The people of Zhao State believed in the priest's palace. If the priest said it was good, most people thought it was good.
This is based on the prestige accumulated by the Priest Palace since the founding of the country.
As a result of this tax reform, the national treasury revenue is much higher than last year. The Ministry of Household Affairs’ preliminary estimate is more than six times. This is a very remarkable figure.
This means that in this summer alone, the taxes for the past three years have been collected, and adding the autumn taxes, it will be six years.
The country will become rich and the military will be strong just around the corner, and the reputation of Gu Fenglin and Shengguan Palace will reach an unprecedented height.
How could this not arouse the vigilance and fear of conservatives?
Therefore, what they want to do now is to arouse public anger and destroy the reputation of Gu Fenglin and Shenguan Palace among the people.
"It just so happens that I am the master's weakness and the opening to break through him."
Mu Yunhan's expression was sonorous: "As long as I can keep the reputation of the Priest's Palace and your Lord, it's worth it even if I rebuild this street and use half of my family property to compensate these people.
Therefore, another very important thing to do now is to contact the Yamen, calculate the losses of the people, and agree on compensation..."
She and Gu Fenglin have no children, and Mu An and Mu Ying have become people who can live a good life with their own hands. What does this little family fortune mean?
In short, if you can't starve to death, you can only sleep in a place two feet wide.
Mu Li looked at Mu Yunhan blankly.
Under the night, she was covered in dust and sweat, and even looked a little embarrassed.
But in his opinion, her whole body was emitting an unusual light, so bright that it was dazzling.
"Mu Li, madam is talking to you, why are you so dazed?"
Xiaomi poked him and reminded him in a low voice: "Madam asked you to be responsible for the compensation."
Mu Li hurriedly recovered his mind: "Yes..."
Mu Yunhan looked at him with concern: "Why are you distracted? Are you too tired?"
Mu Li was ashamed for a while, and his eyes drifted into the distance. He saw a person standing at the corner nearby, so he excused himself and said, "My servant thought that person looked familiar."
His voice suddenly stopped because that person looked really familiar.
Mu Yunhan followed his gaze and saw that Meng Jia was standing there alone.
Zhu Dayou rushed over and whispered: "I heard that the imperial court sent an imperial envoy to investigate the fire. His surname is Meng."
Mu Yunhan knew in his mind that Meng Jia was the imperial envoy.
By the way, he came very quickly.
She walked towards Meng Jia generously: "Brother Meng."
Meng Jia returned her gift in silence, then turned his eyes to Zhu Dayou: "I heard that the Medicinal Food Hall immediately provided medical rations and bedding?"
Zhu Dayou looked at Mu Yunhan, and after getting the hint, he cooperated and told what happened.
Meng Jia listened silently, looking towards the dark streets with no expression.
Suddenly, a group of people came quickly and surrounded them with "hoo-la-la".
The leader said loudly: "Brother Ten, why did you come here without saying hello..."
But it was Meng Jia's younger brother Meng Twelve. When he saw Mu Yunhan and others, he showed disdain and said mockingly: "Profiteers, not only competing for profits with the people, but also harming the people."
Gou Sheng'er was furious: "Who are you scolding?"
Meng Twelve said loudly: "Whoever you scold is the one! Everyone, come and see, the owner of the Medicinal Food Hall who killed your relatives and burned your house is here, repaying injustice and taking revenge!"
Meng Jia suddenly changed his color and shouted coldly: "Shut up!"
Meng Twelve said loudly: "Brother Ten, if they dare to do something, they must dare to do it. I can't tell them what they can do..."