Since Zhu Yunxi proposed the new policy of the official gentry paying grain in one piece, there was a sudden trend of pretending to be poor in the court of the Ming Dynasty.

Many officials have patches on their official uniforms, and even if they are newly-made, they have to patch a few pieces on the collar, sleeves, etc., to prove that they are living an embarrassing life.

What's more, they dig out old clothes from many years ago, sew and mend them.

In their opinion, the reason why the two grandfathers and grandsons of Daming are so hostile to officials in the world is a typical hatred of the rich.

On this day, when Lao Zhu went to court, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were wearing patched clothes.

Lao Zhu looked at it for a while, and he felt a strong dislike in his heart.

Although he advocated simplicity, he never advocated pretending to be poor.

Besides, officials are the image of the imperial court, if even the officials wear clothes with patches, then the envoys of the state must not laugh off their big teeth when they come to worship in the Ming Dynasty?

"Tomorrow, if anyone dares to wear clothes with patches again, don't come to the court!"

Lao Zhu hummed and put down this sentence, and then began a dull and busy early dynasty.

The officials looked at each other's patches and secretly laughed proudly.

That's what they want!

By throwing his own people and indirectly throwing the people of the court, the old emperor couldn't stand it!

After they dispersed, they celebrated today's victory one by one.

"Great, the old emperor finally can't stand it anymore, hahaha!"

"It's all the emperor's grandson, I have to change the rules of the previous dynasties!"

"The Yuan Dynasty didn't collect taxes from the gentry, so why did his imperial grandson dare to move a knife against the gentry?"

Chen Shuli, the head of the household, listened to the conversation of the officials in front of him, and shook his head helplessly at Qin Kui on the side.

"Young!"

"Truly fearless to the ignorant!"

"Who says it's not, it's just wishful thinking that they want to force His Majesty to change his mind through this means!"

After Qin Kui agreed, he asked quietly.

"Old minister, what happened to your family's excess land?"

Chen Zongli looked left and right, and saw that no one was paying attention to the two of them, so he lowered his voice and said.

"We have a lot of relatives in our family, and the family will be done at a different point."

"As for the attached land, all of them have been retreated, so as not to touch the taboo of His Majesty the Emperor at this time!"

Qin Kui smiled when he heard this.

"Coincidentally!"

"My family only has a few acres of ration land, and the excess land is also distributed to relatives, who only need to pay us 20% of the rent every year!"

"There is no need to pay taxes on the ration field, but now it is more economical than before, hehehe......

Kong Ne, who was walking at the front of the crowd, said to his son Kong Gongjian, who was holding him.

"Have we taken care of our land?"

"Back to my father, it's been taken care of, and everything is done according to my father's orders!"

Hearing this, Kong Ne smiled and said.

"The Imperial Emperor is merciful!"

"Rations ...... Field"

"As long as we turn all the Kong family's land into ration fields, hehehe?"

This was the tax avoidance strategy of the Ming officials, transferring all the land under their names to relatives or the same clan, and then avoiding taxes in the name of ration fields.

In order to perfectly avoid taxes, they also deliberately raised the standard of per capita grain fields in the localities, ranging from two or three acres to as many as four or five acres.

However, this method can only be used by those in high positions, and they do not have to worry about the tenants who farm the land to turn against the water.

As for the squires at the bottom, they can only make up for their losses by increasing the rent.

When the court went down from the Fengtian Palace, the small court meeting on the side of the Wenhua Hall was in full swing.

This is not an ordinary situation, after all, generally speaking, the time of dispersal on the side of Wenhua Hall is much earlier than that of Fengtian Palace, and there is rarely a time for delay.

The topic discussed by Zhu Yunxi here is also the taxation issue of the New Deal

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"As far as I know, there are many things that people are hiding their land and property now."

"Although they do not dare to falsify the total amount, there are endless methods of placing the land of rich households on ordinary farmers."

"In addition, some officials distributed their surplus land to relatives, people of the same clan, and fellow villagers, encroaching on their tax exemption quotas, so as to evade the imperial court taxes."

"This kind of thing must also be avoided to prevent the tax source of the imperial court from drying up."

"I don't know if there are any good ways for a few masters and gentlemen?"

Originally, Yang Xinlu wanted to say a few words, but when he thought of being sprayed by Gao Ming last time, he shut up with interest.

Qin Hengbo looked left and right and didn't speak, then looked at Gao Ming, and saw that Gao Ming was not staring at him, so he whispered.

"Your Highness, you can adjust the tax exemption quota, or cancel the tax exemption system for ration fields, so that you don't have to worry about the people's trickery on the fields."

Zhu Yunxi nodded when he heard this, and then looked at the others.

"Have your say, too!"

"Zhang Zongjun?"

"Qitai?"

"Xie Kui?"

"Chen Mi?"

"Qin Ye?"

"Kong Yanjin?"

"Chang Jizu...... Needless to say, your land has already been confiscated by me......

Chang Jizu heard Zhu Yunxi say this, stood up, smiled shyly, and sat down again.

Their family's land had already been given to the imperial grandson, and it was exchanged for shares in the Minggang Chamber of Commerce from the imperial grandson.

At first, his mother did not agree, but when she saw the imperial tax reform, she realized how much the imperial grandson took care of their family.

When Kong Yanjin heard Zhu Yunxi call his name, he stood up in frustration and said.

"Your Highness, Grandpa Weichen did what you just said, and gave all the family's fields to the clansmen."

As the saying goes, there are policies at the top, and there are countermeasures at the bottom.

Since ancient times, there was only one thing that no one liked, and that was paying taxes!

Not to mention that these officials in the Ming Dynasty don't like it, Chen Zongli planned to let Zhu Yunxi pay more taxes back then, and it was as if he wanted his life.

Therefore, Zhu Yunxi can quite understand this matter. However, understanding is understanding, deducting money from rich people is the main responsibility of him, the imperial grandson, and it is an unshirkable responsibility.

"It's okay, I've known about your family's affairs for a long time, you can talk freely."

"To maintain the stable operation of the imperial court, it is necessary to have a stable source of taxes. This tax is not demanded by the common people, or by the rich, in short, someone must pay this money."

"Since ancient times, it has been very difficult to find rich people to collect taxes, but we can't stop doing it just because it's difficult!"

After Zhu Yunxi finished speaking impassionedly, the blood of the young people in the Wenhua Hall was boiling, and even the eyes that looked at Zhu Yunxi were full of admiration.

As for Yang Xinlu, Qin Hengbo, Zhang Zongjun and a few other old guys, they looked at the sky helplessly, and there was no fluctuation on their faces.

Hmph, that's a good thing to say, you have the ability to pay the taxes of those workshops under your name!

Zhu Yunxi saw the expressions of several old guys rolling their eyes, and suddenly felt a fever on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there must be taxes to be paid at the workshop, but it's not appropriate now......

"Now the management of the workshop is based on the profit payment system, and I have used all this money to develop basic industries and build railways, and I can't pay taxes to the imperial court for the time being."

"Therefore, at this stage, if the imperial court wants to maintain its operation, it still has to focus on agricultural taxes."

When several people heard this, they perfunctorily arched their hands towards Zhu Yunxi, and said a little about the imperial grandson Shengming, and then there was a small talk about one and no one.

Gao Ming endured it for a while, and took the initiative to stand up without waiting for Zhu Yunxi's name.

"Your Highness, according to Wei Chen, we should not exempt the ration field from taxation at this stage, and we should collect taxes without discrimination."

"After all, the current 20% tax is much lower than that of previous dynasties."

"Although other dynasties say that one out of ten, the tax on people, forced labor, and other miscellaneous taxes add up to far more than twenty percent, and even as much as four or fifty percent!"

"We have reduced so much that we have lost a very large source of tax by exempting farmers with less than three acres of land per capita?"

"Therefore, I think we should tax according to the land, and those who have more land will collect more, and those who have less land will collect less, and those who have no land should not be taxed, but they should be taxed by other means, or continue to follow the previous policy, according to the ......system of artisan households, fishermen, etc."

"The imperial court should use the amount of land in each county as a benchmark, and let them pay enough grain or the equivalent amount of silver every year on time and in quantity......

Yang Xinlu, who had always been an audience, couldn't hold back anymore when he heard this, and stood up directly and started spraying.

"Old man Gao, do you think that you are the only one in the world who is smart!"

"If you do this, you can guarantee the tax revenue of the imperial court, but you don't care about the life or death of the people at the bottom?"

"Our local officials in the Ming Dynasty are all hereditary, they have lived in their hometowns for generations, even if they can't change the total amount of land in each county, they can always change the amount shared by each family, right?"

"There are countless reasons for them to divide their land among the people of the plains and let the people pay their taxes for them!"

Gao Ming wanted to go back mercilessly, but after listening to Yang Xinlu's words, he thought for a long time and didn't think of the reason to go back, so he could only helplessly arch his hand to the other party, saying that he had been taught.

Seeing Gao Ming's posture, Yang Xinlu did not chase and fight, but sat down satisfied.

The others chimed in.

"Your Highness, what Lord Yang said is very true, and this matter must be guarded against."

"There are nearly 1,000 counties in Daming Prefecture, and no matter how many inspection officials are dispatched, it is difficult to supervise them to such a detailed level."

"In the end, the taxes of the imperial court will still be collected by the local officials, and once the persecution is too great, they will inevitably pass on the tax burden that should belong to them to others, which will inevitably cause dissatisfaction among the people and even cause civil revolt......

Gao Ming saw that everyone was supporting Yang Xinlu, and couldn't help but ask indignantly.

"So you said it should have been done yesterday?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and then look at Zhu Yunxi.

"Naturally, I ask the imperial grandson to decide!"

didn't wait for Zhu Yunxi's reaction, Gao Ming, the old man, was anxious first.

"You!"

"If everything has to be decided by the imperial grandson, then what is the use of the imperial grandson raising you!"

Although Gao Ming's words were very mean, Yang Xinlu and the others directly ignored him.

Since ancient times, all changes have started with sacrifice, and if the emperor wants to promote such a big change, how can it be possible for people not to die?

They are now typical to see the excitement and not think it is a big deal, they just want to see who the fire of the imperial grandson will start to burn!

Zhu Yunxi listened to their discussion for a while, and when he saw Wang De giving himself a look, he hastily ended the morning meeting.

"Forget it!"

"Let's discuss it here today, you guys are busy with other work first, and we'll find time to talk about this later."

"No!"

After the officials retreated, Wang De came to Zhu Yunxi and whispered.

"Your Highness, the people of Jinyi Wei came to report, saying that the people of Qin Shu want to see you......

The so-called Qin Shu people are Qin King Zhu Zhang, after Lao Zhu belittled him as a concubine, the people of Jinyiwei called him so, as if calling him Zhu Shu was an insult to the emperor.

Although Lao Zhu had already thrown Zhu Zhang's life and death to Zhu Yunxi to decide, Zhu Yunxi knew that the old man didn't want to see him slaughter his second son, so he kept dragging it out and ignoring Zhu Zhang, so he was locked up in Jinyiwei Prison to dry.

However, he couldn't figure it out, he didn't go to Zhu Zhang, Zhu Fan actually took the initiative to see him, could it be that he lived a long life first?

Wang De saw that Zhu Yunxi was unmoved, and added another sentence.

"The people of Qin Shu went on a hunger strike to see, and the people of Jinyi Wei did not dare to slack off, so they ordered someone to inform the slave maid here

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Zhu Yunxi sighed helplessly when he heard this.

"Let's go, go meet our cheap second uncle!"

The open-air courtyard of Fusi in North Town.

Zhu Fan sat boredly on the patio of the small courtyard, staring blankly at the gray sky.

I don't know when the sky in Jinling is no longer clear and translucent, it always looks gray, as if someone has sprinkled a handful of dust in the sky.

Only a brief time after the rain has cleared the sky can regain its clear blue, but it will not take an afternoon for it to become drowsy again.

Zhu Fan stared at the sky for a moment, and then heard a gurgling sound from his stomach.

It was the sound of hunger, but he had no desire to eat.

Because compared to the current life of captivity, death may be a relief.

With a creak, the gate of the small courtyard was pushed open, and Zhu Yunxi, who was dressed in a dragon-patterned casual clothes, walked in.

"Good afternoon, second uncle?"

Zhu Fan sat on the recliner in a daze, and replied lightly in the direction of Zhu Yunxi.

"Ann!"

After a few words of exchange, the two fell into a long silence, Zhu Yunxi was unwilling to talk to Zhu Zhang, and Zhu Fan didn't know how to speak.

After all, what I have to inquire about is life and death.

"Zhu Yunxi, what are you going to do with me?"

Zhu Yunxi's biggest headache was this, and when he heard this, he directly kicked the ball with Zhu Zhang.

"What does Second Uncle want me to do with you?"

Zhu Fan smiled when he heard this.

"I hope?"

"I hope you can restore my title and let me return to Xi'an as king!"

Zhu Yunxi smiled playfully when he heard this.

"Second Uncle said that it was a joke, the order to trap you was given by the imperial grandfather, I can't disobey the imperial grandfather's order!"

"But then again, even if I let you go back to Xi'an to be the prince, can you be a prince of peace with peace of mind?"

"If I'm not mistaken, my father interceded in front of the emperor and grandfather for you back then, so you can return to Xi'an to be the king."

"But how did you repay your big brother?"

"You are doing everything possible to deal with your eldest brother's son, and even fornicating with the White Lotus Sect, intending to kill me!"

"Are you worthy of your eldest brother, worthy of the blood of the main family flowing in your body?"

Under Zhu Yunxi's repeated questioning, Zhu Fan couldn't hold back anymore and shed crocodile tears.

"I ......"

"I'm not human, woo-woo......

"But I can't be blamed for this, who made your imperial grandfather so partial!"