Xu Jie occupied 240,000 mu of land, and I don’t know how many people’s chins were shocked, but now he has hired 360,000 hectares. It can be seen how many people have land in the royal family of the honorary family. The key is not to pay taxes.

With the current land and population of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yijun did not oppose the existence of big landlords, and the small glacier period was about to arrive, so he was not panicked if he had food.

Zhu Yijun is concerned about taxes. If you don’t pay taxes so much, it’s not appropriate.

The land owned by nobles and royal families according to their titles is determined to die, and these lands are not taxed, which is in line with the laws of the Ming Dynasty. However, the hidden land is not in accordance with the rules and regulations, and is completely a hooligan.

"How do you plan to deal with these land masters?" Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Juzheng and asked.

"I am going to give the heavens to the people who have no land." Zhang Juzheng bowed and said, "After all, people also need to cultivate these lands, and the people who originally planted these lands have a way out."

"The court can also receive more taxes, which is a matter of killing two birds with one stone."

Zhang Juzheng's method sounds good, but Zhu Yijun thinks it's not very good. If you really want to do this, you can't get any money, so that's not a waste of money. As for tax payment, Zhu Yijun can only laugh.

If you continue to split, you will still become what you are like in a few years. This is not possible.

Unlike Zhang Juzheng's idea, Zhu Yijun wanted to pay taxes for the whole people, and even the emperor himself had to pay taxes. After all, the inner treasury and the imperial village were the emperor's private property, and the Ming Dynasty's treasury and the emperor's treasury were still clearly divided.

The problem with the Ming Dynasty was not land annexation, but the court had no money and could not collect taxes.

Zhu Yijun had long seen this clearly. If the imperial court had money, he could buy grain and save grain. If he had good fortune, he could keep grain in a good year, and ensure the price of grain to prevent low grain from hurting farmers, distributing grain in the year, and providing relief to the victims. It is because he had no money and you had no money to buy grain. If you are poor, you should be a pants. This is the fundamental problem.

What should I do if I tie all my manpower to the land? There are many things that require people to do later.

"I think it's better to sell these lands!" Zhu Yijun said lightly: "Whether it's a noble or a gentry, you can pay for it as long as you want. The court can hold a land transaction in each province, and the higher the price will be."

Zhu Yijun felt that these lands would definitely be sold for a lot of money and would be able to do a lot of things by then.

"Of course, taxes cannot be ignored. All these places are registered. No matter who buys them, the taxes that should be paid every year will still be paid."

Zhang Juzheng was stunned. Will anyone buy this? Zhang Juzheng felt that the possibility was not high.

The land production is limited, and the reason why people are willing to invest is because the tenant rent is lower than the tax. The landlord rents the land and is exempted from taxes. The land rent paid is his income. If the land rent still has to be paid, it will definitely cause the land rent to rise.

Tenant farmers have to be responsible for both land rent and tax payment, which is a lot of pressure!

The land yield is low. If you farm like this, the tenant farmers will not even be able to eat enough!

Zhang Juzheng shook his head like a rattle, and explained the matter seriously to Zhu Yijun, and told Zhu Yijun clearly that it would not work. These lands were originally owned by tenant farmers. If you sell them back, those noble families will only exploit tenant farmers even more.

The tenant farmers of a family of five are desperately working hard to farm and pay the land rent and land tax, so they are afraid they will be half hungry!

"Zhang Jing, go and bring the things to the sir!" Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Jing, and the expression on his face remained unchanged at all. He said to Zhang Jing with a smile.

Zhang Jing agreed, and then ordered the eunuch to get the things.

Not long after, a few eunuchs walked in with a tray. Zhu Yijun also walked down from the dragon chaise and came to the front of the tray. He reached out and picked up a round thing, and said to Zhang Juzheng: "Sir, this is called Potato!"

"It can cook and satisfy your hunger. This is cooked and this is roasted. Sir, try it."

Zhang Juzheng looked at the round ball in his hand, reached out to break a piece, then took a bite, and it was very soft and nodded.

"The land can be stored for several months without breaking down, and the yield per mu is 3,000 kilograms!" When he said this, Zhu Yijun smiled and said, "In my imperial village, the highest yield per mu is 5,000 kilograms."

"How many?" Zhang Juzheng didn't believe his ears: "Five thousand jin?"

Zhang Juzheng has been busy becoming an official for many years and has no intention of farming. In fact, the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty have all had this virtue.

The promotion of land and sweet potatoes even took until Xu Guangqi and Zhu Yijun during the Chongzhen period came to the Ming Dynasty and asked people to find seeds and plant them. Now it is finally time to take them out, this is the magical tool.

"This is called sweet potato, with a yield of thousands of kilograms per mu. This is roasted. I like it the most." As he said that, Zhu Yijun broke a piece of roasted sweet potato and handed it to Zhang Juzheng.

Zhang Juzheng picked it up and took a bite. Can this yield a thousand kilograms per mu?

Zhu Yijun picked up another corn and said to Zhang Juzheng: "This is called corn, it is grain, it can be ground into noodles, this is a cake with corn flour. Try it and it tastes good."

Zhu Yijun didn't eat the corn flour pancake, and it was not the bread that made the noodles. It was a bit choked and it was difficult to eat.

Zhang Juzheng broke a piece of corn cake and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, this, this."

"These are all things that I have been in the imperial farm. It has been several years since I was thinking about how to promote it. This time it is a good opportunity. For those who buy land, the imperial farm can provide seeds."

Zhu Yijun smiled and said, "After planting these things and paying rent and land tax, tenants can have enough food. By the way, renting the land to me will definitely die."

"The land rent for those who buy land can only be collected according to the regulations of the court. It is not enough to collect too much, but it is okay to collect too little. This is called the upper limit, so they cannot collect rent randomly. The taxes of the court all have fixed quotas, so how can they collect rent randomly?"

"As for how to make them believe in the yield of these crops, I think no one dares to doubt me and Mr."

Zhang Juzheng nodded. Of course, this person who dares to doubt his conversation with the emperor today is enough.

"Zhang Jing from the Huidong Factory came out of Beijing with an imperial edict, and auctioned one by one, and the corresponding seeds would also be brought over. There will be people familiar with planting in the imperial village and teach them how to plant these things."

Zhang Juzheng listened to Zhu Yijun's words, why is he, the emperor student, ready?

"Sir, do you think what I have arranged?" Zhang Juzheng nodded and said, "Of course it's good."
Chapter completed!