Zhu Shun, the crown prince Zhu Cihong, and Gu Yanwu had just finished discussing the taxes after the land reform and how to collect them, and they were just about to arrange for people to gather all the people and announce the matter in front of all the people.

After all, if such a low tax is made to others, the common people will definitely not believe it, and they will definitely think that this is another trap.

After the common people agreed, they would set up various projects to collect taxes, and the common people had seen too many such examples.

Only when the crown prince Zhu Cihong said it in person, the common people would believe it, because he had already identified himself after the end of the land reform.

In the minds of the common people, the trust of the Prince of Daming and the Prince of Daming is the same, and they all count with a mouthful of spit and a nail.

With the dignity of the dignified Ming prince, he will definitely not deceive the people, saying that it is according to the tax of only one percent, and it will definitely be one percent.

Before Zhu Shun, the crown prince Zhu Cihong, and Gu Yanwu had not yet walked out of the pavilion, an army martial arts student walked over, his arm in the air, and his fist to his heart: "Mountain chief, there is an old man outside who wants to come in." ”

There are so many old men in Miyun County, and there is only one one who dares to come to the prince Zhu Cihong directly.

The crown prince Zhu Cihong nodded: "Let the old lady come in." ”

The old man with a cigarette bag was flattered and walked into the backyard where only the official master could enter, and he didn't dare to approach when he saw the official uniform worn by the prince Zhu Cihong.

After kowtowing to the crown prince Zhu Cihong from afar, he dared to ask: "Little Lao'er came here this time because I wanted to ask the prince." ”

The old man with the cigarette bag didn't know how to add an honorific title to the prince, but fortunately, the biggest awe in his mind was a master, so he added a master behind the prince.

The old man with the cigarette bag said a word to the prince, and secretly saw the prince Zhu Cihong, wanting to see what kind of expression it was.

In case the prince Zhu Cihong was upset, the old man with the cigarette bag hurriedly kowtowed to the prince, and said nothing else.

What the old man didn't expect was that the prince Zhu Cihong walked out of the pavilion directly, and his steps were still very hurried.

The crown prince Zhu Cihong walked in front of the old man with a cigarette pouch and immediately picked up the old man with a cigarette pouch: "The old lady is over sixty years old, according to the rules of our Ming Dynasty, even if you are lonely, you have to shout an old lady." ”

"Where can the old lady keep kneeling here, get up quickly."

The old man with the cigarette bag listened to a lot of what the prince Zhu Cihong said in a crepe manner, and he didn't know what he said, but the meaning here was understood.

But how dare he stand up, it was the prince who lived in the Forbidden City, and he had already said it in the play, and a single sentence could decide the life and death of hundreds of people.

That's a few hundred people, and a word from the prince can decide the life or death of a village.

Such a big man, of course the old man with the cigarette bag didn't dare to be disrespectful to him, but still insisted on kneeling.

The crown prince Zhu Cihong couldn't resist the old man with a cigarette bag, and in the end he really had no choice, so he asked two students from the army martial arts hall to help the old man with a cigarette bag.

After the old man stood up, he trembled and didn't dare to speak, if it weren't for the two army martial arts hall students who supported him, he would have knelt down again.

The crown prince Zhu Cihong really had no choice but to go back first, and let Gu Yanwu, who looked more generous and kind, over.

Gu Yanwu has often dealt with the people in the fields in the past month, and everyone knows that he is the cousin of the county, and he is the parent official of the county.

The word parents, in addition to majesty, also has a sense of intimacy mixed with a sense of identity.

Gu Yanwu came over, and the cigarette pouch boss finally relaxed a little, and he didn't need to be supported by two army martial arts students.

Gu Yanwu said: "If the old lady has anything to say, if he can do it, Benzhi County will definitely do it." ”

When the old man heard this, he was completely relieved, and he patted his chest in front of several ancestral hall patriarchs, and he couldn't help but be a little twisted at this time: "It's not a big deal, I just want to ask how much food will be paid this year." ”

"Xiao Lao'er and the patriarch of the ancestral hall have also discussed, not too much, as long as it can hold two achievements, the remaining eighty percent will be handed over to the government."

When Gu Yanwu heard an eight-way deal to the government, he was suddenly speechless, as if something was blocking his throat.

This is the kindest person in the Ming Dynasty, he has worked hard to grow food for half a year, but in the end he has to give eighty percent of the harvest to the government, and he looks like he has taken a big advantage.

Gu Yanwu knew that with 1,000 catties of grain per mu, even if he handed over eighty percent of the people, he would still have 200 catties of grain left, which was already a great advantage.

But some things can't be counted like this, the government has done nothing but provided land, and these lands are still fought down by these ordinary people.

Jiangshan said that it was fought by Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang and the founding fathers, but it was the common people who died the most.

The common people are already satisfied with cultivating the land they have laid down by themselves, and they are already satisfied with only 20%.

The government used the land that the common people had beaten down and then leased it to the common people, and did nothing about the cultivation of grain, but in the end it fell eighty percent.

Gu Yanwu's eyes were red, he didn't know what to say, he looked at the panicked old man with a cigarette pouch seriously, and looked at this one who only asked for two percent of the harvest.

As long as the common people have 20% of the grain they have worked hard to cultivate, they still look panicked and uneasy, and solemnly said: "Old lady, please rest assured, I will give the old lady a satisfactory answer about this year's taxes." ”

"The old lady actually came, so I helped notify the leaders of the ancestral halls of each village to come over, after all, I brought the people of each village."

"Five days later, at the gate of the county government, it was officially announced how much the tax would be for this year and beyond."

"But there is one thing, please rest assured, it will definitely not exceed fifty percent, and Benzhi County will vouch for it with its own reputation."

When the old man with the cigarette pouch heard that Gu Yanwu was vouching for his reputation, he was completely relieved, and he was even more panicked.

They are mud legs, how can He De let a magistrate use his reputation as a guarantee, and quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Gu Yanwu again: "Little Lao'er has thanked Master Qingtian here, and in the future, Xiao Lao'er must make a new word for Lord Qingtian at home." ”

Gu Yanwu just did what a county magistrate should do, and it was also the duty of an official to let the people of the county eat.

I didn't expect it to be such a most important move, but it made the old man with a cigarette bag kneel down and kowtow gratefully, and the situation of the old man with the bag under his eyes basically shows what the people think at this time.

Gu Yanwu helped the old man who picked up the cigarette, and strengthened his belief in his heart that he must completely complete the land reform in Daming.