"How much tax are you going to charge them?”
Liu Ximing followed beside Liu Chuan. He saw Liu Chuan smoking while walking and asked.
"How high? Why didn't you ask me how to collect it?"
Liu Chuan glanced at him and asked slowly.
"Is there anything different about collecting taxes?”
Liu Ximing didn't understand. Was there a different way to collect taxes?
"Of course it's different. Perhaps it's the same in your eyes, but it's different in mine. I'm going to collect different taxes according to different types of food ~"
Liu Chuan said calmly.
"How?"
"For example, for wheat and Barley, a unified 10% tax is equivalent to 1% tax. 100 catties of wheat or Barley, 10 catties. For example, the yield of sweet potatoes was high. Even if they were planted on barren land, the yield would be around 1,200 to 300 catties per mu.
The tax on sweet potatoes is slightly higher, 50%. You can say that we split it half when we meet."
Liu Chuan said slowly.
"Fifty percent? You're too high!"
Liu Ximing frowned and said, 50% of the sweet potatoes, half when they meet? He had never seen such a high tax rate except when he was with the Japanese.
"You idiot, what do you know? The imperial army needed grain as military rations. If they didn't harvest more sweet potatoes, by the time the imperial army sent people down, they would have 50% of the wheat and wheat.
The staple food of the people around here was wheat. If they harvested too much, what would the people eat? The sweet potatoes alone were harvested at 50%. The yield of sweet potatoes was also high. For example, the old man's house had eight acres of wheat planted. If their harvest this year was calculated at the lowest, they would have 640 catties of wheat.
They had to pay 64 catties of wheat for the 10% tax, so they could still keep 576 catties of wheat for themselves. They had seven mu of sweet potatoes. Even if one mu of sweet potatoes could only produce 500 kilograms, seven mu would still be 7,000 kilograms. After paying half of the taxes, he still had 3,500 catties left.
3,500 catties of sweet potatoes, 570 catties of wheat, and 4,000 catties of grain were more than enough for a family of six to eat in a year.
" It's also easy for me to report to the imperial army. I can also report 40% of the taxes. Moreover, the imperial army wants food. As long as we hand over the food and the soldiers can eat it, they won't care what kind of food it is.
The generals of the imperial army all had their own small canteen where they ate rice balls. These grains were military rations, and the big-headed soldiers ate them. Therefore, the sweet potatoes had to be 50%.
Otherwise, I won't be able to do my job, and the imperial army will have to send people down to collect taxes. At that time, would the commoners still have so much food?
At that time, it would be a matter of killing the goose that laid the golden eggs, and a large number of refugees would appear again.”
In fact, there was one thing that Liu Chuan did not mention. Whether it was sweet potatoes or potatoes, both of them had high production. There was no way to collect 50% tax from these two crops.
If the output was high, the income would be high. If the output was low, the income would be low. Only then could he report the general tax rate.
Otherwise, if the Japanese came down to collect taxes, it would be good if they could leave more than 100 catties of wheat for you. If they were to leave 7,000 catties of sweet potatoes, they might leave you 100 to 200 catties.
He also had to report to the Japanese. This was the only way. One high and one low, report the average tax rate, or the general tax rate, and then the number will be higher.
When the Japanese saw that they had collected enough food, they did not care.
"Oh right, there's also the poultry tax. Right, I also want to lay my cards on the table about the poultry tax ~"
Liu Chuan suddenly said.
"Poultry-tax? You want to increase taxes? It's already 50%!"
Liu Ximing saw the number, but when he heard the poultry tax, his eyes widened.
"Right ~ poultry tax. It doesn't matter if every household raises poultry. When the time comes, we'll allocate some money from the tax to buy and distribute them.
He told these people that the poultry tax was simple. For every two eggs laid by chickens, ducks, and geese, one egg had to be paid as the poultry tax. The chickens, ducks, and geese could not be killed randomly. Every household would set a standard for how many eggs, duck eggs, and so on had to be paid every year. En, yes, this is it ~"
Liu Chuan nodded as he spoke. Liu Ximing followed behind him in silence.
"Kid, learn from me. If we don't add a poultry tax and make them pay these eggs and duck eggs as taxes, I have no reason for the imperial army not to rob them.
Otherwise, the imperial army will still have to rob the people and increase the poultry tax. Only then will I have a reason to tell the imperial army not to rob the people. If you rob them, you won't have eggs to eat in the future ~"
Liu Chuan patted him on the shoulder. Sometimes, the evil system in your eyes was just to protect you.
It was normal for every household to raise some poultry. Now, the Japanese were fooled by him and did not rob the people, but the Japanese were not stupid.
Didn't he say that he wouldn't snatch food or poultry? This was meat. When the Japanese snatched the poultry that the people had worked so hard to raise, the people would be in trouble again.
Therefore, the puppet government would increase the poultry tax and buy some chickens and ducks for the people. Perhaps every household would only have a few. Anyway, they would raise them. Liu Chuan had a reason to stop the Japanese from robbing the civilians. Without a suitable reason, without a sufficient reason, and without any benefits, the Japanese would still have to rob the civilians. As long as there was a reason, it would be fine.
Back in the city, Liu Chuan went to the government to make some arrangements. Unknowingly, it was almost evening, so he was not in a hurry. He brought his men to Hengning Street in Xuzhou.
Almost the entire Hengning Street had been cordoned off. The original merchants on Hengning Street had been moved to other places because the guerrilla prisoners who had surrendered were imprisoned here.
These Japanese soldiers were very good at carrying out their orders. They didn't go in and do anything to the captives as per the agreement. They just watched from the outside. As long as you didn't think of running away, the Japanese soldiers wouldn't care about you.
Every day, Xiang Menghe brought the captured soldiers of the Sichuan army to deliver food to these people. However, their food was not much. They only ate two meals a day.
It was either porridge with pickled vegetables or cornbread with pickled vegetables. Anyway, there was nothing good to eat. If you wanted to eat good food, you could eat as much as you wanted. Liu Chuan did not have that much food for you.
This was more than 30,000 mouths. It was not something that could be fed just like that. They had to take out food. Where did so much food come from now?
Chiba Daiwa was the one who was in charge of Hengning Street. When he saw Liu Chuan and his men wandering over, he quickly stood up.
Although he was very unhappy that the higher-ups of the empire gave Liu Chuan such an identity, and that the emperor was assassinated, he had no choice. He was now Liu Chuan's subordinate.
"Lord Qian Ye, how are the captives these days? Did he cause trouble? Did anyone escape?"
Liu Chuan asked with narrowed eyes.
"The situation isn't too good. In the beginning, they were relatively stable. Later on, they were locked up here. Some people took the lead to cause trouble, saying that they had been deceived by you.
After that, I suppressed it once and killed dozens of people before it stabilized. It was just that many times at night, people could be found trying to climb over the wall to escape.
We've already killed more than a hundred people, but we still can't stop."
Chiba Yamato said with disdain. If he could let someone escape with him here, he should commit suicide.
"It's good that you didn't run away. These stupid people still wanted to escape at this time. Tomorrow morning, bring some people and move these captives outside the city. Give them tools and let them build their own houses and prison camps. Lock them outside the city.
Now that the Empire has agreed to my plan to build military factories in the surrounding areas of Xu Prefecture, these captives will be the best labor force.”
Liu Chuan said lightly.
" Ha, please rest assured, Sir Liu Chuan. I will do it. However, they have too many people. I only have a thousand people. I'm afraid I can't control the situation."
"That doesn't matter. I'll get Takano-kun to send someone to assist you ~"
Liu Chuan said lightly again. Only then did Chiba Yamato relax.
After returning to his mansion, Liu Chuan took out his tablet and printer. After looking at them for a while, he smiled. He thought that these things were useless, but now they would come in handy.
He only hoped that the guerrillas would not disappoint him and not cause trouble. He just had to follow his plan. When the time came, they would take revenge. If they caused trouble now, there would be no results.
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