By the time Chen Yongfu arrived at the mouth of Liaohe River, Li Jingwu had already captured Taiping Fort and was defending the city.
"How did the creation of slaves come so quickly?"
With the sea breeze blowing on his face, Chen Yongfu stood on the Tianzhuang Fort. All he could see were the soldiers of the Beijing camp and the tents that could not be seen beyond the horizon.
He was not wearing armor, but was wearing a strong suit with a short gun tied around his waist, making him appear heroic.
"I guess I came here regardless of the baggage." Beside him, the burly Yan Guochao was like a big mountain, shielding him from the wind and rain.
"Maybe he is afraid of death!" Wang Guangen said calmly: "After all, this place is too close to Shenyang."
"Along the Liaohe River, you can go straight to Liaoyang."
Prime Minister Huiden, who was in charge of the navy, could not help but cooperate: "As long as the army moves forward, our navy will definitely keep its supplies and food."
"It's time to work."
Chen Yongfu nodded to Prime Minister Hui Deng, and then said to the generals:
"Everyone usually works in the Governor's Mansion on idle errands, but things are different now. We need to put in a lot of effort."
As he spoke, he raised his hands to the west, which was the direction of Beijing, with a respectful expression on his face: "In this battle, more than 100,000 troops were dispatched, more than 300,000 civilians were running, 100,000 livestock, and tens of thousands of ships."
"Can we live up to His Majesty's high expectations?"
"How dare you disobey your humble position?"
All the princes and men responded in unison, with an astonishing momentum and looked very uplifted.
"Expel the slaves and rebuild the mountains and rivers——"
The military judges passed along the compiled slogans, and the morale of the military was shaken for a while.
After boosting morale, Chen Yongfu held a meeting. All the people coming and going were princes and princes. The earl could only take the seat at the bottom. Zinan had no place at all and could only sit in.
"This battle is the last battle to clean up Liaodong, and it is also a battle to wash away the shame. You must remember that Jiannu will jump over the wall in a hurry and fight to the end. We must stabilize the morale of the army..."
Chen Yongfu started to give instructions, with deep sadness in his eyebrows.
In Liaodong, it is completely unfamiliar and no longer belongs to the ancient world. For the soldiers, fighting in a foreign land is a huge disadvantage.
What's more, they are facing fierce Jiannu slaves, so this will inevitably be a brutal fight.
The original plan to capture Liaoyang and then engage in a decisive battle seems unlikely.
He glanced at Prime Minister Huiden and felt relieved. As long as the Navy was here, there would be a way out at any time. This was great.
It seems that the plan has to be changed again.
Gritting the bullet, Chen Yongfu made new arrangements.
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At the same time, the entire north was busy with war.
With the progress of the times and military leaps forward, the importance of logistics materials has increased to an unparalleled level.
For example, in the past, as long as the knife was not rolled up, gunpowder could still be used to fight on the battlefield. But now, as long as there is no gunpowder, the guns and artillery will not fire, and it will become a naked fight.
Food has taken second place to logistics.
"Your Majesty, this is the busy farming season. Recruiting such a large-scale corvee will inevitably reduce production."
On the road from Beijing to Tianjin, the hot sun is baking the earth, but there is still an endless stream of vehicles transporting grain, grass, and equipment, forcing pedestrians to the roadside.
Hundreds of thousands of civilians were drafted and forced to resume this war involving the fate of the Ming Dynasty. There were endless complaints, but no one dared to resist...
More than ten thousand soldiers from the capital are constantly patrolling the entire Shuntian Mansion to prevent unrest from happening at this critical moment.
Zhang Shenyan, wearing a bamboo hat to hide his appearance, stood behind the emperor and sighed softly.
"I know what you mean."
Zhu Yixi shook his head and the bamboo hat on his head swayed: "Shun Tianfu will be exempted from the land tax this year!"
"Your Majesty is wise." The cabinet ministers who accompanied the emperor on inspection all praised him.
Under the three-year tax exemption and two-year half-tax policy implemented in the second year of Shaowu, Shuntian Prefecture was required to pay half-tax this year, but now it is exempted.
This is a great thing for the people.
However, one of Zhang Juzheng's whipping methods already included corvee service, land tax, and dingyin. In other words, ordinary people did not need to perform corvee service after paying the grain tax.
However, how could local officials' showdowns and miscellaneous taxes disappear, let alone cheap corvee services?
In the later period, basically the money will still be collected and the corvee will still be served.
During the Yongzheng period, the gentry and gentry were implemented as one unit to pay taxes, which is the best proof of the resurgence of corvee service.
In fact, if the whip law is followed, the gentry and the common people will not have to do corvee service.
The same is true for the boastful Tan Ding Rumu. Ding Yin has long been merged into a whip silver, which is the result of reappearing.
But later on, the same old behavior relapsed. After all, it would be nothing, so who would spend money?
After paying the money, you still do the corvee. But the untouchables still don’t want to do the corvee? They are rebelling.
Therefore, Zhu Yixi originally planned to imitate his example of working as a farmer, but after looking carefully one by one, he found that this was what Zhang Juzheng had already done, so how could he be so smart as to pick someone up?
If we do this again, wouldn’t it be tantamount to increasing taxes?
The reinstatement of corvee service already made Zhu Yixi feel guilty. How could he torture the people again?
As for Huo Huo Gui Gong, with the large-scale popularization of silver yuan and copper yuan, Huo Huo has slowly disappeared.
The biggest dilemma lies in the fact that the gentry and the gentry all work together to pay for food.
Regarding corvee work, Zhu Yixi was very generous and granted exemption.
After all, people have finally succeeded in becoming a scholar and have returned home to live in retirement. If you still ask them to do corvee service, isn’t this pushing people elsewhere?
In the feudal era, these people were the foundation!
This is equivalent to a public servant cutting benefits and taking dead wages. Who can bear this?
Who can be an official without any special privileges?
After Qianlong succeeded to the throne, he immediately abolished the idea that the gentry and gentry were all responsible for paying grain.
However, corvee service can be exempted, but taxation is still practiced throughout the country.
"Your Majesty, are you worried about the military affairs in Liaodong?" Seeing that the emperor was still thinking deeply, Lu Daqi jumped out immediately.
This boldness shocked the others, and their eyes were full of reproach.
This guy really has no rules.
"No." Zhu Yixi didn't care and just sighed: "We have been planning the Liaodong war for half a year, but now we can only leave it to the soldiers at the front to decide the outcome."
"Furthermore, if it doesn't work this year, there will be next year. If it doesn't work this time, there will be next time. Liaodong will be restored no matter what."
After saying this, the emperor knelt down, grabbed a handful of dust with his hands, squeezed it into a ball, and then scattered it away.
All this may seem like child's play, but this is the emperor's performance, and every move has a profound meaning.
"In the past few years, the north has been exempted from taxes for three years. This summer, a grain tax will be imposed. After two years, it will be a half tax and then a full tax. Can the people in the north bear it?"
Zhu Yixi clapped her hands, shook off the dry dust from her hands, and then washed her hands with clean water and dried them, as if nothing happened just now.
The four people behind him were lost in thought.
Regarding taxation, as early as the shogunate period, it was completely different from that of the imperial court.
In the Ming Dynasty, the land tax was thirty to one, but after the One Whip Law, it was almost fifteen to one, depending on whether the land was good or bad, ranging from one cent, two cents, and three cents of silver.
One tael of silver equals one hundred cents.
That is, the minimum payment is ten cents per mu of land.