Daqin: Consolidate the destiny of the country and help the ancestors live forever!

"You must not mess around with this matter, otherwise I will not recognize you as a nephew!"

Xiang Liang sternly warned Xiang Yu not to act recklessly.

Xiang Yu curled his lips, stood aside with some displeasure, sulked and stopped talking.

"Brother Zhang laughed, this kid is a stick."

"It's okay, Young Master Xiang has a true temperament, he's more upright, so it's not a problem."

Zhang Liang looked at Xiang Yu in surprise, smiled, and didn't take this matter seriously.

"However, I have a way to know the whereabouts of Ying Ziye, maybe I can do an assassination."

"If it succeeds, the anti-Qin plan will definitely be one step closer."

"Even if it fails, it doesn't matter, the big deal is to lose some manpower."

Xiang Liang's eyes lit up, and he asked eagerly, "Brother Zhang, if you have any good ideas, why not just tell me."

"Everyone should know that the tax reform is aimed at the aristocrats, but Confucianism is the first one."

"In the Confucian faction, most of the students in the academy are the children of nobles, and they have the greatest impact."

"I had some contacts with the great Confucianist Chunyu Yue a while ago. He is very opposed to tax reform. If you ask him for help, you may be able to reveal the whereabouts of Ying Ziye. As long as you persuade Chunyu Yue, he will probably tell me the information. .”

"Anyway, he doesn't need to take action, just provide the whereabouts. I guess he will be happy to do so."

Xiang Liang slapped his thigh, this plan is very clever.

"Wonderful! Brother Zhang, in this way, we might be able to get rid of Ying Ziye!"

Xiang Liang clapped his hands and said good-bye. After calming down, he looked at the crowd and said, "Let's leave first."

"Brother Zhang and I want to talk about something."

"No~!"

Everyone went out.

Originally, Xiang Yu didn't want to go out, but Xiang Liang was afraid that he would know too much, and it would be wrong to assassinate Ying Ziye by himself.

So Xiang Yu was also kicked out, and only Zhang Liang and Xiang Liang were left in the room.

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Xianyang City.

In the past twenty days, the busiest person is none other than Young Master Fusu.

Busy with counting the money, the ministers have been transporting the money here one after another these days.

At the beginning, he was shocked, and then he gradually became numb.

The money in the treasury was filled one after another.

From the beginning of a treasury that was about to be empty, to now nearly a month, nine new treasuries have been built!

There are ten treasuries in total, but they are almost full.

It can be seen how rich the families of the nobles of the Great Qin Dynasty are!

No matter whether it is the lower currency (copper coin) or the upper currency (gold), the number is too numerous to count!

Young Master Fusu was so excited that he couldn't close his eyes for several days, and he lost a lot of weight.

And he also dispatched a lot of envoys to help with the counting, otherwise he would be too busy to do it all by himself.

This is also the most fulfilling life that Young Master Fusu has lived in these years.

Although he was a little sluggish due to lack of sleep, and even his eye sockets were bloodshot, he was extremely excited.

The treasury is full!The treasury is full!

The treasury of the Great Qin Mansion has never been so full!

It turns out... Daqin is not without money, Daqin is not poor.

It's just that the money is in the hands of the noble families.

Only the imperial family of the Qin Dynasty was poor, not nobles and merchants.

The treasury is full, and now I am not afraid of running out of money to do anything.

He has been very busy these days, filing, recording, and counting.

Young Master Fusu also sincerely admires everything this ninth brother has done.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a great talent!

So many taxes have been collected by one undead soldier.

This is an unprecedented event, enough to be recorded in history!

Today, as usual, Fusu writes and draws on rice paper.

His ascension to the throne was recorded on the rice paper, but his brows frowned slightly.

These days, all the ministers in the court have been sending money in a steady stream.

Only his teacher Chun Yuyue and Yu Shi doctor Lin Zhichong sent the least amount of money.

Not even one-third of others, which made him frown.

He also sent someone to the mansion of the two to ask what was going on.

Every time the taxes sent are very small.

These two also borrowed troops to collect taxes, but they did so differently from others.

If others disagree with each other, they will copy the house.

But the two of them are lucky, in the areas under their jurisdiction, they never ransacked their homes, and they never ransacked their families when they were dissatisfied.

This also led to the fact that the tax they collected was less than one-third of that of others.

This matter is so obvious that it is somewhat suspected of covering up.

Their two mansions are still surrounded by soldiers.

Other people's taxes have been collected, and the mansion has returned to its normal state.

And some people were grateful to Dade, and even charged some extra money back.

But these two are good, not only the tax is less, but also less and less.

Although he also strongly opposes ransacking and ransacking his family and property, it is undeniable that the effect of this trick is obvious.

How can it be possible to raise taxes without using some tough methods.

This made him a little embarrassed. On the one hand, it was his teacher, and on the other hand, it was his ninth younger brother, Jian Guo.

Thinking of this, Fusu's head grew dizzy, and he could only sigh deeply.

He got up and was going to talk to the teacher. He was responsible for the treasury, and he was responsible for his father and ninth brother.

With so much money missing, he also understands the teacher's difficulties, but he is afraid that the father and the ninth brother will not be able to explain it.

What Fusu didn't know was that even now it was a waste of time to go to the teacher.

His teacher was drinking tea with Lin Zhichong in the secret room.

Chapter 59 Confucian doctor, a small plan

In a small room.

Chun Yuyue and Lin Zhichong sat face to face.

Lin Zhichong's face was a little anxious, and he didn't even feel that the tea was sweet and delicious.

Because others collected taxes, the soldiers in the mansion all withdrew.

In the end, only he and Chun Yuyue's mansion had not withdrawn their troops.

This also made him anxious.

And the family members also asked him what was going on, so that he couldn't answer this question.

"Doctor, what do you say?"

"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have listened to your words. Don't force the nobles, don't raid their homes, and don't destroy their families."

"Young master Fusu sent someone to my mansion to inquire, but I don't know how to answer."

"Everyone else's taxes have been collected, but the taxes of the two of us have not been collected by then."

"This is too obviously a cover-up. When the Ninth Young Master finds out, you will have to peel off your skin if you don't die!"

Lin Zhichong regretted listening to Chunyuyue's words and made it into the current situation.

They had agreed before that everyone else had gone to collect taxes, and they had to go too.

Even if it's just for show, after all, it's the general trend and you have to do it.

But Chun Yuyue's strategy at that time was to adopt gentle means, and absolutely not to ransack his home.

Lin Zhichong also agreed, and it went smoothly when he went to collect taxes.

After all, it is the area under his jurisdiction, and these nobles pay him a lot of money every year.

Of course, those nobles were not afraid of him at all, because they all knew it was just a show.

He was just given some money to return to work, and most of the money was left in his mansion.

This is also the reason why he does not agree with tax reform. As long as there are nobles, his wealth can continue to flow.

Once he lost the nobles, he would not be able to get some money to live a luxurious life.

At first he thought it was very interesting, but gradually it changed.

He didn't collect the tax, and the young master Fusu sent people to ask him several times, but he didn't know how to answer.

Fortunately, the young master Fu Su Zhai has a kind heart and knows that he doesn't need to force him, and he won't destroy his family if he doesn't confiscate his house, so he doesn't blame him too much.

But this is just Mr. Fusu, if His Majesty or Mr. Ninth knew about this, it would not be so easy to talk about.

"Hehe, are you afraid, Mr. Yushi?"

Chunyu picked up the teacup on the table and blew on it without any haste, and took a sip of the tea lightly.

The whole person is as motionless as a mountain, as stable as an old dog.

"Oh, listening to the doctor means you are not afraid?"

"Do you have any plan to fail?"

Lin Zhichong looked at Chunyuyue in surprise.

Chunyu Yue didn't answer the question directly.

After he put down the teacup, he chuckled lightly.

"I heard that there are a lot of green plants growing in the area outside Xianyang City surrounded by the army."

"I also heard that His Majesty ordered the Ninth Young Master to inspect the new crops tomorrow. What do you think of this?"

Lin Zhichong was taken aback for a moment, and looked around and said to him, what does Chunyuyue mean by this?

"Doctor, I don't quite understand, what do you mean by that?"

Chunyu laughed lightly and said: "Someone asked about Jiu Gongzi's whereabouts, but this old man slipped the tongue by accident."

"After tomorrow, there may be big changes, not necessarily."

"No one will care about such trivial matters as your tax collection."

Chunyu Yue smiled happily, his old face was full of wrinkles.

He couldn't bear to see the Confucian group suffer so much.

But he had no power to resist. Fortunately, someone found him at this time.

He said he just wanted to know the whereabouts of Jiu Gongzi.

No matter whether Jiu Gongzi is fine or not, it has nothing to do with him.

He didn't do anything, he just said something.