Mingjing's departure was calm for the Jia family, and the only thing they were happy about was Hongyan.

"That woman looks wrong."

Hongyan said confidently: "Once I saw her looking at the husband from behind, and her eyes looked like a wolf."

Du He sighed, "It would be great if it was a wolf. I ate my husband. I would like to reduce my life by three months."

Wang Laoer glanced at him, "The Langjun is not a woman who doesn't sleep. I asked last time, and the Langjun said he just wanted to make perfect."

"What does this mean?" Du He was puzzled.

Wang Laoer was a scout in the army, and there were countless dirty jokes in the army.

He glanced at the ignorant Hongyan, "It means to raise your waist."

Du He couldn't help but touch his waist.

"Sir, can you be here?"

Today is a rest, Zhao Yan is here.

"Sir, this is given by Aye."

Zhao Yan came with a chicken.

Have a meal after teaching later.

What I eat seriously is stir-fry...

"Sir." Zhao Yan looked up, looking confused.

"Stop being jealous!" Jia Ping'an felt that this baby was really a strange one.

After getting aged vinegar, Zhao Yan put it in a bowl, picked up the food and rinsed it in the vinegar.

This reminded Jia Ping'an of the habit of the southeastern coast in later generations, and liked to make a vinegar dish when eating seafood.

There are also some people in the southwest who pour two taels of vinegar into it when eating noodles and rice noodles.

After dinner, Zhao Yan talked about his confusion, "Sir, I have been working with Aye recently. I feel that the taxes in the Tang Dynasty are a bit troublesome. Why not merge them if you rent mediocrely? "

You are such a genius!

Jia Ping'an said angrily: "The idea is very good!"

Zhao Yan couldn't help laughing, his dark face was full of pride.

"But it's stupid!"

Jia Ping'an analyzed: "If you attribute all rent and mediocre adjustments to one item, what should you use to calculate taxes?"

"Dingkou!" Zhao Yan seemed to have thought about it for a long time.

"I asked you to think about the taxes of the Tang Dynasty. You came to this conclusion. It seemed good at first, but I didn't find the root cause."

This is the student that Jia Ping'an carefully cultivated. Zhao Yan has the honor to learn many of the opinions that never said to those scumbag students.

"Do you know the hidden residence of the Tang Dynasty?"

Zhao Yan nodded, "Mr. I have taught that the number of households in the Tang Dynasty has grown too strangely, and at first glance, someone has hidden his household registration. In addition to the number of households hidden by the powerful and noble families, the number of households in the Tang Dynasty has never been collected."

"Then tell me, if taxes are collected according to Dingkou, it would be cheaper under the equal-field system, but what should those hidden families do? Originally, the powerful families had to take out part of the land and pay taxes, but according to Ding** tax, the hidden families in their families were tax-free... The taxes in the Tang Dynasty would be reduced by a lot."

Zhao Yan was stunned and thought for a while, "Then why not clean up those hidden houses?"

"Cleaning up hidden houses...whose world is this?"

Zhao Yan blurted out, "Aristocratic family."

This view is deeply rooted in people's hearts. When the people talk about Boling Cui and Qinghe Cui, they are very respectful, but when it comes to the royal family, it is hard to describe it.

"In this way, cleaning up the hidden house is to peel off the body of the aristocratic families. Do you think it can be done?"

Zhao Yan shook his head, "I'm afraid it will start a fight."

"You can know this, I'm very pleased."

"Sir, can't this matter be resolved? Put the taxes into the fields?" Zhao Yan was very depressed.

This idea is more radical.

"There will be a fire in the world." In the era of aristocratic families, such policies are seeking death.

Zhao Yan asked unwillingly: "Sir, what if it can do it?"

"Human nature is greedy. Will those landlords who have a lot of land suffer? They will increase their rent more and take back the losses from the tenant farmers."

"Aren't they afraid of the tenants rebelling?"

"They only care about themselves." Jia Ping'an patted his shoulder and ended the topic.

This kid is responsible.

"This requires you to think about it? If someone tells you... it is just a one-person word. Remember? A one-person word is not credible. When doing research, it is important to have the ability to think independently."

Zhao Yan thought hard...

After a long time, he looked up and said, "Sir? What if the imperial power is strong? Will those aristocratic families bow their heads?"

This method...

"Unless it is destroyed."

People are profit-seeking. Unless they learn from Huang Chao and kill them all, the pressure is just nonsense.

"Many things need to be prepared with both hands, one is hard and the other is soft..."

Jia Ping'an taught him this idea and then went to the pigpen.

"Langjun, Ada is becoming more and more obese now. A Er is often robbed by other brothers and has lost weight..."

In the pigpen, the pigs were sleeping soundly.

Song Buchu seems to have regarded these pigs as his children. If he slaughtered them, will this guy collapse?

There was a pet shop next to Jia Ping'an in his previous life. It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening when he heard a woman crying.

The crying was so heartbroken that I was sleeping at this point, and the residents on both sides listened silently. Many people said that the woman was probably drunk.

As a result, I found out the next day that the woman's dog had gone. It was the dog that had been with her for many years, and she felt like her family, and then she cried for a long time.

"A Da..." Jia Ping'an looked at A Da, tears couldn't help but flow from the corner of his mouth.

But this is a great invention.

Pigs had a low status in the Tang Dynasty. Because of their strong fishy smell, they were kept in the dirtiest place, and were accompanied by feces and soil.

Such pigs are naturally less popular, and only the poorest families will eat them.

But in Jia Ping'an's eyes, these pigs were powerful tools to improve the dietary structure of the people of the Tang Dynasty.

Eat more meat to be strong, this is the instinct of animals.

But beef cannot be eaten, mutton is expensive, what kind of meat is eaten?

Jia Ping'an turned around, his eyes full of pride.

Eat pork!

The next morning, he slowly left the Daode House.

This place is almost the farthest straight line distance from the imperial city, so there are not many officials.

No, there are few officials and many minor officials.

The further away from the Imperial City, the cheaper the housing prices!

He was still eating on the horse's back.

"Uncle Wuyang eats on the horse's back!"

Someone is clamoring ahead.

Once discovered by the censor, this is a ready-made political achievement.

Jia Ping'an calmly ate the remaining meat pie, clapped his hands, and Li Mo appeared in front of him.

"Censor Li is rare."

Li Mo looked at him...

Where is the food?

The official who reported next to him pointed at Jia Ping'an, "I just saw him eating cakes."

Li Mo asked, "Where is the cake?"

Official: "…"

"He ate it."

Jia Ping'an pointed to the sky in front of him, "I drew a painting there, and the cow ate grass."

"There is nothing there, where is the grass?"
To be continued...