"Your Majesty will definitely suppress the ministers and cleanse the wind of the scammers!"

As the out-of-conformity developed, the gentry were panicked.

Since they became the top predators of the Ming Dynasty, they have lived a very comfortable life.

But now it has changed!

The emperor wanted to touch their jobs, and sent Fang Xing, the butcher, clearly serious.

Whoever touches my job, I will kill the whole family!

They had this confidence in the past, but as the external troubles of the Ming Dynasty gradually eliminated and the king could focus all his attention in the country, they found that this confidence was gradually dissipating.

Only then can Zhu Di sees his far-sightedness back then.

He first consolidated the army and cleaned up many black sheep.

Then came martial arts, breaking the so-called prototype of the general.

In the end, Emperor Wen also left several firearm wards for his future heirs, which was the greatest guarantee in the capital. Moreover, if there is any trouble in various places, he could be dispatched to suppress it at any time.

Pressure!

This is the will that Emperor Wen left for his descendants.

If you don’t accept it, I will suppress you! Use force to suppress you!

Zhu Zhanji obviously took over Zhu Di's mantle and directly sent his most trusted Fang to wake up.

More than ten heads and Mr. Seventeen's broken legs are all pressing!

Jinan City is waiting, and countless people are waiting.

Everyone was waiting for the messenger in the capital, and then...

"There will not be any more changes in this matter. You must focus on those people. If anyone is rash, you must take action immediately. Remember, don't hesitate to crush the crisis to the budding state."

Fang Xing sat in front of Chang Yu, Qian Hui, and the prefect Huang Lu.

After Qian Hui and Fang Xing finished speaking, they asked, "Bo Xinghe, there are many gentry in Jinan. What should I do if I attack together?"

Huang Lu smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, Xiaguan has visited everywhere these days, not only the gentry is furious, but the farmers who have contributed are also scolding each other. If Xiaguan had not run fast, he would have been smashed by someone."

"That's someone instigating me!"

Fang Xing was talking lies with his eyes open.

Those farmers who contributed to the land rent that was lower than taxes, so they were naturally dissatisfied with this policy.

"The people are easily bewitched, so you should calm them down and tell them that in the future, there will be more and more fields to be divided, agricultural tools will be more and more labor-saving, and seeds will be more and more productive. You must believe in Your Majesty and the Ming Dynasty!"

Fang Xing felt that he was preaching. He wanted to convey the ideas he thought were correct to these people, and then slowly spread.

"The people will blindly follow, so we need to guide you. There is not enough land? Immigrate. If you don't want to immigrate, who will blame me? Can Your Majesty still take other people's land for you?"

"Let them know that the rent they handed over to the gentry every year would turn into loans in the famine, and finally they would collect all their capital and interests, and they would eventually become slaves to others."

Chang Yu said calmly: "Xinghe Bo, but these must be based on the taxation within the scope of the people's endurance. This official learned that taxation is one thing, at least it will not make the people unable to survive. But the following levies are the big ones. The people are destroyed by these levies, and their families are lost. They can't bear it anymore and the whole family will run away."

“Taxes will gradually improve.”

Fang Xing pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Ben still hopes to see the one-tax system."

"One tax system?"

After all, Chang Yu was the governor. After all, he understood Fang Xing's meaning after thinking a little. He said, "Xinghe Bo, what do you mean is... Just like the previous Song Dynasty, all labor service is given to Tianmu and Dingkou, and then pay the Hetian tax together?"

Fang Xing nodded in appreciation and said, "Mr. Chang is keen. This is indeed what he meant, but he has not told His Majesty yet."

"Xinghe Bo, this matter is beneficial to the country and the people, but it is a waste of firewood!"

Huang Lu said panic: "How was Wang Jinggong back then? He had to end up sadly. Now that he wanted to cancel these preferential treatments, he offended the gentry. If it was a tax system... the officials... were offended to the officials in the world!"

Qian Hui said with a serious expression: "Xinghe Bo has offended the gentry. The Ming Dynasty will be in chaos for a while, and it will still be full of dangers within ten years. If you offend the officials again, it will be undesirable."

Fang Xing nodded. After they left, Wang He came in and said with a look that I had expected, "Our family has long said it is unreliable, how about it?"

Fang Xing shook his head, then looked at the ground quietly.

"I never thought of getting this out now, just to see what local officials think about it, now it seems..."

Wang He said in confusion: "Brother Xinghe, Your Majesty..."

Fang Xing looked up and smiled, "Don't worry, I will always stand in front."

Boom!

The first rain in early autumn moistened the earth.

Yu Qian stood on the ground and looked at the empty fields that had just been harvested, leaving only wheat roots. He looked up and narrowed his eyes and said, "Why are those people lazy?"

It is the time to herd cattle in the early morning, but there are no cows on the ground, and no cows are seen.

The clerk around him said, "Sir, half of the land in the village is... The people started to make trouble when they heard that they had to collect all taxes. The family also stood by and watched, let alone cows, they had no intention of making food."

Yu Qian saw that there was no smoke in the village not far away, so he ran over.

When I arrived in the village, I saw the children playing in front of the house, but there was no adult.

"...The land belongs to our family. If we collect taxes, we will definitely have to come back if we want to come back! Otherwise, the government will collect taxes and his family will definitely have to increase it. How can this family survive at that time!"

A woman was screaming and then a man's voice came.

"It's hard to get it! The land deed is in his family. Now he's angry. If he doesn't do it well, he will put our family in prison, hey!"

"Then let's sue the government, the documents from that year were made by those people!"

"You stupid woman! Even if you win, what can you do afterwards? Those little officials can take our lives!"

Yu Qian stood outside this house, his face as deep as water.

"Sir..." The clerk who followed him said awkwardly: "The country people have no knowledge, this is nonsense."

"I think this is very insightful."

Yu Qian said coldly, then said to it: "Master, can you give me a bowl of water?"

The quarrel inside came to an abrupt end, and then a barefoot man walked out. Seeing that Yu Qian and the little clerk were both in green shirts, he bowed and said, "The family is so lusty, if the noble man doesn't dislike it..."

After entering, a woman was weaving cloth in the house. When she saw Yu Qian and the others coming in, she was too lazy to get up, but she didn't look down.

A seven or eight-year-old boy ran into the house, then hid behind the door and looked at Yu Qian and the others. His curious eyes made Yu Qian feel depressed.

The man made two bowls of water and said apologetically: "Neople, the tea in the young family is too thick, so I dare not give it to the noble person..."

“That’s great, thank you.”

The drizzle was hazy, and Yu Qian took the opportunity to drink water and asked, "Are you afraid that you will not go back to the ground?"

The man smiled and said, "There is nothing, the land belongs to other people's homes, and the smallest ones are just tenants."

Yu Qian sighed in his heart, then took out a treasure note and said, "I have some fate with your family. Maybe I have lunch here at noon?"

The man's eyes lit up and pushed him, "Eating is simple, but it's just a simple meal. I'm afraid that noble people will not like it. As for... money, it's not worth it."

Yu Qian stuffed the treasure money into his hand without saying a word, and then pushed it back and forth a few times before the man turned around and cursed: "How much money can weave cloth? Go and cut a piece of meat, kill a chicken and wine."

The woman was furious and was about to drive out the people when she came out. When she saw the treasure money in her husband's hand, she immediately happily carried the basket and took the child away.
Chapter completed!