At the end of September.

At the foot of the southern mountain in Nanjing.

"Sow a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn. There is no idle field in the world, and the farmers starve to death. Today I finally have to avoid the blame from the ancients. Looking back at the past, I really feel ashamed of the people!"

His Majesty the Emperor sighed in the harvest rice fields.

During this period, he has been accustomed to saying shame to the people. In this way, the effect is very good.

The people really respect His Majesty the Emperor.

However, the consequences are also very serious, that is, the sacredness of the imperial power has disappeared.

After all, it is difficult for the people to be afraid of an emperor who calls him wrong every day. For the people, he is a good person and a good emperor, but that's all. The word emperor itself has no sacredness, and the true dragon emperor is a complete joke.

However, His Majesty the Emperor still enjoys this and shows his joy with the people.

In less than four months, these rice that started planting rice after the truce have entered the harvest season.

At this moment, a golden field was filled with busy farmers, who were happily harvesting their own labor fruits.

At least most of them belong to themselves.

The silver was gone, the silver was lost, and the land tax was re-determined to approximately one tenth. However, in fact, different disciplines, or tax rates were formulated based on the farmland situation, but roughly one tenth of the yield per mu, which was not theoretically low. The land tax in the Ming Dynasty was determined by Zhu Yuanzhang. In fact, the land tax in the civilian land was roughly one twenty, and the heavy tax was only one tenth of the official land.

but……

Now there is only tax food!

After paying the tax grain equivalent to one-tenth of the output, all the rest belongs to you.

After all, taxation is not a little more, but a fear that it cannot be collected clearly. Whether it is one-twentieth or one-tenth, or even one-fifth, it can be accepted by the people. One-fifth is a completely acceptable number for self-cultivated farmers. But I am afraid that it cannot be clearly understood, and then all kinds of messes are added into it. A fire consumption can make the people suffer. Although fire consumption only occurs after a whip method, the loss has been there since ancient times.

In the past, when ordinary people handed over food, they also had to pay various losses.

Although the loss has nothing to do with them, it is impossible for the official to pay for it himself, so he still has to charge them by adding them.

There is no standard for additional collection.

There are no standards, but ordinary officials and men rely on their conscience...

If they have one.

There is another new land tax system, that is, whenever officials collect anything else, they will be directly tied up by militia to Beijing, and those who dare to resist will be killed.

This one is enough.

"Your Majesty is now worthy of the Holy Lord and the King!"

Yang Feng appropriately praised him.

Then an old farmer who was pushing a cart by the way, looked at His Majesty the Emperor excitedly, and quickly lay on the ground...

"Long live, the grass people have lived for more than fifty years and finally saw the prosperous age. Long live my emperor!"

He said crying.

Then there was a sound of mountains surrounding him shouting long live.

His Majesty the Emperor helped the old farmer up, then waved his hand to the surrounding farmers to show that they did not need much politeness.

The old farmer was so excited that he pushed his car with sacks and continued to walk towards his home.

"Your Majesty does not need to blame himself. There were difficulties at that time. The court needed the land tax after all. After all, hundreds of thousands of troops on the nine sides, the royal family, the civil and military officials of the court, all the food and clothing came from land tax. The court had always lacked money and food. If this were the case, where did the money and food in the court need?"

Jiao Xun said unbearably.

Who can't do good people?

If you hadn't had the house confiscated tens of millions, you would still have the right to show off here and play the role of the wise lord?

Still have the face to show off?

You dare to play like this, but you are not kind and smart.

But you have been trampling on the Nanjing nobles and wealthy families for two hundred years, without their blood and tears, or even their corpses. Just now, the Nanjing court still wants to love the people like their children? It was already Tama who carried a knife and forced the people to feed you more than 100,000 troops, not to mention building guns and cannons, and other new warships.

Looking at their faces, Jiao Ge Lao seemed to be seeing countless unjust souls crying in the sky.

"Master Jiao Ge, please explain, how did the annual income of 33 million yuan a year at Taizu's time become 24 million yuan when His Majesty? As far as I know, this is still high. It was even at a minimum of 18 million stones. When Taizu was 20 taxes for civil land, the taxes for official land were only 10 taxes for official land. In other words, the taxes for land during Taizu's time were actually not much higher than that of Your Majesty now. When Taizu's time, the population was only half now, and the land was much smaller.

Of course, I know the number of our court.

When Taizu was able to rely on such a tax rate to collect 33 million stones with a smaller land population, how did it become 18 million later?”

Yang Feng said.

Jiao Xun was speechless.

"Old Jiao Ge, you and I know very well that our Ming Dynasty has never been a question of the tax rate. Not to mention one tenth, or one twenty, Taizu could still collect 33 million stones. On the contrary, the heavy taxes and miscellaneous taxes were rampant. When the fire consumption was 20%, the imperial court would only have 24 million stones left.

Is this a tax rate issue?

Yang can gamble with Ge Lao and wait for the collection of autumn taxes in Jiangning, Shangyuan, Lishui and Jurong counties to be completed. Compared with the past autumn taxes, if it cannot reach twice, Yang will lose to you the garden of Mochou Lake. If it exceeds twice, then Jiao Ge Lao needs to admit defeat in front of the people. Jiao Ge, are you interested? That is the garden of Mochou Lake."

Yang Feng said.

"I never gamble in my life."

Jiao Ge Lao said calmly.

What a bet!

Most of the land in Shangyuan and Jiangning in the past was in the hands of nobles, and the nobles basically did not pay taxes. The Duke of Wei alone would probably have hundreds of thousands of acres. Now the Xu family has only 5,000 acres left, which means that his family alone would have to pay taxes for hundreds of thousands of acres. If other nobles were added, it would be possible to add twice this autumn tax this year, not to mention twice, but also twice. Although the silver and corvee-service discounts were exempted, these two were registered in the household registration. Before, there were only 3,000 households in Shangyuan County, which was equivalent to confiscating them in the past.

And it’s not just the nobles who did not pay taxes in the past, but the same is true for those wealthy families.

In the past, his family had two hundred acres of tax-free land, which was legal under his name. However, because of the top scorer, the government would not check the amount of land at all, and then he put all his brothers and sisters into his name. Therefore, his family, his brothers and sisters' families, and even his son-in-law's family, had not paid taxes in total, and this was also a common practice for local gentry, which means that an official could even pay taxes even if the entire family...

This is a convention.

And it is all open and upright.

After Dong Sicheng from Huzhou passed the imperial examination, he directly requested the local county magistrate to exempt him from the land. He clearly wrote that the family had four people who originally undertaken corvee labor, several land, a land run by his brother-in-law, and a land run by the poor in the clan. In short, he dared to ask the ministers to be respected and given mercy...

What else can the county magistrate do?

I am just a seventh-rank official, and people have clearly stated that I am a minister. Of course, I have to be decent about the ministers in this way!

All the chaos around Nanjing is now swept by Yang Feng.

All land properties of any kind in the past are cleared and land deeds are issued again. No matter what identity everyone has, they are not exempt from taxes and pay taxes. They do not collect silver, but directly collect grain. In this way, the tax will not be increased by four times. That is a joke.

Betting is losing.

Jiao Zhuangyuan has no hobby to admit defeat in public.

"If you don't dare to gamble, you don't dare to gamble, there is no need to make any excuses."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

He is completely convinced of the number twice.

It is hard to say anything else, but because of the special group of nobles, the state of the county around Nanjing, almost most of the land has not been paid taxes in the past.

There are only more than 3,000 households in Shangyuan County who are engaged in corvee service!

In theory, half of Nanjing City has registered, and only more than 3,000 households need to pay taxes!

What an exaggeration.

While they were talking, Li Zhi walked up with a middle-aged man wearing a green robe, wearing a poor scholar, but his expression was a bit sinister. When he walked to Wanli, the man quickly knelt down and gave a great gift, while Li Zhi just bowed and bowed as usual.

"Your Majesty, Li Dan, a native of Quanzhou, Fujian, offered ten thousand taels of silver to help Your Majesty fight against the rebels."

Li Zhi said.

"Li Dan, a businessman from Quanzhou, Fujian, bowed to His Majesty, long live my emperor."

Li Dan lay there and said in the Mandarin language of Southern Fujian.

"As a businessman, if you do such a righteous act, you can also be as high as the ancient legend. You will be given the order to the Fengzheng doctor, give him flying fish clothes, and be kind to his son to the Imperial College, and posthumously awarded his father Zhongxian doctor!"

His Majesty the Emperor said with relief.

Li Dan hurriedly lay there and thanked him. He could see that he was really excited and trembled a little.

It has to be said that a pirate king was actually made like this by a fifth-rank prose who had no salary, no position, and had no other use except for the monument carved on the monument after his death, which made Yang Feng sigh. The situation was still small, and it was no wonder that his home was finally confiscated by the Spanish people. Speaking of which, it was just the Spanish army in Manila, and tens of thousands of Chinese who were both pirates and maritime merchants, if they had an ambitious leader, they would definitely be able to fight back.

"Li Dan, I heard that you have a gold mountain in Manila?"

Yang Feng asked.

This is a story circulating in the Americas. The Spanish used his hands to input too much silver into the Ming Dynasty, and they were so jealous that they spread rumors that he had a gold medal.

Li Dan looked at him in confusion...

"This is Kaiyuan Bo!"

Li Zhi quickly introduced.

"Xiaguan has met Kaiyuan Bo. Xiaguan has been doing business for generations, traveling to Yuegang and Manila. The Red-haired officials have done a lot of business, so this is just a joke. If there is really a gold medal, it will be a backup for Your Majesty."

Li Dan said.
To be continued...