"To be a king, you must not only understand the people's conditions, but also the country's conditions, do you understand?" Ying Zheng looked at Fu Su with very quiet eyes and said word by word. Fu Sum looked at Ying Zheng dully, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
What are you wearing?
And Ying Zheng said as if he was talking to himself: "No king wants to be a butcher. Although harsh punishments are not humane, they are in line with the natural laws of heaven and are the only way to shock people's hearts."
"Is it useful for you to talk about benevolence, justice and morality to those evildoers who are cruel and ruthless?"
"For those ruthless officials who are greedy and cruel and harm the people, can you talk about moral integrity so that these cruel officials can stop exploiting the people?"
"You commit massive aggression against the enemy and wantonly kill your own people with a butcher's knife. Can you convince the enemy to retreat by using etiquette and principles?"
Ying Zheng's brows furrowed into a Sichuan shape, and he asked several questions in succession, and finally said firmly: "No, you can only kill when facing villains, you can only kill when facing cruel officials, and you must kill to stop killing when facing enemy aggression.
Kill those people until their livers and gallbladders are broken, kill them until they dare not act recklessly, and can only kill, kill, kill..."
Fusu's pupils grew bigger and bigger, until he heard Ying Zheng's last words, the ideals and ambitions in his heart and the grand blueprint for the future seemed to be shattered. He was a little confused. Was he wrong all along? He really
He didn't know, and there was only endless confusion in his heart at this time. "You have been in charge of the country for more than a month, do you know how much the tax revenue will be this year?" Ying Zheng suddenly asked, looking at Fusu and said meaningfully.
Fusu was slightly startled, a little confused, but he hesitated and replied honestly: "Back to my father, if I remember correctly, the national grain tax this year is 5.47 million dan, and the commercial tax is about 470,000 taels of gold.
, and various other miscellaneous taxes that were used to improve people's livelihood ten years ago and have been abolished by Emperor Father. These two items are the main source of the Qin treasury."
"Well, I guess you are interested." Ying Zheng nodded and then said, "Then do you know how much the Qin Emperor's seven-year grain tax and commercial tax are?"
"The seventh year of Emperor Qin?" Fusu was stunned. Although he was only a few years old in the seventh year of Emperor Qin, there were documents in the palace, so he had naturally read them. There was a hint of enlightenment in his heart, and he immediately answered honestly.
"In the seventh year of Emperor Qin's reign, the grain tax was 3.69 million taels, and the commercial tax was 340,000 taels of gold."
Ying Zheng stood with his hands behind his hands and said with a strange look on his face: "The Qin Dynasty is now rich and powerful and the people are strong, and the four seas are unified, but the tax revenue is almost negligible compared to when the world was not unified."
Ying Zheng's eyes suddenly sharpened, he looked directly at Fusu and asked, "Where have all these taxes gone?"
"Father, now that the country has been unified, the expenditures of the court are much greater than in previous years. There are more officials and servants, as well as the labor of the soldiers than before. Therefore, most of the tax revenue is used to pay the salaries of the officials, servants, and soldiers in the palace.
Expenses, as well as last year's military disaster and the expenses of Da Qin's conquest of the world." Fusu was surprised at first, but then said immediately. "Pedantry." Ying Zheng looked at Fusu, shook his head, reprimanded, and continued;
"Are these the written statements of those officials whom the imperial court relies on?"
"Father, Holy Ming." Fusu felt a little confused, but he did follow the instructions in the memorial.
"The Qin Dynasty is rich all over the world. The imperial court's annual income from copper mines, iron mines, silver mines, and salt is enough to cover the salaries of these official servants and the expenses of the palace, and there is even a surplus. But what is the reality? The imperial court still has to pay these fees every year.
Copper mines, iron mines, silver mines, and salt production workshops are provided with subsidies, otherwise it will be difficult to maintain operations."
"You don't know how much food and salary the four major armies spent on the expedition last year? You don't know how rich the treasury was after we unified the world ten years ago, and plundered the wealth of the six countries? Or you don't even know that all this money was used by those corrupt officials to line their own pockets.
?Or you also don’t know that if this continues, the Qin Dynasty will be unable to make ends meet, and within three years the national treasury will be completely destitute, and the government will be unable to maintain its operation, and collapse is imminent?" Ying Zheng shouted sharply, and every word was like a sharp knife inserted into Fusu's chest.
Inwardly, cold sweat broke out on Fusu's forehead.
"You're really not doing very well as a supervisor. You're too young, so I'm really disappointed." Ying Zheng looked at Fusu with some disappointment, shook his head and sighed.
"Father, I am wrong." Fusu burst into tears with a look of regret on his face.
"I can tolerate these moths sucking the blood of the Qin Dynasty, and I can tolerate these moths eating the flesh of the Qin Dynasty. After all, human nature is despicable, and all officials are corrupt, both in ancient and modern times." Ying Zheng smiled slightly, seeming to be mocking himself.
Fusu was stunned for a moment. He couldn't see through his father today. There was an indescribable feeling stuck in his chest, making him panic.
"However, I will never tolerate these moths gnawing at the bones of the Qin Dynasty. This is my bottom line, and it is also the inverse scale of the Qin Dynasty. Those who dare to overstep and want to make the country of the Qin Dynasty collapse, then I will not only take back the capital with profits,
Even their lives must be taken together." Ying Zheng sneered. He knows human nature well. Although he has been in seclusion these years, he has always paid attention to the lifeline of the Qin Empire. Fusu may be a benevolent monarch, but he cannot
Not a perfect monarch, he finally realized why the First Emperor was always hesitant and difficult to make a decision on appointing a prince. One word is difficult, two words are difficult, three words are very difficult. Ying Zheng sincerely felt that being a king was difficult.
suffering.
Fusu knelt at Ying Zheng's feet, not daring to release his breath. He could clearly feel the murderous aura emanating from his father's body, which made him terrified.
"You are kind and hesitant, but you lack the decisiveness that an emperor should have. You understand the overall situation and current affairs, but you don't know how to adapt, the king's method of assessing the situation." Ying Zheng made no secret of his appreciation and criticism of Fusu and told him frankly.
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"My son is so stupid that I have troubled my father." Fusu still looked like a child who made mistakes, looking very depressed, as if he had suffered a huge setback.
"Go back to the ancestral temple and think about your mistakes behind closed doors. Without my will, if you dare to step out of the ancestral temple again, I will kill you with my own hands." Ying Zheng looked directly at Fusu and said unceremoniously.
Fusu looked at Ying Zheng and did not doubt what his father had said. He immediately bowed and said, "I will definitely abide by my father's teachings. Please rest assured, father. I will learn from my mistakes and change my past mistakes."
Ying Zheng glanced at him, turned around, walked towards his dragon couch, leaned on the dragon couch and uttered one word to Fusu: "Get out."
Fusu immediately felt like he was being pardoned. After the ceremony, he immediately walked out with some trembling. After opening the door, he carefully closed the door again, leaving only Ying Zheng leaning on the dragon couch and closing it slightly.
Binocular.
At this time, the entire city of Xianyang was surrounded by hundreds of thousands of troops. The city was full of chickens and dogs, and a storm was completely set off in Xianyang City...