"Pay the taxes!"
Boom!
At this moment.
When Eldest Sun in front of him finished speaking in a childish voice.
In the blink of an eye.
The old man's mind was like a bolt from the blue.
In an instant.
The fog that shrouded everything in front of him.
It seemed to have completely disappeared.
" Money???"
"That's right!"
"Get the money!"
The old man stood up abruptly.
"Why can't I take the money!"
"Using money to replace taxes…wouldn't that solve this problem?”
"No!"
"No, no…"
"It's not that simple."
"Let's not talk about Big Ming not having enough money, even the commoners, not every household has money…"
"How can money replace the taxes of the country?”
The old man was muttering.
However, he suddenly realized that the world around him was tumbling backwards.
Little Xiong Ying in front of him left him with a smile.
There were only sounds.
Bai Juyi's "Watching the Harvest" slowly sounded.
"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 old man's eyes were filled with tears.
A great sadness surrounded him.
He wanted to call out to…Eldest Sun.
She wanted to spend more time with Eldest Sun.
But before he could feel sad.
Suddenly.
The scene changed again.
……
"Why can't corrupt officials be killed!"
In the study room.
The old man looked at the memorial in front of him and slammed it on the table.
He was furious.
At this moment, his hair was not completely white.
He looked energetic.
The slight frown on his face revealed the cold majesty of an emperor.
But at this moment.
"Imperial Grandfather!"
The eldest grandson, who had already grown to seven years old, rushed into the study with a smile. Behind him was a boy blowing bubbles.
He was like a stalker.
He saw his two grandsons.
The old man's angry expression immediately disappeared.
Then, he looked happy.
In the Emperor's study.
Zhu Biao didn't even dare to enter his son.
However, his eldest grandson came in as he wished.
Moreover, the old man was not angry at all.
Instead, he was afraid that his anger just now would scare Eldest Sun.
"Xiong Ying, what are you doing here today?”
"Mr. Fang from the school has given us a question. Xiong Ying Te has come to ask grandpa!”
"Mr. Fang?" Hearing these three words.
The old man's heart trembled.
Mr. Fang was Fang Xiaoru.
The other party was the last student of Song Lian, the great scholar, and claimed to have inherited all of his legacy.
He was upright, determined, and dignified.
A hundred years after Song Lian, Fang Xiaoru entered the palace.
The old man had asked him to teach the royal grandson.
"What kind of question?"
At that time, Zhu Yunhao was still a silly little guy.
She didn't grow up to be distant and afraid of the old man.
He smiled and walked up to the old man.
The old master was not angry.
He picked her up and turned to Zhu Xiongying with a smile.
"It's a local tax problem!"
"Oh?"
Instantly, the old man's expression turned solemn.
In the dream, he felt a sense of familiarity once again.
"I heard Mr. Fang say that Imperial Grandfather has been troubled by some corrupt officials recently.”
"They used the name of the court to deliberately increase taxes and labor for the people, causing the people to voluntarily sell their land to these gentry.”
"As a result, the gentry's land assets increased.”
"The people's land is getting lesser and lesser.”
"A few years later, before this, it was still a state capital with a tax of a million stones.”
"The tax grain and tax silver that were handed in were reduced by half!”
"In order to deal with the Imperial Court, they added other taxes, causing the people to live in misery?”
"Am I right?"
At this moment.
The sense of familiarity in the old man's heart grew stronger and stronger!
Suddenly!
He suddenly remembered.
Weren't these the three questions that Zhu Yunhao had asked in the court this afternoon?
The first was that the transportation process was too complicated and could easily attract the attention of many people!
The second option was to annex the land that Xiong Ying was talking about!
The local gentry used despicable means to take all the land of the common people under their names.
The gentry became richer and richer, while the common people became poorer and poorer!
It was the beginning of a great disaster.
The old man's heart trembled.
He finally realized.
The dream he was having right now!
Wasn't it just Eldest Sun telling him the solution?
How was this possible?
He was shocked like never before.
Could it be that Xiong Ying in the dream was really like what Yun Ren said?
She was revealing the answer to him!
The old man's heart trembled.
However, he had already firmly remembered the change in the first question.
If the tax collection process was too complicated, then he would use money to collect it!
Collect it with money!
The old master did not have time to think about the problem.
He continued to look at Zhu Xiongying.
"Eldest Sun, do you have a way?"
However, the seven-year-old Zhu Xiongying laughed.
"Simple!"
"Imperial Grandfather!"
"Don't those aristocrats like to annex the land of the common people?”
"Don't you like to take over the land of the common people?”
"Don't you want more money?”
"Good!"
"Then satisfy them!"
The old master was shocked." Eldest Sun, you can't say that!”
However, his intuition told him.
The grandson in front of him must not have finished speaking.
As expected.
Zhu Xiong Ying smiled.
"Grandson is not spouting nonsense."
He didn't answer, but asked,"Imperial Grandfather, is all of Ming's current taxes a head tax?"”
"Whether it's grain taxes or miscellaneous taxes like silver.”
"They pay the annual grain tax according to the number of people in the family and the number of people?”
"Not bad!" The old man nodded slowly.
Zhu Xiongying laughed.
But in his eyes.
However, he had the "ruthlessness" and "decisiveness" exclusive to the old master!
"Isn't that simple!"
"Since those gentry like land so much!”
"Imperial Grandfather, why don't our Great Ming change the tax law!”
"Change the head tax to land tax!”
"According to how much tax grain must be paid per mu of land!”
"This way…"
"Don't those officials like to seize land?”
"Good!"
"The more we gather, the more they have to hand over.”
"Also, check the fertile land in the world, regardless of the gentry and aristocrats. If you don't allow it to be verified..."
When the old man heard this.
He had already stood up abruptly.
His eyes were burning with flames.
"Xiong Ying, have you ever thought about how many obstacles this collection method will face?”
"How many enemies will there be?"
The seven-year-old Zhu Xiongying smiled sweetly.
However, his eyes had the coldness and coldness of a mature person!
His tone.
It was at this moment that he felt a strange yet familiar feeling.
The old man's heart trembled.
His intuition told him.
This was Xiong Ying's voice when he grew up!
"When Meng Yuan invaded, they knelt down like dogs!”
"They are afraid of Meng Yuan's saber!"
"Aren't you afraid of Big Ming's sword?"
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