According to the law of Dazhi, merchants were not allowed to hoard large amounts of land. However, for the sake of people's livelihood, when the late emperor was in power, small merchants with an annual income of less than one hundred taels were allowed to purchase ten acres of land, while large merchants were completely prohibited from hoarding land.
Although there are legal restrictions, some people will still find ways to find other ways for themselves.
Just like Xie Xiuwen did before, he found someone from the Fang family to put his name on it. Even if the government found out that the shop was still under someone else's name, even if everyone knew that the shop belonged to the Xie family, the government could only Admit it belongs to the Fang family.
And those big merchants will naturally have more methods.
For example, you can let your servants buy land, or let your relatives buy land. There are always ways to deal with government inspections.
Emperor Jingwen frowned and thought deeply. He did not agree with focusing on agriculture and suppressing business, but he also did not like merchants to grow bigger.
The more money a merchant has, the more likely they will be attached to a certain force. Now his sons have grown up one after another. Although they have not yet set foot in the court, those relatives of the emperor have already begun to take action. .
In Emperor Jingwen's view, whether it was military power, political power in the court, or money and food in the world, it all had to be decided by him, a saint.
Now after listening to Xie Xiuwen's words, I have some other ideas.
Don't squeeze the big businessmen too hard, otherwise it will be easy to make them jump over the wall.
But we can’t just watch them grow bigger.
Let’s first investigate the hoarding of land, and then we’ll have to think of ways to scare chickens and scare monkeys.
Xie Xiuwen's mind was racing. Seeing what the Holy One meant, he was afraid that some big businessmen would be unlucky. He just didn't know which household would be targeted by the Holy One first. He just hoped that the Holy One would be kinder this time. Mo. Just make another bloodshed.
After the court meeting, Emperor Jingwen arranged for the censor to go to various places to check on matters related to property, commercial taxes, etc. Just after entering the twelfth lunar month, this unlucky family came out.
Not too far from the capital, a well-known businessman in Taiyuan Prefecture, who was said to have a huge fortune, was found to be hoarding land, and was also found to have colluded with the local government.
As soon as the zhezi was delivered to the emperor, Emperor Jingwen became furious!
He quickly sent his ministers to Taiyuan Prefecture to implement the plan. The merchant's house had been confiscated and imprisoned years ago. Fortunately, Emperor Jingwen was kind enough and did not issue an order to kill innocent people. In fact, only the two principals of the merchant's family were sentenced to death. , and his family members were exiled.
According to the news that Xie Xiuwen accidentally spied from the emperor, more than 400,000 taels of silver were copied. Not only that, but there were also many real estate shops, etc. This time, the national treasury was much richer.
On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Xie Xiuwen sent eight-treasure porridge to Wang Qin's bookstore as ordered, and played a game of chess with him before leaving.
When Xie Xiuwen came back when it was time to turn on the lamp, he found a carriage outside the door. The concierge said that it was the young master from Duke Dingguo's mansion who had come.
Wang Yanqing's legs were not fully healed yet, so he came out on crutches.
Xie Rongzhao lit the fireplace in the front hall and sent someone to get an extra charcoal basin, so that the room became warm.
"Sister Zhao, your fireplace is really well made. Mine is also made, but I always think it's not as beautiful as yours, and it doesn't seem to be as big as yours."
"It should be more or less the same. I just think it's good to be idle here, so I like to put a vase or something on it."
Wang Yanqing is purely the kind of chicken, duck and fish that are not delicious at home, but the pickles and dumplings from other people's restaurants are delicious.
Xie Rongzhao simply thought that Wang Yanqing was praising her for decorating the fireplace beautifully, and the two of them reached a strange consensus.
When Wang Yanqing saw Xie Xiuwen coming in, he quickly stood up and saluted.
"Sit down quickly. Are your legs feeling better now? But the weather is cold, so you'd better rest at home to avoid falling again."
"Yes, thank you uncle for your concern. My nephew's leg is much better now."
Wang Yanqing lived in Fuyuan Villa for a month, but he was as close to the Xie family as relatives, and he didn't treat himself as an outsider.
"Dad, you're back. Then I'll tell Aniang that it's time to serve the food. Aniang knew that Brother Yanqing was coming, so she even cooked his favorite beef brisket soup herself."
Beef is not easy to buy, but it is only for ordinary people.
For wealthy families, beef and mutton are almost indispensable.
Xie Xiuwen also heard that Wang Yanqing stayed so late because his wife was visiting.
In Fuyuan Villa dozens of miles away, Cheng Jingzhou took a bite of food and sighed again.
Xie Zhou, who was sitting opposite him, shook his head and said expressionlessly: "It's the thirty-eighth time, Sanlang, do you still want to eat?"
Cheng Jingzhou came back to his senses, and there was still a sense of grievance in his eyes: "Guobao has never sent anyone to bring me a letter since he was beaten away. I don't know if he has forgotten me."
In the past, Guabao would often ask the young man of the Song family to send messages.
Xie Ronlang said matter-of-factly: "Now that my father has a village in the suburbs of Beijing, there is no need for the village to deliver firewood so frequently. Now it is only delivered once a month, and my sister is now being escorted to school by my mother-in-law." As for the rules, I’m afraid I won’t be able to see Song Erlang.”
Cheng Jingzhou was still a little sad: "Then how did we meet before?"
Xie Rongen curled his lips and said: "Stupid! In the past, Sister Zhao loved to play, and my uncle and aunt were very loose in controlling her. Now that she has grown up, she naturally has to be restrained."
Xie Zhou also nodded repeatedly: "That's right, and Sanlang is also from a famous family. Aren't all the ladies under control very strict? Now that Sister Zhao has just started to learn the rules, I'm afraid she will be under strict control."
The more Cheng Jingzhou listened, the more he felt that the food in front of him no longer tasted good.
None of these people mentioned Wang Yanqing, it was clearly agreed upon!
The more Wang Yanqing is not mentioned, the more it proves that the kid's mind is not simple!
However, he is studying here right now, and it is useless no matter how anxious or angry he is. He is just waiting to return to the capital after the holidays and talk to Guobao again.
Xie Rongzhao didn't know that Cheng Jingzhou had thought so much. She accompanied her father to send Wang Yanqing to the carriage, and when she turned back to the yard, she yawned.
Xie Xiuwen gathered her cloak: "Are you sleepy?"
Xie Rongzhao's eyes were full of physiological tears because of yawning. Now they looked moist and even cuter.
"Dad, I'm still worrying about the new year gifts for Uncle Zhao, Uncle Heng and Brother Yanqing."
Xie Xiuwen smiled and pinched her face: "It doesn't matter, just watch and prepare. My parents will make extra preparations."
Xie Rongzhao knew it would be like this.
"Brother Yanqing's leg injury hasn't fully healed yet, and he can't go out to play during the Chinese New Year. I was wondering if I could make something fun so that he could be happy at home." (End of Chapter)
