The Anglo-American judicial system can be summed up in one sentence: talk about people, don't do people.

A group of so-called upper class society with the aristocracy as the core sits together and discusses something, and you know which group it is for with your toes, so you guess whose private property does this "private property is sacrosanct"?

There can be no doubt that the legal system of Southern Africa, since it was born out of the United Kingdom, naturally falls within the common law system.

"Maxwell, your farm should have had at least five hundred rand last year, what about taking out two hundred rand to pay taxes? When Sukai goes to collect taxes, I'll go with him, and I'll bring my shotgun! "Boss Song has become accustomed to the way of life of southern Africans, and if Maxwell dares to let the dog go, Boss Song dares to shoot.

"How can you do that? Didn't we want you to protect our interests by electing you to be the mayor of the town? Maxwell was shocked, this is what people can bend and stretch, and bow their heads when they should bow their heads.

"Yes, I want to protect the interests of all the people of Silver Mountain, but when your opinion conflicts with others, I want to protect the interests of the majority." Boss Song has a deep understanding of the essence of democracy, and he will sacrifice the stick of democracy when he disagrees.

Maxwell finally shut up, only Maxwell's family in Silver Mountain Town is white, and the others are all Chinese, and Maxwell is alone even if he wants to make trouble.

Su Kai explained the new tax law at a meeting of all the townspeople in Yinshan Town, hoping that the townspeople could understand the purpose of the implementation of the new tax law.

"The fundamental purpose of the federal government to increase taxes on farms is to better serve farms - we all know that over the years, federal governments at all levels have exhausted all kinds of methods to increase farm income, and we have also enjoyed various benefits brought by scientific and technological progress, and now is the time for us to repay the federal government - I got the news from here, after the tax increase, the state government will set up a special agricultural science and technology department to guide us to better run the farm, Marcus, you should know this well-" Su Kai directly named Marcus, Marcus's surname was Ma, originally there was no name, everyone called him Ma Er, this name was ambiguous, so Ma Lao Er gave himself a new name called Marcus.

Before coming to Southern Africa, Marcus had been working as a long-term laborer for landlords, working on one or two acres of land, and had no experience in running farms, let alone using agricultural machinery, and the experience he had accumulated was not useful most of the time because the climate in southern Africa was very different from that of East Asia.

After the Marcus family came to southern Africa, they contracted 100 acres of land from the Nyasaland Agricultural Company, and under the expert guidance of the Nyasaland Agricultural Company, they carried out modern scientific management of the farm, and achieved very good results.

Last year, Marcus' farm income exceeded five hundred rand.

"Mr. Su, will the taxes we pay go to the state government or to the lord?" Marcus also had doubts.

"It basically makes no difference, we all know that Nyasaland is a fief of the Lord, so our Excellency the Governor - strictly speaking the Lord of the Realm, in our words, probably the Governor of the Interior-" Su Kai used a metaphor that was not very appropriate, and his practical analogy of "state minister" was more appropriate.

"Then it's no problem, don't say ten rand, a hundred rand should be!" Marcus's feelings for Roque are heartfelt, and twenty percent of the tax is not strictly speaking.

Many people do not have much concept of agricultural taxes, and the "15 percent tax" and "30 percent tax 1" mentioned in the history books are just individual cases, and under normal circumstances, 30 percent or even 50 percent is not surprising.

Marcus is from Rehe Province, where Tang Yulin, the chairman of Rehe Province, collected taxes in the thirties until 1972, which is the real people's livelihood.

"One hundred rand, it's insane, is anyone really willing to take out a hundred rand?" There was a questioning voice in the corner of the venue, and it was definitely Maxwell.

"Hehe, Maxwell, there is no doubt that Marcus donated more than a hundred rand to the expeditionary force during the world war." Su Kai sighed faintly, some people always spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, not necessarily white skin and white conscience, some people's hearts are black.

"I also donated money during the World War—" Maxwell did not dwell on the subject, during the World War he donated only ten rand: "-It was a one-time event, after all, the World War would not be fought every year, but taxes would have to be paid every year. ”

"Don't be so crooked, I'll pay a hundred rand now, and I'll pay a hundred rand every year in the future." Marcus was a man who paid taxes until 1972, and it was all drizzle.

"Who knows if you're in cahoots with someone—" Maxwell had an excuse.

"Nima is going to beat you to death—" Marcus was furious, and he would have to deal with such a person.

"Old horse, don't be impulsive, don't be like him." Immediately, someone will settle down.

"Maxwell, shut up, don't say a word about nobody treating you as a dumb person—"

"Isn't it natural to farm and pay for grain—"

"Those who are not of my race will have different hearts—"

Maxwell's remarks have already caused outrage, and it is fair to say that even if taxes are increased in southern Africa, the tax rates are not high.

"Shut up—Maxwell, if you dare to be crooked, I'll kick you out of Silvermountain." Boss Song has a big temper, and he doesn't need to be polite to deal with people like Maxwell.

"You don't have that power." Maxwell's face was pale, and his voice was barely audible.

"I have! And it was the power given to me by all levels of federal government and all the residents of Silver Mountain. Boss Song made a final decision, and the current southern Africa is no longer the southern Africa where white people are high.

The same scene, which has been happening all over Nyasaland in the past few days, has not caused much controversy and is within manageable and acceptable limits.

Outside of Nyasaland, however, the impact of the new tax law has been less peaceful.

In Brandford, Orange, a group of Boer farmers on horseback and with dogs and shotguns on their backs confront the tax collector sent by the Orange state government.

"We will not allow the new tax law to be imposed, this is a plunder against our Boers, and we will not only protest, but we will also go to Pretoria, and get the MP named Douglas out and ask him what his intention is in proposing such a bill--" A middle-aged man with a big beard in a curved hat raised his arms and shouted, and every word was greeted with cheers from the Boer farmers around him.

Douglas was the congressman who introduced the bill, and with the announcement of the new tax law, Douglas has become a public enemy of southern African farmers, even those who are most supportive of the federal government, and he hates Douglas as a member of parliament.

After all, the new tax law is going straight out of the pockets of the farmers, and the farmers would be hell if they didn't have a problem with Douglass.

"That's right, we resolutely protest!"

"Let the adults of Pretoria hear us!"

"Kill Douglas—"

The surrounding Boer farmers echoed the call of the Boer farms, and compared with the Chinese farms, the Boer farms continued the previous way of doing business, and the farmers did not have a comfortable life.

In this case, the attitude of farmers to increase taxes on farms can be imagined.

"Calm down, gentlemen, violence will not solve the problem, I can understand your feelings, but please also understand the difficulties of the federal government at all levels-" Tax Commissioner Brandt strongly discouraged, and the federal government is now waiting for someone to jump out against the new tax law, and the Bournon farmers will most likely be killed by the federal government if they do so.

"Shut up Brandt, you're an accomplice of the federal government—"

"Hetui - also an accomplice, it is more appropriate to describe it as a dog's leg.

"Fuck off Brandt, we don't want to see you-

The farmers were very excited, and they were even more excited to see Brandt.

"Poppy, say something, do your duty-" Brandt hopes that Poppy will take care of the bigger picture.

Bobby is the richest businessman in Brandford and the mayor of Brandford.

In Orange, there were fewer and fewer Boers qualified to serve as officials, and in many places the mayor of the town was also the tax collector and sheriff, as was Bobby.

"Brandt, you've seen that this is the collective demand of our Boers, and the federal government should respect our Boer choice—" Poppy was clearly not prepared to interfere, and his words also provoked cheers from the Boer farmers.

"Bobby, the federal government is not targeting the Boers, the Cape, the Transvaal, and Nyasaland are all taxed." Brandt's voice was getting lower and lower, and he was drifting into despair.

However, Brandt did not expect that his mention of the Transvaal and Nyasaland not only did not calm the farmers, but made them even more excited.

"The Transvaals are traitors to the Boers—"

"Let the people of Nyasaland die-"

"The Boers are not slaves—"

Hey, it looks like there's something strange mixed in—

Well, it doesn't matter.

Just as the Bull farmers were in high spirits, a car slowly drove up in the distance.

The farmers were immediately in full swing, and some of them secretly clenched their weapons.

The car was steady next to the Boers, and the one who got out of the car was a gray-haired old Boer.

"It's Laportebeck—" someone exclaimed in a low voice, Laporteseebeck was a member of Parliament from Orange and had great prestige among the Boers, Louis Botha had died, and Jan Smuts had left England for a few years, and Laporteseebeck was the spiritual pillar of the Boers.

"Sir, are you here to support us?" Someone asked a loud question, clearly expecting Laporte-Sibek.

"Calm down, gentlemen, do you remember Freiburg?" La Portesibeck's words directly shut up all the Boer farmers.