Daqin Fusu: It is difficult to start the battle

Chapter 80 Hey!Let go of my wife!

Fusu listened to Zheng Guo's report with mixed feelings in his heart.

Most of the royal families in later generations are supported by the imperial court, but now, they have to allocate funds from the emperor's private income to fill the deficit of the imperial court...

However, this is mainly because the income such as salt and iron during this period was the emperor's private money.

In later generations, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was able to counterattack the Xiongnu on a large scale. An important source of military expenditure was the income from salt and iron.

Later, due to factors such as "competing with the people for profit", "the government sells salt and iron, and the ironware is bitter and evil", the government-run business became a private business.

When we arrived in Dameng, an extremely unbelievable scene appeared: With the stability of the country, the population gradually increased, but the salt tax of the imperial court decreased year by year!

It seems that the tastes of the people in the Ming Dynasty are very light!
In Fusu's view, the so-called competition with the people for profit first depends on who is the 'people'!
Are those people facing the loess and their backs facing the sky the people?
Obviously not!
Then it is self-evident who the people refer to.

Under the current social environment, it is not that the emperor took away more wealth, but the wealth in the hands of the heads of Guizhou was less.

But no matter who gets more and who gets less, the emperor and the people get nothing!
As for "officials sell salt and iron, ironware is bitter and evil", the official sellers' products are inferior in quality and high in price, while private products are of high quality and low price. Isn't the fundamental reason for this not because of the officials in charge?
When these commodities that should have been monopolized by the imperial court are handed over to private operators, it is easy to have a dilemma where wealthy merchants and officials are rich, but the imperial court is stretched.

More importantly, in an agricultural country, rich merchants and officials will annex land after they have money, and then social conflicts will be stimulated to a certain extent, and everything will start all over again!

Fusu recalled all the things in his memory, and felt that it would be better to temporarily monopolize these incomes in his own hands, at least he knew where to spend the money.

After Zheng Guo finished talking about the number of granaries and treasuries, he picked up some other bamboo slips and began to read.

Although the laws have been changed several times after the unification of the Qin State, in the final analysis, it is still a set of foundations when Shang Yang reformed.

At the time of the above calculation, the statistics were still food, money, men, women, old, weak, officials, scholars, merchants, horses, cattle, fodder and other data.

Listening, Fusu nodded secretly. If these data are true and reliable, it means that the court still has a certain ability to control the people.

After Zheng Guo finished reading the data, it was Feng Jie's turn to report the evaluation of the officials.

However, with these data, Fusu's interest was a bit waning.

After all... right!
After a while, the drowsy Fusu heard Feng Jie's voice disappear, which meant that this year's planning work had reached the final stage.

Fusu reviewed everyone's hard work in the past year according to the draft drafted earlier, and hoped that everyone would be neither arrogant nor impatient and create greater glories in the new year!
Occasionally praise some counties and counties rated as 'best', hoping that they can continue to work hard; put forward tactful criticism to some counties and counties with mediocre results, hoping that they will realize their shame and be brave...

An hour later, the work of Shangji officially ended in a warm atmosphere...

"Censor Zhongcheng Zhang Cang stay here, everyone else should leave."

"Also, put these materials here first, and file and seal them later. From today onwards, this will be a permanent practice!"

After Fusu finished speaking, he stood up, moved his stiff legs, and walked quickly towards the back of the hall.

Without him, urgency.

Open the toilet seat, take off your pants, take a small step forward... shiver comfortably, shake, put on your pants, wash your hands...

After a while, Fusu came out from the apse, stopped Zhang Cang from rushing to worship, and had his futon moved from a distance to under the throne.

This guy seems to be fatter than before... Fu Su twirled his beard and looked at the fat white man wearing the Xiezhi crown below him.

Under the tutelage of Xunzi, Li Si's younger brother, a famous teacher and high apprentice, but because he offended Feng Jie, he was sent to be a librarian...

However, he was still very effective in the position of Yushi Zhongcheng.

Fu Su asked with a smile: "What do you think of the trick just now?"

Zhang Cang pondered for a while, and said confidently: "The amount of money and grain is correct, but the officials judged that there are a lot of people who are not true!"

Fu Su nodded incredulously, where there are people, there are human feelings, no matter ancient or modern, or Chinese and foreign.

Fusu waved his hand, and let the Zhonglang and the palace people back out, and then asked: "Is there any new clues about the Dongjun meteorite case?"

"Clues and horses?" Zhang Cang was silent for a moment, then nodded with a sudden realization: "No."

No nod? ... Fusu was a little displeased: "What is the problem with your intuition?"

Zhang Cang hesitated for a moment, and spat out his bitterness: "Your Majesty, you know that the several censors who handled this case all died of serious diseases not long ago!"

Infected with a nasty disease, um, shot eighteen times in the back, it was a suicide... Fu Su inexplicably remembered a news about later generations.

"When I sorted out the files, I found that there were many omissions in it. Among them, the 'Yuanshu (records)' about inquiring about the local head of Guizhou could not be read clearly because of improper storage..."

In other words, all of them are dead without evidence? ... Fusu twitched the beard on his lips, thinking in his heart, the Dongjun meteorite case did not find the real culprit, so he slaughtered all the residents around the meteorite, and the censor who was in charge of the investigation also died of illness. Destroyed... What a good way!
Fu Su suddenly asked: "Do you think there is an unknown secret behind this?"

Zhang Cang raised his head abruptly, his eyes that seemed a little small because of his obesity suddenly widened.

In the next second, Fusu waved his hand lightly, signaling that he didn't need to answer.

One of the advantages of working with smart people is that everything doesn't need to be overly explicit, just a hint, and he will naturally know where to start.

Zhang Cang nodded, everything was kept silent.

"Resign!" He slowly stood up from the futon, bowed and walked out of the hall after bowing.

After Zhang Cang left, Li Cheng came in with a group of regular servants. According to Fusu's request, they sorted out the population, tax and other data reported by the counties and counties.

These are important materials that need to be kept properly. Fusu plans to gradually build up a huge database after the bamboo paper is mass-produced.

According to the situation he checked a few days ago, the green bamboo has been soaked almost, and it is estimated that it will be officially started to make paper in three to five days.

Fusu glanced at Li Cheng who was sorting out the materials, and ordered him to take away the bamboo slips that were evaluated by officials.

This is rubbish, there is no need to keep it, and it is the final value to use it as a toilet chip.

After explaining, Fusu left straight away, Xianyang Palace was too cold, and the smell of powder was too strong, even outside the main hall, there were gorgeously dressed women walking around from time to time.

But when Fusu returned to Tangchi Palace and walked into Jiaolan Palace, he couldn't help shouting:
"Hey! Let go of my wife!"

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