Zhong Jinwei thought for a moment and ordered the sergeant: "Let them wait in the lobby."
After finishing speaking, he turned back to the old farmer and said kindly: "Uncle, I hope you will pay more attention to the sweet potato matter and find a way to grow it in Qin as soon as possible. If you need anything, just ask Hong Zhongcheng. This is
As far as I know, the yield of sweet potatoes is very large, and the leaves, stems, and stems can be eaten. The disaster will continue for several years, and then I am afraid that I will have to rely on this thing to save my life."
The old farmer was frightened when he heard this, and felt that he had a heavy responsibility. He felt a little scared in his heart. But when he saw Zhong Jinwei's eyes looking at him, they were full of trust. He felt excited for no reason. Although he was an old and steady man, he still felt passionate.
Yong, holding his hands full of old muscles tightly, he assured Zhong Jinwei: "Please don't worry, Master Imperial Envoy. Even if the old man entrusts his life here, he still has to figure out a way to do it."
Zhong Jinwei nodded, then turned to Hong Chengchou and told him: "You should come here often. Firstly, you can see what requirements the uncle has and try to meet them. Secondly, you can tell your subordinates not to make things difficult for the uncle and affect his research."
"Yes, Lord Marquis." Seeing that Zhong Jinwei was explaining the matter seriously, Hong Chengchou did not dare to be negligent, so he bowed with his hands and agreed.
After Zhong Jinwei finished giving these instructions, he left the garden and walked towards the front office. Hong Chengchou followed him and followed him.
Hong Chengchou was thinking about things while walking. After walking out of the garden, he suggested to Zhong Jinwei: "Master Marquis, we have taken the initiative now. In the opinion of the subordinate, why not forgive them for a few more days?"
Zhong Jinwei heard Hong Chengchou speak behind him, and did not turn around. He just said as he walked: "Hengjiu, my schedule is very tight. I will leave for the capital in the next few days. I don't have enough time! I'll leave it to you to deal with it.
Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it now.”
Hong Chengchou was shocked when he heard this, and his footsteps became a little heavier. Although Zhong Jinwei didn't hear the change in his footsteps, he knew that he might have a misunderstanding, so he explained: "I said I won't leave it to you, not because of your ability.
No, it's because you don't have enough power and you don't have any soldiers. If I leave and leave it to you, I'm afraid you will be ignored by them and you won't be able to do anything."
When Zhong Jinwei said this, he stopped, turned to look at Hong Chengchou, and continued: "Land annexation and tax evasion by businessmen are very wide-ranging matters. Your officials and generals at all levels may be involved. Once they unite
If I stand up to resist you, at best, you may be sidelined, and at worst, your life may be in danger. Do you think I was wrong?"
Zhong Jinwei said so. Regardless of whether he agreed or not, Hong Chengchou could only nod his head and said: "Master Hou is right, or Master Hou has thought carefully."
Hong Chengchou was an official in Qin alone. If he had brought his family with him, he might have a lot of land himself. As for taxes, who would collect taxes from the property of the governor's family?
Zhong Jinwei thought for a moment maliciously, then turned his head and continued walking. As he walked, he explained: "I don't want to touch these two pieces of content for the time being, because they involve too many areas. After hearing about it in other places, I'm afraid there will be violent incidents.
The reaction will affect the resurgence of the Ming Dynasty. After I arrive in the capital, I will slowly change this content."
"The Marquis is wise." Hong Chengchou flattered Zhong Jinwei, but he was thinking in his heart, this is a problem that has been faced by all dynasties. Can Zhongxing Hou find a solution?
"I'm just giving them a beating now so that they can cooperate with you in disaster relief in Qin, stabilize the situation, and prevent large-scale bandits from appearing again." Zhong Jinwei said this smoothly, thought of a few things, and stopped again and turned around.
Look at Hong Chengchou.
Hong Chengchou followed Zhong Jinwei while listening to his words. Unexpectedly, Zhong Jinwei stopped again. He was caught off guard and almost bumped into him.
After he narrowly avoided it, he saluted Zhong Jinwei and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Zhong Jinwei waved his hand, and then said: "I just thought of a few things that I want to tell you."
"Please give me your instructions, Lord Marquis."
"First, you comprehensively analyze the situation in Qin and see what taxes the court should collect and what taxes should not be collected. Summarize it yourself, and then report it to the emperor. Now that the emperor has a lot of money, as long as there are sufficient reasons, he will definitely do it.
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When Zhong Jinwei said this, his face became serious. He stared at Hong Chengchou's face and warned: "Everything must be focused on disaster relief. If I find that you give tax exemptions to the rich but not the poor, or return taxes to the poor, I will be punished."
If you ignore it, you will know the consequences."
Zhong Jinwei had mentioned these things again and again, and Hong Chengchou said quickly: "Don't worry, Lord Marquis, I will not let you down."
"That's good." Zhong Jinwei nodded and acknowledged Hong Chengchou's guarantee, and then said: "Second, the tax that should be collected must be announced clearly in advance. Don't let your subordinates increase the tax amount privately, and don't increase X's tax.
No matter whether you are rich or poor, you cannot do this to B."
"Yes, Lord Marquis."
"Third, the imperial court has explicitly ordered all salt-producing areas to increase salt production and re-introduced the method of opening up grain to China. Qin will also be a place where grain is exchanged for salt, but this time it is not a simple matter of obtaining grain and providing disaster relief."
Hong Chengchou didn't understand, so he quickly bowed and asked for advice: "Please make it clear, Lord Marquis."
Zhong Jinwei felt uncomfortable standing here talking for a long time, so he called Hong Chengchou and went to the back office first. As for the squires in the front office, he asked them to stay there and cool down.
As Zhong Jinwei walked, he explained to Hong Chengchou: "The imperial court should set up a road office immediately to take charge of road reconstruction projects across the country. Your Qin region should also plan for those important roads that need to be rebuilt. Report to the capital. People will be sent over at that time.
Build cement plants, use cement to build roads, and let the victims work for relief. Of course, those who really have no ability to work will be given food directly."
"Yes, Lord Marquis." Hong Chengchou agreed first, and then asked in confusion: "What is this cement?"
When Zhong Jinwei heard this, he remembered that except for the capital, very few people had heard of this cement in other places, so he had to spend his time explaining it to Hong Chengchou.
Unconsciously, they returned to their original house. Hong Chengchou clapped his hands and called the maid to come over and change the pot of hot tea. Zhong Jinwei drank a cup before continuing to explain.
The more Hong Chengchou heard, the happier he became. This matter was of great benefit to him. It would greatly help him gain a foothold in the Qin land and as the governor. Using this as an exchange point for interests, he could win over those who had been divided.
Squires, officials, and generals established a circle around themselves.
Hong Chengchou's original plan was to win over the generals by encircling and suppressing the bandits and making military exploits, so that they could reward him with credit, or report more points. Those who did not lean toward him would naturally receive less credit accordingly.
In the original history, he also did this. But in this dimension, because of Zhong Jinwei, he lost this opportunity to make meritorious service by killing thieves. Moreover, Zhong Jinwei asked him many times to take care of the victims and prevent stray thieves.
When he was thinking about how to replace it, Zhong Jinwei sent him a sleeping pillow.
Unknowingly, he was a lot more polite to Zhong Jinwei in his words and deeds.
After Zhong Jinwei said these words, he thought about what else he wanted to explain, and suddenly he was reminded of something.
He put down the tea cup in his hand and told Hong Chengchou seriously: "Although I happened to meet the bandits running eastward this time and wiped out most of them, some bandits still escaped. Please pay attention, there is a reward for going to the sea to capture the official document.
Li Hongji's Mizhi people. They want to see people alive, and they want to see corpses after death. If they catch anyone alive, they will be sent to the capital."
Zhong Jinwei is still very concerned about Li Hongji. As long as the government fails to provide disaster relief, that person is likely to come back, which has been proven in history. Since he has traveled through time, he cannot give him a chance. Even if Li Hongji dies,
Others will appear, so let him take the risk. Li Hongji must control it anyway.
Hong Chengchou was very curious about Zhong Jinwei's special explanation. He didn't know why this bandit named Li Hongji attracted so much attention from the Marquis of Zhongxing. Among the bandit leaders he had heard of, there seemed to be no such number one figure. But since it was the Marquis of Zhongxing who specifically
After the order, Hong Chengchou also replied seriously: "Please rest assured, Lord Marquis, I will definitely find this person."
After Zhong Jinwei finished explaining this matter, he really couldn't think of anything else to explain, so he stood up, smiled at Hong Chengchou and said, "Let's go to the front office to play with those people."