Never endow.

This is the highest pursuit of sages and wise kings throughout the ages, and it has never changed.

However, due to the changes in the four seasons of the world, natural and man-made disasters, and the helplessness or intentional actions of the temples, the risks of the dynasty and the country were transferred to the lowest level people of the country through the means of increasing taxes.
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The people who are already living a difficult life are already vulnerable to natural and man-made disasters. On top of the already heavy tax system, there may be additional taxes. Day after day, the increase in taxes becomes the last straw for the people.

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This is the reason why when Yuan Sutai, the supervisor of Shanglinyuan in the Ming Dynasty, shouted the slogan of never increasing taxes, everyone in the sweet potato field cried and howled in unison.

This is the highest ambition of the king, the highest pursuit of officials, and the simplest dream of the people.

When people’s dreams come true.

As long as the officials are not too oppressive and the king is not too stupid, even if there is a little turmoil in the world, it will not be enough to turn into a situation of great upheaval.

The demands of the people are really very few.

With a full stomach, there are no heavy taxes or all kinds of additional taxes.

"Is it really possible to produce twenty dan per mu?"

Xia Yuanji's mind was shaken, and finally his mouth was dry and he asked with difficulty.

Then, his whole body went limp, he stretched out his hand to support the oak barrel, and slowly squatted on the ground.

However, the sweet potato branches and leaves he held in his hands received the highest treatment and were held lightly. After Xia Yuanji squatted firmly, he was slowly sent to the bamboo basket aside.

Zhu Yunxi looked around and saw men whose chests were wet with tears.

At this moment, he understood that in his pursuit of increasing the yield per mu of the people of Ming Dynasty and filling their stomachs, what exactly did he think of them when he conservatively stated the yield of twenty stones per mu.

So, Zhu Yunxi nodded heavily, and affirmed in a more serious tone: "As long as you all work together and continue to cultivate, I believe that the yield per mu of sweet potatoes will be higher and higher!"

This is a promise made as the grandson of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

"Your Highness, let's not give up any more. This... this red... sweet potato, can it really yield twenty dan per mu?"

"Your Highness, is this true?"

"Yes, Your Highness, is everything you said true?"

"..."

I don't know when, Zhu Yunxi was surrounded by ordinary people and farmers who were hired to work in Shanglinyuan Prison who were full of expectations, but timid and did not dare to come forward.

"Yes! The common people don't ask for any increase in wealth. As long as they can produce twenty dan per mu, we will pay ten dan... No! It's okay to pay fifteen dan!"

"Yes! Just pay fifteen stones!"

"That's right, that's right."

"If we can grow sweet potatoes, all the rice at home can be handed over to the government. We only need to leave five kilograms of sweet potatoes per acre."

When Zhu Yunxi turned around, these old farmers directly handed over their bottom line.

For a moment, Zhu Yunxi couldn't laugh or cry.

They are so cute and so silly.

As always.

Afterwards, Zhu Yunxi's face darkened: "Who told you to talk nonsense like this!"

The emperor's grandson suddenly became so angry that the people present were afraid to say anything.

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Everyone lowered their heads in fear, fearing that their bold and excessive demands might offend His Royal Highness.

Xia Yuanji took a step forward hesitantly, then stopped.

The emperor's grandson should not be like this.

Sure enough, as he expected.

I saw Zhu Yunxi chuckle: "If anyone only asks you to keep five kilos of sweet potatoes, but also takes away all the rice in your home, you tell Gu, Gu will take his people to chop him down!"

The emperor’s grandson doesn’t blame them?

The people who had lowered their heads suddenly felt at a loss.

Favor comes from above, rewards and punishments come from above.

They have always only known how to passively comply with the requests from above. Today's request from Wu Shi was only made out of excitement.

However, the emperor's grandson seemed to have no intention of blaming them.

At this time, Zhu Yunxi continued to say softly: "The imperial court has now completed the implementation in Zhejiang Province and in Zhili and other six provinces of promoting land allocation per mu. This is to allow you to have a tax on every acre of land that will never change.

Regardless of whether the sweet potato costs twenty dan, or whether it can produce thirty or forty dan per mu in the future, the court will always charge the same tax. The more you plant, the fuller your family's granary will be!"

As long as commercial taxes are pushed into a positive cycle and gold and silver are continuously absorbed from overseas, the Ming Dynasty can completely absorb materials from the private sector through economic means.

And only when the people are rich enough, Ming Dynasty can do more things calmly.

It can even establish a million-strong army that has been recruited and hired through the system, ensuring the long-term prosperity of the Ming army, instead of declining from generation to generation due to the military household system.

"This is true..."

"Everything my grandson said is true..."

"My grandson didn't lie to us..."

Then, there was another cry on the sweet potato ground, and the sound continued.

Zhu Yunxi frowned and said in a deep voice: "Work quickly. If you delay the cuttings, none of you will be able to grow sweet potatoes at home!"

As soon as this statement came out, the people present fell silent.

Yuan Sutai also calmed down his emotions at this time, got up from the ground and walked to Zhu Yunshui's side, waving to the old farmers in front of him: "Let's go to work, build up the ridges early, and remove the sweet potato branches and leaves.

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Afterwards, Yuan Sutai bowed and faced Zhu Yunxi: "The common people are stupid. If I bump into His Highness, I hope His Highness will forgive you."

Zhu Yunxi waved his hand: "The moving words of the people have never touched my heart."

Yuan Sutai breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, and said: "I would like to stay in this sweet potato field from today on, and count the harvest on the day when the sweet potatoes are harvested."

Zhu Yunxi looked back blankly at the Shanglinyuan Supervisor.

If it were someone else, he might want to share some of the credit, but for Yuan Sutai, he probably really wants to take care of this sweet potato field personally, and he also really hopes to be the first to count the acres of sweet potatoes.

The person who gave birth.

"Nothing is wrong."

Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly, and then pointed to the sweet potato field in front of him: "A few ridges have been planted. If Supervisor is interested, he can plant sweet potato seedlings with Gu Gu."

Yuan Sutai's face was full of joy and he nodded happily.

"That's how it should be."

"That's how it should be."

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Fengtian Temple.

The emperor was leaning on the soft couch, with his legs propped on the side supports, looking relaxed, enjoying the caress of the two palace ladies. From time to time, he glanced sideways at the prince who was sitting in front of the short-legged bookcase in the palace, reading the memorial, enjoying this rare moment.

A relaxing day.

Since the new expedition to the Jiaozhi Road, the king of Sai has been stationed on the nine northern borders, and the Ming Dynasty has balanced the overseas Japanese country's mining of gold and silver.

Although the implementation of the idea of ​​dividing households into acres has caused some turbulence both inside and outside the government.

But overall, today's Ming Dynasty has unknowingly entered a state of peace and stability.

The prince who likes to read in the sun had to be pulled out by the old man and took up the government affairs again.

Xie Jin, who was sitting next to the prince, slowly put down a memorial in his hand and looked at the prince gently.

"Your Highness, the spring floods in the Shanxi Dao River have melted, and some prefectures and counties have been affected. The local governments have requested the imperial court to allocate money and food for relief."

Zhu Biao looked away from the latest memorial sent from Jiaozhi Road, looked at Jie Jin who was accompanying him, smiled slightly on his face, and slowly stretched out his hand.

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After the tea in his mouth moistened his throat, Zhu Biao said: "Transport the grains stored in Taicang, Henan Province to help Shanxi, and transport the grains stored in Taicang, Jiaozhi, Huai'an Prefecture to Henan to replenish the warehouse. I have issued an order to Jiaozhi Road, and this year, I will transfer the summer grains to Taicang, Huai'an Prefecture.

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Calmly.

From the beginning to the end, facing the disaster in Shanxi, which is far away from the land of production and taxation in the south of the Yangtze River, Prince Zhu Biao showed the most calm and calm attitude.

This is a change that the prince who used to worry about the people and care about the world and the country will not change.
To be continued...