"I saw that farmer that day, all five were ragged, dull, and as if they were dead wood..."

The ministers in the hall listened carefully. They hoped that Fang Xing would return without success, and would preferably come back in a mess, and hoped that he could find the root of the annexation in Jinan and then rectify it one by one.

It is not necessary to abolish the tax-free preferential treatment of gentry!

Yu Qian was still chanting loudly: "...Use famine to lend money to get 60% of the profit. The taxes on summer and autumn are like feasts. The grain chief and the officials are working together. It is just ordinary to go in and out. Money from various names is shocking... The people leave and become wasteland. The places collude with the gentry and sell the land at the price of wasteland..."

Yang Rong's face trembled slightly, and he felt a burst of irritability and weakness coming from his internal organs.

He lives above the temple, and he thinks he has been thinking about the Ming Dynasty, but...

"... The local governments are servile to the people, and they are suffering. I think that a tax system should be implemented, and all the items will be abolished, with a mu as the basis, and the above, middle and lower third-class fields will be the basis. How much does a mu of grain cost per mu, the rest will be abolished..."

Who the emperor asked to read the memorial is probably because he was optimistic about this person, so he wanted to show his face.

This is a good job. As long as you have a good voice and speak clearly, you may study all the way to the Six Ministers of the Book of Documents in the future.

But Yu Qian didn't look happy at all, and the ministers were the same.

"People officials are rampant, local gentry is greedy, and the people are like fish."

Zhu Zhanji's eyes were cold and he slapped the handrail suddenly, and stood up and said, "Herdsmen, I see that some people regard the people as cattle and sheep, but they have become butchers!"

The ministers were a little unnatural, and some thoughts were not worthy of being spoken by outsiders.

This is the shell, the shell Fang Xing gave to the emperor.

The shells exploded among the ministers, and various ideas on whether to cancel the tax exemption and preferential treatment of gentry tended to be unified under this shell.

You said that gentry was an important part of the Ming Dynasty.

You said that gentry can stabilize the countryside.

You said that gentry was the foundation of the Ming Dynasty...

These praises were all bombarded and broken before this shell.

"Is this the gentry of the Ming Dynasty?"

"Is this the foundation of the Ming Dynasty that the ministers said?"

The ministers were speechless. When Zhu Zhanji threw out Li Ermao's memorial, they were silent on the surface, but secretly the memorials kept coming to the palace, with all kinds of bitter analyses, and even remarks that "change the preferential treatment of gentry, the Ming Dynasty will collapse."

Zhu Zhanji said sarcastically: "This is not the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, but the borer that digs out the foundation of the Ming Dynasty!"

...

Then the first phase of land inventory in Jinan Prefecture was spread, and the people gritted their teeth and empathized with it.

The reserved and arrogant readers of the past began to connect them one after another.

As for those officials... what they were most confused about was Fang Xing’s suggestion.

"All taxes and miscellaneous taxes are converted into one tax, which is charged according to the number of land acres and the quality of the land. This..."

"This is the way to destroy everyone!"

In the Ministry of Revenue, Ma Su walked slowly by with a volume of report, listening to the comments of the officials in the corridor, and his heart was inspiring, wishing he could not arrive in Jinan immediately and face the gentry with his teacher.

"grown ups."

Xia Yuanji looked up and saw that it was Ma Su, so he nodded, then rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Xing He Bo has done a big thing in Jinan. Now it seems normal outside, but undercurrents are surging, so be careful."

Ma Su put down the report and said, "The teacher took the initiative to pay taxes on Fangjiazhuang and his business back then. At that time, some people said that the teacher was seeking fame and now he has made the teacher clear."

Xia Yuanji smiled and said, "Xing He Bo has instilled a lot of such ideas in His Majesty today. I guess... his final idea should be to pay taxes in one piece."

As he said that, he stared at Ma Su. Seeing that Ma Su did not show any surprise, he couldn't help but sigh: "Sure! He has such a great courage, and he can endure it for many years and slowly develop. I am not as good as him, not as good as him!"

It was hot and a wind blew into the wide open windows.

Ma Su watched the wind blow the report, and the data were like ants shaking.

"Teacher... hope to change the Ming Dynasty..."

...

Jinan has become a whirlpool. Chang Yu frequently summoned officials from Jinan Prefecture to discuss the matter. The central topic is: how to unswervingly understand the fields of Jinan Prefecture.

The prefect of Jinan, Huang Lu, was raised by a concubine. Chang Yu directly suppressed the problem, so he had to transfer the pressure.

The officials of the entire Jinan Prefecture ran to the countryside like madmen, while the green skins were trembling and pretending to be good people.

They were scared!

Fang Xing in the mansion was dormant after submitting the memorial.

But he is not a little white rabbit.

But a tiger!

The tiger is dormant, what is he thinking?

...

Fang Xing leaned over and sniffed a yellow flower carefully.

His expression was focused, his breathing was light, and he gradually raised his head and said, "Flowers fall in the mortal world, and all the peddlers and barons can enjoy it."

Huang Lu felt that he had just seen a tiger sniffing flowers. He lowered his head and said, "Xing He Bo, those people... are not willing to fall into the mortal world, so... have gathered together, and violence is happening everywhere."

"That's anti-French!"

Fang Xing made a definition without hesitation and said: "The general trend is like a tide. Some people say that people have several needs in their lives, but in my opinion, it is just a whining without any illness. It is just a nonsense that is too idle and fart if you eat too much."

"Man is just for survival!"

"Ben Bo saw those people with blank eyes. They were desperate. They were numb. Why were they numb? Because they were not numb... they could not live, they didn't want to live..."

Huang Lu felt awe-inspiring, worried that his execution was too soft, which made this uncle, who obviously had no good impression of scholars, get angry.

"Those scholars do nothing all day long, leaning on the red and green, chanting a pot of old wine and chanting a few sour poems, and think that they can overcome the world, but have they ever thought about where their money comes from? Then all are the blood and sweat of the people!"

Huang Lu could only be timid about this. He did not dare to mess with Fang Xing. As for the days of those scholars... he felt that it was understandable.

Scholars are the bones of the Ming Dynasty. If they lose their support, what will the Ming Dynasty become?

He was a little confused, thinking about what would happen to the people who had lost the control of the gentry.

"Each county sets up an institution to increase and decrease officials according to the number of households..."

Fang Xing stretched out his finger, gently stroked Huanghua, and asked casually: "How about the straight tube?"

"Imperial power goes to the countryside..."

Huang Lu's expression changed drastically and he blurted out: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate if Xinghe Bo is right?"

"What are you worried about?"

Huang Lu faced the work of cleaning up the fields, so Fang Xing tried it. He wanted to see what officials think about this.

Huang Lu looked around and said nervously: "Brother, don't say anything else. Since the Song Dynasty, emperors and scholars and officials ruled the world together. The Ming Dynasty... Although the Ming Dynasty has changed since Emperor Taizu Gao, it has finally... slowly returned. If it has been stable today, it will be a shaking foundation!"

"What are you worried about?"

Fang Xing asked the same question again.

Huang Lu wiped the sweat off his forehead and gritted his teeth and said, "What the officials are worried about is... those people."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "Your worries make sense, but you look down on them highly. At this time, there is no external trouble in the Ming Dynasty, and they have no way to borrow power. At this time, the Ming Dynasty has sufficient money and food, and they have no chance to clamor. Now Your Majesty is working hard to govern and benevolent government continues. Who... dares to rebel in such a Ming Dynasty?!"

Huang Lu just nodded, but his expression was a little dazed.
Chapter completed!