Daming: My grandfather is Emperor Hongwu!

Chapter 200
After the words were finished, the old man came in from the outside with his hands behind his back, deliberately sullen.

"My son kowtowed to the emperor!"

"Kowtow to see you, grandson."

"Get up!" The old man pulled Zhu Xiongying up and said, "My family, what are you doing with these foolish people?" Then he looked at Zhu Xiongying and said seriously again, "Who taught you what you said just now?" of?"

Between the words, the old man's tone was already a little harsh.

In his heart, how could a child say those words about the great affairs of the court and the military.It must be the talkative scholar next to this child who told him.

"Grandson came up with it himself!" Zhu Xiongying said seriously.

"Think? Why do you think about it?" The old man squinted, "You have never been in contact with government affairs, can you think of these things?"

"Grandson listens to the emperor's grandfather and father talking about state affairs every day, and with just a few words, he can understand something!" Zhu Xiongying replied, "Grandson has little knowledge and speaks big words, don't blame the emperor!"

"It's not superficial!" The old man frowned, then sat down and looked at Zhu Xiongying, "Then tell us, what have you been listening to in the past? Why did you suddenly tell your father that you will collect business taxes!" Emphasizing the tone, "It's not that no one has talked to us about taxation in these years, and we let us deny it!"

"Taxes are the pocketbook of the country, but they are also related to people's livelihood. They should not be careless, let alone apportioned at will!"

"Grandson didn't apportion at will, what grandson means is that the tax that should be collected must be collected!" At this time, Zhu Xiongying didn't want to hide it any more, and simply said loudly, "Jiangshan Sheji doesn't just blindly not collect taxes. Good. The livelihood of the people does not mean that they can live a good life without collecting taxes. The so-called take from the people and use it for the people!"

"Bold!" Zhu Biao yelled, "In front of your imperial grandfather, you dare to talk nonsense!"

"Shut up!" The old man gave Zhu Biao a sideways glance, "Our eldest grandson hasn't finished yet!"

"Then tell me, how can it be good for the country!" The old man turned his head and said, "Let's listen to your words!"

Zhu Xiongying paused and pondered for a moment, "Let's not talk about the commercial tax, the emperor's grandfather set it, our Daming's tax has its own drawbacks!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Biao beside him broke out in cold sweat.

It is true that the old man dotes on this grandson, but it does not mean that Zhu Xiongying can contradict the old man like this.

Taking a peek at the old man's face, there was no sign of getting angry, Zhu Biao felt a little relieved.

"Ha!" The old man smiled, "You're starting to babble too, come on, talk about it!"

"Grandson heard from the emperor's grandfather before that in the ten years of Hongwu's national inspection of farmland, there are a total of 600 million mu of tax land in the Yellow Book, and the annual grain tax is 3000 and [-] million shi!"

"Not bad!" The old man nodded, "My grandson has a good memory!"

"But you still think this figure is too much. Hongwu lowered it in 13 years, and now the actual amount collected by the court is 950 million shi. You always said that you will never get out of science!"

The old man nodded again, "Well, this food is enough for next year's expenses, and there is no need to collect taxes. Our Zhu family came from a poor family, so we can't steal food from the people!"

"Only the first people are rich to make the country strong!" The old man sighed, "The first people are rich and the people are safe!"

"What Grandpa Huang said is true, and my grandson also thinks it is true. In addition to these tax fields, the army has military settlements. From this point of view, the food is enough to eat!" Zhu Xiongying said, "But Grandpa Huang should know that there are In a word, plans don’t change as quickly! There is nothing static in the world, and the rules you set can’t always be right!”

"It's enough to eat and use now, what about in the future?"

"Moreover, the land will be merged! The land will also increase! The chief secretaries of various places organize large gentry households every year to reclaim the land. If we blindly follow the income in the yellow book, will the court suffer a loss?"

"Agricultural tax quota, how much is converted into silver? My Ming Dynasty has two tax laws. Farmers pay grain, and weaving pay cloth. , it’s not worth it!”

"Furthermore, today's fixed-rate tax is only in Zhili and the thirteen provinces in the world. Liaodong does not collect it, Yunnan and Guizhou do not collect it, and Guangxi does not collect it. The taxes in each province are also different. Zhili, Huguang, Zhejiang, Sichuan, Henan, and Shandong are levied. Much more. Less in Jiangxi, Shanxi, Guangdong, and Shaanxi!"

"Since the tax is collected, it is treated equally, and the number of acres in each province cannot be distinguished, and the quota is set directly!"

"As my grandson said, the land is subject to change, and the amount is different every year. The quota is set, and the country suffers, and the big local households and powerful ones get rich!"

"Your original intention of paying light taxes is to make life easier for the people!"

Zhu Xiongying paused and continued, "But grandson's words are not nice, even if you collect less taxes, will the extra food and cloth be in the hands of ordinary people?"

"Grandson will calculate the accounts for you, and you will be taxed according to your quota. People pay taxes, do you have to go to the government to collect them? Does the government send people to pay? County to state, to government, to province, and then sent to the treasury. Do you need people at every level!"

"Where does the money come from? The local officials give the court a fixed tax. Will these extra expenditures and losses be apportioned to the common people?"

"Who dares?" The old man shouted angrily.

"Grandson said something disrespectful. No one would dare to say something disrespectful if you are still here! But you are?"

"Shut up!" Zhu Biao was furious, and was about to take off his shoes.

The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes, and all these things have been said.

"Don't hit!" The old man said loudly, "Dasun, keep talking!"

"You are the founder of the country, and the world will be prosperous with all wastes, and you will use severe punishments and strict laws!" Zhu Xiongying continued, "But later generations, can't follow your example and kill all officials who made mistakes! You yourself Say, don’t do it to your descendants after this, right!”

"These fixed taxes are handed over to the national treasury. What are they used for locally? If the yamen is broken, should they be repaired? Rivers, post roads, the Great Wall, canals? Where does the money come from? Officials have no money, so they have to make decisions on the common people!"

"Come and go, okay! The apportioned tax is more than the fixed tax, and there are more names. Will the people have a good life?"

"Wait!" The old man suddenly rubbed his temples, "Let's think about it, you talk so much all at once, our minds are messed up!"

"That's what my grandson said, whether it's right or wrong, don't take it to heart!" Zhu Xiongying thought about it, and continued, "My grandson is always talking about business taxes!"

"Why did my grandson tell my father to collect business tax? Grandpa, it's better not to collect the tax you set!"

The old man raised his head in surprise, "Damn you. Keep talking!"

"How much is the commercial tax you set? One in thirty!" Zhu Xiongying laughed, "Grandfather, how can there be such a low commercial tax in the past and present? And this tax is only limited to the canal, post road, and capital city gate tax! "

"Let's not talk about customs, Linqing, Jiujiang, Huai'an, Xuzhou, Yangzhou and other important canals, the commercial tax you set every year is only 5000 taels in silver! The tax of 5000 taels for a checkpoint is not as good as a shipment of silk merchants. valuable!"

"Grandfather, your taxes are too indifferent!"

The corners of the old man's eyes twitched, "Speak well, and then we'll beat you!"

(End of this chapter)