Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Your Majesty will definitely suppress the officials and cleanse the morale!"

With the development of the gaffe, the gentry panicked.

They have been Daming's top predators ever since they have gained fame, and their lives are indescribably comfortable.

But now it has changed!

The emperor wanted to move their jobs, and he also sent Fang Xing, the butcher, he was obviously serious.

Whoever touches my job, who I kill the whole family!

They used to have this confidence, but with the gradual relief of Daming's foreign troubles, and the emperor can focus all his attention on the country, they found that this confidence is gradually dissipating.

Only then can we see Zhu Di's foresight.

He first organized the army and cleaned up a lot of black sheep.

Then came Wuxue, breaking the so-called rudimentary generals.

In the end, Emperor Wen also left several firearms guards for future heirs. This is the biggest guarantee in the capital, and there are things in various places that can be sent to suppress them at any time.

Pressure!

This word is the will left by Emperor Wen to his descendants.

If you are not satisfied, I will suppress! Suppress you with force!

And Zhu Zhanji obviously took over Zhu Di's mantle and directly dispatched the party he trusted the most to wake up.

More than a dozen heads, Mr. Seventeen's broken leg, these are all pressing!

Jinan City is waiting, and countless people are waiting.

Everyone was waiting for the messenger in the capital, and then...

"There will be no changes in this matter. You must keep an eye on those people. If anyone makes a mistake, you must do it immediately. Remember, don't hesitate to crush the crisis to the budding state."

In front of Fang Xing sat Chang Yu and Qian Hui, and the prefect Huang Lu.

After Qian Hui and Fang Xing finished speaking, they asked: "Xing He Bo, a land of Jinan, with a lot of gentry, what should I do if we get into trouble together?"

Huang Lu smiled bitterly: "Yes, the officials have been visiting everywhere these days. Not only are the gentry furious, but the farmers who contributed are also insatiable. If the officials are not running fast, I am afraid that this will be broken. NS."

"That was instigated by someone!"

Fang Xing opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Those farmers who donate enjoy a lower land rent than taxes, so they are naturally dissatisfied with this policy.

"The people are easy to be deceived by others, so you have to be calm and tell them that in the future there will be more and more fields that can be divided, the farm tools will be less and more labor-saving, and the seeds will be more and more productive. You must believe in your majesty and believe in it. Ming dynasty!"

Fang Xing felt that he was preaching, and he wanted to convey what he thought was correct to these people, and then slowly spread it.

"The people will follow blindly, so we need to guide us. There is not enough land? Emigrate. You don't want to emigrate. Who is to blame? Can your majesty seize someone else's land for you?"

"Let them know that the land rent they give to the gentry every year will become a loan in a famine year, and in the end they will be collected together with the real estate, and finally they will become slaves to other people's homes."

Chang Yu calmly said: "Xing He Bo, but these must be based on the taxation within the tolerance of the people. This official understands that taxation is one thing, at least it will not make the people unable to bear it. But the various stalls below are the big heads. The people are the ones who have been ruined by these stalls. They can't bear it and they just ran away."

"Taxation will gradually improve."

Fang Xing pondered for a while, and said, "Ben still hopes to see a tax system."

"One tax system?"

After all, Chang Yu was the chief ambassador, but after a little thought, he understood what Fang Xing meant. He said: "Xing He Bo, what you mean is... as in the former Song Dynasty, all the labor is attributed to Tian Mu and He Dingkou, then do you pay with the land tax?"

Fang Xing nodded appreciatively, and said, "Master Chang is keen. This is indeed what I mean, but I haven't said it to your Majesty."

"Uncle Xinghe, this matter is beneficial to the country and the people, but it is a draw from the bottom of the pan!"

Huang Lu said anxiously: "How was the King Jing of the year? In the end, he had to end up sadly. Now to cancel these preferential treatments, it offends the gentry. If it is a tax system... the official... this is an offensive to the world's officials!"

Qian Hui said with a solemn expression: "Uncle Xing He, offended the gentry, Daming will be in chaos for a while, and the crisis is still perilous within ten years. If you go to offend the officials, the officials think it is not desirable."

Fang Xing nodded, and when they left, Wang He came in, with a look I had expected, and said, "Our family has said this is unreliable, how about it?"

Fang Xing shook his head, then quietly looked at the ground.

"I never thought of doing this now, just want to see how local officials think about it, now it seems..."

Wang He entangled: "Uncle Xinghe, your majesty is over there..."

Fang Xing raised his head and smiled, "Don't worry, I will always stand in front."

Boom!

The first rain in early autumn drenched the earth.

Yu Qian stood on the ground, watching the fields just harvested were empty, with only the stubble of wheat left. He looked up and squinted: "Why are those people lazy?"

Early morning is the time for herding cattle, but there are no cows on the ground, and no cows are seen.

The small official next to him said: "My lord, half of the village is covered in... the people heard that all taxes are to be collected, and they started making noise. The family also stood by and watched, let alone cows, and they didn't even have the intention to cook."

Yu Qian looked at the village not far away and saw no cooking smoke, so he pulled his leg over.

When I arrived in the village, I saw only the children playing in front of the house, but no adults.

"...That land belongs to our family. If all taxes are collected, we must come back. If the government collects taxes, his family will definitely have to increase it. How can this family live by then!"

A woman was screaming, and then a man's voice came.

"It's difficult! The title deed is in his house, and it's getting angry right now. If it doesn't work, it will put our house in a big prison, hey!"

"Then go and sue the government, but those people did the documents back then!"

"You stupid woman! Even if you win, what can you do later? Those little officials can kill us!"

Yu Qian stood outside this house~www.wuxiaspot.com~ his face was sinking.

"My lord..." the little official who followed said embarrassedly: "The country folks have no knowledge, this is nonsense."

"The officer thinks this is very knowledgeable."

Yu Qian said coldly, and then said to the inside: "Master, can it be convenient for you to drink a bowl of water?"

The quarrel inside came to an abrupt end, and then a barefooted man walked out. Seeing that Yu Qian and the small official were both green shirts, he handed over and said: "You are pickled at home, if the nobles don't dislike it..."

Entering inside, a woman was weaving in the house. Seeing Yu Qian and two of them came in, she didn't bother to get up, but she didn't give her face anymore.

A seven or eight-year-old boy ran into the house, then hid behind the door and looked at Yu Qian, his curious look made Yu Qian gloomy.

The man got out two bowls of water and apologized: "Noble man, the tea in the little house is too thick to drink for the nobleman..."

"This is great, thanks a lot."

With the drizzle falling down, Yu Qian took the opportunity of drinking water to ask: "Brother, are you afraid of not going back to the ground?"

The man smiled and said: "No matter, the land belongs to other people's houses, and the small ones are just tenants."

Yu Qian sighed slightly in his heart, then took out a treasured note, and said, "I have some fate with your family in the next, maybe I will have dinner here at noon?"

The man's eyes lit up, and he pushed back: "Eating is simple, just a little bit of tea and light rice. I'm afraid that the nobles don't like it. As for... the money, that is not necessary, not necessary."

Yu Qian couldn't help but put the treasure into his hand, and then pushed it back and forth a few times before the man turned around and cursed, "How much money can I get in exchange for weaving? Go cut a piece of meat and kill a chicken , And wine."

The woman was furious, and she was ready to chase someone out. After seeing the treasure in her husband's hand, she immediately carried the basket with joy and took the child away by the way.