There is nothing to talk about. Zheng Xiong refuses to listen and even proposes tax reform. This is really annoying.
"Master Marquis, please think twice. Taxation involves all aspects and affects the whole body. It is not something we should worry about!"
"Why don't we wait until after the autumn harvest? In this way, even if we don't collect, it's better to pay the tax ourselves in advance than to pay the tax in advance. Do you think you should reconsider it?"
It’s a bit annoying!
It's a big deal, why don't we know?
However, I just spend money for the sake of spending money, so how can I control so much.
If you offend others, you will offend others. Every one of the Ming Dynasty officials will be reincarnated sooner or later. What a fright!
Besides, reform should be carried out as early as possible, and it is for Lao Zhu's own good.
If Lao Zhu doesn't agree with it, then it's just a matter of time. If he resigns and leaves, he can't blame himself for not doing anything.
"I have made up my mind, don't talk nonsense, send the money as soon as possible, and the announcement will be sent to me today."
"You have to give me a big fanfare. It's best if everyone knows about it. Go quickly."
His heart felt so cold, Fu Cheng's heart had fallen into an ice cave at this moment, and he was completely cold.
Taking steps, he was about to exit Zheng Xiong's room in a daze, but saw Zheng Xiong say.
"Wait a minute, tax exemption and welfare plus the name of His Highness the Crown Prince, it means we are following the will of His Highness the Crown Prince."
Zheng Xiong's words were like a ray of sunshine shining into Fu Cheng's heart. With a moment of warmth, he turned around hopefully.
"Master Marquis, is this what His Highness the Crown Prince means?"
Zheng Xiong touched his nose. The prince didn't mean it. He was just pulling a tiger's skin.
If we give the prince a reputation, he shouldn’t refuse it, right? Lao Zhu should also be happy to see the results.
As for the possible backlash, if Zhu Biao doesn’t carry it, then he will do it himself! It really doesn't matter at all.
"no."
"ah!"
You are so confused, what the hell kind of operation is this, you dare to do it in the name of the prince without the prince’s instructions, you have to go to heaven!
I can't stay in this place anymore. The more I know, I will have to send myself away sooner or later.
Fu Cheng hurriedly said goodbye and left, fearing that he would hear something shocking again if he was too late.
After Fu Cheng left, Zheng Xiong supported his head with one hand and thought about how to spend the remaining money.
As for education, I have almost laid it out, and I will start to do it slowly in elementary school.
As for the university, Zheng Xiong had no interest in arranging teaching for the Four Books and Five Classics. Without this, he would have to plan slowly.
Because the first thing to consider is to arrange employment, others may give up the imperial examination and wait for Zheng Xiong's arrangements, otherwise not many people will come to study.
Therefore, Zheng Xiong would rather start teaching from a young age and cultivate students slowly than establish an institution like a university or middle school.
In addition to education, it is medical care.
The existing medical policies are sufficient. It is too early and immature to provide free medical care. If we really do this, people with minor and serious illnesses will rush in for treatment. No matter how much money is spent, it will not be enough. Just maintain the status quo.
Sometimes having too much money is a worry and there is no place to spend it.
After thinking for a long time, Zheng Xiong couldn't come up with an idea.
He simply waved his hand and transferred the money to the pharmacy to enrich the pharmacy's heritage.
"Someone come."
"What are your orders, Lord Marquis?"
"You first go to the Military and Horse Department to find a team of people to protect you, then go to the 16th floor to take all the money to the pharmacy and let them buy herbal medicines."
"This is my order. Go and come back quickly."
"As commanded."
The arrangements are finally done, now I don’t have to worry about people worrying about me.
Comfortable.
Get off work, get off work.
As soon as Zheng Xiong returned home, it began to rain lightly, and then it became heavier and heavier.
And the hard-working Mao Xiang was really hard-working at this time.
When what Zheng Xiong said in the square reached Mao Xiang's ears, Mao Xiang knew something was wrong.
He hurried to the palace.
As a result, halfway through, another bad news came.
Zheng Xiong was too fast. After he finished speaking, he ran back to the building to count and hand out the money.
I don’t know the specific amount, but after one million dollars, how much is left? It doesn't take much to figure out.
Lao Zhu is watching! This could get better.
My heart froze, I speeded up again, and hurried to Lao Zhu.
"Your Majesty, the activities on the 16th floor have ended, but..."
Observing Lao Zhu's face carefully, he couldn't say the words that came to his mouth.
Lao Zhu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his lips curled up slightly, showing that he was in a good mood.
"Just what?"
There was no way to avoid it, so Mao Xiang could only tell the truth.
"It's just that the doctor proposed in public that he would spend one million yuan to build a bookstore. The money has already been withdrawn from the sixteenth floor."
"Bookstore~One Million Guan~"
Lao Zhu murmured to himself, and the brush he held in his hand slipped from his palm. He was obviously shocked by the news.
I thought a lot, and also thought that Zheng Xiong was not so peaceful and would spend money when he had money, but he didn't expect that it would happen so quickly, and all the hard work would be wasted.
"No, please pass on my decree and get the money back as soon as possible."
Mao Xiang did not move quickly this time, but lowered his head and said.
"The Medical Marquis announced in public that His Highness the Crown Prince seems to be involved this time, and it is in compliance with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's order."
Got it, no wonder Mao Xiang couldn't move. There was nothing Lao Zhu could do about this situation.
Hao Daer is involved, so withdrawing it will undoubtedly damage Zhu Biao's authority. Will he do this? The answer is no. Even if I can pass this test in my heart, Queen Ma will not be able to pass it!
After hitting the snake seven inches, Zheng Xiong pulled Zhu Biao's tiger skin, and the effect was particularly good.
No, Lao Zhu didn't say anything while opening and closing his mouth.
Only the blank face showed Lao Zhu's mood at the moment.
It took a long time before Lao Zhu returned to Shinto.
"Do you have any data? How much have you earned in the past few days?"
"The Medical Marquis is on the 16th floor. No news has come out about our people yet, but based on statistics from the past few days and today's summary, it should exceed one million."
Hearing this, Lao Zhu's eyes seemed to light up.
"Hurry up and convey my will. No matter how much money is left, get it all back. Go and get it back as quickly as possible."
"According to the order."
Mao Xiang hurriedly hurried out of the palace gate, but he still couldn't catch up.
The news came from his subordinates that Mao Xiang was also a Muggle.
This news, one after another, is breaking Lao Zhu’s heart!
It's really terrible to be caught in the middle.
Well, the money is gone and there is no need to leave the palace. Let’s go back and recover!
Mao Xiang returned in a hurry. Lao Zhu already had a bad premonition in his heart and asked with a frown.
"What's going on? Why did you come back so quickly?"
"Your Majesty, there is a new announcement from the Medical Marquis. It is said that according to the order of the prince, the additional taxes will be sent to the Ministry of Household Affairs in advance. This year's taxes will be paid by the government and will be exempted from taxes."
"Three hundred and thirty thousand yuan has been taken to the Ministry of Household Affairs."
"In addition, there is another hundred thousand yuan as Yingtian Mansion's year-end bonus this year. It is already being calculated and is waiting to be distributed."
(End of chapter)
