Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"The minister saw the farmer that day, the family of five was in ragged clothes, and his eyes were dull, shaped like a wood..."

All the officials in the hall listened carefully. They hoped that Fang Xing would return without success, preferably with a humiliated face, and hope that he could find the source of the annexation in Jinan, and then rectify them one by one.

The tax exemption for the gentry can be abolished.

Yu Qian was still reading aloud: "...Using the famine to lend money to get 60% of the profit. The summer and autumn taxes are like a feast, and the grain chiefs and small officials put their hands on them. It is just common for the big fights to enter and the small fights to come out. The money of various names is jaw-dropping... …When the people leave, it becomes a wasteland. The place colludes with the gentry and sells the land for the price of the wasteland..."

Yang Rong's face trembled slightly, and he felt a burst of irritability and weakness from his internal organs.

He lives above the temple, he thinks he is already thinking about it for Daming, but...

"...The local enslavement made the people miserable. The officials thought that the one-tax system should be implemented, and many items were cancelled. The acres prevail, and the above middle and lower third-class fields shall prevail. How much is an acre of food, and the rest will be discarded..."

Whoever the emperor called to read the memorial was mostly optimistic about this person, as he was supposed to show his face.

This is a good job, as long as you have a good voice and speak clearly, you may read all the way to six books in the future.

But Yu Qian's face didn't show any joy at all, and so did the officials.

"Little officials are rampant, local gentry are greedy, and people are like fish."

Zhu Zhanji's eyes were cold and stern, he patted the handrail suddenly, and stood up and said: "Herders and herdsmen, I think some people regard the people as cattle and sheep, but they themselves become butchers!"

The ministers were a little unnatural, and there were some thoughts in their hearts that were not worthy of outsiders.

This is the cannonball, the cannonball that Fang Xing gave to the emperor.

Cannonballs exploded among the officials, and various ideas about whether to abolish the gentry's tax exemption and preferential treatment were unified under this cannonball.

You said that the gentry is an important part of Daming.

You said that the gentry can stabilize the country.

You said that the gentry is the foundation of Daming...

These beautiful words were shattered by the bombardment before this shell.

"This is Da Ming's gentry?"

"This is the foundation of Daming that Zhu Qing said?"

The officials were speechless. When Zhu Zhanji threw out Li Ermao’s memorial, they appeared to be silent, but secretly the memorial kept entering the palace, all sorts of painstaking analysis, and even “change the gentry’s preferential treatment, the great general Will collapse' remarks.

Zhu Zhanji sneered: "This is not the foundation of Daming, but the moth that digs the foundation of Daming!"

...

Immediately after the first phase of the land inspection in Jinan Prefecture, the situation was disseminated, and the people gritted their teeth and felt the same.

The reserved and arrogant scholars in the past, like bereaved concubines, began to connect one after another.

As for the officials...the one they struggled the most was Fang Xing's suggestion.

"All taxes and miscellaneous taxes are converted into one tax, which is collected according to the number and quality of the acreage, this..."

"This is the way to kill everyone!"

In the household department, Ma Su slowly walked by with a roll of reports, listening to the comments of the officials in the corridor, and his heart was agitated.

"grown ups."

Xia Yuanji raised his head to see Ma Su, nodded, then rubbed his eyebrows and said: "Xing He Bo has done a great deal in Jinan. Now it seems normal outside, but undercurrents are surging. Be careful."

Ma Su put down the report and said: "The teacher took the initiative to pay taxes on Fangjiazhuang and Yigan's business. At that time, some people said that the teacher was selling his reputation, but now he has returned the teacher's innocence."

Xia Yuanji smiled and said: "Xing He Bo instilled a lot of these kinds of ideas into His Majesty today. My official guesses... His final idea should be to pay taxes as a whole."

When he said that he stared at Ma Su and saw that Ma Su did not show any surprise, he couldn't help sighing: "Sure enough! He is so bold, and he can endure it for many years, slowly, the official is not as good as him. Him!"

The weather was hot, and a gust of wind blew in from the wide open windows.

Ma Su watched the wind blow the report, and the data was like ants shaking.

"Teacher... I hope to change Daming..."

...

Jinan has become a whirlpool. Chang Yu frequently convenes officials of Jinan Prefecture to discuss matters. The central issue is how to unswervingly figure out the situation of Jinan Prefecture's fields.

Huang Lu, the prefect of Jinan, was like a concubine. Chang Yu directly suppressed the problem, and he had to pass on the pressure.

The officials in the entire Jinan Prefecture ran to the countryside like lunatics, and the Qingpi shivered and pretended to be good people.

They are scared!

Fang Xing in the courtyard of the mansion was dormant after entering the memorial.

But he is not a little white rabbit.

It's a tiger!

The tiger is dormant, what is he thinking?

...

Fang Xing leaned over, sniffing a yellow flower carefully.

With a focused expression and slight breathing, he gradually raised his head and said, "The flowers fall in the mortal dust, and the merchants and pawns can enjoy them."

Huang Lu felt that he saw a tiger sniffing flowers just now. He bowed his head and said: "Xing He Bo, those people... are just unwilling to fall into the world, so... have gathered together, there is violence everywhere... happen."

"That's anti-fa!"

Fang Xing did not hesitate to define a definition, saying: "The general trend is like a big tide. Some people say that people have several needs in their lives, but in the eyes of Ben Bo, they are groaning without illness. Fart."

"People, just for survival!"

"Ben uncle saw the people with blank eyes, they were desperate, they were numb, why are they numb? Because if you don't get numb... you can't live, don't want to live..."

Huang Lu was awe-inspiring, worried that his execution was too soft, which made this uncle, who apparently has no favor with scholars, furious.

"Those scholars have nothing to do all day, nestled in red and green, down a pot of old wine, and chanting a few sour poems, thinking that they can travel through the sky and the earth, but they have thought about where their money comes from? That's all the blood and sweat of the people. !"

Huang Lu could only claim this, he didn't dare to awaken Fang, as for the days of those scholars...he felt that it was nothing wrong with him.

Scholars are the bones of Daming. Without their support, what will Daming become?

He was a little at a loss. He was thinking about what would happen to the people who lost the control of the gentry.

"Each county sets up an organization to increase or decrease officials according to the number of households..."

Fang Xing stretched out his finger, stroked the yellow flower lightly, and asked casually, "How about straight pipe?"

"The imperial power goes to the countryside..."

Huang Lu's complexion changed drastically, and he blurted out: "Uncle Xinghe, I'm afraid it's wrong, right?"

"what are you worried about?"

Huang Lu faced the work of clearing the acres~www.wuxiaspot.com~ so Fang Xing would test it. He wanted to see what the officials thought about it.

Huang Lu looked around, and said nervously: "Uncle, let alone anything else, since the pre-Song Dynasty, emperors and scholar-officials ruled the world together, Daming...Daming... …Slowly come back, like today, it’s already solid, and violently moving, I'm afraid it will shake the foundation!"

"what are you worried about?"

Fang Xing asked the same question again.

Huang Lu wiped the sweat off his forehead, gritted his teeth and said: "The lower official is worried about... those people."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Your fears are reasonable, but you look at them highly. At this time, Daming has no foreign troubles, and they have no way to borrow. At this time, Daming has sufficient money and food, and they have no chance to uproar. Your Majesty is now striving to govern and benevolent. Constantly, such a Daming, who... dare to oppose?!"

Huang Lu just nodded, but his expression was in a trance.

If you really want the emperor to go to the countryside, then...what's the matter with scholars!