My father is Yuan Shu?But I want to be a Cao thief

Chapter 395
Jian'an six years,

Autumn July, mid-term!

At this moment, it is already the autumn harvest season. The whole Dahan, thirteen prefectures, and about half of the prefectures and counties are covered with heavy grains. This year is not bad, and the weather is good.

Among them, in many states and counties in the south of the Yangtze River, the faces of the people are full of smiles. After the autumn harvest, there will be more surplus food in their families, so they can completely change a few sets of clothes for the family.

Moreover, it is said that the cotton coats sold on the market are extremely warm in winter, and many people want to buy a set for their dolls.

As for many schools in the territory, because of the summer heat, all of them have summer vacation. Now, when these children go back, they can all proudly show their parents what they have learned.
This has made countless parents more gratified to see their lives getting better and better.

On the other hand, the people in Cao Cao's territory, taking Guanzhong as an example, were full of gloom. In front of the fields, these people were not happy at all looking at the heavy millet.

Because the expropriation order has been issued above,

This year's collection order is urgent and heavy, saying that it is for the benefit of the people, and after this battle is over, their taxes will be reduced or exempted, but the people are already tired and sweat like rain, but they still don't see the sun.

Getting rich through hard work is like a big cake drawn by the superior for the inferior. It has been like this since ancient times.

Because getting rich through hard work is a kind lie. Few of the common people don’t work hard, but almost every generation of poor peasants.

Get rich, forget it!

Lizheng in various villages in Guanzhong has already started running around to arrange the amount of food to be handed over, which is almost stuck to the standard that the people will not starve to death. Fortunately, the weather is good this year.

If the harvest fails, many people may go hungry again in winter!

Xiaoyu Village,
In front of the south of the village.

"Mr. Zhang, why is the tax rate so heavy this year? Do you think it can be less? My mother is sick and needs to use food in exchange for some medicine. I will make up for it next year!"

A middle-aged man who looked like he was in his 40s begged with a mournful expression.

Of course, this man is only about 30 years old, because he looks old because of working all the year round.

"No way, it's all the above regulations!"

"It's said above that this forced conscript is to defeat the Chu army. As long as the Chu army is defeated, Mr. Cao will be exempted from tax for three years." The old man waved his hand.

If the task objectives are not completed within the specified time, all heads will be beheaded!
These are no jokes. Earlier in the neighboring village, he was skinned alive and washed grass. It is said that he chose to collect less grain and grass in order to reduce the pressure on the people, and was killed in the end.

And their village, not only did not lose, but also increased by [-]%.

"But Mr. Zhang, my mother really needs money for medical treatment, so she is counting on this season of food!" The man begged a little, he didn't care who won or lost, he only knew that his mother might not be able to help him in the end after exhausting himself.

"Hey! Eat less in the second half of the year, dig more wild vegetables, and save some food for your mother to change her medicine!" The old man sighed, and finally looked at the well-behaved doll next to the man.

"When the baby has no food, let her go to my place to get some food. I can't support the adults, but I can take care of the children!" After speaking, the villager left with a sigh.

Why did he ever think of this!

But the above regulations, he can only implement.

He is only the smallest low-key village official, and that's all he can do. It suddenly occurred to him that a line of poetry circulating was written by Chu Feng,
There are no idle fields in the world, and the farmers are still starving to death!
It's not that the fields can't support people, but that some people are too greedy!

Perhaps, living under the rule of Cao Cao is indeed a kind of misfortune. For so many years, Cao Cao has increased taxes almost every year, and the national treasury is empty every year.

Thinking of this, he sighed.

Sometimes, fate may be like this!

In all parts of the territory, this kind of situation is not uncommon. Cao Jun even sent soldiers to the villages in various places for the sake of a smooth autumn harvest.

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Chang'an, inside the Xun Mansion.

In the backyard, Xun Yu's study.

At the moment Xun Yu is processing the files, and the most important thing right now is the autumn harvest and the construction of boats. This time, he collected the autumn harvest according to the situation reported by various places, which is acceptable to him.

"call!"

Slowly put down the file and rubbed his temples. He was too tired. He had followed Cao Cao for so many years and had hardly had a good rest. The main thing is that Cao Cao's entire market was entrusted to him to manage.

"Prepare the car, I'll go out of the city to see how close the crops are to harvest!" Xun Yu opened his eyes and said.

"Return to Lingjun, the farmland should be harvested in a few days, there is no need to check it yourself!" The servant beside him replied.

"As soon as I tell you to prepare the car, prepare the car!"

Xun Yu raised his eyebrows and reprimanded him, a little displeased.

After a while, a carriage slowly left Chang'an City.

Chang'an is the capital of the Western Han Dynasty. It has the roots of dragon veins and many water systems. Now the weather is good and the weather is good. The millet in the entire Guanzhong field is growing gratifyingly. Xun Yu, who sticks his head out along the way, smiles.
The carriage traveled about ten miles before Xun Yu asked people to stop.

The weather in mid-July was extremely dry and hot. After running for more than ten miles, the good horse was already sticking out its tongue, sweating and wet, and it was obviously very hot.

Xun Yu was dressed in a robe with wide sleeves, although it was not very gorgeous, it was still infinitely better than coarse linen. When he came to the field, he was out of place, and he knew at a glance that this person was from above.

Moreover, Xun Yu's demeanor is elegant and calm, and everything seems to be light and insignificant in front of his eyes.

"You are waiting here!"

Xun Yu waved his sleeves to make the coachman and two guards wait.

On the other hand, he stepped on the clods of soil, and stepped forward regardless of the dust on his robes, because there was an old man staying there not far away.

"Old man, are these your fields?" Xun Yu approached with a chuckle and asked.

The old man turned his head to look at Xun Yu, saw that his robes were luxurious, obviously he was from Chang'an, he was cautious for a moment: "Yes, it is the field of the little old man."

"That's right, the millet in this field is heavy, so it should be a good harvest again?" Xun Yu asked with a smile, regardless of the sweat on his forehead, but seeing the farmer's scruples, he immediately added:

"Don't worry, old man, I'm not from Chang'an, just chat briefly!"

Seeing Xun Yu's elegance and easy-going manner, the farmer was obviously a little less restrained, and sighed: "The harvest is a bumper harvest, but we ordinary people still don't have enough food and clothing."

"Anthracene? Why is that?" Xun Yu frowned, a little surprised, because according to the tax standard he set, although the people would be very miserable, they still wouldn't have enough food and clothing.

"Hehe, why else? It's nothing more than taxes. Although there are a lot of these grains, after paying the taxes, I'm afraid the family will be short of food and rice before the next year."

The farmer sighed, a little sadly.

"How could this be so? Isn't all the land in Guanzhong distributed by Mr. Cao today? Every household has a lot of three kinds of fields, and it's a good deal to have a hundred small acres a year!"

"Even if [-]% of the land rent is removed, and [-]% of the government's cattle are used, there will be no shortage of food or rice!" Xun Yu frowned. He suddenly felt that it was different from what he thought, and said something in a deep voice.

"Fifty percent of the land rent? Hehe, if it's just half of it, it's fine. If you don't use the government's farm cattle and miscellaneous miscellaneous items, you will have to pay at least [-] percent. If you use the government's cattle for more than [-] percent, how will you support your family?"

The farmer felt a little bitter, and shook his head helplessly,
He has dark skin and wears a bamboo hat to shade him. Although he is not very old, he already looks old, but at this moment he is a little confused and helpless.

"More than [-]%?" Xun Yu's pupils shrank suddenly.

A word instantly flooded his mind, that is, someone corrupted, and the family received [-]% more, what a huge amount it would be!
However, he has been in a high position for a long time, and he sees some things thoroughly. If it is just ordinary corrupt officials, then forget it. He is afraid that this is Cao Cao's acquiescence, because he remembers Cao Cao said,

It is enough to meet his requirements. As for other things, I don’t bother to ask, and the annual grain payment will meet the standard. Doesn’t it mean that there are countless people who threaten and lure?
"Hey! If half of the people under Duke Chu's rule are rich, we will be satisfied!" The old man sighed and left.

He knew that Xun Yu was probably a son of a rich family who didn't understand the suffering of the common people at all, and more than [-]% of them, after deducting other expenses, would be pretty good if he could drink some porridge all year round.

I'm afraid that when winter comes, I can't even bear to drink white porridge!

Xun Yu looked at the old man who was leaving, and wanted to wave his hand to stop, but he couldn't call out with his raised hand. Originally, he only planned according to the entire cost of the people, but he didn't expect it to be like this!
That sense of guilt makes him very uncomfortable!

Especially when the old man said that half of the people under Chu Feng's rule were rich, this made Xun Yu's heart hurt even more.
But thinking about it carefully, Chu Feng did have some ability. After all, Jiujiang and other places were not rich places. Even earlier, because of Yuan Shu's extravagance and lust, the people were in dire straits, but they were governed by Chu Feng to become the richest existence at present.

And it's getting richer and richer. Could it be that my method is really wrong?

However, whether it is ancient books or various documents, governing the country is all about collecting taxes from these people, so as to maintain the operation of the country and protect the environment and the people.

He couldn't figure out why Chu Feng's path was smoother, and Xun Yu had some self-doubts. Could it be that all the sages of the past were wrong?

"No, it's impossible!"

"Then how can Chu Feng manage the country better than the sages of the past?" Xun Yu shook his head, but his mind was already immersed in self-doubt, and he could feel the despair in the words of that commoner just now.

Helpless, sour.

Back at the car, Xun Yu grabbed the water bag in the saddle and took a sip of cold water, then looked at one of his guards, frowned and asked, "You just came back from Hefei at the beginning of the year, how does Hefei compare to Chang'an?" ?”

Obviously, although Xun Yu knew about Hefei Fufu, he had never been there himself. All the information was hearsay, and he had no idea.

"This" the guard hesitated,

"Just tell the truth, if you dare to hide something, I will punish you severely!" Xun Yu scolded angrily.

The guard hesitated for a while, but still clasped his fists and bowed his head and said, "Hui Lingjun, there is no comparison between the two!"

"There's no comparison? It's because Hefei hasn't been well-planned yet? But I think it's true. Chang'an has been a country for 200 years, and Hefei is a small city. How long ago did Chu Feng move to the city? How can we compare it!"

Xun Yu's eyebrows stretched, and he was a little self-deprecating. He felt that he asked an idiot question.

A small city cannot be compared with Chang'an, which has a 200-year history of the country.

"Ling, Lingjun!" The guard's mouth twitched, and he clasped his fists and continued: "Reverse, reversible! Apart from the historical background, Chang'an is not even qualified to be compared with Hefei!"

Xun Yu: "???"

Xun Yu's face changed suddenly, and he frowned and looked at the guard.

"Lingjun, it's your subordinates talking nonsense!" The guards panicked, and they knew they would stop talking.

"Continue!" Xun Yu frowned.

"Promise!" The guard swallowed, "When I was in Hefei, I saw that the people in Hefei wore more new clothes instead of old ones, and ate more rice instead of rice soup. To use what Chu Feng often said, this is to hide wealth from the people! "

"Hiding wealth to the people?" Xun Yu frowned. He had heard it before, but he hadn't thought much about it, but just wearing new clothes and eating enough was a luxury for the entire Han people.

"In the territory of Hefei, there are countless merchants traveling from south to north, and there are one after another criss-crossing roads, and countless ships transport various materials in various open waterways!"

"Furthermore, the trust of the local people in Chu Feng is unprecedented. Even if Chu Feng orders them to die, they will probably not hesitate."

The guard sighed and said that he was just investigating the past for information, but everything in Hefei refreshed his cognition.

"No hesitation?" Xun Yu frowned,
He was making a comparison, as if both were capitals, the people in Chang'an were not as good as Hefei, and there were not as many merchants as Hefei. There were quite a few roads opened, but most of them fell into disrepair.

As for water transportation, it is even more pitiful.

Because the people simply do not have the ability to consume!
From all aspects, it seems that Chang'an cannot be compared!
But he thought about it for a long time, but he didn't expect how Chu Feng made the people under his command rich.

Did he really create his own strategy for governing the country?

Or, are the sages of the past dynasties wrong from the beginning?
So far, that seems to be the case.

Otherwise, with a mere tiny land, why would Chu Feng be able to stand proudly in Kyushu in just a few years and become the biggest prince in the world today?

And he thought for a while, he seemed to understand why the Chu army was able to win many battles, because of the popular will, and now the people in Chang'an are only exploited, and they have no sense of identity with Cao Cao!

Thinking of this, Xun Yu pondered, if the people of Hefei have no hesitation, can his lord really break through Hefei this time?

With doubts, he chose to walk back to Chang'an. He had to think carefully about how Chu Feng did it!
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And on the other side,
Puyang, inside a mansion.

After a while, Huchuquan gathers here.

Apparently, they came here because of the recent news about Yuan Shao's secret communication with Xianbei.

"Tadun, it is now widely spread that Yuan Shao secretly conspired with Xianbei to seek your home and our country, what do you think?" Hu Chuquan frowned, looked at Tadun and repeated.

"I don't know!" Ta Dun shook his head, he didn't know if it was true, but there was a saying that there is no wave without wind, and he also began to have some doubts!
(End of this chapter)