It was night, and Zhang San was tossing and turning, full of worries, unable to sleep.
"Master, what's wrong?"
"It's okay, you go to bed first, I'll go find Li Si next door to discuss it.
Forget it, it's getting late today. Let's ask Li Si tomorrow. "
....
"Brother Li, are you up? I have something to discuss with you."
At dawn, Zhang San stared at the two giant pandas and stood in front of the fence of Li Si's house and shouted.
"Zhang San, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to go to the county to find a doctor for you?"
"Brother Li, I'm fine, no, my body is fine.
Yesterday, when I returned from delivering the silk...>"
"Oh, do you think His Majesty is a good emperor?"
"He should be a good emperor. He exempted us from three taxes. Next year, each household will be exempted from tax on three acres. He also lowered the price of salt. No matter how you look at it, he is a good emperor."
"Since he is a good emperor, there is nothing to worry about. If it doesn't work out, we will go to the magistrate's office later and ask the magistrate to give us an explanation."
"Okay, let's go together! Let's go together!"
....
Along the way, Zhang San saw many people hurriedly heading towards Nanjing City.
Along the way, people continued to join them. When they approached the city of Nanjing, there were tens of thousands of people there, and many scholars among them were loudly encouraging people to come to the government to "claim justice."
The soldiers at the city gate saw this and hurriedly closed the city gate.
"We're looking for the prefect. We're looking for the prefect."
The people gathered at the city gate shouted.
After half a stick of incense, Hou Zhenyang, the prefect of Nanjing, appeared on the tower in official uniform.
"Master Magistrate, there are rumors that the imperial court wants to take back all the land in Jiangnan, but it is true."
"It's true." Hou Zhenyang shouted from the city wall.
"It's time to find a place where no one is around to spend your old age." Hou Zhenyang said thoughtfully as he touched the banknotes in his pocket.
If in the past, so many tricks were needed to organize civil unrest?
He also needed to sacrifice several county magistrates and himself to deceive the people's trust.
Just deceive the people and shout a few words, "The mob killed the official..." and it will be a civil unrest.
But now, Hou Zhenyang can clearly feel that these untouchables are not so easy to fool.
If the local power is strong, it will become less and less effective.
"But these shouldn't be things I have to consider anymore. Let those nobles have the headache. As long as there is money,..."
Hou Zhenyang's words completely cut off the thoughts of the people, and for a while, countless people burst into tears.
field! The lifeblood of a family of all ages. If you accept it like this, won't we die?
"Folks, these dog officials don't care about our life or death..."
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Just when someone was about to continue causing trouble, a burst of gunfire came, and the people around him fell silent instantly.
Then I saw a thousand-man cavalry galloping towards this side on horseback.
It turned out that Bi Xingchang, the biochemical soldier who had received the news a long time ago, had already ambushed 1,000 cavalry around, and he hurried over when he saw something was wrong.
The uniform formation and shiny armor scared the people so much that they didn't even dare to show off.
"Who are you? Why are you gathering at the gate of Nanjing? Do you want to rebel?" Bi Xingchang stopped his horse and yelled loudly when the two sides were still about ten steps away.
"This general is serious. We are just asking the magistrate for an explanation." A man dressed as a scholar said.
"To ask for an explanation, do you need to bring so many people with you? Tell me what is the specific matter and let me listen."
"This..." The man dressed as a scholar stopped talking.
In today's Ming Dynasty, all the military generals are the servants of the little emperor. If you tell the truth, you may not be able to see the sun tomorrow.
"General, my three acres of thin farmland are the lifeblood of the whole family. Please show mercy to the general and don't let your majesty take over our farmland." Zhang San hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd and cried.
"Collect the fields? Who said that? When did His Majesty give the order to collect the fields? It was that bastard who said it."
"What, no?" Many people were dumbfounded for a while.
Is it collected or not? The prefect said it was confiscated, but the general in front of him said it was confiscated. Who should I believe?
"General Qi, the prefect just saw and acknowledged it on the city wall."
"Really, Lord Magistrate, where is the Lord Magistrate you mentioned now?"
Everyone heard the news and went away, but there was no sign of the prefect on the city wall.
"The common people don't dare to lie. The people around me can testify for me."
"That's right, sir. We can all testify."
"Get up. I know that many of you are here to inspect the fields. I can tell you accurately that your Majesty is not inspecting the fields to steal your fields.
Your Majesty is kind and does not want to see the people unable to eat, but the country does not have taxes.
Many people, whose families have thousands of acres of fertile land, do not pay taxes. What's worse, their families have thousands of acres of fertile land, but only about ten acres are listed in the government books.
It's because these people don't pay taxes that your taxes are so high.
Your Majesty is inspecting the fields this time to deal with those who do not pay taxes. When they pay taxes on time and the court has money and food, it will reduce taxes for you...
But some people, whose families have thousands of acres of fertile land and cannot store enough food, just don’t want to pay taxes. I just don’t want to see His Majesty give you tax cuts.
...
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The best way to deal with civil unrest is to create enemies for them and let them side with the court.
"In the past year, His Majesty has first exempted three acres of land from taxes, lowered the price of salt, and next year will exempt each household from paying three acres of land. Have you ever seen such a good emperor?"
"Your Majesty, we will exempt 30% of the salary, lower the price of salt, and exempt 3 acres of tax per household. Have you ever seen such a good emperor?" Bi Xingchang
Hundreds of guards behind him shouted in unison.
The sound was like thunder and spread to everyone's ears instantly.
Many guys with bad intentions were so frightened by the thunderous sound that they trembled, and even worse, their crotches were stained with water.
The group that Zhu Youjian has the best sense of is the military households of the Ming Dynasty.
Among the military households, the soldiers who had the best sense of Zhu Youjian were none other than the guards.
Nothing else, just because the Ming Guard soldiers did not have military pay.
Coupled with the occupation of military fields, countless military households became domestic slaves of officers.
Not only did she not have enough food and clothing, but she was also bullied from time to time.
In comparison, His Majesty's current life is simply heaven.
Although there are many more training tasks,
But at least, the military land in everyone's hands is back.
The ancestral military uniform on his body was finally retired with honor.
No officer dared to let himself be a handyman.
Before the output of military fields, officials also distributed grain.
During training, the officials were in charge of the food. Although it tasted average, it was plentiful and filling. Sometimes you can even eat meat.
Who is willing to give up such a good life?
"Let's break up, let's break up. Your Majesty is a good emperor, and he will definitely not care about our life or death." Sporadic words in the crowd relaxed the tense hearts of these people.
"Big." Someone wanted to take the opportunity to cause trouble. But soon he found a sharp object behind his back, so he had to shut his mouth obediently.
