There was silence in the canopy hall.

On the gold bricks of the main hall, the hall is full of crimson princesses and uncles, and all of them are red.

Anyone could hear the teasing tone of the emperor's words.

With sweet potatoes and other crops that may have high yields, the people will naturally be able to eat their stomachs, and everyone will be able to earn more.

For most of the people in the hall at this moment, this is a good thing for both worlds.

A few people are even thinking that feeding the people is already something that has not been done in the Central Plains since ancient times, and the remaining surplus will naturally be received by themselves.

The meritorious generals pinned their hopes on the use of the wounded to serve as local food chiefs, which would increase the military's voice and power in the DPRK, and also help them seize the interests that were originally controlled by the local gentry clique.

The civil servants hoped to master the system of tax collectors and grain chiefs from the top of the court and participate in the division of interests.

Commoners?

With sweet potatoes, a crop that can fill people's stomachs, it's good to let them eat their stomachs.

The people may let it be done, but they cannot know it.

If the people can have more surplus after they have eaten their stomachs, what is the role of the imperial court and the government?

What else can they, the ministers of the humerus of the Manchu Dynasty, do?

On behalf of the herdsmen of the Son of Heaven, if the people are in need, the officials are useful.

If the people really have no worries about food and clothing, what else does the Ming need them to do?

On the throne, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his courtiers with a smile in his eyes.

A hehe sound came from the emperor's mouth.

"Zhu Qing is hard, now the state affairs are heavy, and the meritorious soldiers of the Southern Expedition are appointed as the local grain chiefs of Zhili, so they are supervised by the Taisun, and the Jinyi Weinan Town Fu Division and the Metropolitan Procuratorate jointly supervise, the household department verifies and pays the local tax amount every year, the Ministry of Officials cooperates with the local government and county, and the Ministry of War assists with the tax collectors in turn. In front of the Wuying Palace, build the office of the world's tax collectors."

As soon as these words came out, the ministers in the palace were stunned.

Who would have thought that the emperor would directly bring out the matter of the tax collectors in the world and set up an official office in front of Wuying Palace.

In this way, whether it is the household department, the official department, the metropolitan procuratorate, or the military department, they only have the power to assist, but not the leading power.

And let the grandson personally supervise this matter, it is obvious that the emperor wants to add another errand to the grandson.

Looking back, the court said that there was a will to give the grandson to supervise the affairs of the tax collectors in the world.

This is on top of the court of the Ming Dynasty, and another yamen was made.

The ministers sit on wax.

The interests they originally fought for would obviously be greatly reduced after the emperor's words.

But at this moment, the emperor on the throne did not have the slightest courage and courage to dare to speak out.

Zhu Yunxi, who was standing on the steps, was surprised in his heart.

Gradually making the tax office independent of the imperial court was his ultimate goal. didn't expect that the old man would directly contribute to this matter.

couldn't help it, Zhu Yunxi silently looked up at the old man above.

A large part of the reason why the Ming Dynasty finally went down was that the imperial court could not collect taxes. There is a lot of land in the world, but there is very little land that can be taxed, and in the process of collecting the summer and autumn taxes and various additional taxes, the court has been exploited up and down, and the money and grain that can finally fall into the household warehouse are becoming less and less.

….

In the world, people can't live without money.

If the court has no money, the world will be in turmoil.

People eat horses and chew, food and soldiers, government expenses, and relief reserves, all of which need to be supported by taxes.

Controlled and relatively independent, and with a strong tax office, as long as the king can ensure that the tax office is relatively clean and subject to a certain amount of supervision, the source of the Ming tax is enough to guarantee.

In this process, as long as we ensure that the tax office does not breed corruption on a large scale and does not deceive the king and exploit the local government on a large scale, it is far more powerful than continuing to implement the existing cumbersome, complicated and lengthy tax collection system.

And this is exactly what keeps the officials in the court silent at this moment

That's why.

For officials, they want to complicate a thing.

From Yingtian Chaotang to the local prefecture and county, only when the process of things becomes extremely complicated and the procedures become numerous, can they ensure that they have enough means to intervene in it, and then find the most favorable point for them to obtain benefits in these many processes.

Now, the new tax bureau system has directly simplified the originally complicated tax collection process to the process of dispatching local tax officials and grain chiefs to directly connect with the tax office.

The procedure is simple and the responsibilities are clear and clear.

Trying to make a profit in it again becomes incredibly complicated and difficult.

Inevitably, many officials can't help but think of the things that are currently being implemented in a hurry, and the integration of officials and gentry.

Once the tax on the entire Ming Dynasty is determined, the tax collector of the tax office only needs to collect the tax according to the register.

In the event of a disaster year, it is only necessary to reduce or exempt the corresponding part of the tax in accordance with the relief will of the imperial court.

Yu Xin, the left attendant of the household department, who didn't take much care of the ministry, suddenly felt that he might really be a useless person at this moment.

Zhan Hui, the official of the civil official, was in a dilemma for a while.

He knew the thoughts of his colleagues, but His Majesty the Emperor's will would never be disobedient and disobeyed.

Think about it.

Zhan Hui finally stood up: "Your Majesty, I don't know how to move the people of Zhili to the south, what is the decision on this discussion."

Zhu Yuanzhang silently looked at the official secretary in front of him, who had been a minister for many years, and smiled slightly: "The matter of relocating the people to enrich the Jiaozhi will be handed over to the Taisun to take care of."

Zhan Hui thought a little in his heart, and nodded silently: "The minister thinks that the matter of the tax collectors of the tax office, Your Majesty is benevolent and generous to the people, and this move is feasible."

Tianguan Shangshu had already nodded in favor of the emperor's decision.

The rest of the officials, at this time, had to speak out one after another.

…………

The more and a half moons.

Quietly, supervising the Tianxia Tax Officials' Office, in front of the Ouchi Wuying Hall of the Yingtiancheng Imperial Palace, not far from the six branch duty rooms, without much alarm, it was already the beginning of the official office to deal with the matter of the tax collectors and grain chiefs of Yingtianfu and the surrounding prefectures and counties.

At the same time, the imperial court also officially issued a decree to relocate the people of Zhili to the south of Jiaozhi, so as to enrich the number of Ming people in the new land of the Ming Dynasty and stabilize the new land.

The first batch.

A total of no less than thousands of households, more than 10,000 people, were gathered by the government at the Longwan Wharf on the Yangtze River outside Yingtian City, boarded a 100-meter-long giant ship, set sail, and headed south to Jiaozhi.

….

In general, this life is already doomed, and it will multiply in Jiaozhi, and its descendants will continue.

It's just that no one will arrive, among the thousands of relocated people, there are more than 100 households that belong to the group of small gentry and businessmen in Yingtian City who spread rumors at the beginning.

After all, compared to the entire Yingtianfu and Zhili, no less than 100,000 households were to move to Jiaozhi Road, and these 100 or so households were nothing.

But only these 100 or so families know in their hearts that this is the punishment made by the imperial court for spreading rumors in the city because of the reward of crops offered by the imperial grandson and the long-term dissatisfaction with the matter of apportioning the acres into the mu.

Otherwise, why is the family next to the courtyard wall also having countless fertile land, and after the matter of spreading the land into the acres began, the dissatisfied neighbors are not on the relocation list.

But no matter how frightened these people are, how they regret the beginning.

But no one inside or outside Yingtian City would take care of them anymore.

Because.

At present, in accordance with the requirements of the Daming Tax Bureau, Tianfu is carrying out the reform of the tax collector and grain chief system.

"Bang bang."

When a certain morning with dew came, the first rays of cold sunlight sprinkled on the countryside of Yingtianfu, in the territory of Liuhe County in the north of Yingtiancheng, under the Guabu Mountain by the Yangtze River, in front of the house located in a fertile source, there was a dense knocking sound.

This is the house

It is located not far from the foot of Guabu Mountain, covering an area of dozens of acres, creating a garden with both Su Yang and the simplicity of the Hui school.

However, it is in stark contrast to a small and low village not far away.

The knock on the door did not first call the people in the house, but it made the barking of dogs in the village not far away.

In the field in the distance, a few men who had made crops quietly raised their heads.

In front of Huang Siye's house, I don't know when a large number of officials wearing Pixiu clothes and wearing Yanling knives have appeared. and wore a small team of flying fish suits and brocade guards embroidered with spring knives.

After seeing the people knocking on the door of Huang Siye's house, the croppers in these fields immediately retracted into the field, but in the end, they were still timid but curious from time to time looking up and looking at Huang Siye's house expectantly.

Tian Mai looked at the porter of Huang Si's family and didn't respond for a long time, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

The Pixiu tax collector next to him showed a murderous face: "My lord, do you want to bang on the door?"

Tian Mai immediately turned his head and glanced at the tax collector.

"The tax office is the place where the government and society are concerned, and it is the place where the world's taxes and finances are involved, and they must not be contemptuous and domineering."

After admonishing him, Tian Mai quietly stared at the door of the mansion that had been closed for a long time.

"Be lenient and restrained with the people who have not violated the laws of the Ming Dynasty, and continue to knock on the door."

The tax collectors, dressed in Pixiu clothes and holding knives in their hands, could only shake their heads helplessly.

"Bang bang."

"Inland Revenue Department."

"Open the door."

"Tax audit."

At the door of Huang Siye's house at the foot of Guabu Mountain, there was a series of knocks.

Finally, when the rooster crows in the courtyard.

A steward with a mustache stretched out his hand and slapped his mouth with a sigh of relief, and walked out from behind the slowly opening door of the house under the service of the porter.

The steward glanced outside, but saw that it was really the tax officials wearing Pixiu clothes that had just been set up by the imperial court recently, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help jumping, and he immediately calmed down again.

….

The steward waved his hands in the air and turned around: "It was your superiors, I don't know what happened when you came to the door early in the morning? My lord just went to the county seat yesterday and was invited to attend the summer harvest banquet of the county Zunming Hall."

The tax collectors outside the door had gloomy eyes, just waiting for an order from the adults.

Tian Mai snorted and sneered: "Come here, enter the mansion, detain the Huang family and others, and anyone who resists will be killed!"

At this moment, Tian Mai was full of murderous energy, where was there any leniency and restraint that he had said before.

And with his order, a group of tax officials from the tax office who had already been ready directly drew their knives and rushed into the courtyard of the Huang family's house, knocking the steward who was blocking the door to the ground.

And Tian Mai led the brocade guard to slowly step into the door.

"The Brocade Guard will report the crime."

The movement in front of the mansion had already attracted the attention of Huang Siye's family, and the men gathered in the front yard to see a famous Pixiu tax collector rushing into the house, unscrupulously arresting and seizing the family members and servants, and locking them up, which was already a mess.

The steward who opened the door was even more propped up on the ground with his hands, panic and incontinence.

However, the accompanying Jinyi Wei turned a deaf ear and reported in a deep voice the crimes committed by Huang Siye's family.

"The Huang Sijia in Liuhe County, Tianfu, encroached on the acres of land, resisted the imperial court, exploited the people, refused to implement the apportionment of the acres into the acres, and hid the acres of fields. According to the grain chief of Guabu Mountain, the big bucket enters and the small bucket goes out, wantonly buys the people as slaves, and bribes the government. After years of recidivism, it has been ascertained that the Inspector of Taxation under the command of the World Tax Collectors Office has been ordered to arrest the Huang Sijia."

The shouting Jinyi Wei took out a roll of the will that had been furred from his arms, glanced at it casually, and recited the charges of Huang Siye's family.

Then he withdrew the will that had been used up with the raw edge into his bosom, and waved his hand forward.

The last team of brocade guards also rushed into Huang Siye's house.

Until noon.

Huang Siye, who went to Liuhe County yesterday to be a guest of the county government, was also escorted back to Guabu Mountain by a team of brocade-clothed guards.

Tian Mai sighed, crossed his legs, pressed his elbows against his knees, and squinted his eyes to sweep towards the full crowd kneeling in the front yard of Huangfu.

At his hand were boxes of books.

All of them are the tax reconciliation books of the countryside and fields undertaken by the chief of Guabu Mountain Grain over the years.

Several tax office clerks who wore Pixiu clothes but did not wear knives began their accounting and inventory early in the morning.

When Tian Mai was about to fall asleep.

A scribe finally stood up with the cleared account book.

"Lord Qiqi, it has been found out that the Huang Sijia has been encroaching on acres of land for many years, concealing taxes, and hiding three amounts of hidden households."

Tian Mai snorted, and looked down slightly at the Huang Si family kneeling in front of the front yard.

In this early morning, Huang Si's family has gone through uneasiness, anger, confrontation, bloodshed, panic, panic, panic, and continued uneasiness, and now they are completely numb.

Everyone in the Huang family knows that no one can escape.

Especially when they learned that last night the lord of the family was invited to go to the county office, and he was detained by the young county magistrate who took office in Liuhe County after the fifteenth year of Hongwu.

Tian Mai shook the number of encroachments and exploitations of the Huang family that the clerk of the tax office sent to his own hands to calculate, and snorted coldly: "Recorded in the eucalyptus, Huang Sifa is assigned to Changhua Iron Mine, and the rest are disrupted and recorded in the list of the second batch of migrants to the south to Jiaozhi this year."

….

A wail.

It's just that Tian Mai's words didn't stop.

"Ordered the tax department of the tax department to dispatch personnel to take over the post of chief of Guabu Mountain Grain."

"Write the county order of Liuhe County, transfer the list of grain chiefs in the whole territory of Liuhe County as soon as possible, and submit the list of persons involved in the law."

The clerk of the tax office wrote down the matter, nodded his head, and stepped aside.

Tian Mai finally stood up, walked to the front of the porch, looked at the servants of the Huang family all over the ground, and waved his hand: "All of them are escorted to the Longjiang Wharf to be relocated to the camp." The house here was torn down and returned to the field, leaving part of it as the Guabu Mountain Grain Chief's Office."

After speaking, Tian Mai had already walked away.

In the entire Liuhe County, the Huang Sijia is not the first, but it is not the last either.

After finishing the errand in Liuhe County, he still has to go to Jiangpu County next door.

In this way, the two counties in the north of Yingtianfu can also be regarded as the completion of the reform of the tax bureau and the chief of grain.

As for the errands in the four counties of Jurong, Lishui, Gaochun, and Liyang in the south of Yingtianfu, there are others to do.

"Tax office, open the door, check the tax."

Such shouts will echo in Ying Tianfu for a while.

Then, it will reverberate throughout the Ming Dynasty.

……

"The restructuring of the grain chiefs of the six counties of Tianfu has been steadily advancing, and the selection and transfer of the tax office has also been completed, and the remaining places will be decided after the examination of the current science palace."

In the small study of the East Palace, Yan Shizi Zhu Gaochi reported the work summary of the tax office with a haggard face.

The deputy signature of the tax collector's office of the world is Zhu Gaochi's current errand.

Let's just say that sooner or later, we will have to follow in the footsteps of the second uncle!

Now is it fulfilled!

Zhu Gaochi held the summary of the recent work of the tax office in his hand, and stared at Zhu Yunxi, who was writing and drawing in front of the desk.

"How many people will take the exam in this course?"

Zhu Yunxi, who was writing and painting, asked without raising his head.

Zhu Gaochi pursed his lips and stuffed the summary of the tax office into his sleeve: "There are more than 5,300 people enrolled in this section to take the exam."

Zhu Yunxi stopped the pen in his hand, looked at Zhu Gaochi, and frowned slightly: "It's not as good as the number of Hongwu twenty-five years."

"It's one of the few in years." Zhu Gaozhi glanced at Zhu Yunxi: "The test is about to start, Ren Hengtai mentioned it before, this time the number of people enrolled in the Jinshi Department will be on par with Hongwu's twenty-five years."

Zhu Yunxi nodded: "It's better to have more, so as not to think that everyone is a treasure, with low eyes, and I don't know the difficulties of the court and the people."

Zhu Gaochi said in a low voice: "If Enke is still like this in the future, I am afraid that there will be slander, and now there is already some discussion among Shilin, only

Yes......"

"It's just because they can be on the list and become a two-list jinshi, so they haven't complained yet." Zhu Yunxi took Xiaopang's words, looked at the other party, and smiled slightly: "Look, these people are so pretentious. In my opinion, it's not as good as the girls on the banks of the Qinhuai River, it's true and deserving!"

Zhu Gaochi's face was strange: "I don't dare to spread this."

In the study, Zhu Yunxi snorted twice.

The gaze is gloomy.

"I'm waiting for the day when there will be Jinshi everywhere."

Let those Confucian who are standing and standing up worthless!

Zhu Gaochi sighed lightly, there is a data in Enke in the twenty-seventh year of Hongwu that he did not say, and there are few people in the world.

In today's examination, more than 5,000 people were enrolled in the examination, and 1,000 people were in the heart of the exam.

Whatever their purpose, at least what they show to the world is an attitude of embracing the study of the mind.

Zhu Gaochi said again at this time: "The official vacancies set aside by the tax bureau are not only to stare at the two rankings of Jinshi in this department, but also to stare at those who have fallen off the list. In the future, the tax department will have a rotating yamen in all provinces, prefectures, and counties in the world, and more people will need to do errands, and it is far from enough to rely on the soldiers who have fought in the war to retire and take up their posts, nor will it be enough to take on the important responsibilities of a place."

This is just one of them, there is also the Tianxia Post Station, which is now also a resettlement place for the wounded soldiers on the front line.

In the past two years, the restructuring and construction of the post road has developed rapidly, and the convenience of the people of the world will naturally be sought after, and it is precisely for this reason that all localities have to play every year to ask for additional manpower.

Zhu Gaochi nodded silently.

Brother Xi said this, in fact, he wanted to arrange those who failed to make the list to the tax office.

That's right.

The door of the small study was slammed open.

Sun Cheng, who forgot the rules of the small study, rushed straight into the study.

"Third Master, the martial arts hall is in chaos!"

"Those martial arts are ***!"

Shredded pork and rice noodles