The Sun and the Lion

In a vacant manor on the outskirts of Tabriz, the Ottoman mission housed here was eating, drinking and having fun in the living room. After all, in order to show the hospitality of the Safavid dynasty, the Grand Vizier not only reimbursed the Ottoman mission bills and gave everyone a lot of gifts.

An older attendant swallowed the stewed rice in his mouth, drank the remaining wine in the glass slowly, then took out a piece of baklava from the dinner plate with his left hand, and stroked his belly with his right hand contentedly, "After coming here, Before, I thought meeting young Uzun Hassan would be a hard job, just like working under Fatih and Prince Selim.”

"Yes, do you want to know how those Shiite heretics looked at us when we crossed the eastern border? According to the official documents passed by the local pashas and beys, the security there is much worse than Rumelia. At least there I don't have to worry about whether I will be killed by the mob." Another attaché ate the last bit of bread with roasted meat in his hand.

When the wine and food were full, the Circassian slave girls came on stage, and the musicians and dancers began to provide entertainment for everyone present.

After taking a sip of water pipe, the young attaché continued: "If I could, I really want to stay here. Although I don't know what heaven is, this place is enough for me."

The old attendant seemed a little dissatisfied with his words, and frowned slightly, which made the wrinkles on his forehead deepen a lot. But in the end, he didn't speak. He just drank wine and continued to watch the dancer performing on the well-made carpet in the center of the living room.

The young attaché was still immersed in the joy of going abroad for the first time and did not notice anything strange about the old attaché.

At this time, a servant walked into the living room, his footsteps were very light, he quickly walked to the envoy, leaned down and whispered a few words in his ear.

"I understand." The envoy who was sitting cross-legged stood up and followed the attendants out of the living room.

Walking out of Dabieye, I cast my sights on the road not far away. Countless horse hooves stepped on the unmaintained road, and the dust was flying. However, the dust in the sky could not conceal the exquisiteness of the bow holders who reflected the light under the sunlight. The armor, Ibrahim's huge battle flag and its conspicuousness, the huge flag with gold rim and the lion and sun made of gold on the top of the flagpole are enough to leave a sufficient impression on anyone who has seen it.

"Is this the new King of Kings of Persia? Although he only occupies Azerbaijan, he has such a grand display and a large number of guards. They don't look like ordinary people."

After observing the team entering the city, the envoy returned to the living room. Although he was still looking at the dancers, he was already thinking about how to praise Ibrahim in the next diplomatic occasion.

The banquet lasted for more than half an hour. The attendants stood up and left one after another. With the tacit approval of the envoy, a small number of people stepped forward, either holding the slave girls' waists or holding the dancers' hands, and took them back. own room.

In the palace of Tabriz, the King of Kings, who had just returned to the loyal capital, first took off his armor with the help of his attendants, then went to the bathroom to take a Turkish bath, changed his clothes, and the attendants brought documents and food. They were all placed together on the desk in the study room to facilitate Ibrahim's work.

"Your Majesty, the viziers are here to see you." Kamran, who was working with Ibrahim, heard the movement at the door, went to check, and then came in to report.

"Let them in."

Grand Vizier Muhammad Zakaria, Grand Emir Hussein and Financial Vizier Tofmas came in. They first greeted Ibrahim, and then, after obtaining permission, they were guided by the attendants. Get down and take your seat.

"Dear Shah, this is the financial report." The financial vizier took the lead and took out a document from his arms. To be more precise, it should be called a bill.

Ibrahim was startled when he saw the huge number on the bill, and Tovmas, who was observing Shah, struck again: "Your Majesty, if this continues, it won't be as big as in more than a month." Lishi's treasury is about to be empty. Even if you expand your territory and plunder the enemy's treasury, it will only delay the arrival of this day. And the taxes that can be collected in the new territory and the expenditure to maintain the rule are uncertain. Unless you can control the treasury of Costantiniya or Cairo, I will be unable to reverse the current situation."

Have financial problems worsened to this extent? Ibrahim thought of the document he had signed regarding the tax increase. I am afraid that the tax collected this year will not be less than what the tax collectors collected.

"I now understand the financial difficulties. Although the rebellion that broke out in the Gyeonggi region is infuriating and heartbreaking, we always have to look forward."

"what do you mean……"

"I heard that many property owners joined the rebellion, right?"

"Yes." replied the Grand Vizier and the Grand Emir.

"Although there are some real estate owners who have not rebelled, they are just waiting and watching. There are still many speculators who would rather pay taxes than convert their faith. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com, right?"

"Um."

"Then why don't we redistribute wealth? I'm going to establish a new real estate law to ensure that resources can be utilized to the maximum extent."

Next, Ibrahim dictated his general idea. The first is the issue of real estate distribution. Ibrahim plans to use land in lieu of pay, suspend the pay of more than half of the standing cavalry, and issue hereditary real estate, essentially turning them into feudal levies. Compared with ordinary landowners, the real estate held by these heroes enjoys a preferential tax rate and does not need to bear the joint bond tax.

Then came the law. Ibrahim called this new bill on real estate the "Real Estate Tax and Military Service Law." Real estate owners were divided into different grades according to all their assets, and different grades were required to bear different military service. Ibrahim Xin also introduced the joint bond tax. The rich were obliged to pay the taxes for the poor with whom they were related, and it was mandatory that the rent should not exceed 60%. Tenants were not allowed to be killed, enslaved or abused at will. Landlords must be repaired when repairing water conservancy projects. Provide convenience etc...

In short, when Kamran finished writing the last letter and handed the draft to the viziers present, the Grand Vizier’s arms could not stop shaking. The Grand Emir expressed his opinion on the policy of allocating all the land to the red heads. Certainly, during the discussion, he also made a series of strange comments to the Grand Vizier.

Before I knew it, it was already evening.

"About the bill, let's discuss it first. We will attend the banquet to receive the Ottoman envoy later, right?" Ibrahim felt hungry, so he quickly calmed down the argument and changed the subject.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Grand Vizier looked a little downcast. He even felt that his whole body was weak, but no matter what, it seemed that he could not prevent the passage of this law.