As the bigwigs of Buddhism and Taoism entered Beijing one after another, Ma Wencai, the new deputy head of the White Lotus Sect, also came to the capital in the blowing and beating of the congregation.

In fact, according to his original intention, he wanted to enter Beijing in a low-key manner. However, Han Qing, the leader of the Orthopaede Sect, said that only in this way could the imperial court cast a rat trap and not secretly send someone to kill them.

Marven pondered all the way, and wondered who was the rat and who was the instrument. It wasn't until he was almost in the capital that he figured out that he was a rat sent by the White Lotus Sect, and as for the "weapon", it was the credibility of the imperial court.

After all, they entered Beijing this time to discuss Taoism because they were invited by the imperial court. Once the imperial court secretly kills them, the imperial court will lose its trust in the world.

Marven figured out the joints, and he was not very repulsive about his identity as a "rat". Aren't they White Lotus Sect rats crossing the street all these years, hiding in Tibet all day long?

Now that the "Holy Maiden" has been put to sleep, it is said that they are going to give birth to children, I really don't know what they are still tossing about.

When Ma Wencai began to doubt his life and the great cause of rebellion, Han Qing had already disguised himself as a merchant and walked the streets and alleys in the countryside of Yingtianfu.

The reason why Han Qing has not been caught by the government for so many years is mainly because he has mastered the makeup stunt, plus he does everything himself.

Otherwise, a pampered son-in-law would have been sold a hundred times by his gang of insincere rebels. Han Qing went deep into the countryside this time, mainly to understand the folk customs within the scope of Ying Tianfu.

In the past two years, the Ming Dynasty has vigorously reformed the tax system, and the most thorough implementation is Yingtianfu, which is the closest to the capital.

Han Qing walked into a village and saw that there was little smoke in the village, and the sound of chickens and dogs was not heard, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Sure enough, as he expected, the people here have been forced by the government to live! If the Ming Dynasty tosses like this for a few more years, wouldn't it be able to reach the level of the chaotic times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty?

Han Qing walked half a circle in the village and wanted to withdraw from the district and change the village again. Na Cheng was about to turn around and walk back when he saw an old man waving to him.

"Young man, you have sprinklers in this load!"

Han Qing is a very professional anti-thief, and the goods in the cargo load are carefully selected, even if the official comes to check, he can't find fault.

"Uncle, we have everything in this load!"

"It doesn't matter if it's a needle thread or a pill for headache and brain fever, we have all the ones in this load for sale!"

When the old man heard this, he was immediately happy.

"Yoho!"

"This dare is good, bring me a piece of caramel candy, two sewing needles, and a peach thread......

Hearing this, Han Qing hurriedly put down his burden and rummaged in the load for a while, and as soon as he found the needle and thread, he saw a six or seven-year-old boy running out of the yard, shouting "sugar candy" around his load.

Seeing this, Han Qing hurriedly took out a piece of starch candy wrapped in oiled paper in the cargo load, and when the old man saw such a large piece, his face showed a painful expression on the spot.

"Yikes!"

"Why is it such a big piece, and you don't say that it is cut into small pieces to sell?"

"Grandpa, I want to ......."

When the old man heard his grandson being coquettish, he reluctantly touched his sleeve and asked worriedly.

"That's a lot of money, right?"

Han Qing thought about it and gave an offer of thirty yuan.

To be honest, this price is not low, but compared to the piece of caramel he took out, it is definitely not high, and it is even a little too cheap.

When the old man heard this offer, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. However, he quickly suppressed this surprise and replaced it with just the right amount of disgust.

"Tsk, why is this expensive, we paid ten cents a mile when we bought it last year......

Han Qing didn't poke it when he heard this, but just replied with a smile.

"Uncle, the one you bought last year must not be as big as ours!"

The old man nodded awkwardly when he heard this.

"That's right!"

"It's the first time we've seen someone like you selling goods, if it weren't for the old man's sons all coming out, we'd pay it back

You can't really afford it."

As he spoke, the old man took out forty coins from his sleeve and handed it over. Han Qing took the copper coin with both hands, but his eyes did not look at the money, but his eyes were full of thoughts about what the old man said.

"Uncle, you just said that your sons are all out of luck, can you tell me what kind of way to get out of the way?"

As soon as he said this, the smile on the old man's face could not be stopped, and his face was full of smug folds.

"Hey!"

"It's not a good time yet!"

"The imperial grandson has built a workshop on the edge of the capital, and he keeps recruiting workers every day, as long as you have hands and feet, they want it."

"To tell you the truth, several daughters-in-law of my family are now working in the workshop, and they can get 600 big miles a month!"

"My eldest son is even more incredible, in the early years, he helped the villagers build houses and learned to work with masonry, and now he works in the construction chamber under the name of the emperor's grandson, and he can earn sixty sons a day!"

Not to mention sixty copper plates, even sixty thousand copper plates, Han Qing doesn't care. But when he saw that the old man was so proud, he still exclaimed in cooperation.

"Oh no!"

"Sixty a day, a month is 1,800 miles!"

The old man pursed his lips and smiled when he heard this.

"Who's to say it's not?"

"There is a job on the side of the imperial grandson, no matter how many people there are, it is not enough!"

"Last month, my eldest son came back and said that the palace where the emperor and grandson live now is still built by him, and that there is a brick on the wall where he works, and his name is engraved on it!"

"Think about what a great honor this must be, in the future, our old Liu family will definitely be able to become a big official!"

When Han Qing heard this, the smile on his face gradually stiffened.

"Dare to ask the old man, have all the people in the village gone to work for the emperor's grandson?"

The old man waved his hand disdainfully when he heard this.

"What can you!"

"The imperial grandson is short of people, but not everyone wants it. You have to be skilled, you have to be able to spin and weave, you have to be able to carpenter and clay tiles, you have to be able to do the same."

"Those who don't know anything have been led by the people of the county to farm elsewhere!"

"What?"

Han Qing had just heard what the old man said so well, and his heart had already sunk. Now when I hear the old man say this, my heart can be described as pulling out the cold.

It seems that there is no chaos under the rule of Ying Tianfu?

Instead of having a hard time, the common people are living well?

"Uncle, can you tell us in detail?"

"Who in the county led them to farm?"

The old man shook his head when he heard this.

"We can't say for sure, anyway, it's people from the county, it seems to be people from supply and marketing cooperatives, post offices, and Huimin Medical Center, right?"

"Anyway, I can't run away from these families, these families are big thieves, but they are the people of the emperor's grandson, and the county order doesn't dare to mess with them!"

"I also heard from the people of Wu Laoer's family next door, saying that there was originally some public land in the county, but now it is all rented to poor people. Those who have not been allocated land have also been organized by the supply and marketing cooperatives to go to other places, some go to Datong Mansion in the north to open up wasteland, and some go to Liaodong to farm."

"Liaodong is so wow!"

"People from the county told us that the land in Liaodong is black, and you can grab oil out of it!"

"The old man and I are old, if I were ten years younger, I would have to follow the emperor's grandson to farm......

Hearing this, Han Qing asked unwillingly.

"Uncle, what are you doing now, staying at home all day?"

The old man's eyes suddenly widened when he heard this.

"What's that?

"What are we going to eat, to be able to raise an old man at home?"

"Let's tell you, we are now planting more than ten acres of land by ourselves, and we don't have to pay a grain to the government!"

Hearing this, Han Qing looked puzzled again.

"Why is that?"

"Since ancient times, farming has been taxed, and it is a matter of course, I haven't heard that the imperial court has exempted farming taxes!"

When the old man heard this, a sly smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Let's tell you, don't chew your tongue with anyone."

"Our family has taken a loophole, our family of ten people are not divided under one account, according to the new policy of the imperial grandson, there is no need to pay taxes under two acres of land per capita, and our family is just stuck, of course we don't need to pay grain!"

"At this point, the old man and I can understand that the son of Ren led his daughter-in-law to work in Jinling, and he could earn more money!"

When Han Qing heard this, he immediately knew why the old man was mysterious, because according to the law of Da Ming, his family had to be separated from each other.

This old man must have bought off Lizheng, or he got stuck with a bug in repairing the yellow book, so he registered his three sons under his account.

The old man finished speaking triumphantly, and then a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"But this matter will only take advantage of a few years, and when the Yellow Book is rebuilt in two years, the sons of our family will have to live alone, and this land will have to be redivided to see if we can pay the grain......

Han Qing chatted with the old man for a while, and when he learned that most of the young people in the village had gone to work in the city, and most of the people left behind were the old people and children, so he left in a huff.

However, as soon as he reached the head of the village, he was stopped by the mother-in-law of a high-gate compound.

"Hey, that merchant, do you have any good silk thread?"

Han Qing didn't want to deal with this mother-in-law anymore, but he saw two people wearing official clothes at the entrance of the village, so he could only turn around and walk back to deal with the mother-in-law who was a finger thick and fat.

"What kind of silk thread does this eldest sister want?"

The middle-aged woman raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and said with disdain on her face.

"What color do you have?"

"We have all kinds of colors here, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, and even the gold and silver threads used by the rich and noble people in the capital!"

When the middle-aged woman heard this, she looked at Han Qing in surprise, and said in her heart, this merchant has such a big breath, there is still gold and silver thread?

"Really?"

"Let's tell you, we've seen the world, don't fool us with copper wire!"

Han Qing didn't talk nonsense with him, rummaged through the baggage, and turned out a bundle of gold thread and handed it over. The middle-aged woman looked at it and saw that it was really golden, like a golden thread drawn from pure gold, and her face was a little more solemn.

"It doesn't look bad, so let's get a peach......

"Okay!"

Han Qing bent down again and checked in the cargo load for a while, but when he was checking it, the corner of his eye kept looking at the two people wearing official clothes at the entrance of the village.

When he saw the two officials walking straight towards him, his heart suddenly lifted, and one hand reached out to the innermost part of the load, holding the handle of the knife tightly, ready to stab the two at any time.

However, just when Han Qing thought that there must be a fierce battle, he saw the two officials cross him and walk towards the middle-aged woman.

"Wang Saihua, whether your land is sold or not, hurry up and give me a happy word."

When the middle-aged woman heard this, she tore her hair on the spot and sat on the ground crying.

"The villagers came out to comment on the theory, and the government forced them to buy and sell, woo woo woo woo ...... "

Seeing this, the two officials hurriedly took a few steps back and walked two feet away from Wang Saihua.

"Wang Saihua, put away your spilling and rolling things!"

"We just came to pass a message to you on the orders of the county magistrate."

"If you sell the land now, and the county collects it at the market price, it's better than if you can't find tenants, and you have to hand over the imperial grain for nothing every year, right?"

Wang Saihua heard the words and took a sip of "bah" towards the two officials.

"What do you mean by market price?"

"The market price of eight taels of silver per acre of land will be settled in ten years, and there will be no interest at all, are you fools?"

"Three generations of my family, saving money to save these hundreds of acres of land, can't come to me and be defeated!"

Seeing that Wang Saihua was so obsessed, the two officials could only leave a few cruel words and leave.

In fact, the order given by the prefectural order is the freedom to buy and sell, and it is completely voluntary.

If it weren't for the county order, the two of them wouldn't even want to come to the countryside, so they could just send a second slipper to come over and spread the word.

"Okay, okay!"

"Since you don't want to sell it, keep it for yourself, anyway, the county lord said that you can't pay a penny less in taxes, and if you can't pay taxes, the county will take your land, and you won't be given a penny when the time comes!"

When Wang Saihua heard this, she cried again, and finally used her ultrasonic cry to cry the two officials away. After the official left, Han Qing stepped forward curiously to ask.

"This eldest sister, what did you say to the two officials just now, why can't I understand?"

Wang Saihua heard the words of hatred.

"What else could it be, isn't it just that the female officials in the court have come up with a new policy, and the tax will be levied according to the amount of land and the amount of land......

"It's a shame that I'm still a man, as long as I pay some food in the early years, I will be exempted from forced labor or anything."

"Now it's a mess, my family has to pay hundreds of buckets of grain a year for no reason, how can I live this day, woo woo woo......

Han Qing had known about this for a long time, and he was curious about another thing.

"Eldest sister, I'm asking about the sale of land, I just heard the meaning of the official, the government wants to buy your land?"

Wang Saihua wiped her tears and said with disdain on her face.

"There's such a thing!"

"It is said that it is a trick concocted by the emperor's grandson, to take our land at the market price, but now I don't give money, I give a little every year, and I can give it in ten years......

Han Qing lowered his head when he heard this, and felt that this business was not a loss.

In other words, the court is already merciful if she doesn't rob it, but now she doesn't sell it when she gives money to buy land?

"Eldest sister, the government is fair about this, right?"

Wang Saihua immediately scolded when she heard this.

"Fair fart!"

"In the past, I could sell one or two pieces of silver for an acre of land a year, but ten taels in ten years!"

"The government wiped out two taels of silver for no reason, which is also called fairness?"

"Besides, when did you see the government buy things and give money?"

"Even if this county official gives it this year, can you guarantee that the county official will pay it back in the future?"

"When the government doesn't give money, you dare to go to the yamen to complain!"

After Wang Saihua said this, she got up from the ground hatefully, patted the dust on her buttocks, and returned to her yard without looking back.

"Big sister, your line ......"

"No!"

Hearing this, Han Qing could only smile bitterly and put the thread back into the load, and then rushed to the next village with the load. However, after walking a few villages, Han Qing felt that he didn't need to go anymore.

Because the villages near Yingtianfu are almost the same, young people are either fooled by the government to go to other places to open up wasteland, or they are recruited by the recruiters to go to work in the workshops in the city.

Han Qing walked out of the last village, looked at the green rice fields at the entrance of the village, and felt endless sympathy for the landlords who were desperately holding on to the fields and not letting go.

According to the method of the imperial grandson, in a few years, even tenants will not be found in the village, who will rent the land of these landlords? Could it be that the landlord led the mother-in-law and concubine to farm the land?

The more Han Qing thought about it, the more interesting he felt, and at the same time he had a new understanding of Zhu Yuntong's policies.

He finally understood why the imperial grandson dared to reform the tax system in the face of the world's condemnation, and dared to love the imperial grandson and Zhu Tuhu, one good and one evil, black and white.

One is desperate to collect taxes, and the other is desperate to poach people.

If the landlord can't find a tenant, the landlord's land will naturally be worthless, and the court can take it away at a very low price!

You don't even have to spend money, as long as the landlord's family can't pay the taxes, the court can justifiably confiscate it!

Han Qing wanted to understand this, and was full of worries about his future rebellion.

Give the imperial grandson a few more years, and the Ming Dynasty will be as stable as steel and iron!