The benevolence of the Han Dynasty was more or less like this, and in the face of a harsh regime, the peasant class, with only a meager income, was the least able to resist the unexpected. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Under the exploitation of the imperial court, they may be able to survive with difficulty. But a serious illness, a lawsuit, and a catastrophe can destroy a family.

As for the merchants, although their social status is not high, they are rich.

The ancients were ashamed to talk about money, but the magic of money could not be clearer to Ma Zhong, as a later generation.

The Han Dynasty imposed heavy taxes on merchants, but it was a double poll tax according to the standard of peasants.

Nominally, it's very heavy, but that little money is really not enough for a businessman to stuff his teeth.

Later, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty majestically added heavy taxes to merchants!

How much is the heavy tax? This is equivalent to a tax rate of 6%. Now those who sell steamed buns, the tax burden of the layers adds up to far more than this number.

And there's a very clever thing about it.

That is, when the tax is levied, it is taxed according to the value of the goods.

For example, I bought a brocade in Shudi and spent 80,000 yuan. Naturally, the tax of six percent is paid according to the eighty thousand dollars.

However, what about when my brocade arrives in Luoyang. I can sell it for ten times the price, and I can make eight hundred thousand.

Hehe, this is already taxed goods.

The eight hundred thousand in the back have nothing to do with the imperial court.

The value of this thing is 80,000, I just sold it a little more expensive, does it matter?

Under this brain-dead system, businessmen are not only not suppressed, but live extremely nourishingly.

There are too many empty words and clichés in the history books, too many saints and emperors, how many people are actually worthy of the people who worship themselves?

Eating the offerings of the people, doing cruel and unknown things, but he has become a word-of-mouth king.

Ma Zhong asked tentatively, "What does Mrs. Sun mean, how much should the merchant be taxed?" ”

Sun Shangxiang's beautiful eyes looked at Ma Zhong, and he said without blinking, "Three times!" ”

This Nima!

Ma Zhong gasped and said that you are Dong Zhuo of the women's middle school, and I don't wronged you at all. Triple taxes, how dare you think?

Looking at Ma Zhong's shocked gaze, Sun Shangxiang raised her smooth and beautiful little chin indifferently, "Whatever they want, let them get out if they don't pay taxes." ”

He added, "In the end, they paid their taxes anyway." This means that there is no problem with my taxes at all. ”

Ma Zhong originally wanted to say, you are a forced ancient person, do you know what kind of prosperity the market economy means?

Sun Shangxiang's next sentence completely interrupted Ma Zhong's superfluous thoughts.

"Anyway, those goods, those who can afford it can still afford it, and those who can't afford it still can't afford it."

Only then did Ma Zhong wake up and secretly scolded himself for being brainless.

Now is the era of self-sufficient small-scale peasant economy, how can ordinary people have so much extra money to spend. Relying on the market to drive prosperity is completely unrealistic.

The biggest problem restricting the development of this society is the food problem.

Only when a part of the population can produce enough food for the needs of the whole society without farming will there be people who are out of production to form an economic society.

The current level of social production may have so much food, but it has not yet formed a sufficient commodity circulation.

At present, most of the goods sold by merchants belong to the landlords above the middle class.

Ma Zhong could only bow down, "Mrs. Sun's words also have some truth, but General Zhao's military order, I dare not disobey." Jiangshang, as well as the tax collectors along the way, forget that Mrs. Sun can remove it for the sake of General Zhao. ”

"Oh?" Sun Shangxiang sighed, without much expression on his face.

Then he said flatly, "What General Zhao ordered you, you tell me in detail." ”

Ma Zhong was about to speak, but Sun Shangxiang suddenly looked around, "You all stand down, I have always respected General Zhao, and I don't want to hear someone chew the root of his tongue." ”

Those guards and maids all bowed down and retreated, leaving only Zhu Ganglie and the woman who pretended to be Sun Shangxiang before.

Ma Zhongxin said, "It's here." ”

Sun Shangxiang was suspicious before, and he had given the ambushed eyeliner enough room for imagination.

The next words are related to Zhao Yun, and I believe there will not be too much valuable things.

When everyone retreated, Zhu Ganglie personally stood in front of the door to guard, and the woman stood on Sun Shangxiang's left and right to serve.

Sun Shangxiang glanced at Ma Zhong and said lightly, "Say, what did you guess?" ”

Ma Zhong stabilized his mind, sorted out his thoughts, and then said boldly.

"Mrs. Sun, although the commercial tax is heavy, if my expectation is correct, those tax collectors are just a means for you to cover up people's ears, and your real wealth actually comes from - smuggling!"

"How do you know!?" The woman beside Sun Shangxiang couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

The expression on Sun Shangxiang's face did not change in the slightest, but instead glanced at the woman with a smile, "Sister Bing, why are you so breathless." ”

Then, Sun Shangxiang continued to Ma Zhong, "You go on. ”

Ma Zhong pretended to be puzzled, "What? ”

However, Ma Zhong's behavior of snatching back the initiative was not ignored by Sun Shangxiang at all, "If you don't continue to say something, take what to get out of this room alive." ”

As he spoke, he swept his gaze to the generals of Baili, "Is it him?" It looks pretty good. ”

The certainty in Ma Zhong's heart gradually dissipated, and Sun Shangxiang really couldn't let himself handle it.

Ma Zhong could only continue with difficulty.

"Levy heavy taxes on merchants, although they can get a good amount of money. But Mrs. Sun must also know that these are only temporary floating wealth, and it is difficult to become a long-term source of wealth. After a long time, once the merchants bypassed this place, how could Mrs. Sun feed her two thousand soldiers and horses. ”

Sun Shangxiang looked at Ma Zhong quietly, his eyes calm and terrifying.

Ma Zhong glanced at Sun Shangxiang, and then continued, "What's even more interesting is that those merchants actually went to the mouth of the oil river one after another despite heavy taxes, don't you think it's strange." ”

"I have heard the saying that when the profit reaches fifty percent, the merchant will do whatever it takes; When the profit reaches 100 percent, the merchant takes a risk; When the profit reaches 200 percent, the merchant dares to trample on all the laws, dignity and morality of the world and sacrifice his life for money. ”

"But, ma'am, you tell me that you have levied a heavy tax of three hundred percent. What is it that keeps merchants coming to it? ”

Sun Shangxiang is really not a simple muscular girl, her eyes flashed, and she finally became serious.

"Oh? And you tell me? What is the reason? ”

Ma Zhong said softly, "I guess all the secrets are on those tax ships that floated away, right?" ”

Sun Shangxiang was obviously not very satisfied with this answer, and asked with a frown, "Just like that?" I don't think I said anything. ”

Ma Zhong asked in a low voice, "Does Mrs. Sun really want me to tell the truth?" (To be continued.) )