Yu Jun

The emperor sat on the imperial couch, with two long eyebrows, clustered like sharp swords between his brows, although there was no anger on his face, his eyes were sharp, and the corners of his mouth were downcast, not angry but majestic, making people dare not look directly at him.

He looked at the crown prince, then at the king of Wei, and said without any haste: "Lv Zhongnong, repeat what your third division said."

"Yes." Minister Ji Lu Zhongnong bowed his head and said, "Nowadays, Ding Nan is exempted from labor at the age of 50, and the land tax is one stone for each household, seven for the middle household, and four for the lower household. This made it difficult for the country to continue, and after discussion among the three divisions, they believed that the land tax could be changed to two stones for upper households, ten buckets for middle households, and six buckets for lower households, which could solve the difficulty of the national treasury.”

On the emperor's face, he still couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger, and glanced at the prince: "Prince, what do you think?"

Although the prince Zhao Zhan is young, he has already experienced the eight winds and has been with the emperor for many years. From the tight eyes of the emperor, he could tell that the emperor was displeased. Prime Minister, besides this, is there any other way? People's livelihood is already difficult, and taxation will make it even more difficult."

Lu Zhongnong shook his head helplessly: "All the shops at Qiaotou have set up and down lock-up taxes, and all that can be collected will be collected."

Zhao Zhan was silent for a long time, and said to the emperor: "I dare not speak lightly on such a big matter, but it involves the common people, so I think it needs more discussion."

Zhao Xu, king of Wei, has also been a chess player for many years. He is not a fuel-efficient lamp. An urgent solution?"

In fact, there are many ways to solve this problem. Copying a few bureaucrats and subtracting [-]% ​​from the clan Lumi can solve the problem, but no matter what, they will offend others.

The only way to offend people is to scrape oil from the heads of the people.

The lowly people are like ants, they have nothing to say, no place to redress their grievances, and they will not have the slightest impact on the court and party struggles.

The crown prince said: "I dare not speak nonsense about such an important matter, please show me your Majesty."

The mark between the emperor's eyebrows was deeper, his cheeks were clenched tightly, his eyes became sharper, and his displeasure was beyond words.

He looked at Wu Jin who had been standing silently behind everyone since he came in.

"Wu Jin, what do you think?"

As soon as these words came out, several people quietly turned their heads and looked at Wu Jin from the corner of their eyes.

Wu Jin was standing at the place where the palace people sent the wind, his clothes fluttered, and the smoke from the golden censer slammed into his official robe with the wind. When everyone looked back, they were impressed by the appearance of this champion man. sigh.

Wu Jin cupped her hands and said, "There is no place for me to say anything about increasing land taxes. It's just that I came from a humble background and know a little about the people's conditions. If I don't do something before I add taxes, it will be useless."

The emperor frowned slightly, stroked his beard and said, "Let's listen."

Wu Jin said: "Taxes are uneven in the world, the rich and powerful have more fields and less taxes, the poor and the weak have thin land and heavy taxes. Even if taxes are raised, the rich will hide their land and evade taxes. In addition to the poor people, not only the tax money is sporadic, it is not enough to fill the national treasury, and it will even crush the people. people."

He looked at Lu Zhongnong: "Before adding up the calculations, we need to measure the land again."

San Si and the others turned pale and looked at Wu Jin coldly. It was only because the emperor was in charge that they couldn't question him at this time, but their hatred for Wu Jin was irreversible.

What a Wu Jin.

It has only been a year since they entered the court, and one pile, one piece, all hit their painful feet.

When it comes to fields, none of the dignitaries in the world can wash away.

The emperor's face became more and more unfathomable, and he pondered for a while: "If there is really no other way, then follow what Wu Jin said, first gain the land, and then add gifts."

Lu Zhongnong gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty, the ministers and others discussed a policy, which is the clan relative Lumi—"

As he said, he was thinking about how to turn around the matter of offending his clan after he got out, and at the same time wished he could eat Wu Jin alive.

The crown prince raised his eyelids, glanced at Wu Jin, and said secretly: "The drunkard's intention is not to drink, it's amazing."

Wu Jin knew early on that he could not shake the civil and martial arts of the Manchu Dynasty, and his sword was originally aimed at the clan.

It was only at this time that the emperor's expression on his face was completely relaxed, and he ordered the third division and the household department to deal with the matter of reducing rice. When only Wu Jin, the crown prince, and the king of Wei were left in the palace, the expression eased, and he was about to grant a seat to the three of them. Suddenly, a servant came in quietly and handed a sheepskin seal to Zhang Gongfeng, who hurriedly handed it to the emperor.

The emperor seemed to know where the sheepskin seal came from, so he took a look at it himself, his face sank like water, and he poured out the contents of the sheepskin seal for a closer look.

He slapped the letter on the table with a "bang", squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Damn."

The crown prince and the king of Wei didn't know why, so they were so frightened that their liver and gallbladder burst, and they quickly fell to their knees.

Wu Jin's eyes moved slightly, and she also fell to her knees.

"Wu Jin!"

Wu Jin kowtowed: "The minister is here."

"Take a pen and paper, convey my will, and announce it to the world immediately."

Immediately, Zhang Gongfeng and the waiter brought tables and chairs, placed them in front of Wu Jin, spread out paper and pens, waited for Wu Jin to sit down, rubbed the ink away like a fire, and licked the brush and offered it to Wu Jin.

The emperor's gaze was extremely frightening, one glance at someone revealed a murderous look.

The supreme power contributed to his majesty, he got up and paced, and the gold bricks made a sound, and every knock made people's hearts tremble.

Where is the letter from?
Why was the emperor furious?
What is the purpose of distributing it?
Amidst the uneasiness of the crowd, the emperor stared at Wu Jin's face, and said sharply: "Mo Qianlan, the governor of Zhenkuan Prefecture, deceived the emperor and ignored God's grace. He will be deprived of his official status from now on and will never be used again. Everything will be seized." The family wealth was taken back to the Jiedu envoy's house and moved to another place.

Mo Lingfeng, a doctor from Wupin Yiwei in Gaopingzhai, Kuanzhou, is ambitious, colludes with soldiers, and intends to rebel and take away all the honors of this woman. He immediately ordered the forbidden army Hui Riwei to go to Kuanzhou, arrest her, and escort her to Beijing. In Yushitai Prison, the three yamen will be interrogated together! "

The crown prince and the king of Wei looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing when such a big change occurred in Kuanzhou.

Especially King Wei, who had been operating in Kuanzhou for several years. Although he was ruined by the case of Wang Yunsheng, he still had his own eyeliner, but he never heard of it.

Mo Lingfeng rebelled?
Just the women army under her hands?
Then the two thought of what the emperor said about "connecting soldiers", and secretly speculated how many people the little girl Mo Lingfeng had connected with.

Wu Jin finished it in one go, put down the pen on Bijiashan, got up and handed the yellow paper to the servant at the side.

The servant carefully carried it to Zhang Fengfeng, who then presented it to the emperor.

The emperor didn't accept it, but just looked at Zhang Bong's hand and saw that the handwriting on it was smooth and smooth, without any hesitation, hesitation, resistance, or even embellishment, so he nodded in satisfaction.

He knew that Wu Jin had been a servant of the Mo Mansion, and had also settled accounts for the Mo Mansion. The two monarchs and his ministers had already discussed this in detail, but if Wu Jin hesitated just now, he would kill him to avoid future troubles.

"There is also Zhong Jiaqing," he walked back and sat down, "Zhong Jiaqing is a veteran of Gaoping Village, but he covered up and condoned the Mo family's defiant behavior, the death penalty is inevitable—"

Before the words fell, a long and loud voice suddenly sounded outside the hall: "Report! Your Majesty! Urgent military situation within six hundred miles! One hundred thousand urgent!"