Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Go to the household department to pay taxes. Our family will pay as much as others pay!"

Juan’s feet are a burden, and the housekeeper said with a bit of dismay: "Master, our family is exempted from taxes by your majesty's grace, this... the lady is only proud in the palace, our family can't be ashamed!"

Juan pointed to the burden, and said: "The empress sent people to spread the word, saying that the more this time, the more honest our family should be."

He frowned and said: "My uncle has no abilities, and can't help the mother and the corn, so I can only be honest, so I just don't make trouble in the palace anyway."

The butler smiled bitterly and went to the Ministry of Households with a baggage. After clarifying the situation, the people received by the Ministry of Households admired and said: "This is the relatives of the emperor! Good!"

The housekeeper was puzzled, and when he came out, he would find a place to drink to relieve boredom.

There are many people in the tavern, and the smell of low-quality wine is mixed with the smell of sweat, which is really unpleasant.

The butler asked for a plate of peanuts and a jug of wine, and he drank slowly and sadly.

The queen gave birth to a prince, and there is a vision, if not unexpected, it must be the future prince, His Royal Highness.

That Juan is the uncle of the country!

But this uncle is less courageous than a mouse, so you must first think about whether this matter will have any bad effect on the lady and your highness in the palace.

Why!

After drinking half a pot of wine, the butler was slightly drunk and listened to those big guys bragging.

"...Those scholars are panicked, and those tenant tenants panic. I heard that these people cursed Xinghe uncle secretly, saying that he gave birth to his son and didn't fart Yan, and he must be ransacking his family in the future..."

"That is, think about the good days that were ruined by him, hehe! But what does it matter to us?"

"That is, the mouths of those scholars are too big, and the upper and lower mouths are lifted like this. Even if those fields are their own, there is no such good thing."

"Those scholars are not reconciled! I heard that Xing Hebo killed people in Jinan, and this suppressed this group of people."

"I think it's good, why don't they pay taxes?"

"That's Wenquxing in the sky, and Wenquxing has to pay taxes?"

"What Wenquxing, how many jinshis in Daming? They are all Wenquxing? I see that the sky is full of Wenquxing, and I feel dizzy."

"That is, Uncle Xinghe's family has paid taxes. According to me, everyone should pay taxes in this world, and then everyone lives by their ability. Whoever is good or bad is the ability, that is, fate."

"..."

The housekeeper shook his head and suddenly understood Juan's mind.

The empress is walking on thin ice in the palace, and there is a Sun family staring at him. If the queen is not careful, he will be caught...

Taxes can be paid, but this butler really can't understand it.

It's enough to be frustrated if you can't be prestigious, and you have to pay taxes. What kind of uncle is this.

"Afterwards."

He handed over the wine money and staggered to get up and go out.

"...Listen to Lao Tzu!"

There was a moment of silence, and the butler stood at the door, feeling that he was not as prestigious as the idle man in this tavern, and suddenly felt uninterested.

"Lao Tzu has a younger brother who has studied science. Does science know? He is a student of His Majesty."

Fool!

The butler thought this big man was a fool.

Although Zhu Zhanji has the name of a scientific pioneer, he is just a name. Those who take it seriously are all fools.

He shook his head and walked out the door.

"It is said in science, either treat everyone preferentially, or don't treat preferentially, or it will be sparks sooner or later..."

The steward stagnated and was about to turn his head. The big man continued proudly: "What is it... Human nature is greedy. Those scholars are proud enough to be officials. Once they are treated preferentially, sooner or later what is greedy... It's like fire, it's going to burn Daming!"

"I've heard that, it's greedy like fire, and if you don't contain it, you will start a prairie fire!"

A scholar and a steward passed by. He entered the tavern and said sternly: "You wait for the rebellion. If these words are spread out, you should get a stab at the West Market."

There was silence inside, and then some idlers roared: "This is a matter between your majesty and the court. They all say you are greedy, can't we say it?"

The scholar said coldly: "A fool only knows to follow the barking, he deserves to be stupid for a lifetime!"

These words compared all the people in the tavern to dogs, and the sentiment was immediately enthusiastic.

"Fart! I'm stupid looking at you!"

A big man gave his companion a wink, then got up and smiled and said, "Your good days are gone, you know? I still want to take over the lawsuit and collect contributions! Now both your majesty and the court want to fix you assholes, you Dare to learn how to bark and fight!"

After a tumult, the scholar came out with a bruised nose and swollen face. He turned around and pointed inside and said, "You wait, wait!"

The butler stared at this man blankly, even the few nose hairs emerging from his nostrils.

It is said that this is a bad luck!

The clamor of losing or not losing is the most boring. The scholar was scared away by a wine glass smashed out of the tavern.

The butler was thinking deeply.

Back home, he went to find Juan.

"Master, life is not easy for scholars outside."

Juan nodded and said, "The lady can stand up now, she knows no less in the palace than we do, but...this matter depends on it, let's finish it honestly."

The butler understood, and said: "Then our family pays taxes, that's what it means. Let everyone see that the mother's family is following your Majesty..."

Juan said blankly: "I don't know, it's affirmation to follow your majesty closely. Everyone is waiting for your majesty and the court to make a decision. Once you decide to exempt the gentry from preferential treatment, then... the wind is surging!"

...

The emperor and his ministers have discussed this matter several times, and the memorials of officials from all over the country are piled up, all expressing their opinions on this matter.

"Slowly..."

Zhu Zhanji appeared in the Palace of Qianqing in a uniform today, and the officials all felt the murderous intent.

"Don't hesitate about big things, otherwise it will only make people speculate."

Yang Rong's eyes flickered, and he went out of class and said, "Your Majesty, can you halve it?"

He also couldn't help himself, and as the first assistant, he was under great pressure when all parties attacked him.

Even his relatives wrote to him, saying that he only knew that he promised the emperor, and he was about to be the same as the servants.

The halving is a proposal that can buffer conflicts, and the officials immediately went out to agree.

After listening to their suggestions, Zhu Zhanji said coldly between his eyebrows: "You are all important ministers who assist me. I have something to say to you today..."

Qunchen stood up straight, feeling bad in his heart.

Zhu Zhanji stood up, held the handle of the knife in his left hand, looked up at the roof, and said: "Xiao Gui Cao Sui, that is the king of keeping success; settled in the status quo, that is a dying country; innovation, how to innovate?"

The officials bowed ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ knowing that the delay of these few days finally brought the emperor's anger and a showdown.

"Fearful of hands and feet, like a woman, that is not innovation. In the Song Dynasty, it was not called innovation. A group of people dragged one person, how to innovate?"

This is a bit harsh, comparing the ministers to women, and doing things that are slowing things down.

Zhu Zhan’s base station is on the top, his legs are slightly apart, and he said firmly: “If Daming wants to be difficult forever, he needs time to reflect. If he finds a problem, he should act immediately. What I want is to be the minister of the country instead of hesitating on both ends. What do I want you to wait for?"

"Vitality! I can't see vitality in your body!"

"Move up! Let those people see that the will of the court is firm, otherwise I will go out of the palace personally to show the emperor's determination to the hundred officials!"

"The minister waits for a thousand deaths..."

The emperor was aloft, looking down at the courtiers as if he were in the cloud. He drew his long sword, and the courtiers trembled.

"To rule the world together with scholar-bureaucrats is not the Ming Dynasty, but the former Song Dynasty!"

Zhu Zhanji said angrily: "Da Ming wants eternal prosperity, not just the group of people, the people! The people are the foundation of Daming!"

The officials stood with their hands, and Zhu Zhanji waved his hand, turned to look at the throne, and muttered: "How many lessons can't be seen, what can I get from those people? The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed..."

He closed his eyes and heard the footsteps of the officials walking out of the hall.

He seemed to see the flames rising in the imperial city, and countless knives and guns gleamed in the empire's sunset amidst the frantic laughter.

He seemed to see a hole in the side wall, and countless alien cavalry roared and rushed into the Central Plains in ecstasy.

He seemed to have seen the killings, the burning of the village, and the countless corpses lying down where they lived for generations.

He opened his eyes, nodded and said: "In order to be free of these, I will try, even if I fail!"