When Shen Lie was sitting at the tax booth with a golden sword.
Look around.
The flags of those extra-large flat-bottomed official boats came into view, such as Yangzhou Governor's Yamen and Jiangsu and Zhejiang Chief Envoys. The signs were more scary than the last.
Under that high flying flag.
On the spacious deck, there are some officials and their families having fun, elegant scholars, flower-like beauties, and beauties who are playing around and pointing out the country.
Shen Lie put down his tea bowl and asked slowly: "What are the origins of these official ships?"
aside.
The tax collector was startled and hurriedly said respectfully: "Hey, Master Qianhu, you don't know something. This official ship... is filled with the family members of governors and governors from all over the country!"
Shen Lie nodded and responded: "Oh."
Understood.
It turned out that these were passenger ships transporting the families of governors and governors.
Is it an official ship for private use?
Looking at the heavy water lines of the official ships, Shen Lie was thoughtful. Even if the official ships were for private use, how could just a few adults' family members push the ship down so deeply?
Unless these talented and beautiful women weigh as much as fat pigs.
No.
It has to be the weight of an elephant.
It seems that these official ships carry a lot of private goods. As for whose private goods are on board, only the devil knows.
Official ships are naturally exempt from inspection and do not have to pay customs duties.
In silence.
again.
The tax collectors, masters, accountants, and officials lowered their heads guiltily, and then began to wipe away their sweat.
Shen Lie sneered repeatedly but remained calm, picked up the tea bowl on the table, took a sip, and then crossed his legs.
Shen Lie began to close his eyes and rest his mind, and his mind could not help but wander with thoughts.
Talk.
How on earth was the Ming Dynasty’s finances drained?
It's clear at a glance.
What is the business tax in Ming Dynasty?
Thirty tax one.
It’s simply outrageously low!
Commercial taxes have never been so low in all dynasties.
How much is the annual shipping material tax at Tongzhou Wharf? It’s about 50,000 taels a year. This figure makes Shen Lie, a modern man, find it very bizarre!
Compared with those big businessmen who are incredibly wealthy.
This tax is really a drop in the bucket!
This little tax money...
It is probably equivalent to the value of a few first-class skinny horses on the Qinhuai River.
Too miserable.
But even this mere 50,000 taels of customs duty was not paid by adults, but was exploited from small traders with no power or background.
The adults who make a lot of money every day, as well as their relatives and friends, are not even willing to pay such a pitiful tax.
It’s really worth every penny!
But Shen Lie still pretended not to know, and just spat a mouthful of tea foam in the direction of the old censor.
"Ah... bah!"
But Shen Lie knew.
The cover of the canal cannot be lifted yet. Once it is lifted, the stench will be filled with maggots.
So time passed by minute by minute.
until afternoon.
Shen Lie finally understood the truth, what is the meaning of inferiority in everything, only good education, and why he cannot be caught in this age.
It was just after noon.
suddenly.
Dozens of scholars appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by a large number of entourage, servants, and strong men who looked like guards. Hundreds of people broke into the gate in a mighty manner.
Started to confront Dongchang Fanzi.
Far away.
The scholars no longer cared about their manners and yelled at Shen Lie, "Treacherous and sycophantic!"
"lackey!"
"Let them go quickly!"
"I, Yangzhou Shilin, will never give up!"
But Li Rusong ignored him and just sat there with a smile on his face, grinning: "Brother Shen doesn't know something. We, Li, love to join in the fun most in our lives."
Shen Lie was speechless.
Think about it.
Shen Lie Yingwu frowned slightly and advised tactfully: "In this matter... Master Li, it's better not to interfere."
Didn't this harm him?
But Li Rusong also crossed his legs and said carelessly: "Li is the deputy general of the Shenji Battalion, a third-rank officer."