 people cannot gather together.

Row upon row of houses are built around the five peaks of Xiawan.

The outermost area is still densely packed with tall bushes as a barrier.

Before the weather had completely cooled down, the clansmen systematically felled trees and boulders every day, and these materials were also used to build the outer barrier.

The suggestion given by Zhang Ke is to distribute one hundred schools evenly throughout the tribe, so as to facilitate the learning of the children in the tribe.

After the school is established, he will personally build a magic circle connecting each other.

This 'battle between Dao and Demon' will last for 400 years, and the first 200 years are the most precious time for development and growth.

It is impossible to quickly grow the tribe by relying on these illiterate primitive people whose ideas have solidified.

He is going to replicate the policy of establishing the "Congenital Unity of the Southern Sect", still starting from the two aspects of "encouraging childbirth" and "compulsory education", and cultivating talents from the next generation of the tribe.

What he needs now is to leave enough time for the next generation to grow up, and this window period will be spent by Flame Red Silkworm.

After seeing off Yan Hongcan and the others, Zhang Ke randomly found a cave to live in.

Taking advantage of the fact that it will take some time for the establishment of the school, he has to sort out the various knowledge and practice methods that need to be taught.

This time, in the 'Battle of Dao and Demons', all outsiders cannot directly participate, and can only support the tribe in the war as a guide.

Zhang Ke can now be said to have had a very good start.

Sufficient population resources will play a vital role in this future war.

If Zhang Ke hadn't worried that these enslaved human races would be affected in the battle between the cultivators and the 'Heavenly Demon', and used his supernatural powers to save them, there wouldn't be so many people for him to use today.

'One drink and one peck, could it be pre-determined', the things in the world are really strange!
'Wuxiangfeng' is [-] miles away to the east.

A human tribe was wiped out.

The thatched huts were on fire, and under the terrible cold wind of winter, the sky was full of flames, mixed with screams one after another.

Akira, in a black dress, stood on the top of one of the tallest thatched huts in flames, laughing loudly.

Under the reflection of the fire, Akira looked like a fiery demon from hell.

Aqiluo's forehead is covered with purple vine-like patterns, which are extremely eye-catching against the white face and blood-red sandalwood mouth.

At this moment, she was holding a beating stone heart in her hand.

That's what she's here for.

Innate Spirit: Heart of the Earth

A special treasure that can improve the physique of living things.

After admiring it for a moment, 'Aqiluo' turned into a ball of purple fire and fell to the ground.

"Puff--!"

More than 2000 human races wearing leather armor and with big arms and round waists knelt down on one knee in an instant. The shining weapons in their hands were inserted into their sides, and their heads, which would not be lowered even if they died in battle, all drooped down.

The woman in front of them is the only person they fear and care about.

For her, this group of bravest humans dared to fight the gods to the death.

One of the strongest male humans in front shouted loudly:
"Ye Mo worships my lord!"

"Meet my lord!"

More than 2000 people echoed in unison, and a huge sound resounded around.

Akira's charming voice sounded.

"Get up!"

"Well!"

Many powerful human races promised in unison, and stood up neatly with a 'shua', revealing hideous faces engraved with strange spirit patterns.

Yemo got up and said respectfully:
"Master, this tribe seems to be different from the previous ones.

Not only did they not live in caves, but they also had metal weapons and separate fighting teams. In order to kill this tribe of less than 3000 people, the tribe lost no less than 400 people. "

Beside him, a two-foot-long black square flag was planted in the ground, with a skull pattern painted in blood on the flag.

At this time, the flag fluttered in the bitter cold wind, and the skull opened and closed its teeth as if it was alive under the shaking of the flag.

Aqiluo laughed 'giggle'.

"There are always some who are different, and given enough time this tribe might become the most powerful tribe around.

It's a pity that they were unlucky and met me.

With this 'Heart of the Earth', your body can be strengthened again, and then even Juluo will crawl to my feet.

Hahaha~!Hahaha~! "

Yemo turned his head and looked around at the scene of corpses everywhere and flames burning into the sky.

Some worried:

"Master! Didn't this 'Battle of Dao Gods' mean that they were not allowed to fight each other in the first 200 years?
We have destroyed six human tribes and three monster gathering places, will it cause us trouble. "

As he spoke, he involuntarily looked up at the sky.

The phantom of the [Qi Ban] covering the sky and the sun is shaking in the sky with golden characters flashing.

Aqiluo's smile faded, and she looked up fearfully.

"It doesn't matter, Jiuluo has a treasure [Unequal Edict] bestowed by the 'divine master'. As long as you leave your real name in it, you can deceive that treasure to a certain extent."

She didn't dare to say the word "Qi Ban" directly, for fear of being tracked down by Da Neng under the pretext of being followed.

After a short pause, he said with some hesitation:
"However, in order to ensure safety, let's stop killing two more tribes. In the next 200 years, I will make you the most powerful warriors in this world."

The "Lihun Mountain" clan in front of her is the most powerful among the several tribes she has cultivated for hundreds of years. If she is damaged, it will definitely affect her chances of winning in the "Battle of Dao Gods" in the future.

Hearing Aqiluo's words, Yemo and many other clansmen couldn't help showing a little bit of terrifying smile on their faces covered with spirit patterns.

And tens of thousands of miles away in the other direction.

On both sides of a river covered with golden sand under the sunlight.

Zhenjun Mingxin and the bearded Zhenjun Yanyun stood in mid-air above the Jinhe River.

At this moment, both of them had bitter expressions on their faces.

They also did not expect that the tribes supporting each other were only separated by a river.

Because the caves in this world are very shielded from the exploration of spiritual thoughts, and this world is still in the primitive period, even if they are Yuanshen Zhenjun, they will not be able to obtain sufficient information.

It was only when the two of them left the imprints of the true spirits in the 【Qi Ban】 that they discovered each other through their auras, which led to the current embarrassing situation.

Both of them understand that not only the 200-year development in the early stage is crucial, but also the expansion after 200 years without constraints is also important if they want to win a first-line chance in the future "Battle of Dao and Demon".

But the tribe supported by the two faces each other across the river, which will inevitably lead to a war in the future.

This is not good news for the duo.

The two agreed to meet here today just to find a way to resolve this matter.

Both Zhenjun Mingxin and Zhenjun Yanyun did not ride the clouds, but stood suspended in the middle of this Baizhang river that traverses east and west.

On the river bank behind the two, hundreds of people looked at each other solemnly.

The winter sun was very warm, but it couldn't dispel the restlessness in their hearts.

The two met from Chenshi to three quarters past noon, but no one spoke first and remained silent.

Zhenjun Mingxin's spiritual sense probed out a little, and found that the human race of the Jinhe tribe had shown signs of impatience.

He sighed in his heart, after all, he had been in this tribe for too short a time and had not yet established enough prestige, so this matter could not be delayed.

After thinking about it, Zhenjun Mingxin arched his hands together.

"Fellow Daoist Yanyun, it's not an option to continue like this.

I have a word, I wonder if friends would like to hear it? "

Zhenjun Yanyun also heaved a sigh of relief, if Zhenjun Mingxin didn't speak, he would not be able to hold on anymore.

"Oh~! I would like to hear more about it!"

Master Mingxin pondered for a while, and said slowly:

"Actually, you and I both know that this 'battle between dao and demons' is mostly just a make up for me.

The 'Heavenly Demon' is powerful, and it came 600 years earlier than me. It has already taken advantage of the right time, place, and people. Depending on you and me, even if we join hands, we may not be its opponent.

I don't know if you can agree with this statement? "

Zhenjun Yanyun nodded and said:
"Fellow Daoist is right."

Master Ming Xin let out an 'hmm' and continued:
"If practitioners have the chance to fight against the 'Heavenly Demon' this time around, the only one who has set up the [Leave Banner] is Feihong Zhenjun.

After all, he proposed this matter on his own initiative. If he was not sure, he would not have acted like this. "

Mingxin was talking about praising Zhenjun Feihong, but Zhang Ke's figure suddenly flashed in his mind for some reason.

Zhenjun Yanyun nodded again and said:
"Yes, I thought so too."

Zhenjun Mingxin let out a sigh of relief, as long as Zhenjun Yanyun is not the kind of stubborn person.

Immediately said:

"My original intention is to grow the Jinhe tribe as much as possible, and after 200 years, I will choose the practitioner who has the best chance of winning to help them succeed.

I don't know what your plan is for this war? "

Master Yanyun smiled 'haha'.

"Should it be said that heroes see the same thing or that you and I think the same thing.

That's what I thought too. With my little ability, I can't win a fight, but it's still possible to beat the side drums and be a cheering pawn. "

Master Mingxin smiled generously.

"Since this is the case, there is no need to divide life and death between you and me.

How about this, you and I have developed independently in the past 200 years, and after 200 years, how about betting on a battle with the tribes we support?
If you win, I will make the Horde serve your Horde! "

Zhenjun Yanyun shouted:

"Okay! Have fun! According to fellow daoists! If the tribe of fellow daoists wins the bet, my tribe will also serve you."

After the two finished speaking, Qi Qi solemnly bowed to each other.

This is considered a contract.

Then the two turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)