Chapter 182: Kill

Ma Cheng grinned and showed his white teeth: "Is it too much or too little? You will know when you go to the Ministry of Revenue."

Before he finished speaking, someone in the crowd said in a deep voice: "No need to ask, in the sixth year of Wanli, Xianggong Zhang performed a one-whip method, and investigated the land in the world, with a population of 70,000 mu, which was still more deficient than when he was founded."

The crowd went a long way, and an old man dressed in a scribe came out of the crowd, with an ordinary appearance.

The old man walked closer and looked up and down the rear proudly and said, "I am Sun Chengzong, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites. Is there anything I don't know about? I will answer you."

Ma Cheng clasped his fists and was rude, and the students around him whispered, but he did not dare to act rashly. His official position was small, but if he didn't really turn a blind eye to the outside world, he knew that this was the imperial teacher, the imperial teacher, and that was the supreme position of scholars. It's right.

Ainanxing was stunned for a long time and said, "How could this happen? How could the land be smaller and smaller."

Mr. Sun spread his hands and said calmly: "How did I know that I am just a testimony for you and the others today, and I will ignore the rest."

No one dared to say that the imperial teacher was lying, and the emperor's teacher would naturally not deceive a few scholars without qualities or responsibilities.

Ma Cheng ridiculed: "You are not a fool and you are poor and poor, and you don't even know the amount of land in the world. You are not a fool."

Ainanxing was speechless, and Sun Chengzong dissuaded: "This is a bit over, so don't scold people."

Ma Cheng was speechless and thought to himself, where was Mr. Sun standing or was here to have fun.

Then, Ma Cheng asked loudly again: "It's so wrong for the people to be rich and the king to be self-sufficient. I'll ask you again, do you know how much I earn and how much I spend in the year."

Ainanxing and the students were speechless and couldn't answer.

Sun Chengzong answered without asking questions and said in a deep thought: "I have entered the dynasty for the year, and there are salt tax, tea tax, customs tax, and grain tax. Last year, Taicang earned four million taels per year, and the surplus is 3 million taels. It is used to recruit soldiers from the nine borders. The salary of Beijing officials and the Liaozuo war expenditure was 5 million taels long ago, but they were already unable to make ends meet."

The students in the prison were speechless, and no one who was not an official knew anything about this.

Silently, Ma Cheng talked: "The great emperor is the kingdom of heaven, and the country of Taicang is at its highest. The annual savings of three million taels are made. The Ministry of Revenue is not willing to enter, saying that the people are richer than the lower, and the king is richer than the higher, It smells so smelly, so smelly, it can’t smell!”

Sun Chengzong waved his hand again and said, "It's past, it's past."

Ma Cheng was so amused and cried by this old man that he had to ignore him, but Liu Zihua was amused and burst into laughter.

The laughter attracted the eye-catching eyes, and the Qiao family hurriedly covered their mouths with their hands and did not dare to say anything again.

Ainanxing's face turned red after being choked. After a long time of defense, he said: "The court earns so little every year, so there are too many dirty officials and money, so he is greedy for the dirty officials!"

The crowd was excited again and shouting, "The dirty officials are too greedy."

Sun Chengzong waved his hand again and said, "No, no, our court's commercial tax is 50 per cent, grain tax is 30 per cent, and the local area produces 20 million taels of silver, and each province reserves only more than 10 million taels of silver. Many yamen have been in disrepair for a long time. It was snowing heavily two months ago, and even a big hole was broken in the Ministry of Rites' room. I still have no money to repair it."

A few words made Ainanxing choke almost to death.

Seeing that he couldn't speak, Ma Cheng whispered: "What are you talking about in the best of all ages? The first article is, I think it's worse than bullshit, and it's stinky!"

More than a thousand students from all over the world, the pedestrians were silent, and many young scholars looked confused. They obviously did not understand why the people were rich and the country was poor. Even the roof of the ritual office could not be built. The people were enough, and what was the shortage of this? It is the words of a saint, is it the words of a saint also wrong?

After holding it in for a long time, the talented man from Linchuan said angrily: "Then increase the tax!"

Ma Cheng laughed and said, "Yes, it's time to increase taxes. When Taizu founded his country, he divided the people of the world into four grades: scholars, farmers, industry and commerce. There were no one or two craftsmen in the world who were rich, and eight or nine out of ten difficult ones, and no taxes were added.

Then you can only increase the agricultural tax. The agricultural tax is from thirty tax to twenty tax one. May I ask how much silver you can get from Lord Sun.”

Sun Chengzong closed his eyes and calculated, "Twenty-one taxes, you should get three million taels of silver."

Ma Cheng was worried: "It is still a big shortage to get three million taels of silver. The tax exemption of the aristocratic people is customized by our dynasty, so who should we add the tax?"

Ainanxing was almost swallowed to death, and finally said angrily: "Increase the commercial tax!"

Ma Cheng slapped his face with a smile: "That's right, Mr. Ai Gao Lun, I admire him."

Thousands of scholars on the street all had their expressions in a silence. There were many people who rolled their eyes at Ainanxing. This stupid guy was really stupid to read. Even the words of adding commercial tax were said. Is it so easy to add commercial tax?

.In the past, the Donglin Gongs had arguing with the emperor in order to stop the mining tax and increased the commercial tax. Aren’t you afraid that the Donglin Gongs jumped up and slapped?

Someone in the crowd said anxiously: "It's ridiculous. Isn't it a struggle with the people for profit?"

Some people also refuted angrily: "Will the saint's words be wrong without adding commercial taxes? If the people are in their capacity, then what is wrong with the saint's words? How can the saint's words be wrong?"

Ainanxing's face gradually turned pale, and he finally realized that he was framed by design. As soon as he said the words of raising the tax, it was like a big mouth skewed on the faces of the loyal ministers and virtuous officials. It also added during the Wanli period.

Commercial taxes were attacked by scholars all over the world, and Donglin officials attacked them and spitted everywhere. If it was right to increase commercial taxes, wouldn’t it mean that the moral gentlemen of Donglin were wrong, and the emperor and the eunuch party were right.

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Ma Cheng bowed to Mr. Sun and said seriously: "Remember, on a certain month and a certain day, Linchuan's son Ainanxing debated with someone at the Imperial College in the capital. Please increase the commercial tax, and followers are everywhere."

Ainanxing's face turned pale, but the Dongchang Actor nodded and laughed: "The villain has written it down."

More than a thousand scholars and students around him, and those who are more intelligent have long since escaped. There are so many followers. This is a fatal matter. God knows whether they will be regarded as followers. Dongchang already has the power to investigate and supervise all officials.

Naturally, there is no way to talk nonsense in such important places as Imperial College and Confucius Temple. I am afraid that this little news can be placed on the emperor's imperial case in less than a few hours. Is it a trivial matter to gather outside the Imperial College?

Ainanxing looked disheveled and shouted, "You frame me!"

Ma Cheng turned his back and said coldly: "In broad daylight, in full view of everyone, how can I frame you?"

More scholars around him have escaped, but some nerds are still confused and still want to read the whole story. The increase in the business tax was indeed said by Mr. Ai, which is irrefutable. Few people watch the show.

After half of it, Young Master Ai became more and more scared the more he thought about it. Finally, he started to shake like a sieve.

Ma Cheng and his face said with joy: "Go and invite Mr. Ai to the East Factory, and serve them with delicious food and drinks. Don't make things difficult for you."

Fanzi hurriedly agreed: "As for orders, I will report to my factory here. My factory respects the head of the town."

Ma Cheng smiled and said, "What's your name? You're a clever one."
Chapter completed!