Chapter 1966 Tiger

"I saw that farmer's family that day. The five members of the family were all in ragged clothes, their eyes were dull, and they were shaped like a gaunt tree..."

All the ministers in the palace listened carefully. They not only hoped that Fang Xing would return without success, preferably in disgrace, but they also hoped that he could find the root causes of the annexation in Jinan and then rectify them one by one.

Is it necessary to abolish the tax exemption treatment for the gentry?

Yu Qian was still reading loudly: "... Taking advantage of the famine to lend money and make a profit of 60%. The summer and autumn taxes are like a feast. The grain chief and the small officials have their hands on it. It is normal to have big buckets in and small buckets out. The money in various names is jaw-dropping... …The land became wasteland as soon as the people left, and the local government colluded with the gentry to sell the land at the price of wasteland…”

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

He lives above the temple, and he thinks that he has already thought a lot for the Ming Dynasty, but...

"...The local people are enslaved at will, and the suffering is unspeakable. I believe that a single tax system should be implemented, and all the items should be abolished. The upper, middle and lower third-class fields shall be based on the acre. How much is the grain per acre? The rest will be abolished..."

Whoever the emperor asked to read the memorial was probably because he was optimistic about this person and wanted him to show his face.

This is a good job. As long as you have a good voice and clear pronunciation, you may be able to read all the way to the six books of ministers in the future.

But Yu Qian's face didn't look happy at all, and so did the ministers.

"The petty officials are rampant, the local gentry is greedy, and the people are like fish and meat."

Zhu Zhanji's eyes were cold and stern, he slapped the armrest suddenly, stood up and said: "Herdsmen, herdsmen, I see some people regard the common people as cattle and sheep, but they themselves have become butchers!"

The ministers were a little unnatural and had some thoughts in their hearts that were not humane to outsiders.

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

Cannonballs exploded among the ministers, and various opinions on whether to cancel the tax-free treatment for the gentry were unified under this cannonball.

You said that the gentry was an important part of the Ming Dynasty.

You said that the gentry can stabilize the countryside.

You said that the gentry was the foundation of Ming Dynasty...

These kind words were all shattered to pieces before this shell.

"Is this the gentry of the Ming Dynasty?"

"Is this the foundation of the Ming Dynasty that the ministers said?"

The ministers were speechless,

When Zhu Zhanji presented Li Ermao's memorial, they were silent on the surface, but secretly the memorials kept coming to the palace, with all kinds of painstaking analysis, and even the statement that "if the preferential treatment of the gentry is changed, the Ming Dynasty will collapse."

Zhu Zhanji said sarcastically: "This is not the foundation of Ming Dynasty, but the moth that digs up the foundation of Ming Dynasty!"

…

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

The reserved and arrogant scholars in the past felt like they were mourning for their heirs, and they started to communicate with each other one after another.

As for the officials... what they struggled with 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 acres. This..."

"This is going to kill everyone!"

In the household department, Ma Su walked slowly with a roll of reports under his arm. He listened to the discussions of the officials in the corridor, and his heart was agitated. He just wished he could rush to Jinan immediately and face the gentry with his teacher.

"grown ups."

Xia Yuanji looked up and saw Ma Su, nodded, then rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Uncle Xinghe has done great things in Jinan. It seems normal outside now, but there is an undercurrent, so be careful."

Ma Su put down the report and said, "The teacher took the initiative to pay taxes on Fangjiazhuang and other businesses back then. At that time, some people said that the teacher was just fishing for fame. Now, the teacher has been cleared."

Xia Yuanji said with a smile: "Xing Hebo had instilled many of these ideas into His Majesty back then. I guess...his final idea should be to pay taxes as one body."

As he spoke, he stared at Ma Su, and when he saw that Ma Su didn't show any surprise, he couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough! He has such great courage, and he can endure it for many years, and then slowly develop. I am not as good as him, not as good as him." Him!"

It was a hot day and a draft blew in through the wide open windows.

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

"Teacher... I hope to change the Ming Dynasty..."

…

Jinan has become a whirlpool. Chang Yu frequently convenes Jinan Prefecture officials for discussions. The central topic is one: how to unswervingly find out the farm situation of Jinan Prefecture.

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

All the officials in Jinan Prefecture ran to the countryside like madmen, while the green-skinned people were trembling and pretending to be good citizens.

They are scared!

Fang Xing in the mansion was hibernating after reading the memorial.

But he is not a little white rabbit.

But a tiger!

The tiger is dormant, what is he thinking?

…

Fang Xing leaned over and smelled a yellow flower carefully.

His expression was focused and his breathing was light. He gradually raised his head and said, "Flowers fall into the mortal world, and everyone can enjoy them."

Huang Lu felt that he had just seen a tiger sniffing the flowers. He lowered his head and said: "Uncle Xinghe, those people... are not willing to fall into the mortal world, so... they have gathered together, and there is violence everywhere... occur."

"That's resistance!"

Fang Xing gave a definition without hesitation and said: "The trend is like a tide. Some people say that people have several needs in this life, but in Ben Bo's opinion, that is just nonsense. It is pure nonsense that makes people panic. Eat too much and let go. Shit."

"People just want to survive!"

"Uncle Ben saw those people with blank eyes. They were desperate and numb. Why are they numb? Because if you are not numb... you can't live, you don't want to live..."

Huang Lu felt awe in his heart, worried that his execution would be too soft, which would make this uncle who obviously didn't like scholars go crazy.

"Those scholars spend all day doing nothing, sitting in the red and green, drinking a pot of old wine, and reciting a few sour poems. They think they can control the world, but have they ever thought about where their money comes from? It's all the blood and sweat of the common people. !”

Huang Lu could only agree with this. He didn't dare to offend Fang Xing. As for the life of those scholars...he felt that it was understandable.

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

He was a little confused, thinking about what the common people would do if they lost the control of the gentry.

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

Fang Xing stretched out his fingers, gently stroked the yellow flower, and asked casually: "How about I just take care of it?"

"Imperial power goes to the countryside..."

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

"what are you worried about?"

Huang Lu was faced with the task of clearing the fields, so Fang Xing tried to test it. He wanted to see what the officials thought about it.

Huang Lu looked around and said nervously: "Uncle, if nothing else, from the beginning of the Song Dynasty, emperors and scholar-bureaucrats ruled the world together. The Ming Dynasty... The Ming Dynasty started from Emperor Taizu Gao. Although there have been changes, in the end... ...Slowly it came back, and now the world has been stabilized. If it moves violently, it may shake the foundation! "

"what are you worried about?"

Fang Xing asked the same question again.

Huang Lu wiped the sweat from his forehead and gritted his teeth and said, "What I'm worried about is...those people."

Fang Xing nodded and said: "Your worries are reasonable, but you are looking down on them. At this time, the Ming Dynasty has no external troubles, and they have no way to rely on it. At this time, the Ming Dynasty has sufficient money and food, and they have no chance to make noise. Today, His Majesty is working hard to govern and benevolent. Continuously, who would dare to rebel against such a great Ming Dynasty?”

Huang Lu just nodded, but his expression was a little dazed.

If the imperial power is really to be sent to the countryside, then... what's the matter with scholars!