In the town of Bunas, in the mayor's room, the Sheriff and the Tax Collector were both present, and the three of them were discussing things about the Down's Arms Workshop.
In the quietest town of Bunas, the biggest topic may be the Tang's weapons workshop.
The tax officer was sitting on a chair at this moment, looking at a rolled-up tax bill in his hand. He mentioned it casually, seemingly casually: "I heard that another batch of supplies was delivered from Beiling to Tang Mo's weapons workshop?"
"That's right." The Sheriff knew this because he sent someone to see the convoy from Beiling yesterday. The subordinate came back and reported that he saw dozens of large vehicles from Beiling entering Tang Mo's weapons with his own eyes. workshop.
This is almost certain that Tang Mo does have a close relationship with the Earl and has the support of the Earl.
The appearance of the convoy and the Earl's soldiers all proved one thing: Tang Mo was not bluffing, but had truly backed up the Earl's big tree and had protection from the wind and rain.
From this aspect, Tang Mo was indeed not someone they could mess with at will. At least until the earl loses power, it's best not to provoke him.
It's not that they are afraid of Tang Mo or the Earl, but they all adhere to the same creed as officials: doing more is worse than doing less. If everyone is in peace, that's a really good thing.
Sometimes things in officialdom are not as dark as imagined. Most officials actually have very clear ideas, but they are just mediocre and unwilling to do anything.
Not doing things or causing trouble sometimes does not mean accepting bribes or deliberately shielding and conniving, but just laziness and inertia. But no matter what, such ideas are actually wrong and hateful to the people under their rule.
While repairing his fingernails, the mayor asked in a long voice: "I heard that the Tang's weapons workshop is building a school recently?"
"Yes, this is indeed the case." The Sheriff obviously had a lot of ears and eyes, and nodded in reply to the Mayor.
The tax official frowned and asked displeasedly: "Are we just going to let him do whatever he wants? You know, although the laws of the Kingdom do not prohibit individuals from running schools, the management of this aspect is very..."
He has always believed that all activities under his rule should be taxed. If Tang Mo built a school privately, he would naturally have to pay! If he doesn't hand it over, he is guilty.
The mayor understood it very well and said directly: "You know, individuals are not prohibited from running schools because the Cyric Consortium also has schools. However, everyone knows this kind of thing. Cyric is not prohibited from running schools. No. It means that the kingdom will tolerate others doing this casually..."
Speaking of this, several people couldn't help but think of the nursing school war decades ago. In order to fight for the right to run schools, the Cyric Consortium launched a war without authorization and destroyed three countries. In the end, the remaining countries compromised and had to allow the Cyric Consortium to run schools at will within their borders without any restrictions. restrictions.
The war lasted for three and a half months. Tens of thousands of people died and millions of people were displaced as a result of that war, so much so that it still makes people shudder when thinking about it.
At that time, they were all young, or just children, but that war was imprinted in their childhood memories, and they have always been very clear.
It was also during that war that Cyric's infantry cannon became famous and became a hot-selling arms item. And the Cyric Consortium also became the guests of nobles from all over the world because of that war.
So, immediately after, the mayor continued: "But many nobles have their own schools to cultivate talents for themselves, and even train officers."
The Sheriff was also very cautious. He glanced at the mayor, then at the tax collector next to him, and said to Xini: "We have to consider this aspect... If Count Fischereau instructed that guy Tang Mo to run this school, Yes, things are a bit difficult to handle."
Everyone took advantage of Tang Mo, and Tang Mo also promised to give them more benefits in the future. As the saying goes, the officials here are quite cautious in handling this kind of thing.
After all, the gold coins promised by Tang Mo were real benefits to them, and the kingdom's seemingly invisible ban could not restrict them.
Anyway, from a legal point of view, the kingdom does not explicitly prohibit the establishment of a small school. Even if the king ordered a thorough investigation, their supervision was lax at best, and they would probably get away with a few words of reprimand.
But if Tang Mo is offended and 80% of the monthly filial piety money is lost, and the dispute becomes more tense and the two sides are at war with each other, and if there is an earl who follows behind to cause trouble, things will not be that simple.
"Is it true that Fischerot can't survive in Beiling? He actually came to Bunas to cause trouble for us..." Thinking of this, the tax officer muttered unwillingly.
He didn't want a count to suddenly come to Bunas and ride on their heads to dominate them.
Although Bunas has been nominally controlled by Baron Stella in recent years, in fact it is a place controlled by the mayor, sheriff and other kingdom officials, so the three of them have actually made a lot of money.
The sudden appearance of a cake sharer was naturally unwelcome - they had to find a way to unite in advance and drive away the foreign invaders.
In other words, at least let the outsider know who is the master here! If this kind of thing is done wrong, it can cost lives!
"Isn't this obvious? Fischereau's North Ridge Sussus Kingdom has been coveted. War may break out at any time now. How sure is he that he can defend Wolf City?" The Sheriff sneered and was not optimistic about Feishero. The future of Count Chelot.
After all, everyone knows that Fischerot is an anomaly in the entire kingdom. Although he is a count, he likes to hang out with a group of mud-legged people.
Unlike other nobles, he opposed land annexation and corporate politics, and was unwilling to increase taxes.
His behavior seriously affected other lords and nobles and made it more difficult to manage the territory. Therefore, Fisherot was almost the enemy of the nobles of the entire kingdom.
Under this general premise, everyone hopes that the damn place Beiling will disappear completely, because no one wants to have such an alternative colleague to set off themselves all the time.
This is probably a typical example of bad money driving out good money, or some people in literature and art say that a tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind.
"Uh... I'm not even 30% sure! The kingdom has not made preparations for war until now. No one with a discerning eye can see it..." The mayor is also very unfavorable to Earl Fisherot.
Kingdom officials like them had actually heard the news more or less from some connections. This war may be a political reshuffle, and it is most likely aimed at Count Fischereau.
The Sheriff was also well-informed and nodded in agreement: "Yes, if Fischereau wants to survive, he must find a way out for himself! He only has two ways to survive!"
The mayor casually said the first way: "Well, go up there and ask someone to intercede for him. I guess that means he will lose the earl and be demoted to a viscount baron or something."
Cutting off the noble title, reducing Fisherot's influence, and then marginalizing him, this is probably a more reasonable arrangement for the kingdom to deal with Fisherot.
After all, Fischerot is also a capable minister. At least His Majesty the King who rules the kingdom is not willing to kill Fischerot easily. Because the kingdom still needs some hard-working nobles who can support the framework of the country, and Fisherot is obviously such a noble.
Therefore, the most reasonable arrangement is to put the shit pot of defeat on Fischerot's head, let him perform meritorious service, and roll into a corner where no one can see him to live a peaceful life.
Wait until one day you need him, then use him and arrange him to play a role in a reasonable position. And when he is not needed, it is best for him to become a little transparent, squatting in that corner and not having any highlight moments.
"The other way is to lead the troops through the vicious forest and retreat to Bunas. When the time comes, support the troops and continue to hang out here." The mayor took over the conversation with a smile and added.
"It is most likely that he will choose both paths together, and this Tang Mo, as well as the big-headed soldiers with Tang Mo, must have come for the second path!" The Sheriff continued.
"What you said makes sense!" The tax officer obviously understood and nodded in agreement with the two people's views.
The mayor sighed and said helplessly: "So if you think about it carefully, Fischerot will probably live in Bunas for a period of time in the future. It is not a wise choice for us to offend him now."
"What about the king?" The tax official looked at the two of them and asked the question he was most concerned about.
"If we were bitten to death because we didn't know about it, wouldn't it be over?" The Sheriff planned to repeat his old tricks and use his best method to deal with Shangguan.
"Yes, we're bitten to death anyway. If anyone asks us, we just say we don't know. What can they do to us? Neither side can offend us. Anyway, when the adults above have the results and the king's order comes, we will carry it out. That’s it.” Zhen Zhang followed suit and immediately nodded in agreement.
"Uh..." The tax officer didn't have any good ideas, so he nodded.
The greedy mayor showed greedy eyes and added with a smirk: "Actually, we can wait and see if that boy Tang Mo is on the road..."
The tax officer's eyes lit up and he nodded: "If he gets on the road, then things will be done according to the mayor's instructions. If he doesn't get on the road, we will warn him and let him give up the idea of setting up a school!"
"It makes sense!" The Sheriff also agreed with this statement.
"Sir!" Just as the three people were discussing the matter, a waiter hurriedly opened the door and bowed his head in salute.
