Guo Jie woke up faintly, touched the bridge of his nose, and suddenly let out a scream.
The unbearable memories came flooding back.
At the Chrysanthemum Banquet, the yamen officer took action and received a punch on the bridge of his nose. When he squatted down, a foot was imprinted on his face, and then he ended up here.
Guo Jie felt that his face was severely swollen and painful, and his lip seemed to be broken. He sat up and looked at the familiar prison, and shouted angrily: "Come on, let me out!"
A black shadow walked over with heavy footsteps, and the shadow was reflected outside the prison. A cold voice came out: "This is an important place in the prison cell, no noise!"
"It's you!"
Guo Jie heard the voice. It was the officer who beat him: "Officials break into people's houses without any reason and beat people. It is also a serious crime. I want to sue you!"
Yao Zhen opened the cell door, walked in, punched twice, turned around and closed the cell door, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his fists, looked up at the dusk, and sighed: "Is it time to be clean now? "
Guo Jie was lying on the ground, his body twitching slightly...
As soon as Gu Zhengchen and others returned to the county government office, they saw the postman who delivered the documents. Zhao Qian, who was in charge of the delivery room, quickly stepped forward to receive the documents. After collecting a few copper coins, the postmaster delivered the documents and received the receipt documents. gone back.
Zhao Qian took the document bag, squeezed it, frowned, and handed it to Gu Zhengchen: "Your Majesty, there seem to be two documents here."
When the imperial court delivers documents, it usually only sends one copy. Zhao Qian still knows this common sense.
Gu Zhengchen took it, glanced at Zhang Pei, smiled and was about to leave, but was stopped by a shout of "Amitabha".
Ruqi, the elder of Tianjie Temple, and Zhizai, the abbot of Chongming Temple, both came.
Gu Zhengchen handed the document bag to Zhang Pei and walked towards Ruqi and Zhizai. Seeing their rosy faces, he said with a smile: "There is no sunset today. Your faces are so rosy. I guess something good is coming."
Ruqi pinched the Buddhist beads and her smile almost covered her eyes: "Gu County Lord is kind to Buddhism. If you ask for anything in the future, Buddhism will definitely repay you."
Gu Zhengchen raised his brows: "It seems that you have gained a lot, and there is no need to repay anything. You sent two thousand guan to the palace, and the remaining 3,000 guan was sent to the county government. It can be regarded as a clear cause and effect."
Ruqi looked at Zhizai, who waved, and several monks came over carrying two boxes and put them on the ground.
"Previously, the county magistrate took away one hundred guan from Chongming Temple and gave it as a gift to the Buddhist sect. Here is one thousand guan, which can be regarded as two clear coins."
Ruqi has kind eyebrows and kind eyes.
Gu Zhengchen squinted at Ruqi and tilted his head slightly to the left: "What does Elder Ruqi mean? Does the three thousand in Buddhism mean one thousand?"
Ruqi shook her head slightly and chanted: "Amitabha, county lord, it is not my Buddhist sect who is untrustworthy, but the news from Tianjie Temple, two thousand guan of money was sent to the palace in advance, and then the East Palace sent people to take away another two thousand Guan, there are only one thousand Guan that can be paid to Gu Xianzun."
"What?!"
Gu Zhengchen was extremely depressed. He turned around and walked towards Zhang Pei, tore open the document and opened Zhu Biao's document. After reading it, he looked up to the sky and greeted Zhu Wusi and Zhu Chuyi in his heart.
Look at the grandsons, sons, and great-grandsons you have given birth to. Why are you so cruel, trapping you with five thousand guan, and walking away with 4,000 guan empty-handed? Is there any Ming law in this?
It’s too painful. It’s useless to talk to anyone about this matter. If you find Zhu Chongba, you will probably beat yourself to death. If you find Zhu Dalang, he won’t keep his words...
"My lord, what happened?"
Luo Shao, Tao Zhen, Zhao Qian and others looked at Gu Zhengchen, who had a ferocious face and constantly changing claws and fists, and asked with concern.
Gu Zhengchen looked at everyone, put away the documents, and shouted through gritted teeth: "What are you doing standing still? Do you still need my order to move things? Old monk, go back to your Tianjie Temple, and don't bother me if you have nothing to do!"
Ruqi didn't feel dissatisfied, she turned around and left with a Buddhist smile on her face.
Luo Shao, Zhao Qian and others stepped forward to help and moved the boxes to the second hall. Gu Zhengchen looked at the two big boxes and became even more depressed. He pointed at Luo Shao and said: "The points are clear. Open another account book. One less article will not match it." Account, in the future, the owner of the house will no longer need to adopt Lian Yin."
"County Lord, what is this?"
Luo Shao and others were shocked. When they opened it, they saw that they were all copper coins. Strings had been strung together, some were long and some were short, stacked neatly.
Gu Zhengchen waved his hand as he felt the missing two thousand dollars: "Take it away and put it in the account. From here on, the money to support each month will be paid out. Also, after you finish it, go back and get together with your family. After tomorrow, you will have a non-stop bath." Things must not leave the county government."
"Take orders."
Luo Shao led the householders to count carefully, and after confirming the full amount of one thousand guan, he sent it to the county treasury for sealing and recorded it in the account books.
Night is coming.
Luo Shao and Zhao Qian left the county office and walked together on the street.
Zhao Qian glanced at Luo Shao, who was deep in thought, and asked, "Are you wondering what tricks the county magistrate used to make the Buddhists willingly give away a thousand coins?"
Luo Shao frowned and pulled his sleeves: "Brother Zhao, you saw it too. The county magistrate seems to be very dissatisfied with the Buddhist gift of a thousand coins."
Zhao Qian faced the cool wind and said with a smile: "There must be too few Buddhists, otherwise the county magistrate wouldn't be angry."
Luo Shao looked up at the night sky, thought for a moment, and said doubtfully: "The county magistrate suffered a loss, but he was just angry and did not seek retribution. This is strange, and it shows..."
"The document that the county magistrate read explained the reason, and the county magistrate had to accept it."
Zhao Qian's expression became solemn.
Luo Shao clenched his fist: "You are the person who is responsible for the housing. When signing the documents, you should clearly see where the documents are sent."
Zhao Qian took a deep breath: "Jinling, Hubu."
"Tobe?"
Luo Shao was surprised.
Zhao Qian looked at Luo Shao and swallowed: "So, there is someone from the Ministry of Revenue standing behind the county magistrate?"
Luo Shao thought for a while, there was only one possibility.
Zhao Qian was still a little confused: "But when the Ministry of Household Affairs issues documents, why do they need to issue two copies?"
Luo Shao couldn't understand, so he had to say: "At least it proves that our county magistrate is not simple. We have reached the intersection, let's go home, and work hard as our officials tomorrow morning."
Zhao Qian handed over his hands and parted with Luo Shao at the intersection.
The second hall of the county government.
Gu Zhengchen looked at Zhu Dalang's documents with lingering fear.
Lao Zhu wholeheartedly disagreed with the pilot program of raising integrity banks. He only focused on calculating large accounts. According to rough calculations, all prefectures and counties in the world would consume one-third of the annual tax revenue if they implemented the program of raising integrity banks!
At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this algorithm. There are so many officials in various prefectures and counties, and it does cost a lot of money to take good care of them.
But the problem is that economic accounts are not accounting accounts. They only look at simple increases and decreases in numbers.
It is true that the large-scale promotion of Lian Lian Yin will inevitably eat up huge financial resources, but the hidden benefits brought by it have been ignored. Zhu Yuanzhang did not see the potential cannibalism, and did not see that the people under the excessive financial cuts could only live. It is becoming more and more miserable, and the ensuing land annexation and increase in tenant farmers have not seen the decline in the resistance of the general public to natural and man-made disasters, the consequent disaster relief costs, and the lifelessness of the entire social environment. Even Consumption is done cautiously.
Lao Zhu was born in a peasant family and did not receive nine years of education. He entered "society" too early. He still followed the underworld, rebelled against the imperial court, fought and killed, grabbed territory, and became bigger and stronger. Although he followed a group of civil servants and counselors He has learned a lot of words and can read, but he doesn't understand economics.
Lao Zhu's financial outlook is roughly similar to cutting leeks. Cut two crops a year, and the amount will be right.
Thirty million stones is a lot.
Don’t increase the number in the future. This is enough. Too many will disturb the people. Of course, it can’t be reduced in the future, just collect it for me and keep it close to this amount every year.
An emperor who even wants to consolidate his finances, do you expect him to understand economics?
Gu Zhengchen sighed secretly, Lao Zhu was a stubborn person, and it was not easy to convince him. This time he acquiesced to the Jurong County government to implement the Lianlian Bank, probably because of Empress Ma and Zhu Biao's intercession, and because of the four thousand dollars. On the face of.
But this acquiescence has a time limit.
You are not allowed to use the county bank by yourself, and you are not allowed to ask the gentry or common people for it. To put it bluntly, if you want to try to build a clean bank, you must find ways to make money and use the money earned to fill the holes in the bank.
The thousand guan of money sent by Buddhism can probably support the county government to support Lian Yinfa for about three months. In other words, after three months, the thousand strings have been spent and I have not made any money. The matter of raising Lian Yin is over and should not be mentioned again.
Gu Zhengchen rubbed his eyebrows and wanted to ask Lao Zhu:
If there is no money to support one's integrity on the surface, how much "money to support one's family" will there be secretly?
It's just that I can't say this. Lao Zhu heard it. He couldn't say that the biggest case in Hongwu would happen this year. It might be called "Corruption Case of Subordinate Officials", "Corruption Case of Villain" and so on...
Although the process was a bit thrilling, fortunately, Zhu Dalang got the job done, and he was not afraid of anyone torturing him under the guise of raising honest silver.
The documents from the Ministry of Revenue are even more troublesome.
This year’s autumn taxes in Jurong County will all be made of colored cotton.
The so-called discount refers to the tax and grain originally scheduled to be levied, but other physical goods or currencies are levied instead.
In other words, rice and wheat are the original material. As long as the payment is not food but other things, such as gold, silver, money, silk, medicinal materials, etc., it is called Zhese.
Partial discounting is very necessary. For example, there is no land or farmland in the mountains, but there are medicinal materials, and the medicinal materials can be used to discount tax grains.
But the range of colors is very frustrating.
For example, this time, the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development required Jurong County to collect cotton cloth for the autumn tax. This means that no matter how much rice your family collects, the county government will not collect it, only cotton cloth.
What, your family doesn’t grow cotton.
What are you still doing? Go to the city to buy cotton.
There isn't much cotton in the city, so why not go to other places and look, there is cotton in Zhenjiang, too. If it doesn't work, go to Yangzhou, Fengyang, or Huai'an. If not, ask someone to go to Shandong to buy it.
Don't tell us so much. The county government only wants cotton cloth. If you can't buy cotton, spin cotton thread, or weave cotton cloth, it's your own business, not the government's business.
This year's autumn tax requires only cotton cloth. Only when you have given enough cotton cloth will you be considered to have paid enough tax and grain. If the payment is not enough, that won't work. You kid still wants to evade taxes. Can't you resist paying?
Folded cotton!
Gu Zhengchen had a headache, this was a trap, who came up with the idea, what did Lao Zhu think, what did the people in the household department do for food, and issued such an order to destroy the family...
