By the time Chen Yongfu arrived at the mouth of Liaohe River, Li Jingwu had already captured Taiping Fort and was defending the city.
"How did the creation of slaves come so quickly?"
With the sea breeze blowing on his face, Chen Yongfu stood on the Tianzhuang Fort. All he could see were the soldiers of the Beijing camp and the tents that could not be seen beyond the horizon.
He was not wearing armor, but was wearing a strong suit with a short gun tied around his waist, making him appear heroic.
"I guess I came here regardless of the baggage." Beside him, the burly Yan Guochao was like a mountain, shielding him from the wind and rain.
"Maybe he is afraid of death!" Wang Guangen said calmly: "After all, this place is too close to Shenyang."
"Along the Liao River, you can go straight to Liaoyang."
Prime Minister Hui Deng, who was in charge of the navy, could not help but cooperate: "As long as the army moves forward, our navy will definitely keep its supplies and food."
"Good work."
Chen Yongfu nodded to Prime Minister Hui Deng, and then said to the generals:
"Everyone usually works in the Governor's Mansion, but things are different now. We need to put in a lot of effort."
As he spoke, he raised his hands to the west, which was the direction of Beijing, with a respectful expression on his face: "In this battle, more than 100,000 troops were dispatched, more than 300,000 civilians were running around, 100,000 livestock, and tens of thousands of ships."
"Can we live up to His Majesty's high expectations?"
"How dare you disobey your humble position?"
All the princes and men responded in unison, with astonishing momentum and looking very uplifting.
"Expel the slaves and rebuild the mountains and rivers——"
The military judges passed along the compiled slogans, and the morale of the military was shaken for a while.
After boosting morale, Chen Yongfu held a meeting. All the people coming and going were princes and princes. The earl could only take the seat at the bottom. Zinan had no place at all and could only listen.
"This battle is the last battle to clean up Liaodong. It is also a battle to wash away the shame. You must remember that Jiannu will jump over the wall in a hurry and fight to the end. We must stabilize the morale of the army..."
Chen Yongfu gave instructions, with deep sadness in his eyebrows.
In Liaodong, we are completely unfamiliar and no longer belong to the Ming Dynasty. For the soldiers, fighting in a foreign land is a huge disadvantage.
What's more, they are facing fierce Jiannu, which will inevitably lead to a brutal fight.
The original plan to capture Liaoyang and then have a decisive battle seems to be impossible.
He glanced at Prime Minister Huiden and felt relieved. As long as the Navy was here, there would be a way out at any time, which was great.
It seems that the plan has to be changed again.
Gritting his teeth, Chen Yongfu made new arrangements.
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At the same time, the entire north was busy with war.
With the progress of the times and military leaps, the importance of logistics materials has increased to an incomparable level.
For example, gunpowder, in the past, as long as the knife was not rolled up, you could continue to fight on the battlefield, but now, as long as there is no gunpowder, the guns and artillery will not fire, and it will become a naked fight.
Food has taken second place to logistics.
"Your Majesty, this is the busy farming season. Recruiting such a large-scale corvee will inevitably reduce production."
On the road from Beijing to Tianjin, the scorching sunshine is baking the earth, but there is still an endless stream of vehicles transporting grain, grass and equipment, forcing pedestrians to the roadside.
Hundreds of thousands of civilians were drafted and forced to resume the war involving the fate of the Ming Dynasty. There were endless complaints, but no one dared to resist.
More than ten thousand soldiers from the capital were constantly patrolling the entire Shuntian Mansion to prevent unrest from occurring at this critical moment.
Zhang Shenyan, wearing a bamboo hat to hide his appearance, stood behind the emperor and sighed softly.
"I know what you mean."
Zhu Yixi shook her head and the bamboo hat on her head swayed: "Let Shuntian Mansion be exempted from the land tax this year!"
"Your Majesty is wise." The cabinet ministers who accompanied the emperor on inspection all praised him.
In the three-year tax-free and two-year half-tax policy implemented in the second year of Shaowu, Shuntian Prefecture had to pay half-tax this year, but now it has been reduced.
This is a great thing for the people.
However, Zhang Juzheng's whipping method has long included corvee service, land tax, and dingyin. In other words, ordinary people do not need to perform corvee service after paying grain taxes.
However, how could the showdown and miscellaneous gifts of local officials disappear, let alone the cheap corvee.
In the later period, basically the money was still collected and the corvee service was still served.
During the Yongzheng period, the gentry and gentry were implemented as one to serve as errands and pay grain, which was the best proof of the resurgence of corvee service.
In fact, according to the whip law, the gentry and the common people would not have to do corvee service.
The same is true for the boastful Tan Ding Rumu. Ding Yin has long been merged into a whip silver, which is the result of reappearing.
But later on, the same old behavior relapsed. After all, it would be nothing, so who is willing to spend money?
After paying the money, you still have to do corvee. Do the untouchables still don’t want to do corvee? Rebelled.
Therefore, Zhu Yixi originally planned to imitate his example of working as a farmer, but after looking carefully one by one, he found that this was what Zhang Juzheng had already done, so how could he be so smart as to pick someone up?
If we do this again, wouldn’t it be tantamount to increasing taxes?
The reinstatement of corvee service already made Zhu Yixi feel guilty. How could he torture the people again?
As for Huo Huo Gui Gong, with the large-scale popularity of silver yuan and copper yuan, Huo Huo has slowly disappeared.
But the biggest dilemma lies in the fact that the gentry and the gentry all work as errands and pay the grain.
Regarding corvee work, Zhu Yixi was very generous and granted exemption.
After all, people have finally been admitted to the scholar examination, and have returned home to live in retirement. If you still ask them to do corvee service, isn't this pushing people elsewhere?
In the feudal era, these people were the foundation!
This is equivalent to a public servant cutting benefits and taking dead wages. Who can bear this?
Who can be an official without some privileges?
After Qianlong succeeded to the throne, he immediately abolished the idea that the gentry and gentry were all responsible for paying grain.
However, corvee service can be exempted, but taxation is still practiced throughout the country.
"Your Majesty, are you worried about the military affairs in Liaodong?" Seeing that the emperor was still thinking deeply, Lu Daqi jumped out immediately.
This boldness shocked the others, and their eyes were filled with blame.
This guy really has no rules.
"No." Zhu Yixi didn't care and just sighed: "We have been planning the Liaodong war for half a year, but now we can only leave it to the soldiers at the front to decide the outcome."
"Furthermore, if it doesn't work this year, there will be next year. If it doesn't work this time, there will be next time. Liaodong will be restored no matter what."
After saying this, the emperor squatted down, grabbed a handful of dust with his hand, squeezed it into a ball, and then scattered it away.
This all seems a bit childish, but this is the emperor's performance, and every move has a profound meaning.
"In the past few years, the north has been exempted from taxes for three years. This summer, a grain tax will be imposed. After two years, it will be a half tax and then a full tax. Can the people in the north bear it?"
Zhu Yixi clapped her hands, shook off the dry dust in her hands, and then washed her hands and dried them with water, as if nothing happened just now.
The four people behind him fell into thinking.
Regarding taxation, as early as the shogunate period, it was completely different from that of the imperial court.
In the Ming Dynasty, the land tax was thirty to one, but after the One Whip Law, it was almost fifteen to one, depending on whether the land was good or bad, ranging from one cent, two cents, or three cents of silver.
One tael of silver equals one hundred cents.
That is, the minimum payment is ten cents per mu of land.
But, this is just theory.
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