Emperor Zhu wants to collect taxes.
The wealthy households below also directly took advantage of the loopholes and changed their own fields into lower fields with lower taxes, and registered the fields of ordinary farmers, self-cultivators, and small landowners as upper fields.
Not to mention the fact that local people are now officials, the officials are all the children of local wealthy families.
Even in the past when foreigners were officials, local officials like wealthy locals did not want to offend, and most of the time they even colluded with each other to make money together.
therefore.
Although the Ming Dynasty did collect a lot of tax revenue from the fields, those wealthy families did not dare to really offend Emperor Gangzhu, so they really got nothing.
But there are policies above and countermeasures below.
It's nothing more than passing the big blame onto the heads of ordinary people.
These homesteaders who have their own land are doing pretty well.
Those who have no land and can only work as sharecroppers are miserable.
The higher authorities have to collect taxes, and these landlords and scholar-bureaucrats don't want their income to decrease, so they can only raise the rent.
Now, these burdens fell on the sharecroppers again.
So much so that now in rural areas, there are voices of complaints everywhere.
"Actually, it doesn't matter after checking the fields. This year's grain payments are no longer at long or short prices. They are collected at a flat price. Calculated this way, it is still a good deal." someone said.
"Of course it's a good deal for your family. All your family's crops are cultivated in the fields. Now that there is no long-term price collection, you have paid less than half of the field tax. You can save more than ten shi of rice every year. I'm afraid it won't be long. Sent."
"What kind of harvest can be made from this? The real harvest is in the homes of the few soldiers in the village. They are all good paddy fields allocated by Changzhou Prefecture. I heard that after ten years, there will be dozens of acres outside the customs." "
Speaking of which.
Everyone sighed again.
What bad luck!
When the imperial court mobilized troops, many people hid for fear of being recruited.
As a result, recruitment depends on conditions.
The older ones don’t want it.
Not too thin.
Not too high.
Not even those who are too short.
Those who know know that it is recruiting troops.
Those who didn’t know better thought they were recruiting Mr. Rabbit.
But who knew at the beginning that being a top soldier would have so many benefits?
If we had known this earlier, everyone would have been overwhelmed.
Good now.
The Ming Dynasty did not recruit many troops.
To be a soldier.
You had to give a red envelope to a scholar from the local recruitment department to get in.
And whether you can become one after you get started is another question.
Or it would be a test for teenage babies, and if they do well, they can enter the military school - but these farmers themselves are illiterate, so how can their babies pass the test?
This road is also blocked.
Can't go up.
So for these farmers.
There is basically no way to get ahead.
Just when the big guys are complaining.
A man carrying a musket, wearing a red woolen military uniform with epaulettes removed from his shoulders, walking with a limp and a long scar on his face came over.
A quick glance.
The farmers present did not dare to speak.
"What are you talking about! If anyone is caught by me speaking ill of the imperial court, be careful of my ruthless guns!"
Zhang Baozai said loudly with a cold snort.
He joined the army from Zhanjiang, Guangdong during the Battle of Nanxiongzhou.
Injured during the Battle of Northeast China.
His right calf was crushed by a war horse and fractured.
After he recovered, he became a cripple.
However, he won the title of Lord due to his meritorious service.
Settled in Changzhou.
Received 130 acres of military land in Changzhou.
He is also a member of the Changzhou Government House of Council - elected with the votes of wounded soldiers who retired and settled in Changzhou. Even the prefect was polite when he went to Changzhou Government for meetings.
And the official position of a local police officer was also assigned.
Although my feet are lame.
But as a veteran who fought from Guangdong to Northeast China.
He came out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
How dare ordinary farmers dare to compete with him?
Being stared at by his eyes, she felt a little worried and her hands were trembling, fearing that this vicious man would open his hands and hit someone.
Right now.
A young scholar wearing red official uniform came over.
The scholar was a member of the local Li family, named Li Tong. He obtained the title of scholar and became the local township official - equivalent to the township chief.
The farmers were afraid of Cheung Bao Tsai, but not Li Tong.
After all, we are local.
So they all started shouting: "Li Xiucai, how can my farm be the upper farm? This is so unfair!"
"Yes, yes, Li Xiucai, please tell the superiors. It's not that we don't pay taxes, but the taxes are too much."
"We can't live any longer."
Li Xiucai had a smile on his face.
But I didn't think so in my heart.
If I change it for you idiots, you will offend a large number of officials in Changzhou Prefecture.
Who would do this stupid thing?
"Hey, why are your fields also in the fields?"
Zhang Baozai looked at one of them with a fierce look on his face and asked. He had dealt with a fight between this family and another family over water sources, but the family's land was high, so they had never fought.
In rural areas, disputes over water sources are common.
The farmer sighed repeatedly, and in the end he could only sigh: "Who says it's not the case? My home is all dry land, how can I go to the fields!"
"Show me your field certificate!"
Cheung Bao Tsai said.
"Damn it, these corrupt officials should be killed every one of them! If you dare to fool the emperor like this, I will never give you mercy!"
"Show me your field certificates. I can speak to you in Changzhou Mansion. If not, I will go to Zhongdu to complain to the emperor!"
Cheung Po Tsai shouted loudly.
Li Xiucai's face froze and he looked sideways at the foreign military attache.
No.
Cheung Po Tsai is not a military attaché now, but a civil servant!
And he is also a civil servant with a good background.
Local officials like Li Xiucai did not dare to offend.
Because he has the title of Lord, and many of his comrades are high officials in the army.
Those revolutionary comrades are still alive.
What's more, Emperor Zhu attaches great importance to the future of these officers who have retired due to injuries, and often issues rewards. There is also a reception desk in the Grand Marshal's Mansion dedicated to receiving petitions from "retired soldiers".
If you offend someone, they really dare to take things to the sky.
He hurriedly said: "Wait a minute, wait a minute! Everyone, how can you make money by farming within the customs? Why not join a collective farm outside the customs!"
"A couple has fifty acres of land, and they are exempted from land tax for three years. The government also pays travel expenses, seeds, food rations, and house building expenses!"
"Outside the Pass? It's bitter cold outside the Pass, who's going to go!"
"Yes, yes, we have to go outside the customs when we can't survive. We still have a few acres of land, and we haven't paid a share yet."
Everyone started shouting.
It really comes to the point where I have to leave my family and career and go abroad.
These farmers were unwilling again.
Because although it is now registered as Ueda.
But the long-term price was cancelled.
By paying taxes at the flat price, their burden is actually smaller than before by paying the long-term price.
But in this era, farmers always like old rules and methods.
This is the same attitude towards the rectification of land tax.
How many people are willing to leave their homes thousands of miles to go outside the customs?
(End of chapter)
