Chapter 1989: Every Step of the Way

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

As the gaffe progressed, the gentry panicked.

They have become the top predators of Ming Dynasty since they gained fame, and their lives are not to mention very comfortable.

But now it has changed!

The emperor wanted to move their jobs, and even sent Fang Xing, a butcher, clearly serious about it.

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

They used to have this confidence, but as the Ming Dynasty's foreign troubles gradually lifted, and the king could focus all his attention on the country, they found that this confidence was gradually dissipating.

Only then can we see Zhu Di's foresight back then.

He first reorganized the army and cleaned up many black apples.

Then came martial arts, which broke the so-called embryonic form of generals.

In the end, Emperor Wen also left several firearms guards for the future heirs. This is the biggest guarantee for the capital, and if there is an incident in various places, it can be dispatched to suppress it at any time.

pressure!

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

If you refuse to accept, I will suppress you! Hold you down by force!

And Zhu Zhanji obviously took over Zhu Di's mantle and directly dispatched his most trusted Fang Waxing.

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

Jinan City is waiting, and countless people are waiting.

Everyone is waiting for the messenger from the capital, and then...

"There will be no further changes in this matter. We must keep an eye on those people. If anyone makes a mistake, we must act immediately. Remember, don't hesitate to nip the crisis in the bud."

Sitting in front of Fang Xing were Chang Yu, Qian Hui, and the prefect Huang Lu.

Qian Hui waited for Fang Xing to finish speaking, and then asked: "Uncle Xinghe, Jinan is a prefecture, and there are many gentry, what should we do if we attack together?"

Huang Lu said with a wry smile: "Yes, the official has been visiting everywhere these days, not only the gentry are furious, but also the peasants who donate. gone."

"That was instigated by someone!"

Fang Xing was talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Those peasant households who contributed enjoy lower land rent than taxes, so naturally they are dissatisfied with this policy.

"The common people are easy to be deceived, so you have to stay calm and tell them that in the future there will be more and more fields, farm tools will be more and more labor-saving, and seeds will be more and more productive. Believe in your majesty, believe in Ming dynasty!"

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

"The people will follow blindly, so we need to guide them. There is not enough land? Emigrate. If you don't want to emigrate, who is to blame? Can your majesty still go and take other people's land for you?"

"Let them know that the land rent they pay to those gentry every year will become a loan in a famine year, and finally they will be taken over with interest and their property, and finally become slaves of other people's families."

Chang Yu said calmly: "Bo Xinghe, but all of these must be based on the fact that the tax is within the range of the common people. This official understands that taxation is one thing, at least it will not make the common people suffer. But the various apportionments below are the big ones, and the people are ruined by these apportionments, and the whole family ran away when they couldn't bear it."

"Taxes will slowly improve."

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

"One tax system?"

After all, Chang Yu is the chief envoy, but after thinking about it for a while, he understood what Fang Xing meant, and he said, "Uncle Xinghe, what do you mean... just like in the previous Song Dynasty, all the labor and labor should be attributed to the fields and the land. Dingkou, and then pay the land tax together?"

Fang Xing nodded appreciatively, and said, "Your Majesty Chang is sharp, that's what he meant, but he hasn't told His Majesty yet."

"Uncle Xinghe, this matter is beneficial to the country and the people, but it's a drudgery!"

Huang Lu said anxiously: "How about Wang Jinggong back then? In the end, he had to end up sadly. Now if you want to cancel these preferential treatments, you will offend the gentry. If there is a one-tax system...officials...this is offending the officials in the world!"

Qian Hui said solemnly: "Uncle Xinghe,

Offending the gentry, Daming will be in chaos for a while, and it will still be in danger within ten years. Going to offend the officials again, the lower officials think it is not advisable. "

Fang Xing nodded, and after they left, Wang He came in and said with the look I had expected: "Our family has already said that this matter is unreliable, how about it?"

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

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

Wang He struggled and said: "Uncle Xinghe, Your Majesty..."

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

Boom!

The first rain in early autumn moistened the ground.

Standing on the ground, Yu Qian looked at the empty fields that had just been harvested, leaving only the stubble of wheat. He raised his head, narrowed his eyes and said, "Why are those people lazy?"

Early morning is the time for herding cattle, but there are no cattle on the ground, nor are there any cowboys.

The little official next to him said: "My lord, half of the land in the village is... When the people heard that all taxes were to be collected, they started to riot, and the family also stood by and watched, let alone cattle, and they didn't have the heart to cook."

Yu Qian saw that there was no smoke in the village not far away, so he walked over.

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

"... That land belongs to our family. If we collect taxes, we must come back! Otherwise, the government will collect taxes, and his family will definitely have to pay more. How will this family live by then!"

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

"It's hard to get it! The land deed belongs to his house, and he's getting angry now. If he doesn't manage it, he will put our family in prison, hey!"

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

"You stupid woman! Even if you win the case, what can you do next? Those petty officials can kill us!"

Yu Qian stood outside the house, his face sinking like water.

"My lord..." The little official who followed said awkwardly: "The country people are ignorant, this is nonsense."

"But this officer thinks this is very insightful."

Yu Qian said something coldly, and then said to the inside: "Master, can you give me a bowl of water?"

The quarrel inside came to an abrupt end, and then a barefoot man came out. Seeing that Yu Qian and the little official were both in green shirts, he cupped his hands and said, "The house is dirty, if you don't mind..."

Entering inside, a woman was weaving in the room. Seeing Yu Qian and the two coming in, she didn't bother to get up, but she didn't show any face.

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

The man brought out two bowls of water and said apologetically, "My lord, the tea in my house is too thick, so I dare not give it to you..."

"That's great, thank you."

The drizzle was falling, and Yu Qian took the opportunity to drink water and asked, "Brother, are you afraid that you won't go back to the land?"

The man smiled and said: "Nothing, the land belongs to other people's family, and the small ones are just tenants."

Yu Qian sighed slightly in his heart, then took out a treasure note, and said: "I have some fate with your family, may I have dinner here at noon?"

The man's eyes lit up, and he declined: "The meal is simple, just a simple meal, and I'm afraid the nobles won't like it. As for...money, I don't want it, I don't want it."

Yu Qian stuffed the banknotes into his hand involuntarily, and after pushing back and forth several times, the man turned his head and cursed: "How much banknotes can we get for weaving and weaving? Hurry up and cut a piece of meat, kill a chicken!" , and wine."

The woman was furious, and when she came out, she was ready to chase away people. When she saw the treasure in her husband's hand, she immediately went away with a basket happily, and took the child away by the way.