Zhu Bai originally didn't want to take care of this matter, but since he was forced to do so, he had no choice but to take care of it.
The key is that if he doesn't have money, he won't be able to live happily in the future.
For example, if he falls in love with a girl in the future and wants to give her something as a gift, he can't bring a cart of rice and sangma.
He tilted his head and thought for a moment: "If you are short of money, wouldn't it be better to ask for money from the people below when collecting taxes this year? Convert all the physical goods into silver and hand it over. It is convenient for the local state capital and the court. Food, mulberry and hemp utensils Transportation on the road is prone to damage and loss, and it is difficult to keep statistics. If we relax the restrictions on business between the south and the north, and allow the exchange of goods between the north and the south, money will naturally survive, and the court can collect more taxes from merchants. Everyone will be happy."
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned, sitting there frowning and thinking about this problem.
He asked farmers to hand over grain and goods in kind, his original intention was to prevent corrupt officials from exploiting them. But actually handing over physical goods is the same kind of exploitation.
It is said that when the government officials went to collect grain, they would fill the bucket full and then kick it. The grain that fell was the "hard work fee" of the government officials and the government.
The yamen also gave this practice a special name called "kicking".
Also, use a larger bucket than usual to collect it, and use a normal bucket to hand it over. The extra two will be greedy.
This kind of thing happens repeatedly.
The main reason is that in addition to giving salaries to officials, he does not give any operating expenses to the government at all levels. It is up to them to find ways to support their large team of government officials and masters and pay daily expenses.
If you don't let them get some, it won't work at all.
So as time went by, he could only turn a blind eye.
If it is converted into cash, it will be easier to standardize and measure it uniformly.
Lao Zhu remained silent, and no one in the room dared to speak.
Zhu Bai suddenly sneezed loudly.
A woman's voice asked in a low voice from outside: "Is His Royal Highness King Xiang okay?"
Someone lowered his voice and replied: "The Emperor is still asking questions. Your Majesty, please go back quickly."
Zhu Bai recognized the voice of his mother, Concubine Hu Shun.
I think Concubine Hu Shun also heard that he was causing mischief again, so she came to take a look worriedly.
Concubine Hu Shun didn't dare to come in. She always checked at the door to make sure Zhu Bai was okay before leaving.
Zhu Bai suddenly felt a little guilty: in this world, in this huge palace.
The only ones who really care about his life and death are probably Lao Zhu and Concubine Hu Shun.
Zhu Bai whispered to Zhu Yuanzhang: "Father, please go out and take a look, then come back and kneel down. If you want to hit or punish me, you will never hide."
Zhu Yuanzhang snorted.
Zhu Bai thought he had agreed, got busy and ran out quickly, waving to Concubine Hu Shun from a distance: "I'm fine, go back quickly."
Concubine Hu Shun also had disheveled hair and some clothes. She only had a palace maid with her and held a lantern in her hand. Once she saw that Zhu Bai was safe and sound, she turned around and left.
Zhu Bai came back to his knees.
Zhu Biao leaned over and said, "I beg your father not to be so angry and go back to rest early. This matter is all my fault. I will come to the Imperial Study Room to receive my punishment tomorrow morning."
Zhu Yuanzhang snorted again: "Haha, how can you let this kid off so easily? Tomorrow morning, you bring this kid with you. I will punish him well in the court."
Zhu Biao and Zhu Bai were both a little frustrated.
If the father and son talk behind closed doors in the royal study, they can still find ways to remedy any flaws.
When it comes to the court, it's not something the three of them can control.
Those gossip officials are all like wolves and tigers, with mean words and slippery tongues, determined to make one person unlucky.
When the time comes, will Zhu Bai or Zhu Biao be sacrificed?
Zhu Bai felt that it was not worthwhile to sacrifice himself.
Didn't he do all this just to protect himself?
Moreover, in this matter, he was purely out to help others, and he could never sacrifice himself for others to this extent.
Even sacrificing Zhu Biao would not work. What he did was all in vain, and Zhu Yuanzhang could not let Zhu Biao take the responsibility.
In the end, Lu Lian'er and Lu Ben's family had to bear it themselves.
No matter how you think about it, all your work this night was in vain.
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It was frosty outside and bitingly cold.
It was really painful to get out of the warm bed before dawn.
Zhu Bai Fugui forcibly turned on the phone, then shivered and got dressed. He dressed and washed while the palace people waited on him. He rubbed his eyes and was led by Fugui to Fengtian Palace.
Drowsily, he felt that someone else was holding his hand. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Zhu Biao.
It seemed that Zhu Biao didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night last night. He had a pair of large and deep dark circles under his eyes, and his originally pale face became more and more pointed and thin.
Zhu Biao whispered: "I am the one who has caused trouble for my twelfth brother. I will wait for your Majesty to act accordingly."
Zhu Bai leaned against him and said vaguely: "That doesn't matter. What's important is that Your Highness remembers what he promised me."
I have such a deep obsession, I remember this all the time.
Zhu Biao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He raised his arm and wrapped Zhu Bai in his cloak.
Civil and military officials lined up from Fengtian Gate in the dark blue morning light, with the civil officials on the left and the military attachés on the right.
Although there were fifty or sixty people on each side, in the huge square it looked like two groups of fish swimming in the deep sea, silently and neatly.
They entered the hall, and not long after they stood in their seats, Zhu Yuanzhang also came in and sat down.
Zhu Bai was pulled by Zhu Biao to salute, and then stood leaning against Zhu Biao.
Zhu Yuanzhang saw that Zhu Bai was drowsy, and he was not worried about being punished today. He wanted to be angry, but couldn't.
Forget it, even though this kid made a huge fuss yesterday, he still came up with an earth-shaking good idea, so he just thought that the golden hairpin was a reward for him.
Zhu Yuanzhang told the officials about the method of converting physical taxes into cash that Zhu Bai had mentioned yesterday, but he did not mention the issue of free trade between the north and the south.
Zhu Bai yawned and became more and more tired: It turned out that he called me over to listen to him talk about this.
When Lao Zhu was a child, he was harmed too much by profiteers and corrupt officials. He suffered severe psychological trauma. He still hates businessmen to this day.
But if they are not allowed to do business, those physical goods cannot be exchanged for silver, and everything is in vain.
Zhu Biao also secretly breathed a sigh of relief: It seems that Lao Zhu believed the scene they performed yesterday.
The court hall was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly it started to noisy like a few drops of water in a frying pan.
Ru Taisu clapped his hands and said happily: "Okay, the emperor is really wise and wise. Doesn't this method solve all problems?"
From now on, wouldn't it be nice if he no longer has to set up stalls selling food and goods everywhere?
Besides, it is much easier to store the cash in the treasury than the grain, medicinal materials, cloth and so on. At least there will be no rat infestation or mildew.
He has fewer things to do.
The imperial censor jumped out excitedly and said: "Your Majesty, think twice. This method is easy to exploit people at all levels and promotes corruption."
In fact, Zhu Bai also knew that this method was not a foolproof method.
There is no perfect method in this world. It is just a matter of choosing the least harm compared to the number of advantages, and choosing the most suitable one in a compromise.
