In the peach garden space.
He saw the scene in the palace.
Zhu Xiong Ying's face also lit up with joy.
The third stage!
Remembering the people of the past!
To put it bluntly!
Wasn't he just a person who recalled the past?
From there, he would be able to walk to the front!
He was familiar with her!
At this moment.
The old man went to sleep with the wood carving.
This was the perfect opportunity for him to…officially begin!
"Then from now on…"
"I'll take this opportunity to recall the past!"
Just as he thought of this…
Zhu Xiong Ying extended the Dream Creation Technique and entered the dream.
According to the system,"
Outside the Zhong Mountain range.
If he wanted to enter the dream at will.
He had to have an item that had the same origin as his spiritual aura.
The " wooden statue " that accompanied his childhood.
It was the best bridge!
……
In the Imperial Palace.
The old man lay flat on the bed, his fingers rubbing the head of the wood carving.
She had already fallen into a deep sleep…
"The Tian family has less idle months, and in May, people are busier.”
"At night, the south wind blows, and the wheat is covered with yellow.”
“……”
……
Suddenly.
The sound of a child reciting a poem slowly entered his ears.
Only then did the old man realize.
It was a scorching summer day in the Imperial Palace.
He waved his feather fan and held the lunchbox in one hand.
He was walking quickly in the palace.
He was suddenly startled by the sound.
Without thinking, he smiled.
He strode in.
As expected.
The moment he entered.
Under the eaves of the Eastern Palace.
A child with a childish voice was reciting an ancient poem while shaking his head.
The old master looked at the child.
A huge surprise overflowed from his heart.
He almost ran over.
"Grandpa!"
The little boy's voice stopped abruptly.
He saw the old man.
Her eyes curved into crescents as she ran over happily…
The old man saw this scene.
She clearly wanted to cry.
Her eyes instantly turned red.
However, he laughed and shouted.
"Good grandson, look what grandpa brought you.”
As he spoke.
The old man put down the lunch box in his hand.
"Haha, iced watermelon!"
The little boy immediately widened his eyes in surprise.
But at this moment.
A rebuke came from behind him." Father, it's just a watermelon. Is it worth it for you to give it to me personally?”
"Besides, even you wouldn't be willing to use ice cubes in the middle of summer.”
"Where did he come from…"
Seeing her son, she came out to spoil his mood.
The old man waved his hand." Go to hell!”
"Go and do your thing. How's your reading of the memorial today?”
"Liu Bowen wants to resign again. Have you thought of a way to make him stay? You haven't figured anything out yet. Don't disturb us here."
"I'm willing to give it to my grandson!”
"Even your mother can't control us, and you want to control us?”
"Go, go, go…go do your thing!”
The old man scolded his son.
Then, he squatted down.
She looked at her eldest grandson and loved him no matter how she looked at him.
He carefully took out the lunch box, which was filled with melon pulp that he had personally cut off.
"Come, Grandpa will feed you."
The child opened his mouth, smiled sweetly, and ate it in one big gulp.
"Is it delicious?"
"Grandpa, this is great!"
"Haha, Grandpa knows that our eldest grandson likes to eat. If he likes to eat, then eat more.”
The old man placed the things on the table.
Then, he looked at his eldest grandson curiously.
"What are you memorizing? Help grandpa memorize it."
"It's Bai Juyi's 'Observing and Cutting Wheat'!" Little Zhu Xiongying said in a childish voice.”
"Daddy, let me carry it."
" Oh..." The old man nodded.
Although he had never gone to school when he was young, he had been the emperor for many years.
His cultural upbringing was no longer comparable to the past.
Just the poems he wrote were far inferior to those of ordinary scholar-bureaucrats.
He was naturally very clear about Bai Juyi's poem, which described the Great Tang's tax collection and how he rejoiced at being an official.
"Eldest Sun, continue reciting for Grandpa.”
The old man said.
The little boy quickly nodded.
Then, he shook his head.
"There is also a poor woman holding a child beside him.”
"The right hand holds the tassel, and the left hand hangs the basket.”
"Listening to their conversation, those who hear it are sad.”
"The taxes on the land have been exhausted.”
……
The little boy carried her to this point.
Suddenly, her eyes turned red.
Grandpa, they're so pitiful…"
"Our eldest grandson can understand what you mean."”
"Yes." Little Xiong Ying hurriedly nodded. "Father has taught me."
"Because they had to pay taxes to the Great Tang, they sold all their fields, leaving them with no food to eat.”
"That's why I carried the child and followed behind the others. I hung the bamboo basket with one hand and picked up some wheat that others had missed with the other.”
"The commoners are suffering!"
The old man laughed happily.
He was extremely happy that his grandson could have such compassion when he was young.
"Grandfather, the people are already very poor. Why don't the officials of the Great Tang exempt them and force them?”
The old man was speechless." Because we have to maintain the operation of the country. The soldiers of the Great Tang have to go out to war to protect the peace of the region, but war requires eating.”
"Since they are the citizens of the Great Tang, enjoying the peace and quiet provided by the Great Tang, they naturally have to do their part.”
"Then why don't scholar-bureaucrats need to pay?" Little Xiong Ying asked again.”
"Oh?"
"Listen!" Little Xiong Ying continued to recite in a childish voice.
"The poet said it himself."
"What merit do I have today?”
"Three hundred stones of official salary.”
"I'm ashamed of my selfishness and can't forget it for the rest of my life.”
"They don't need to farm, but they can get a salary of 300 dan!”
"Father said, 300 stones. A farmer can only uproot more than two stones per mu of land for a year!”
"300 dan is equivalent to many farmers and commoners working hard for many years.”
"Moreover, Father also said that the salary is only the small part of the officials. The big part comes from a wider range, and it's even frighteningly large!”
"And many officials can be taken from the people.”
The old man naturally knew.
What was Eldest Sun talking about?
This time, he didn't laugh. He just patted Eldest Sun's head and sighed.
"Yes, like the poets in poetry, to be able to lament that their annual salary is very high and be grateful to tears is already a good official!”
"More bad bugs are greedy!”
He didn't care if his eldest grandson understood or not.
The old man continued,"Their methods are too many to accept. The Tang Dynasty implemented the two-tax system, and our Ming Dynasty also inherited them."”
"Summer Harvest in June, Autumn Harvest in September!"
"But other than that, there are many other ways to collect taxes based on the number of people.”
"There are land taxes, head taxes, rental taxes, and all kinds of miscellaneous taxes!”
"The most complicated is naturally the land tax.”
"Every year, the imperial court sets a standard for the grain tax to be collected, but it's all collected by the local officials.”
"How do they take it?"
"Good officials naturally act according to the rules of the imperial court, but those greedy ones took advantage of the fact that the emperor was far away and took advantage of the loophole!”
The old man said.
The more he spoke, the more familiar he felt.
He seemed to be talking about the first question that his third grandson, Zhu Yunyan, had asked!
"The tax grain is huge and is the highlight of the year. It is extremely troublesome to transport it.”
" And it is precisely because of the trouble that these officials think they have found an opportunity. They are colluding in this aspect. You wipe a little from the east, and he takes a little from the west.”
"More and more hands are reaching out, and the tax grain that was originally enough is now less than half.”
"In order to deal with the Imperial Court."
"Are they going to call on the commoners to continue handing over the grain and set up a random name to continue collecting the grain? In this way, they will come a few times a year and land on the commoners 'heads.”
"The more the dynasty ends, the less control the imperial court has, and this kind of thing happens more and more often!”
"That's why, Eldest Sun!"
"In the future, you will become our Great Ming Emperor!”
"You must not learn from that fatuous ruler and ignore the government!”
"Let the treacherous officials do whatever they want and harm our Ming people!”
The old man said.
Little Xiong Ying nodded repeatedly.
But very quickly.
Little Xiong Ying suddenly blinked and frowned.
His tone was sudden, as if he had changed into another person!
"But Imperial Grandfather…"
"Since it's so troublesome to collect food, I'll have to pay for it.”
"Why use it to collect?”
"He even set up so many excuses to give those corrupt officials a chance?”
"In my opinion, we might as well abolish all methods of collecting grain and cloth.”
"Change it to one!"
Little Xiong Ying said.
His tone suddenly became firm.
He reached into his sleeve and grabbed a coin with his small hand.
"Pa!"
He pressed it against the desk!
"Pay the taxes!"
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