When he heard three taels of silver per stone, Hou Guoxing's hand on the woman's buttocks tightened violently. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hou Gongzi, you are so bad, you have hurt others!" After the woman was in pain, she hooked Hou Guoxing's neck with her backhand and became coquettish.

"It hurts, wait until Ben Gongzi still has you in pain!" After Hou Guoxing finished speaking, he hugged the singer with his backhand. Through the voice of the singer, he covered up his gaffe and put on an impatient look.

"Haha, what a man who is not a romantic boy!" Zhang Weixian teased Hou Guoxing while grabbing the singer in his arms, and said to the businessmen below:

"The old man is not strong enough to drink, go to the backyard to rest first, Guoxing, you help me over." After speaking, he ignored everyone and went to the backyard with Hou Guoxing.

Everyone below was a veteran of the flowers, and they laughed when they watched the two of them go away with the three singers.

Entering the backyard of the Guogong Mansion, Hou Guoxing gently pushed away the singer who was supporting him, and said with a smile to Zhang Weixian on the side:

"The little nephew came over this time and brought some gifts for my uncle!"

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Due to the urgency of the disaster, the court meeting was originally held once every three days, but it was held the next day.

At the court meeting, in accordance with Hou Guoxing's strategy, Zhu Youxiao made a clear division of responsibilities for several departments related to disaster relief, namely the household department, the official department, the military department, and the Ministry of engineering. In order to avoid prevarication in the process of disaster relief.

In the end, Zhu Youxiao proposed that in order to express his determination to spend the drought with all the people in the world, he sent the emperor's fifth sister Zhu Huiyan and his second brother Zhu Youjian to cooperate with Hou Guoxing, the envoy of disaster relief, to help the victims together.

After some inconsequential ruffling. The decree was officially issued.

And just after the decree was issued, in the streets and alleys of Jingshi, people set up high platforms in every crowded place, and the drama that had already been arranged began to tour closely with gongs and drums.

On top of the high platform, banners are hung. There are all kinds of slogans written on it, calling on everyone to get through the difficult time together and donate enthusiastically.

In order to raise funds, Hou Guoxing also worked hard, and actually brought up the drama of later generations into Daming.

Overnight, thousands of people were empty, and the entire Jingshi fell into tears.

"Male... Princess, the slave misses her mother, and after that Zhang's mother gave her daughter away, she... He starved to death. Binglan hugged the princess's leg and cried bitterly.

Zhu Huiyan hugged Binglan's head and stroked it with pity. The red and swollen eyes were also like tears.

It turned out that Hou Guoxing, a poor and crazy guy, actually opened a stage in the palace and called on the palace maids and eunuchs in the harem to donate enthusiastically.

The drama tells the story of an ordinary family in Shandong in the Ming Dynasty, under the drought, the whole village began to flee the famine together.

The father gave the mother and daughter a small daily ration, and ended their lives early in the drought.

In desperation, the mother gave her dying daughter to a kind family on the way to escape in exchange for a few baked cakes.

In the end, the mother also collapsed on the way to escape, and the little boy who was waiting for her wept over his mother's corpse.

"The slave also has a younger brother, he looks like that little boy, did you say that there would be a good Samaritan to save them?" Binglan hugged the princess's leg and continued to cry.

"There will be, there will be!"

The princess comforted Binglan, but she was so helpless in her heart. In that kind of precarious situation, you don't have to think about what awaits the little boy.

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"Which Zhou peel should really be killed, for the rich is not benevolent. In the face of natural disasters, they even dared to speculate, resulting in soaring food prices. Therefore, these businessmen are all villains who forget their righteousness for profit and become traitors. ”

On the top of the restaurant, Yang Lian looked at the stage in front of him, slapped the table and stood up, scolding loudly.

Liu Yijing, who was sitting at the front, looked back at Yang Lian, who was clapping the table behind him, and persuaded with a smile:

"Not all of them! Don't you see that there is a businessman named Lei Feng, in order to help the victims, he scattered all his family wealth and starved to death? ”

"This Hou Guoxing is really a genius, so go on. The merchants of Jingshi, I'm afraid that no one dares not to donate silver. Han Kuang said with a wry smile on the side.

Hearing what Han Kuang said, Liu Yijing was stunned, shook his head with a wry smile and sighed:

"What you think is unpredictable. It's a pity that this son didn't read the sage book, otherwise he would have been introduced to my Donglin, and my generation would be regarded as a successor. ”

Zhao Lanxing, who was sitting on Liu Yijing's right, frowned and said:

"This son acts, the businessman is extremely kind, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. This time, even if he was lucky enough to save the drought. I am afraid that this betrayal of officials and lords will also make him stink for 10,000 years. ”

Liu Yijing frowned, did not speak, and continued to watch the drama on the steps in front.

When a group of disaster victims began to cannibalize each other because they had not finished the rice grains for several days, Liu Yijing stared ahead and said slowly:

"In addition, the adults have a way to raise these million taels of silver! Is it really going to be like this scene on the stage? ”

As soon as Liu Yijing said this, everyone below was silent.

Feeling the silence of the people behind him, Liu Yijing turned around, looked at everyone and said:

"Conferring a first-class public and a third-rank title is just a false name, not even a good one, can this be considered an official? Not to mention that there are only two. Even if you add twenty marquises, why not exchange the lives of thousands of victims? ”

"Lord Liu......" Zuo Guangdou, who was sitting in the back, got up and wanted to speak.

"Although this move may bring hidden dangers to the court, I am in a high position, and what I think should be based on the people."

Liu Yijing waved his hand, stopped Zuo Guangdou, stared at everyone and continued to speak:

"If this son can really solve this matter perfectly. Find an opportunity to let Wang An arrange it, and the official will ease the relationship with him. ”

Overnight, the story of Zhang's mother, Zhou Papi, and Lei Feng spread throughout Beijing.

Early in the morning, the people of Jingshi were still gathered on the stage set up, and they were reluctant to leave for a long time.

The people wiped the tears in their eyes, chattering about the child's comfort, chattering about Zhou Peel's inhumanity for being rich, and missing this good person like Lei Feng.

They discussed with each other, and continued to donate what little they had.

Soon, the donation register under the stage was already full of dense names. Everyone, you have one or two, he has five dollars, and he actually slowly filled the donation box.

Just when everyone was donating, a sign with a length and width of up to two meters outside the stage was pasted with three imperial posters.

One explained that the emperor would shoot Jinyi Wei Qianhu Hou Guoxing and go to Liaodong for disaster relief.

One explained to Liu Fu, the owner of the Jingshi Wanfu Rice Shop, that he donated 300,000 stone of grain to support the drought victims.

Under the emperor's list, a line of words written by Liu Fu was also pasted:

"If you are good alone, you will help the world! May those who are able to lend a helping hand to help thousands of victims. ”

The third emperor confessed that the emperor was very moved by the businessman Liu Fu being able to take out 300,000 stone of grain at such a critical moment.

Liu Fu was specially awarded the title of first-class duke, with a third-rank rank, and was given a unicorn suit with a jade belt.

(Note, come on, change it in two hours.)

The struggle to send you a little bit of Daming mining tax, I sent a section last time, and this time I sent a little bit to everyone, and it will be gone after two hours)

Wanli originally hoped to open up a new source of tax by opening up the mining ban. The problem is that in terms of explicit rules, the government has not fully opened the mining ban; However, under the unspoken rules, the government has long since fully opened the mining ban.

Against this backdrop, the government reopened the ban. Doesn't it mean that they want to turn the black money collected by former officials semi-openly into a tax collected by the state?

In other words. The government has not banned it, and all relevant business activities must be paid black money to officials, otherwise, how can this kind of illegal thing be carried out semi-openly.

If the government really bans it, there is naturally no need to pay black money to officials for related business activities. Because, people are doing a just, reasonable and legal livelihood, why should they pay protection money to officials?

Of course, if officials prevent the government from opening up the mining ban, they must not say that the mining ban should not be; Not to mention, in this way, it will be impossible to collect protection money. Because, these reasons are not on the stage.

So, officials usually say that organizing the mining of deposits is a very high-tech job. What is the job that a eunuch is capable of? Moreover, eunuchs are all psychopathic people (a person who has a bird is cut, can he not change his perversion), if you let them open mines, what else can they do except take the opportunity to bring disaster to the country and the people?

The problem is that if officials were to be put in charge of extracting the deposits, the officials would collectively say that we have been bothering to do this work, but we have not made progress. Related things, the eunuchs who went down would definitely tell the emperor.

The problem is that only a handful of psychopathic eunuchs say this, and all the officials who are worried about the country and the people, and all the eunuchs who have a good conscience, say the opposite. You say, who said the truth?

The emperor naturally believed that the eunuch was not lying. The problem is, an emperor who only believes in eunuchs, what kind of emperor is that, everyone can imagine. With such a toss, the emperor was also anxious. All in all, isn't there a word for unspoken rules? You act according to the unspoken rules, and I act according to the unspoken rules.

In the end, the eunuch was below, and he actually collected protection money. It is precisely for this reason that Wanli's collection of mining taxes has always been cloudy. Because, everyone acts according to the unspoken rules, but this kind of content will never be on the stage. Therefore, everyone is talking about words that can be brought to the table. The result? Everyone, you say, the king of heaven covers the tiger; He said, the river demon of Pagoda Town. What is really being said, only they themselves know.

Finally, judging from the content left in the history books, the whole story of collecting mining taxes is like a fairy tale. All in all, all the officials stood in the same trenches. Any traitorous party, Donglin party, eunuchs, only those who have a conscience, will hold the spirit that officials can be lost, imprisoned can be sat on, and even heads can be broken, that is, they must oppose the spirit of mining taxes.

The unspoken rules are the product of policies and countermeasures; The unspoken rules are the product of exploiting the loopholes of the system.