There seems to be a new group of young people in the capital. This group of young people highly admires Zhu Jun's approach to conscience and the unity of knowledge and action.
Not only that, they advocate saying less, doing more, and verifying their ideas with practice.
They call themselves the "Gewu Sect", also known as "Xin Xue".
This group of people is despised and not accepted by the mainstream of the literary world, but they are developing at an unimaginable speed.
Today, Wang Shouyang's words seemed to confirm one thing.
Zhu Jun's thoughts can really influence many people.
All along, what Zhu Jun said, what he did, and what the results were, these are all traceable.
Although that kid was itchy, he really didn't brag.
Everything you said can come true.
The thought of self-doubt once again arose in his heart. Although he suppressed it again, Zhu Yu's words echoed in his ears again.
"Evil sons, they are all evil sons, messing up our minds!" Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, returned to the imperial study, and began to hesitate again, "That bastard has been in Weihaiwei for so long, and he doesn't know how to take the initiative to write to us. Xin, are you so angry with us?
Is this going too far if we do this?
Others, including vassals, received various rewards. He had made so many contributions, but nothing like what he had done before. Even Wangzhuang was not given to him. "
However, Zhu Yuanzhang didn't want to bow to Zhu Jun, so he thought of an idea.
He hurriedly called Hong Yi, Shangshu of the Ministry of Finance, over.
Hong Yi is Xie Si's successor. This person has average talents, but he is better than a person who is reliable and honest.
"I am here to see you, Your Majesty!" Hong Yi hurriedly paid homage.
"Get up, let me ask you, is there a field near Weihaiwei?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.
Hong Yi was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded, "Yes, but you need to read the booklet to find out how many there are."
"Our sixth son's legitimate son has been born, and we, the grandfathers, have to express our gratitude." Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Let's raise 100,000 acres to farm it!"
One hundred thousand acres of farmland, that is, one thousand hectares, is not much, but what he wants is farmland.
The fields are divided into upper, middle and lower fields, and the upper fields are naturally the best and most fertile.
Hong Yi said: "Your Majesty, is it too much?"
It would indeed be a lot to reward his direct grandson with 100,000 acres of farmland, but Hong Yi did not expect the deeper meaning behind Lao Zhu's reward.
"Is it a lot?" Zhu Yuanzhang frowned, "Just make it up to 100,000 acres. If Weihaiwei can't make it up, we'll make it up from other places."
Just like Zhu Zhao, when he became a vassal, he rewarded 400,000 acres of fertile land. This fertile land might not be available in one place, so he distributed it to various state capitals and let them share it equally.
"Your Majesty, one hundred thousand acres of farmland, if used for planting..."
"Go if you are told, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Zhu Yuanzhang was a little angry, "We have to give these 100,000 acres to the other children of Lao Liu. One share per child is only 10,000 acres more. Are these a lot of fields? "
Hong Yi finally came to his senses at this moment. Zhu Jun seemed to have not given the reward to the vassal, "Your Majesty, but King Weihai has not yet given the reward to the vassal. If the reward from King Weihai is added, then... "
Zhu Yuanzhang laughed angrily when he saw that Hong Yi refused to open any pot, "We have our own conclusions, just do what we say!"
If you can't handle it well, don't be the Minister of the Ministry of Finance! "
Hong Yi trembled all over and said with a grimace, this matter is not easy to handle. One hundred thousand acres of farmland, and the distribution of the land is all about cutting the meat.
But when the emperor got angry, he could only do as he was told.
After Hong Yi left, Zhu Yuanzhang realized that he was so angry that his mouth was blistered due to anger.
"There is no one who can make us worry less." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed.
At this time, Zhu Jun still didn't know what was happening in the capital. In the past few days, he was almost annoyed to death by the county magistrate of Weihaiwei.
This old boy comes to this place early every morning for a very simple reason, just to beg him to take back his life.
No, it’s here again this morning, “I’m here to see His Highness the King of Weihai!”
The magistrate of Wendeng County was named Zhou Wenhui, and he was quite honest. When he decided to take over the vassal state, he had people investigate him thoroughly, but nothing was found.
"Didn't I already explain to you that this exemption from agricultural taxes will naturally be reported to the court. You don't have to worry about next year's grain tax. I will naturally find ways to deal with next year's grain tax from other aspects!" Zhu Jun said.
Zhou Wenhui was about to cry, "Your Highness, please stop making fun of me. You have the final say on the taxes of the vassal, and you don't have to pay taxes to the court."
If it was just a tax reduction, he would definitely cooperate. After all, the vassal king was in the vassal territory, and he was the local emperor, who could speak better than the emperor.
As a county magistrate, he must be obedient if he wants to be happy.
But Zhu Jun was lucky and directly exempted all agricultural taxes.
This is a big deal.
Tax reduction is tax reduction, and tax exemption is tax exemption. The two cannot be compared. Once word spreads, he will be in big trouble.
"The grain tax in Wendeng County is less than 30,000 taels of silver. Even if it is converted into currency in Xia County, it is only more than 10,000 taels of silver. This over 10,000 taels of silver, if I slip a little from between my fingers, it will be enough." Zhu Jun said helplessly. .
Daye is divided into counties, not based on the number of people, but on taxes.
Those who pay less than 100,000 shi are called upper counties, those who pay less than 60,000 shi are called middle counties, and those who pay less than 30,000 shi are called lower counties.
A small county like Wendeng County, with a grain payment of less than 30,000 shi, is naturally a lower county.
Zhu Jun can just pay taxes when the time comes. If the vassal king pays taxes, people will laugh to death if he says so.
But this is what Zhu Jun really thinks.
Just like the properties in his name are all subject to commercial taxes.
If you can pay 30,000 to 50,000 taels of silver a year, one year is worth two years of grain tax.
Food and money cannot be conjured out of thin air, and someone must bear them.
For him, it is too luxurious to support his family in one place.
If it were just money, the money in his hand would be enough for him to live extravagantly for ten lifetimes.
Zhou Wenhui smiled bitterly and said: "That belongs to His Highness, I don't dare to..."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. This year's grain tax has been paid anyway. I will naturally cash in the money next year. You don't have to worry about me going back on my word.
I believe you also know what I am like as a person, and I can tell you exactly what I am.
If you want to move up the ranks, implement my policies seriously, and I can guarantee your promotion within two years.
If you want to be an idle Bailihou here, then just shut up.
As long as you don't be greedy and don't bully the people, I can tolerate you! "
Zhou Wenhui shrank in fear. He was over fifty this year. It could be said that he had missed the best age for promotion.
His idea is to serve as a county magistrate until death, so that he can be prosperous when he returns to his hometown in the future.
But in front of Zhu Jun, he didn't dare to say that, "I will do whatever your Highness orders you to do!"
Although he knew that this old boy meant something different, Zhu Jun smiled and said, "There is really something for you to do right now!"
