Lu Desheng thought that after he became the assassin of Pingzhou, he would be able to come to the bitter end.

After all, the history of a state assassin is equivalent to a soil emperor, and there is no mother-in-law on his head anymore. Isn't that just what you want?

But that's not the case.

The girl and her subordinates want to build Pingzhou well.

Ordinary people want to live a good life.

Everyone is working hard. In order to be able to plant good land, to produce more crops on the land, and to feed the people, they have used all kinds of methods.

He was also embarrassed to be lazy, and then, he became a man who went out in spring and autumn, walking in the fields and persuading Master Lu to teach agriculture.

Is it easy for him? This year, he wore out nearly ten pairs of shoes, just to keep everyone's efforts in vain.

Even the common people said that he was the most approachable official they had ever seen.

Now that they can harvest it, Song Mo actually wants to overcharge them Pingzhou's taxes?

It's tolerable, it's unbearable.

Seeing that Lu Desheng's face changed, Prince Gong persuaded him, "Thirty taxes and one tax should be paid by the common people, and the court did not overcharge." ”

Lu Desheng didn't smile, why don't you play a numbers game with him?

"Then tell me, what is the average yield per mu calculated by the imperial court this year?" Every year, the imperial court would send someone to calculate the average yield per mu of the year, and then calculate the amount of taxes paid by the landed families.

"Two hundred and eighty-one pounds."

"The thirty tax is one, and we have to pay an average tax of nine catties and three taels and six dollars per mu of land in Pingzhou."

"Nope."

Lu Desheng rolled his eyelids, "Why?" ”

Prince Gong said bitterly, "Lord Lu, your harvest in Pingzhou this year is good, and it should be based on the actual output." ”

"Prince Gong, do you think it is more appropriate for us to pay taxes on how much production we should pay?"

"You Pingzhou can pay 400 catties per mu of land."

Four hundred pounds? Lu Desheng laughed happily, this year's best land in Pingzhou has the highest yield of 400 catties per mu. There are very few such highly productive lands.

Not all the fields in Pingju are good fields, and there are differences between thin fields, middle fields, and beautiful fields.

For example, there are a lot of wasteland fields in Pingzhou this year, which are very barren and have a pitifully low yield per mu, and they can't even be called thin fields.

Fortunately, the first three years of cultivation are tax-free, but after three years of cultivation, it will not become fertile all at once, and the yield can be imagined.

Now the imperial court sent Prince Gong to tell him that he worked hard, his daughter worked hard, and the common people were busy for a year, and the court wanted to take all the income from their labor?

"Oh, I understand, our harvest in Pingzhou is a little higher this year, so we have to pay more. What about the lower yields elsewhere than you calculated this year? Is it possible to pay less? If so, that's fine. ”

Prince Gong was speechless.

"Lord Lu, you also have to be considerate of the difficulties of the imperial court." Prince Gong spoke earnestly.

Lu Desheng said in his heart, is he understanding Song Mo's difficulties? He's considerate. Originally, the discovery of the salt lake in Longcheng was to be reported to the imperial court. He was thinking about finding a time to report it, but now? What to report!

"Be good, this thing is done beautifully, I can go back and say a few kind words for you in front of the emperor."

Lu Desheng: No, don't be good! They were all bullied, why should they be good! Help him say a few nice words to Song Mo? Thought he was rare?!

"Lu Desheng, don't forget your duties as an official of the imperial court!" What's going on with this Lu Desheng? Collecting taxes from the common people, isn't it cutting his flesh, is it necessary to oppose it so much?

Lu Desheng almost rolled his eyes, "I haven't forgotten, but I'm still a local parent official." The voice is tsundere.

He is not how high his ideological consciousness is, how much food he harvests, he would rather leave it to the people than give it to Song Mo.

If it was the first emperor who was in power at this time, he Lu Desheng would not say a word, let out this face, and he would have done it.

But let him take a knife for Song Mo and aim it at the people who trust him? Forget it.

"Prince Gong, is the court very short of money and food?" Lu Desheng asked curiously.

Thinking that things had taken a turn for the better, Prince Gong hurriedly cheered up, "Yes, yes, you are released, I don't know if the emperor and the ministers really have a headache." ”

"This is not right, how did I hear that Xie Zhan collected 20 million taels of silver in Shu County and Gusu, and the emperor connived at him so much and did not collect it?" Didn't he treat Xie Zhan well? If you are short of money and food, you should go to Xie Zhan!

Prince Gong: ...... Pierced in the heart.

"It's all a misunderstanding."

"Prince Gong, the emperor can't always be bullied by honest people."

Prince Gong sneered, what could he say?

In the end, he could only say with a straight face, "Master Lu, you better think about what I just said." I didn't come back, and the next person probably won't be as polite as I am. ”

"If you want to collect it like this, you can issue this order." He definitely doesn't carry the pot.

Lu Desheng didn't believe it, Prince Gong and the emperor dared to force the people of Pingzhou to pay taxes according to the output of 400 catties per mu? Aren't you afraid of boiling public resentment? If they dare, he respects them.

Prince Gong hurriedly said, "Actually, you misunderstood, you don't have to come according to the yield of 400 catties per mu, the imperial court just wants you to pay taxes in Pingzhou according to the actual output." He backed down.

It means that they will be higher. Okay, thirty taxes are one, right? Thought he would be afraid?

"That's totally fine. Don't bother the two masters, since Prince Gong has come to Pingzhou, wait until the autumn harvest in Pingzhou, count the grain, pay the taxes and then go back. ”

"This, I'll think about it." Prince Gong is quite moved, but this will be a few days before the autumn harvest, and if he has to stay for so long, he can't decide immediately.

But when Prince Gong returned to the restaurant where he was staying, he told his subordinates about it, but his subordinates did not agree.

"Food is easy to guard and steal, and it is the most difficult to supervise. Especially Lu Desheng, the parent official, if the people let go of their hands......"

Prince Gong frowned, "Lu Desheng, he won't do this, right?" ”

Subordinate: Their prince is still simple, and he has no vigilance at all. At the same time, he sighed that Lu Desheng was very good to their prince, and he had not been hurt by him much.

"Forget it, I can't win this matter, I'll go back to Chang'an the day after tomorrow!" Prince Gong rubbed his eyebrows, feeling tired.

His subordinates agreed with his decision.

……

"Dad, why did Prince Gong come?"

Lu Desheng said his intention, "He is a good man, I didn't embarrass him." ”

Lu Songli pondered, she couldn't understand Song Mo a little, now it was obviously calm before the storm, didn't there be a military general to remind him?

At this time, let alone paying more taxes, she planned to drag on the taxes that were originally sent to Chang'an every year, and she would not send them away immediately.

Now that Prince Gong is here, thinking of Xie Zhan's previous incident of sending silver to Chang'an with great fanfare, her eyes flashed.

"Dad, I think you can promise him."

Under the prompting of his daughter, Lu Desheng understood. Immediately, he slapped his thigh with remorse! He was so angry before, why didn't he think about it? They can agree to come down first, and it is not up to them to decide whether the next batch of grain will be robbed or burned?