Ten days later, the hustle and bustle brought by the new monarch's accession to the throne gradually dissipated, and the normal rhythm of life gradually returned to the capital division. As the heart of the empire, Jingshi is always so busy and lively, coming and going to merchants, transporting all kinds of goods to Jingshi, seeking huge profits, and the tax supervisor is also the most prone to quarrels and frictions.

Although the proportion of commercial taxes in the Ming Dynasty is very low, only 30 taxes and 1 tax, but with the local government's own bad rules and regulations, as well as various apportionments and donations, the tax is a large expense. In order to avoid this kind of expense, most businessmen will borrow an official title card, or find a little official relationship, even if they are looking for a person with a famous person, in order to be exempt from taxes.

In Chongwenmen, there are several disputes every day, and the reason is to pay taxes or not to pay taxes. The final level of income here is ultimately determined by whether the tax superintendent's roots are hard enough and whether he is strong enough.

A few days ago, the new monarch ascended the throne to celebrate, and the Chongwen people passed for free, which made the business of Jingshi prosperous. But today, the celebration period has passed, and the tax inspectors have raised their sticks again and began to block the road to collect taxes.

A short and fat businessman, dressed in a silk shirt, carefully distinguished in front of several tax collectors, confirming that he was a relative of a certain Langzhong in the military department, and he also carried the official title plate of this Langzhong on the car.

"My 300 red paint barrels are Cao Shucao's property, how can I collect taxes? It should be tax-free, tax-free! Huh? Huatou is also here, you can tell me, I am also an acquaintance, you know the relationship between me and Cao Shucao, please help me say good things. ”

The tax collector surnamed Hua is an old family in Beijing, and even this position has been passed down from his ancestors, and he is a famous fritter. The smile on his face was like a flower, and he kept giving a salute to the merchant

"Outside Li Yuan, you are embarrassed. The little one is just a small tax collector, how can he say anything, it is the masters who decide this matter. Look, isn't that coming, sir? ”

A team of young brocade officials wearing Ming Huang Feiyu suits and carrying embroidered spring knives on their waists, like fierce gods, rushed out of the teahouse on the side of the road with murderous spirits, and walked towards this side. Jin Yiwei, who walked in the middle, was young and handsome, but he was an outstanding offspring, with his hand on the hilt of the sword, and his eyes were like a sword, which made people fearful.

I saw him say as he walked, "Who is so bold?" Dare to go to Chongwenmen and not pay taxes? Don't you know that the tax supervisor of Chongwenmen is now the official? If you don't pay taxes, do you want your officials to drink the northwest wind? ”

As he spoke, he came to this Li Yuanwai and grabbed the collar with a handful of his chest, "Are you going to take the lead in resisting taxes?" Come, there is a major case of rebellion here, follow me to the edict prison and make it clear. ”

The shopkeeper saw a team of brocade guards rushing over, but he didn't care too much, there are many brocade guards in the Beijing division, hundreds of households are not as good as dogs, thousands of households are walking all over the street, and there is nothing to be afraid of brocade guards. Especially when the other party is young, he shouldn't be a big official, and he should be able to suppress him by finding a few thousand households or something.

But when this young man said the name of the edict, the shopkeeper's legs were a little weak, as an old master of Beijing, he knew better than anyone what it was.

"This old man...... You...... You have a big name, please reward it, the villain doesn't know your official secrets, offending the old man Huwei, I hope to forgive you. ”

Beside this young man, a tall middle-aged man with a full face stretched out his thumb and said: "This is our new commander of Jinyiwei, who is actually in charge of the Fusi of Nanzhen, and is in charge of the tax supervisor of Chongwenmen, Yang Chengzu and Master Yang." He has just taken office, and you have taken the lead in resisting taxes, are you not giving face? ”

Jinyi commander envoy, really in charge of the South Town Fu Division? Hearing this, the merchant softened like a deflated ball. The commander is not a big deal, Jin Yiwei is a place of grace, and the commander does not know how many, it is only paid and does not work, so he doesn't have to care at all. But it is a real Nanzhen Fusi palm seal, that is, the real power figure on the Kaifu side, not something that a small businessman like him can provoke.

He hurriedly took out the money bag, regardless of the number, and stuffed the entire purse into Yang Chengzu's hand, "The villain has eyes and no beads, he doesn't know your true face of Lushan, and he collides with Huwei, don't be surprised." This little meaning is for the villain to make amends, the villain is really a kind citizen, and he has never participated in any major rebellion cases. ”

Yang Chengzu shook the silver, poured out a few pieces of silver from it, and threw the rest back. "This official is law-abiding, and he has never taken a stitch from the people, what do you think of this official? How shall I receive this money? Don't you see so many people all staying here? Hurry up, don't get in the way, by the way, our lunch meal is set, and we haven't settled the bill with the restaurant yet, you go and pay the bill first. When you go next time, I'll pay you back, so let's go. ”

drove away this group of merchants, Yang Chengzu casually handed the collected taxes to Huo Qiu beside him, this man with a bandit skin is very suitable for the job of this tax collector.

"Huo Qiu, exchange this money into copper coins and distribute it to everyone." He said to these tax collectors again: "I don't care what the rules of Chongwenmen were in the past. Since I took office, what I have set is my rules, unless I have my permission, Yan Guo plucked his feathers, and no matter who the relationship is, he has to pay me money. If he has no money, he will carry his goods, and in short, not a single one shall be missed. Even if he is really a famous person, he is not allowed to be let go. The more taxes you collect, the higher your bonuses, and if you can't complete the task, you'll all go to drink the Northwest Wind. ”

After Zhu Houyu accepted the civil and military worship in the Chengtian Temple, he officially ascended the throne as the Son of Heaven, and the ministers drafted a Shaosheng year name, but Zhu Houyu rejected it.

How to look at this era name, it is also necessary for him to follow the rules and continue the national policy of Zhengde, and in the end, Yuan Zonggao drafted a Jiajing era name, so that the matter can be resolved. Yang Ting and them were obviously afraid that Xinjun would cause any more trouble, so they did not insist too much on this matter, and not to mention adhering to the policy of righteousness and morality, it was not a happy event for these civil and military forces.

The new era name will not be officially implemented until next year, and the current use is still the era name of Zhengde, but everyone knows in their hearts that the Jiajing era has come.

The new monarch ascends the throne, Vientiane is renewed, and there must be a big change in personnel. Of course, this kind of change is not obvious at the moment, and it must be carried out step by step, but it is the consensus of everyone to let Xinjun arrange some of his henchmen to enter the top of power, and this face must be given. As the pro-army of the Son of Heaven, Jinyiwei naturally has to use his henchmen, and even Yang Tinghe will not interfere with the personnel changes of this institution.

The new commander of the Jinyi Guard was replaced by the old Jinyi Guard Zhu Chen, and another old man, Luo An, gave the North Town Fusi to the Fusi, and the South Town Fusi was handed over to Yang Chengzu. Let such a young man in his twenties control Nanzhen, in the eyes of the minister, it is inevitable that there is a suspicion of nonsense, but some keen people realize that it seems that the young son of heaven does have enough preference for this military attaché.

These tax collectors are all elites in the capital, and they naturally know what kind of hard-nosed person their new chief is, and with such a figure as a backer, their oil and water will definitely increase. Everyone came over to kowtow like a stream, Yang Chengzu waved his hand and said: "No need, everyone will have a chance to talk in the future, you just need to keep an eye on this place for me, and don't let one of them flow away." The official wants to go to Weili, and if someone dares not to give money, just call me. ”

Seeing him coming and going in a hurry, someone asked where he was, and the tax collector surnamed Hua snorted, "Where are you going?" I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I say it. I can scan it, our chief, but he is a luxury character, he is here to see Jiang Qiansui, I heard that Jiang Qiantose is all over the house this time, because he had offended Chief Yang at the beginning, miserable, what a luxury character at the beginning, he said that he would kill him. ”

He shook his head and pointed with his hand, "Bah! The people over there stopped me, what was the car pulling? If you don't pay taxes, don't want to go to the city! ”