Chapter 2019: Competing with the People for Profits, 1 Tax System

When Yu Jia hurried out, she saw Fang Xing and several sergeants chatting happily.

It's just that the corners of his mouth twitched a bit when he spoke. When he looked closer, it turned out to be cracked.

"Bo Xinghe, Your Majesty has summoned me."

Fang Xing put down his teacup, pointed at the servants behind him and said, "Brothers, please give them something warm. That Fang Wu, remember to give the brothers some money."

The sergeants immediately refused and said, "Uncle, you are too polite. It's just a matter of a few pots of tea. It's not worth the money! Go quickly."

Fang Xing was stunned and didn't insist, so he just cupped his hands and followed Yu Jia in.

All the way to Qianqing Palace, the monarchs and ministers in the palace felt a little pity when they saw Fang Xing's appearance.

His face was full of cuts, his skin was purple, and his hands looked rough like old tree bark...

After saluting, Zhu Zhanji's eyes dimmed slightly, and he turned his head slightly and said, "Go... get a bowl of medicinal tea for Uncle Xinghe."

Fang Xing cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry. I was just in a hurry and am in good health."

Are you here to ask for help?

The eyes of the ministers moved slightly. Some were secretly happy, some were expressionless, and some were filled with sorrow...

Zhu Zhanji hesitated for a moment and said, "Bo Xinghe has worked hard all the way. Let's go home and rest first."

This was to suppress the news, but Fang Xing held his hand and said, "Your Majesty, nothing is wrong in Jinan."

Zhu Zhanji's heart finally dropped, and he asked, "I received an urgent report the day before yesterday that someone was intercepting and killing someone on a rainy night. How about it?"

This was something that all the ministers were concerned about. There were evil rumors outside, but the emperor refused to go into detail. In the end, he had to rely on rumors to get detailed information. Talking about it made me cry!

Zhu Zhanji asked with a smile: "It is said that Xin Laoqi is one against a hundred, but is it true?"

The memorial was written by Fang Xing himself, so Zhu Zhanji would not doubt it. The purpose of mentioning it again was just to let the officials feel the rampant behavior of those people.

"Xin Laoqi fought alone that night and killed more than seventy people!"

"oh!"

"Oh my God! There are such vicious people!?"

“This…can’t be…I heard that those people are all dead.

"

The officials were shocked and also doubtful.

"He is a hero!"

Fang Xing said categorically: "Mr. Yu, Xin Laoqi stopped the chaos in Jinan City. If Fang was killed at that time, Jinan City would definitely turn into flames, and those people would take the opportunity to cause trouble!"

The ministers all nodded. If Fang Xing died at that time, Jinan City would definitely become a battlefield.

Those people would use a dilapidated city to remind the emperor: Stop messing around. If you keep messing around, Ming Dynasty will become a mess!

But there are also people who are secretly regretting that the atmosphere in the hall is a bit weird!

Fang Xing smiled, and the crack at the corner of his mouth was twitched. He frowned and said: "In private, Xin Laoqi protected the Lord with his own body and was not afraid of death. Fang thought at that time that in the court, if everyone was not afraid of death, , Everyone is fair, what will happen in the Ming Dynasty? "

He turned his gaze to Wu Xun, nodded and said: "The Shandong capital commander Li Wei was seduced by a woman and sat back and watched the city unattended. Fang Mou had already killed him in front of the camp."

The warriors were a little embarrassed. They could only do what they commanded, but Li Wei didn't know who he belonged to.

When Zhu Zhanji saw that Fang Xing still wanted to provoke Wu Xun, he said: "I already know about this matter. That Li Wei is useless. He almost missed the big event at the critical moment. If he hadn't been the leader on the spot, I would have used his head to do it." Warn the troops."

The Wu Xuns all apologized, and Zhu Zhanji said: "It is so important to clean up the land. Those who derelict in their duties... cannot be forgiven. Jiang Xuze, the right-hand minister, took the whole family and exiled... to Sumatra!"

Fang Xing was watching. After Zhu Zhanji's decision was made, he saw that almost all the civil servants looked gloomy.

Being exiled to Sumatra would be a life worse than death!

"Now that an acre of land in Jinan has been cleared, the next step is to divest the donated land. Pay attention to the people!"

Zhu Zhanji saw through the key points in this matter. Now, those who oppose the most fiercely are probably those farmers who donated their land to the gentry!

You can't say you're sorry for this kind of thing, you can only say it's the people's lack of sense of security.

They were afraid that after breaking away from the protection of the gentry, the petty officials and grain chiefs would throw them into the eighteenth level of hell and make them cry with taxes.

"Your Majesty, I think there is only one way to solve this matter!"

"Oh! Let's talk to Bo."

Fang Xing-->>

There must be something important to rush back to the capital, so could it be this?

Not only Zhu Zhanji, but also the officials also pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

Fang Xing's eyes gradually calmed down and he said: "I believe that the key reason why the people are willing to donate is that the Ming Dynasty did not give them a sense of security, prompting them to give up the land at the risk of losing their money."

sense of security?

"sense of security?"

Jin Youzi asked: "Uncle Xinghe, can you elaborate more?"

Fang Xing nodded and said: "In other words, the Ming Dynasty...has not fulfilled its responsibilities. The people are in danger and fear the government like a tiger. They are scared and afraid that the Ming Dynasty cannot protect them!"

Jin Youzi's face suddenly turned red, his body shook a few times, and he hissed: "Uncle Xinghe, what you said...what you said is totally rebellious!"

Fang Xing said solemnly: "It is a fact that the people are in danger. Whether it is taxes or various plunders from below, or even hard work can ruin their families, I dare to ask Mr. Jin..."

His eyes slowly turned, and some of the officials looked at him, no, they glared at him angrily.

How dare you, Fang Xing, say such things?

Where do you put Daming?

Fang Xing pointed to the sky and asked in a sonorous voice: "May I ask you, who will protect them? Who is protecting them?"

An official came out of work and said: "Uncle Xinghe, if the people have enough to eat and have houses to live in, this means they can live and work in peace and contentment, so what kind of protection do they need?!"

Fang Xing looked at him with disdain and said, "Why not eat minced meat?"

The official was so angry that he pointed at Fang Xing and said loudly: "Uncle Xinghe, you...you are so rebellious!"

Why not eat minced meat? This is a bit of a mistake.

But Zhu Zhanji was just silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fang Xing didn't want to talk to people with such ideas. He turned around and said, "Your Majesty, I believe that a single tax system is feasible at present!"

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly turned cold, as if winter had arrived early.

How old is the agricultural tax?

countless!

And once the one-tax system is tried out, it will almost cut off many people's financial resources.

This is not terrible. What is terrible is that the local government can no longer use the money and food collected to support non-staff personnel.

If all officials are within the establishment...

Imperial power goes to the countryside!

This idea flashed through the minds of the ministers in the hall almost at the same time!

Fang Dehua!

Countless pairs of eyes may seem indifferent, but the hatred hidden deep inside can almost destroy the entire imperial city!

You must know that their family relies on the imperial power in their hometown and does not go to the countryside, so that they can live a comfortable life.

The imperial power is sent to the countryside, that is...

"That's Bao Qin..."

After an exclamation, everything fell silent.

Zhu Zhanji's face was livid, his eyes flickering, and it seemed that a storm was brewing.

Yang Rong came out of the classroom and said: "Uncle Xinghe, in the past Qin Dynasty, the imperial power did not neglect the countryside. The position of head of the village is the embodiment of the imperial power in the countryside!"

This is a good refutation!

Fang Xing said, "Mr. Yang talked about the chief, but what can the chief do? In the eyes of the gentry, the chief is no better than a domestic slave!"

His lips curled up slightly, not in a smile but in anger, a quiver of rage.

"Does Mr. Li Changxiang have the strength to fight back in front of the gentry?"

Fang Xing said angrily: "The gentry are all colluding with the officials. Who dares to offend them? With the annexation of various places being so serious, where is the old man in Changxiang? They don't dare to give a damn, and many of them even join in and share the wealth together! This Is this what you call the imperial power going to the countryside? Fang thinks this is just deceiving the superiors! If this continues, the places below the county level will no longer belong to the gentry!"

"The DPRK and the Central Government decided to clean up the fields. Do you know what those people said?"

Fang Xing closed his eyes, looked sad, and said slowly: "Competing with the people for profit..."

Compete with the people for profit!

Some people nodded seriously, while others glanced disdainfully at Fang Xing.

"Who are those people?"

Zhu Zhanji's words were shocking. Fang Xing cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, the so-called people are probably the gentry and farmers who donated their land."

Zhu Zhanji said calmly: "Farmers contribute just to pay less land rent and suffer less labor, but why do the gentry also get involved?"