Chapter 238: When the Duke of the Kingdom Comes, He Doesn't Pay Food

"Futai, the Dingwu army has entered the city..."

Liu Wenzheng trotted to the Yamen of the Songjiang Prefect's Mansion half a street away: "The different Songjiangwei was ordered to go to Qingpu. ”

Huang Shijing didn't panic at all, now he is following in Chen Cao's footsteps, it's a big deal to be a pioneer, in short, he is a civil official, he can't do this kind of indiscriminate trick of shouting and shouting, and he has to rely on Chen Cao to do it himself.

"I don't know who is spreading rumors in the city, saying 'the prince of the country will not pay grain'," Liu Wenzheng looked at Huang Shijing suspiciously: "If you don't pay grain, what about Songjiang's taxes to the imperial court?" ”

Huang Shijing is a smart person, so he naturally knows that these rumors must have been passed down by Chen Cao's subordinates, but he will definitely not say it explicitly: "Shanghai's commercial tax is implemented well, but our Huating has only formulated a law, and it can't be implemented, and there is no progress in the Juntian matter in Shanghai County. ”

Liu Wenzheng shook his head: "Futai Mingjian, there are quite a lot of officials under the rule of Huating, landlords and gentry are everywhere, if the lower officials announce the Juntian order, those officials will definitely be beaten after going to the countryside, but according to the arrangement of Futai, the tax matter is still arranged." ”

Chen Cao walked into the prefect's yamen surrounded by a group of civil and military personnel, and when he saw Liu Wenzheng and Huang Shijing talking, he said loudly: "After the arrival of this father, although you can do it with confidence, if you don't follow the rules, you will leave it to the governor's yamen to do." ”

"I've seen Grandpa..."

The two saluted in unison.

Chen Cao walked into the lobby and sat down, and then looked at Huang Shijing: "Lord Huang, you come forward, count one of the leading figures in the city and under the rule of Huating, and invite all of them to the prefect's yamen to drink...

If you don't come, let the brocade guard come to visit..."

"The lower officials obey orders..."

In the main hall compound of the prefect's yamen, there are twelve tables of banquets at this moment, but all the people who have status in the Songjiang territory are here, from in-service officials to retired officials, from landlords and gentry to Qingpi gangs, one is counted as one, and each family has a representative present.

When Chen Cao appeared, everyone stood up and saluted.

"Sit down, everybody..."

Chen Cao raised his hand in the void, waited until everyone was seated, stood up from the banquet on the steps of the backyard, and under the quiet gaze of more than a hundred people, he said loudly: "This prince is fortunate to meet the head of the Songjiang realm here, it is really an honor..."

The polite words at the beginning of the audience did not buy it, Chen Cao's preparation for Juntian in Songjiang was well known, and most of the people today were extremely reluctant to be 'invited'.

"However, my grandfather thinks that it is also your honor to meet my grandfather on this occasion, no...

My father even thinks that it is your luck..."

What does this mean?

The people present were all slandered, and they couldn't understand what Chen Cao was going to do next.

"Maybe everyone here thinks that my father's words that you are lucky to see my father today are a bit alarmist, but after listening to my father's words for a while, some of you may feel how important this sentence is."

Huang Shijing immediately stood up, walked to Chen Cao's side, and said loudly: "This mansion invites everyone to come today, mainly to inform everyone that from the first day of February in the first year of Chongzhen, that is, from the beginning of the next month, Songjiang Mansion will begin to collect commercial taxes. ”

Huang Shijing is not Chen Cao, as soon as he came forward to speak, the people in the banquet talked about it one after another, and from time to time a middle-aged man said in a strange manner: "Lord Huang seems to be preparing to compete with the people for profit?" I don't know if this decree is a decree issued by the imperial court, or is it a wishful thinking on the part of your Lord Huang? ”

"That's it..."Another middle-aged man in the banquet echoed: "Don't say it's you, Lord Huang, even if the imperial court is determined to collect business taxes, then I and other registered people don't have to pay a penny of silver, don't forget the preferential treatment given by Emperor Taizu to scholars." ”

Huang Shijing's words were like a hornet's nest, and the people below spoke one after another, and the only ones who didn't intervene were the local gangs, they were just members of the so-called 'mixed society', and there was no way to compare with people with official bodies or official backgrounds, and they were also the best people.

More than a dozen local gang leaders in Songjiang were a little curious, but their appearance on such an occasion was really a little strange, and it was seriously out of place.

'Bang...'

A gunshot rang out, the noisy courtyard suddenly quieted down, everyone was frightened, Chen Cao leveled the muzzle of the gun, and inadvertently pointed at a gang leader: "You, come out..."

This kind of tone with a killing chicken and monkey suddenly frightened the old Songjiang Shuanghua Red Stick, when the real power of the army in the dynasty wants to kill himself, it is easy for him, and gangs like them were originally forbidden by the imperial court, and now they are invited to the prefect's yamen to drink, which...

What's the matter?

Zhao Xin strode out with a knife and scolded: "Liang Guogong asked, what are you waiting for?" Kneel down for roll call..."

If it were in normal times, the competing gangs would definitely be a joke, but at the moment none of them could laugh in their hearts, and if one of them suffered, they would all be implicated.

Thump...

"Little Yin Guochao, a native of Huating, knock on Liang Guogong..."

Chen Cao handed the flintlock pistol to Zhang Fengnian on the side, and then clapped his hands: "Yin Guochao, don't be afraid, get up and talk..."

"The little one doesn't dare, the little one asks the grandfather of the country to be gracious..."

Zhao Xin scolded again: "Bastard thing, Grandpa Guo will get up if you want to get up..."

Yin Guochao really beeped the dog in his heart, but the people in front of him were all official bosses, where could he afford to be a gang leader: "The little one obeys orders..."

"Ben Gong asks you, how many green skins does your gang have, and what kind of work do you often do? Also, can there be robberies and robberies and do some things that block the way? ”

Yin Guochao shook his head again and again and waved his hand: "The little ones don't dare to do things that violate the law of the country, the little ones and their brothers are all good people, good people..."

"Since you are a good citizen, that means that you are fighting with the people at the bottom?"

How do you take this?

Yin Guochao was in a dilemma, and a middle-aged man at the next table immediately spoke: "Liang Guogong, didn't let me wait here today to let so many of us see how you cleaned up a green skin, right?" ”

Zhao Xin didn't wait for Chen Cao to speak, he jumped down the steps directly, and slapped the middle-aged man in the face, and his front teeth suddenly fell out: "Bastard thing, what is your identity, Grandpa Guo dares to interject indiscriminately when he speaks, beware of knocking out your big teeth..."

The middle-aged man covered his bleeding mouth and wailed, and an elderly man next to him said coldly: "The old man is Qin Wannian, the former left senator of the Nanjing General Administration, and you Jinyiwei dare to do anything wrong in Nanzhili?" ”

"Qin Wannian, a person from Huating County, Songjiang Prefecture, Wanli six years with Jinshi, the first Hanlin Academy editing, Wanli ten years to Jiangxi political envoy Sihukou Zhi County, Wanli fourteen years transferred to Changsha Prefecture General Judge, Wanli 20 years to promote Xiangyang prefect, Wanli 27 years transferred to Nanjing Household Department member Wailang, Wanli 32 years transferred to Nanjing Tongzheng Department right senator, the second year promoted to the left senator, Wanli forty years to Shi..."

Zhao Xin looked at Qin Wannian coldly: "Lord Qin, how much money did you embezzle in the Nanjing General Administration Zuo Senator, Jin Yiwei's record is clear, do you want us to go through the old accounts now?" ”

Qin Wannian's old face turned red, and Chen Cao felt that it was okay, so he waved his hand: "Zhao Xin, hurry up and compensate Lord Qin, after all, he is the old man of the Emperor Shenzong Dynasty, don't be rude..."

Zhao Xin, who was cold before, immediately bowed his hand with a smile: "Lord Qin, forgive this official for being rude..."

Chen Cao said again: "Lord Qin's son is now an official in Nanjing, so he can't make a mistake..."

What do these words mean?

It shows that people have dropped the bottom of your Qin Wannian investigation, and Qin Wannian no longer dares to be arrogant when he sees this, after all, it is now in the hands of others.

Chen Cao then looked at Yin Guochao: "Do you have an industry under your name?" Can there be a field? ”

Yin Guochao said tremblingly: "There are three gambling houses, two wine shops, and more than ten acres of land under the name of the small one, all of which are cultivated by their own families..."

"Oh?" Chen Cao looked at Yin Guochao curiously: "Since you have an industry, can you pay taxes?" ”

Yin Guochao looked at Liu Wenzheng, who was sitting on the wine table on the steps: "I haven't paid taxes, but I have paid a lot of protection fees..."

"Haha..."

Chen Cao raised his head and laughed: "You street slicker is still being charged protection money by others, and the official family's face is bigger than yours..."

Yin Guochao smiled awkwardly, not only him, but who in the gang has not given money to the local government?

After Chen Cao finished laughing, he said seriously: "Starting next month, the industry under your name no longer needs to give money to the local government, inspection, and government officials..."

Yin Guochao raised his eyebrows: "Really? ”

"Of course, what my father said is naturally true..."

Chen Cao turned around and took a cup of tea from Huang Chunyao's hand and drank it, moistening his throat: "Everyone, you all listen well, listen carefully, especially the gang bosses...

From next month, Songjiang Prefecture will start to implement the exemption of Juntian..."

Ooh...

The people in the banquet were stunned one by one, is this what is going on?

Juntian is exempt, Juntian is a trivial matter, but the matter of exemption is not something that you, the governor of Songjiang, Liangguogong, can call the shots.

"I called you here today to officially inform all of you, listen clearly, it is a notice, not a consultation, each of your families has surrendered and sent the fields and tenants under the name of each family, and they have honestly explained clearly, and paid commercial tax to the Huating County Commercial Taxation Bureau, if you don't follow, hehe..."

Because of the lessons of the past, no one present dared to interject casually, but they all looked at Chen Cao in surprise.

"The governance of Songjiang is to create a rich living environment for the people of Songjiang, this government not only wants to exempt the collection of commercial taxes in Songjiang Juntian, but also to check all the hidden fields under the rule of Songjiang Mansion, I hope that everyone here will think about it after going back, today this prince is politely called you to drink, who dares to take the lead in making trouble in the future...

I heard that the executioner's knives in Songjiang Mansion are not very sharp, so why don't you inform them to sharpen them later? ”