Su Wanying raised her head, glanced at her husband in surprise, and finally shook her head.
"Our family doesn't have it, but Uncle Wu's family does, because our tenant farmers in Ming Dynasty are tax-free. They only need to pay rent to the landlord."
"After the landlord collects the rent, all he has to do is pay taxes to the court."
"But in order to pay less taxes, landowners will conceal the number of tenants."
"They will try to make the tenants into black households to achieve their goals."
However, this approach became much better after Emperor Zhu obtained the household registration.
However, this is still the case.
"And the ways landlords evade taxes on food are also diverse and varied."
"For example, you bribe scribes, break their land into pieces, and record it in someone else's name. Then the taxes become someone else's."
"Otherwise, the land will be transferred to the name of someone with meritorious status."
"For example, a civil servant can get up to 400 acres of land tax-free."
"My lord, you are a Jinshi, and you have two thousand acres of land in your name that are tax-free."
"Uncle Wu has come to the house several times to ask questions, but my parents have blocked him all the time. Someone in your Gu family also wants to transfer the land to your name."
"It's just that my brother and sister-in-law listened to my parents and refused to let go."
Not to mention Uncle Wu, not even the Su family thought of transferring the land to their son-in-law's name to avoid paying taxes from the court.
It's just one-tenth of the tax on grain, the same as that of homesteaders.
Other people who are so poor can pay it, but you, a landlord, can't bear to pay that little tax?
Why do you have to look so ugly?
Gu Chen nodded. This was similar to the history he would learn in later generations.
No wonder Lao Zhu chopped off so many people's heads, and there were so many people who had their heads smashed to take the imperial examination.
"Madam, tell me, if the imperial court spreads the capitation tax to the fields and collects the tax, and then comes up with a rule not to exempt the officials and gentry from the tax..."
What he was thinking was that building a ship takes time, and making a small living also takes time.
It would be better to take advantage of the Guo Huan case, and Lao Zhu happens to be going to fight landlords in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
By the way, I'll take the fourth uncle's stall into the property, and the officials and gentry will pay for it together and get it out first.
What should I do if I don't have to deal with commercial taxes, opening up the sea, and reforming taxes? I'm busy with all kinds of things and I'm exhausted.
"Ms. sir!"
Su Wanying was startled and quickly reached out to cover her husband's mouth.
"What do you want to do? People who change the law have never had a good ending. Let's... let's live our lives well, okay?"
This kind of job that offends the powerful class will most likely lead to a bad death in the end.
Moreover, this is not the Song Dynasty where civil servants were not killed. This is the Ming Dynasty where officials had to give their last words before going to court, and if they were not careful, their families would be confiscated and their families exterminated.
Call her selfish, but Su Wanying doesn't want her husband to touch these things. The world is full of people surnamed Zhu, not people surnamed Gu and Su.
It's enough to do your own errands, why bother with yourself?
"I see."
Gu Chen gave up the idea for the time being and patted his wife's back gently.
"Madam, go to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."
Now is indeed not the right time to do this. The reason why Lao Zhu has given so many benefits to officials and scholars.
That's because the imperial court is short of talents, so in order to encourage everyone to take the imperial examination, this is a benefit to everyone.
If this benefit were cancelled, Biao'er would probably die earlier than in history.
So busy!
What's more, Lao Zhu's character is indeed capable of burning bridges, and who knows if he will become the scapegoat he pushes out.
However, if you don’t change it now, it will be too difficult to change it later.
It didn't matter whether Lao Zhu's family died or not. He mainly didn't want to be busy with the Manchu Qing taking over the Central Plains.
He had no other intention, he just didn't want to lag behind the West for hundreds of years.
But if you want to conquer these nations, you have to fight. In addition to money, war also requires food. After all, money cannot be eaten.
So changing the land is indeed a big problem.
Historically, Gui E proposed a whipping method and was forced to resign. It didn't take long for him to die.
Yongzheng established a system where officials and gentry all paid for themselves, but this was immediately abolished after his son came to power.
To be an enemy of the officials and gentry of the world is something that really needs to be considered carefully.
However, Zhang Juzheng and Gui E's whipping method can be practiced first.
It's just that he doesn't want to do it himself, he wants Biao'er to push someone to do it.
After all, he still wanted his children to live a good life, but he didn't want to be punished for revenge after his death, nor did he want to be ostracized by everyone.
He thinks, well, Zhan Hui is quite suitable.
The seniors must work hard for the juniors and overcome all obstacles.
March in Yingtianfu can be considered warm, with flowers blooming everywhere and spring in full bloom. Everyone has taken off their bloated jackets and put on thinner cotton-padded clothes.
But Guo Huan, kneeling in the middle of the warm Fengtian Hall, felt colder than the snow in the twelfth lunar month, and more freezing than the frozen river in winter.
He couldn't understand how he could be investigated by the Metropolitan Procuratorate and Beizhen Fusi after he had kept things so secretive.
Could it be that they are not humans but gods?
"Guo Huan, we gave you a chance." Lao Zhu sighed sincerely: "But you failed to live up to your expectations. You let us and the people all over the world feel disappointed."
Sure enough, it is Lao Zhu who is the best in Ming Dynasty. At this time, he is still performing his own skills, and it is not even noticeable.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Guo Huan also worked for Lao Zhu's family for so many years, so he naturally understood Boss Zhu's temper, and he immediately shed tears of fear.
"Your Majesty, please spare me for once. Your Majesty, please spare me for once."
"I don't dare anymore. I really don't dare anymore. Your Majesty..."
He didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die, he was still so young.
There are still many things that he has not had time to enjoy, and there is still so much money that he has not had time to spend.
He didn't want to die, he really didn't want to die.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Guo Huanhuan's board fell to the ground. He crawled towards Lao Zhu on his hands and knees, trying to plead for himself and see if he could survive.
"Don't move!"
Li Wenzhong was afraid that he would be disadvantageous to the emperor, so he immediately stepped forward and kicked Guo Huan down, then stepped on his back with his left foot, making him unable to move.
He was a military commander with considerable strength. Guo Huan immediately vomited blood.
But he didn't give up, he still cried miserably and looked at Lao Zhu pitifully.
"This is a good use of the word Zai."
Lao Zhu walked down from the top and looked at Guo Huan with cold eyes.
"When you used to be the Minister of Industry and Trade for greedy timber, we didn't punish you by demoting you, but we still forgave you and didn't kill you."
"Didn't we give you a chance?"
"Not only did we promote you back to Minister, but we also asked you to try out for the position of Minister of Household Affairs. But you, how did you repay us?"
"You're getting worse! You're greedy!"
Although this is the result of his deliberate indulgence, if you really change your mind and change your mind, there is nothing Zhu Yuanzhang can do about it, right?
"Your Majesty, I know that I was wrong. I know that I was wrong. I really know that I was wrong this time."
Guo Huan lay on the ground and wanted to reach out to grab the emperor's clothes to plead for mercy.
But his back was firmly stepped on by Li Wenzhong, unable to move at all.
"I am willing to die. Please let your Majesty spare my family."
"As long as your majesty spares my family, I will agree to any method of death or punishment, whether it is skinning and pulling off the grass or cutting them into pieces."
"Your Majesty, please spare my family."
"My mother is seventy-three this year, and my youngest son is only four years old this year. Your Majesty, I beg you, please be merciful, Your Majesty..."
Guo Huan finally understood that he was bound to die, but he still wanted to fight for a chance of life for his family, so he cried with snot and tears.
His mother had suffered for so many years to get him to this position.
But I haven't enjoyed two days of happiness yet, but I have to endure hardships on my own.
He is unfilial!
"Have you thought of your family now?" Hearing this, Lao Zhu couldn't help but sneered and asked: "At that time, you completely forgot about the oath you made to your nine clans, right?"
"At that time, why didn't I see you caring about your family and finding your way back?"
"At that time, if the prince hadn't been kind-hearted and spoke for your nine tribes, your nine tribes would really have been implicated by you."
