"Those officials are right to levy commercial taxes, but they are wrong!"

Lan Bin smiled: "Besides, I just want to get things back for her, and the officials will still collect her taxes when they go back."

"The so-called sending the Buddha to the west and paying the business tax for her, those officials will not trouble her afterwards!"

"Brother Bin, thoughtful, admire!" Zhu Chun suddenly gave a thumbs up.

Lan Bin smiled, and when he looked at the street again, he saw that Thursday had come to the woman and the servant, although he didn't know how to negotiate with the other party on Thursday, but he saw that the servant had returned the woman's things to the woman.

And the woman wept with joy, and kowtowed to Thursday to thank her, and knew that the matter was settled.

Zhu Xiongying also saw this scene, and a smile appeared on her little face: "I don't know what kind of food the woman sells, how does it taste?"

"Big nephew, if you want to try it, when you come back on Thursday, I'll ask him to buy it for you!" Lan Bin said with a smile.

Zhu Xiongying was about to agree, but after thinking about it, he shook his head again: "No, when your matter is finished with my cousin, I'll buy it myself!"

"Okay!" Lan Bin thought about it, and it was difficult for Zhu Xiongying to get out of the palace, so he let his temperament be. Besides, the stall is not far from the restaurant, just two steps away.

After a while, Thursday came back: "Young Master, things are done!"

"See, what is that stall for?" Lan Bin asked.

Thursday was busy: "That woman sells duck blood vermicelli soup, and before I came back, the woman invited me to drink a bowl, and it tasted good."

"Duck blood vermicelli soup? My grandfather's favorite drink is duck blood vermicelli soup!" Before Lan Bin could speak, Zhu Xiongying's eyes lit up and he interjected.

Lan Bin raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Eldest nephew, when you go back to the palace, do you want to bring one back to your imperial grandfather to taste?"

"Good... Forget it! Duck blood vermicelli soup should be eaten while it is hot to taste good. Take it back to the palace, and it won't smell like that." Zhu Xiongying just wanted to agree, but remembered what his imperial grandfather had said, and shook his head again.

Lan Bin didn't persuade Zhu Xiongying, looked at Thursday again, and asked, "How much business tax did the woman pay for that woman's stall?"

"One Baiwen Copper Coins!" Thursday Road.

One Baiwen copper coin?

Thirty taxes one?

Lan Bin frowned: "That woman's stall, can she earn three taels of silver a day?"

"I don't know, that woman also came out to set up a stall for the first time today, and before she had a business, she met the yamen to collect taxes." Thursday shook his head, "Even she doesn't know how much money she can make in a day."

Lan Bin's brows furrowed even tighter: "Since you don't know, why would the yamen collect a hundred copper coins in taxes?"

"I heard from the vendors around the woman that it seems that every stall, no matter how big or small, charges 100 copper coins!" Thursday thought about it.

Lan Bin raised his eyebrows, realizing that there were many problems in the implementation of the commercial tax trial, and said after a moment of silence: "On Thursday, you go and inquire about the time, method, and so on of the daily collection of commercial tax by the Yamen."

"And who is specifically responsible for the collection of commercial taxes in Nanjing and the city."

As a proposer of commercial taxation, no one hopes more than Lan Bin for the success of the commercial taxation trial.

He originally thought that there were so many people in the imperial court, and the trial of commercial taxes was low in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, even if there was a problem, it would not be too serious. I didn't care much.

But now it seems that there are many problems in the trial implementation of commercial tax, and for some reason, it has not yet attracted Zhu Yuanzhang's attention.

If this development continues, once there are civil officials, especially those who do not approve of the levy of commercial taxes, and they talk about things under the pretext of making excuses, I am afraid that the trial of commercial taxes will be urgently stopped.

"Yes, young master!"

There were outsiders present, and even though he was puzzled on Thursday, he didn't ask a few more questions as he did with Lan Bin in private, but honestly agreed, turned around and walked out of the private room, and went to investigate.

Soon after leaving on Thursday, the scholars recruited by Zhu Chun came to Changchun Building, where Lan Bin and others were located.

There are ten scholars recruited by Zhu Chun this time.

The oldest of them is about 40 years old, and the youngest is only about 18 years old.

Ten

When they arrived at the private room, Zhu Chun gave Lan Bin a brief introduction to the ten people in turn, and Lan Bin had talked to Zhu Chun about these ten scholars before, and had a general understanding of their situation.

Taking the opportunity of Zhu Chun's introduction, Lan Bin is also comparing them one by one.

These ten people are Wu Junbo, Zheng Fei, Wang Hua, Peng Qingquan, He Peng, Luo Liang, Fan Jian, Gong Ren, Shao Bo, and Wang Yang.

At the end of the introduction, Lan Bin looked at the ten readers, although they were all dressed plainly, and even a little shabby, they did not have the rotten atmosphere of other readers.

And for him, a person who is notorious among the scholars, there is neither flattery nor the slightest abnormality, and it is obvious that their personal ethics are still good.

Judging from this point alone, Zhu Chun recruited these ten people, I am afraid that he did not bother to do much.

Thinking about it, Lan Bin and the ten people politely said a few words before saying, "Brothers, first of all, I thank you for putting aside your prejudice and being invited. Secondly, welcome everyone to join the Daming Daily newspaper!"

"Finally, Daming Daily is a new business, and I hope that everyone will work together to create the largest, most authoritative and top-level newspaper in Daming."

Lan Bin's tone was enthusiastic, but everyone in the elegant room looked at each other, all at a loss, what is Daming Daily? And what is a newspaper?

Why does he know every word he says, but when it is combined, he does not know what it means?

Lan Bin saw that everyone didn't react, and realized that Wu Junbo and the others didn't understand, so he smiled and said, "Brothers, I may not know what I want to do if I invite His Royal Highness the King of Shu to invite you brothers."

"Let me briefly say that I want to run a newspaper similar to the Imperial Court Newspaper, and the name will be Daming Daily..."

While speaking, he explained in detail the purpose of running the newspaper and what Wu Junbo and others needed to do.

In the end, Lan Bin's mouth was dry, so he called the restaurant maid, poured himself a glass of water, drank it all, looked at Wu Junbo and the others, and said with a smile: "Brothers, do you understand?"

Wu Junbo and the others looked at each other, a touch of embarrassment appeared on their faces, and they could feel that Lan Bin spoke very carefully, but Lan Bin used some words, which really made him not understand.

Like what news old news, what reporter interviews, etc.

I've never heard it before, I really don't know where Lan Bin came up with so many words.

Especially if they think they are full of poetry.

Zhu Xiongying also said in a daze, "Cousin, can you talk about it?"

"You don't understand either?" Lan Bin looked at Zhu Xiongying, then at Wu Junbo and the others, and asked.

Wu Junbo, the eldest of the ten, said embarrassedly: "The students are ashamed, the students only understand that Daming Daily is a private newspaper, and the others don't quite understand!"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Others chimed in.

"I..."

Lan Bin tugged at the corners of his mouth, and said a little speechlessly: "Forget it, you guys will treat Daming Daily as a private newspaper!" As for the rest, you'll know when the daily newspaper is up and running!" ap.

When Wu Junbo and the others heard this, they were even more embarrassed.