Crying Temple, you must have Crying Temple.

Even if everyone knows that the Crying Temple is useless at this time, the Crying Temple is an attitude, the Crying Temple is a principle, and the Crying Temple is a way of life......

Well, for those students in Nanjing Guozijian, this is indeed a way of life.

“…… Disaster is great, give birth to this demon! ”

In front of the Confucius Temple, there was a sea of people, and in the cyan surge, a middle-aged man in a green shirt stood on a temporary wooden platform and chanted loudly.

Although it is not appropriate to use chanting.

But Liu Zongzhou was indeed reciting the tombstones of his five people in a chanting tone.

He recited it to the gate of the Confucius Temple, although formally speaking, he should go in, but it doesn't make sense to go in, after all, they are not for other green worms to see, this kind of drama is used to wake up the people, who can see and hear it when it is read inside?

And around him, countless green insects knelt on the ground, stretching from here to the inside, and in the Dacheng Hall inside, there was another group of people paying respects, and it is said that the leader was Kong Zhenyun of the Confucian family in Quzhou, the hereditary doctor of the Five Classics of the Hanlin Academy. However, at this time, there was also a Kong Zhenyun in Beizong, and it was the list of the forty-seventh year of Wanli, and it was currently edited by the Hanlin Academy, and the Confucian family had multiplied to the present with too many people, and it was not uncommon to have a duplicate name, which was a generation higher than Quzhou.

All the green worms were crying bitterly.

Although they were basically dry howls, there were a few who shed tears.

After all, Yang Xin's scourge in this area has been too serious over the years, and it is inevitable that a few green worms will think of those friends who were persecuted by him.

"Brother Yushan, you're wrong, right?"

In the midst of the ghost crying wolf, a voice suddenly sounded.

Liu Zongzhou, who was reading the tombstone of the five people, raised his head in amazement with those green insects who were crying and mourning, and then they all showed angry expressions......

"Yang thief, come down!"

"This traitor desecrates the Temple of Literature!"

……

Then, in a chaotic roar, the green worms got up one after another, stretching out their fingers and pointing in the air in front of them.

Well, Yang Dudu is on the roof of Dacheng Gate.

Above the Dacheng Gate, which is actually a three-door gate, the roof of the green tile cornices, the target of tens of thousands of scholars at this moment, is sitting there looking at them leisurely, still holding an apple in his hand, and I don't know how he went up or when he went up, but it is obvious that there has been a while there, and the scholars who bowed to the ground just now were disgusted, as if they found a fly larvae on the plate.

They all bowed down to him.

It's outrageous!

"Yang Dudu, what should Your Excellency be guilty of desecrating the Temple of Literature?"

Liu Zongzhou looked at him and sneered.

"Brother Yingshan, don't scare me, okay? I'm obviously here to check whether the Dacheng Gate is damaged, these days it's wind and snow, and the Yangtze River is about to freeze, in case the Dacheng Gate is damaged and I can't find out, wouldn't it be a great disrespect to Confucius?

With Yang's respect for Confucius, he naturally had to come over in person.

It just so happens that Yang is also good at flying eaves and walking on the wall, which can be regarded as saving the cost of hiring workers for the imperial court, saying that I am too loyal to the country, in order to save money for the imperial court, I did not hesitate to climb so high in this winter, Brother Qishan did not praise me, but said that I was blaspheming the Temple of Literature, which made me too sad. ”

Yang Xin said.

"Shameless!"

"Despicable!"

……

There was an angry denunciation below.

Liu Zongzhou raised his hand to signal that they were all silent, although Yang Xin's explanation was very shameless, but it was indeed impossible to refute, there was no need to dwell on this kind of matter.

The green worms shut up.

"Then can Yang Dudu come down?"

Liu Zongzhou said.

"No, I haven't finished checking it yet!"

Yang Xin sat there and nibbled on an apple and said.

There was another scolding below, and at this time, the green worms inside also found him, followed by the same angry curses, and in this internal and external scolding, Yang Xin leisurely gnawed on the apple. Liu Zongzhou looked at him deeply, and then continued to read his five tombstones, but those green insects could no longer kneel, and they still knelt in front of this traitor.

"Brother Yingshan, Yang didn't offend you, right? Isn't it a bit too much for you to scold me like that! ”

Yang Xin said.

"Yang Dudu, the Han and the thief are not separate!"

Liu Zongzhou replied very dryly.

"The man and the thief are not separated, and there is nothing to say to this traitor."

One of the green worms shouted.

"The Han and the thief are not separated, the royal industry is not partial, fight with this traitorous minister, loyal ministers and righteous men, enter Beijing to reveal his true face to His Majesty, Your Majesty will not pay a penny of silver tax if he does not see us!"

Another shouted.

"Resist taxes, resist taxes, resist taxes!"

One shouted even more excitedly.

Then the remaining green worms all waved their fists and roared as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, as if they really had to pay taxes, but this was indeed the most shouted by the gentry of Jiangsu and Zhejiang in recent years, and some people were even clamoring for Nanzhili and Jiangxi provinces to fight taxes together. After all, this is the most powerful weapon in their hands, in fact, the Ming Dynasty gentry to resist taxes by this time, has become a daily operation, this pot Wanli is to blame, although he also lacks control, but the weak treatment of those who resist taxes can be said to contribute to this unhealthy trend.

Especially in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

After the tax resistance in Suzhou, Wanli's holy decree of "the reason for public indignation is justified" made this kind of behavior that originally needed to be suppressed by force reasonable.

Similarly, Ge Cheng's heroic ending also made the tax resistance glorious.

This guy is still not dead, Wanli sentenced him to death in 30 years, and now Wanli's grandson is the emperor, he is still alive and well, originally volunteered to guard the tomb of five people in history, until Chongzhen died of illness, such a special symbol, so that the tax resisters have become heroes admired by everyone.

Until now, it has not been able to reorganize.

Neither can Yang Xin.

He doesn't actually care about this, after all, the tax system is too messy, too energy-consuming, and the results are slow, far less simple than his raiding everywhere, and more importantly, the tax is easy to pass on to the poor, but raiding the house can allow him to take the opportunity to divide the land.

So he's not interested in that.

In fact, as long as the Ming Dynasty collects all the taxes that should have been collected, it will not be overstretched everywhere, but at present, there is no province that has collected all the taxes in full, and all provinces are in arrears, and the highest can be in arrears up to 50%. And Wanli is usually lenient for this kind of thing, and even if he really has no choice, he will find a reason such as the crown prince's canonization, and directly write it off, anyway, he also knows that it is impossible to collect it all, and it is useless for him to force it, and many of them are caused by the increase in escapes.

And after the 9,000-year-old came to power, the tax supervisors who were scattered were largely staring at this.

And what about the officials?

I had to find a way to complete the tax!

The Apocalypse also exempted Liao, and also forcibly stipulated by the Holy Decree that the fire consumption should not exceed 20 percent, and even Su Songchang and his area should not exceed 5 percent, thanks to Hai Rui, Hai Rui forcibly stipulated 2 percent, although it is also rising now, but after all, he has a quota there. In this way, those officials really could not find enough reasons to attack the peasants, and in addition, they were afraid that the common people would rebel if they were too ruthless, and at that time they would make themselves fall to the ground, and in the end industry and commerce would become the best choice.

It happens that the nine thousand years old encourage this again.

After all, the officials cannot be said to be completely in league with the local gentry, and they have to attack the gentry in a hurry.

Needless to say, as long as the original forgotten taxes are sorted out and the industrial and commercial taxes that should be collected are collected, then the rated tax can be completed to a large extent.

Eventually, the industrial and commercial gentry were increasingly feeling the pressure.

What's more, there are those new taxes that have been established over the years, and just one stamp duty is a headache, and the inheritance tax, which is simply abhorrent.

Now those corrupt officials like this, after all, this tax is too easy to make a windfall.

Who doesn't love an estate lawsuit?

If there is no dispute, those corrupt officials will also find a way to create disputes, and the death of a gentry will immediately make the magistrates excited, and they will use this inheritance tax to get the maximum share of the pie, and if they have slaughtered a fat sheep, they can send away those vicious tax supervisors, and they can also make a fortune themselves. Especially this kind of thing is the least dangerous, there is no need to fear that it will provoke a rebellion, in fact there is such a good thing, the other gentry will only cut a piece of meat together.

As for the poor......

The pauper has a fart legacy.

In short, not only Yang Xin is hateful, but also the corrupt officials are becoming more and more hateful, in this case, the word tax resistance appears more and more frequently in the mouths of those gentry who can't bear it.

But......

"Ladies and gentlemen, this word can't be shouted casually, it will kill people."

Yang Dudu added fuel to the fire.

"Tax resistance!"

"Resist taxes, resist taxes, don't pay taxes, look at what these traitors do!"

……

The green worms below continued to shout excitedly.

Although they don't really mean that they really want to unite to resist taxes, but at this moment, in front of this traitorous minister, there must be no retreat, this face must not be lost, and the momentum must overwhelm him, and everyone is just talking about it, not to say that it has been put into action, we shout to resist taxes, and it is not that we really resist taxes, what can Yang Xin do to them?

It is said that a bunch of civil officials in the Dacheng Hall are also watching the excitement at this time.

And Yang Xin can't arrest people, the whole area is full of scholars, this crying temple has a total of more than 7,000 talents and prisoners, plus more than 10,000 children participated, almost all the scholars around Nanjing arrived, including some Zhejiang and Jiangxi. They blocked the entire Confucian Temple, and even the bridge of the Qinhuai River was crowded with people, plus those who watched the excitement, it can be said that the entire neighborhood was impassable, and Yang Xin couldn't get in even if he wanted Jinyiwei to arrest them.

"It's illegal to resist taxes!"

Yang Xin stood up and shouted righteously.

The green worms below looked at him in amazement, and then burst into a very happy laugh.

"Resist taxes, resist taxes!"

One of them shook his fist and howled.

"I repeat, it is illegal to gather a crowd to agitate against taxes."

Yang Dudu shouted again.

"Resist taxes, resist taxes!"

……

A tsunami-like answer followed.