"What do you think?"
Zhu Yunxi turned around and stared calmly at Xia Yuanji, who was standing in front of him looking worried and entangled.
As he said, allocating people to acres is, in the final analysis, just transferring the taxes collected by the court from the heads of the people to the acres.
Even those families who hold large tracts of fertile land did not have to pay taxes in the past. They only had to pay more taxes when they were divided into acres. There would be no resistance under the suppression of Tang Li and his army.
But the unity of officials and gentry is different.
On the basis of apportioning a small family into an acre, this policy was further extended to court officials and those gentry families whose families had taken the imperial examination.
In the past, these officials and gentry did not have to pay taxes.
Now that the officials and gentry are integrated, they also need to pay taxes according to the acres of land.
This is real change.
The fields are there, who owns them and who doesn’t, and the government and the court have files on them.
They can no longer hide or hide their property, and must pay the same amount of taxes as the common people.
This aroused the resentment of the surviving officials and gentry in Zhejiang Province, but they probably did not dare to speak due to the experiences of their former colleagues and friends.
But Ying Tiancheng and dozens of other Daoists in the Ming Dynasty were afraid, fearful and worried.
And Xia Yuanji was also a member of this group of officials and gentry.
Xia Yuanji's heart skipped a beat. He knew very well that he was a member of the official gentry group. He knew even more clearly that the integration of officials and gentry into their own households, although now only implemented in Zhejiang Province, would one day be implemented throughout the Ming Dynasty.
"I believe that when it comes to suffering, it is all sentient beings, the common people in the world."
Xia Yuanji replied cautiously.
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said: "You are very good. Take care of the affairs of Zhejiang Road and leave the rest to me."
Neither of them spoke openly, but they looked at each other in unison.
Xia Yuanji said that the common people suffered the most. This was a statement that even if his family began to share the same family as the officials and gentry, their life was better than that of the common people, so there was no reason to oppose this matter.
Zhu Yunxi said it more simply and clearly.
After Xia Yuanji has taken care of this matter, he no longer has to worry about his official career in the future.
Xia Yuanji sighed: "The principle in this world is the people's support and the country's will."
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said: "That's the truth."
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"There is no justice!"
Liu Sanwu, whose face turned as red as a statue of Guan Gong, blew his beard and glared, and smashed the blue and white lamp in his hand, which had been used as a toy for more than ten years, to pieces.
With another wave of his long arm, he swept a blue and white porcelain pot of good fortune and longevity on the table of the Eight Immortals of Huali to the ground, keeping company with the broken blue and white lamp.
Zhao Mian, the Minister of Revenue, who was sitting at the bottom of the table, took a sip of the tea cup in his hand.
New tea has been picked since last year, and the tea tips baked by the queen who left the pavilion are swirling in the tea cup, exuding a fragrance as delicate as milk putty.
It's just that the Master of the Ministry of Finance has no intention to taste this rare tea at the moment.
Just by drinking tea, he suppressed the anger in his heart.
Liu Sanwu looked over and snorted coldly: "Do you still want to drink tea? In a few days, we will all share the land and pay for the food together. The decency of the officials and gentry of the country and the world's students will be gone. By that time You don’t even have to drink ordinary new tea!”
Zhao Mian smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, Liu Sheren, as long as I have a sip of tea, I will have your share of tea."
Liu Sanwu waved his sleeves and tilted his head.
He felt that people like Zhao Mian who only talked about interests and did not talk about the dignity of scholars would not be able to achieve long-term or far-reaching achievements in learning.
It took only half a moment for Liu Sanwu to see Zhao Mian speak.
He had no choice but to turn his head again and said in a deep voice: "You know everything about Zhejiang Road, right? Half of Zhejiang Road was killed, thousands of officials and gentry were implicated, tens of thousands of families were implicated and executed, and tens of thousands of people were sent to the Qin Dynasty. Fan."
Zhao Mian raised his eyebrows: "You want the censor and Yan Guan to talk about this?"
Liu Sanwu nodded in a muffled voice: "Now I can see that the Qin and Fan imperial missions to provide disaster relief are fake, but they are just covering up."
Zhao Mian chuckled: "Qin Fan has been guarding the border for many years, and he doesn't know how to provide disaster relief. It's just to bear the reputation."
"Your Majesty's thoughts... After all these years, I have already seen clearly that he is not standing with us." Liu Sanwu's face was a little lonely, and the most glorious era of scholars in the former Song Dynasty seemed to appear in front of him, faintly He sighed: "Without Your Majesty's nod, young people would not dare to do this. Therefore, we can only start with half of Zhejiang Road turning into a river of blood. Your Majesty, you can't let those rural people come to guard the world..." "
Zhao Mian nodded, the Zhejiang Road matter must stop.
This was not what the two people present were thinking.
This is the thought of countless officials and gentry throughout the Ming Dynasty who cannot come here.
"Now we can see that as long as everything goes well in Zhejiang Road, the imperial court will probably fully implement it, and everyone will be included in it." Zhao Mian finally revealed the worry and uneasiness in his heart at this time.
Liu Sanwu said: "Bring the emperor's grandson back from Zhejiang Road. As long as he is gone, it will be difficult for the Qin vassal to continue. Tang Li will not be able to interfere in government affairs. Only Xia Weizhe of your household department is left. Even if he is alone, he will be unable to support himself and will suffer local backlash." The pressure cannot continue to be implemented. As long as Zhejiang Road cannot accomplish this, His Majesty will have no excuse to continue to implement it."
"Then there will be some trouble." Zhao Mian frowned: "But if there is trouble, depending on His Majesty's temperament..."
The emperor killed people more ferociously than the emperor's grandson, and left no room for discussion.
Liu Sanwu slammed the table.
People are very worried about how long the pear blossom table can last.
Liu Sanwu's face was already full of anger.
"This is decency, the decency of thousands of scholars in the world!"
"We have never said anything about His Majesty's administration over the years, but now he wants to put us scholars and the rest of the world on the same chair."
"Sage disciples, why are you like this?"
Zhao Mian responded, which was regarded as approval.
It is their consensus that the nobles receive preferential treatment and the world supports the nobles and clan.
Liu Sanwu continued in a low voice: "No matter what kind of government decree is being implemented in Zhejiang this time, even if half of the officialdom of Zhejiang Province is destroyed, it is still appalling. With this time, there will be no next time."
Liu Sanwu was extremely anxious in his heart, and said deeply: "Your Majesty has killed many people over the years, and now the emperor's grandson is also killing people. When will this end, and when will the world be at peace?"
"If we can kill half of Zhejiang Road today, will we have to clear out half of the court tomorrow?"
Finally, this old man from Zhongshu She expressed another worry in his heart.
Unrestricted use of royal power.
Zhao Mian couldn't help but turn his head and look outside.
There was silence, which made him feel a little calmer.
Limiting the emperor's arbitrary and unfettered use of authority was an unspoken rule that they, or most of the officials in the court, unanimously agreed upon, never said it out loud, never discussed it, but silently implemented it together.
Zhao Mian couldn't help but panic.
Drink all the tea in one go.
After taking a long breath, he lowered his voice and said: "This is not a one-day plan, nor can it be accomplished in one generation. We can only be the pioneers and wait quietly."
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