But no matter who it is, when they leave Baiyunguan and see the huge Beijing temples on both sides outside the city, they will tremble with fear.
After seeing the two temples in Beijing, the middle-aged man had already unanimously agreed with his family members and decided to conduct business in accordance with the summer laws.
None of them are fools. The people the Sheriff dealt with are all unruly and have no achievements. In addition, the commercial tax is very low now. If we don’t rely on the Sheriff, could we rely on rich gentry families?
The middle-aged man can guarantee that anyone who dares to go against the county governor will never end up much better. Wei Yangjun is an example.
In fact, this is no wonder for him. The Xia Kingdom has never paid much attention to business, and the trade tax is extremely high. Because of this lack of attention, the business tax of each county has been messy and the charges are not uniform.
It also led to smuggling and bribery of city gate officials, which became rampant.
Every time Yang Qian is at home, he doesn't just eat and have nothing to do. He enjoys life. While his memory is good, he keeps writing down all the knowledge from his previous life in simplified Chinese characters.
The commercial tax alone was stipulated in detail and was collected according to scholars, farmers, industry and commerce. Don't think that if you are a scholar-bureaucrat, you don't have to pay tax. In addition to the annual salary given by the court, you don't have to pay tax. All other income needs to be taxed.
For example, in Qianshou, you only need 10% of the food grown in your own fields in a year, and if you are a sharecropper, you only need 5%.
Craftsmen pay a tax of 10% to 15% based on their annual income.
Depending on the size of the store, the store pays 5% to 15% of its net income per year.
The bulk of Yang Gan's internal decision is on commercial taxes. The caravans pay taxes once a quarter according to whether they are foreign or local. If they are local, they pay taxes according to different amounts of pure profits.
For example, if the net profit is less than 10,000 gold, you only need to pay 20%, if the net profit is less than 50,000 gold, you need to pay 25%, and if the net profit is less than 100,000 gold, you need to pay 30%.
If it is a foreign caravan, the tax paid by the local caravan will be added to 5%, which is regarded as local protectionism.
From a modern perspective, this tax is ridiculously high, but in Xia, a country where the average commercial tax is 60% to 75%, the tax specified by Yang Gan is quite low.
In this era, as long as there are those who can go out to do business, the profits will be extremely high, definitely beyond the imagination of modern people.
In big cities, if you want to buy something, the price is actually very transparent in a circle. But in ancient times, firstly, the price was not transparent, and secondly, it was difficult to travel a long distance without adding more than ten or dozens of times to sell it. Called merchant.
Yang Qian also has his own considerations. He can feed the caravans, aristocratic families, and wealthy gentry, but he must not overeat. Once he is full, he will do something that no one wants to see, such as funding a certain person or organization. , rebellion and the like.
Or control the market of a certain product. Sorry, this is not a free economy. This is Yuntong County, and Yang Gan has the final say.
Of course, it can be modified according to the market situation in the future. If the Xia Kingdom can really be turned into a wealthy dynasty like the Tang and Song Dynasties, it will not hurt to reduce business taxes and give some freedom.
But now, it is really not possible, and the number of caravans must be strictly specified. In the head of Guizhou, the tenant farmers have money and can start a small business, but if they want to set up a caravan, I'm sorry, the county governor does not approve it.
Because, if everyone goes to do business, then who the hell will farm? Whenever he thinks of the terrifying scene of food shortage, Yang Gan will feel shuddering.
Because of taxation, Yang Qian also specially designated an inspection system. As the saying goes, money moves people's hearts, as long as someone reports tax evasion,
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, then a team will be set up to review the accounts.
If the situation is true, the whistleblower can get the money proportional to the tax evasion of the person being reported. If it is a false accusation, then he will also have to compensate the person for a sum of money, which is fair.
Of course, Yang Qian felt that he had made it very strict, but the face of the entire Yuntong County was changing unknowingly.
Some shops were opened quietly, and groups of caravans actually braved the cold snow to enter and leave the gate of Yuntong City.
In addition, these foreign caravans were surprised to find that there were actually soldiers stationed scattered along the official road dozens of miles outside Yuntong City.
After questioning, I learned that these people were sent by the county governor to protect Guizhou and the caravan, fearing that they would encounter any danger or difficulty.
This kind of behavior gave the cold winter a sense of warmth, and also allowed many caravans to pay their taxes readily after completing their transactions in Yuntong City.
A slightly damaged and desolate city gate.
A young and handsome general rode a war horse and walked slowly towards the city gate with a carriage behind him.
According to the rules, ordinary people must dismount at the city gate, but scholar-bureaucrats, soldiers who have joined the army and have reached a certain level do not need to dismount. Ran Jing slightly moved his helmet down, covering most of his face.
This is the place where he was born and raised. To put it bluntly, he all knows the crooked melons and jujubes at the gate of the city. Many of them grew up wearing crotchless pants together.
After seeing the voucher, a group of city guards did not dare to ask. Just by looking at the general's armor, they knew he was a high-ranking general and immediately let him go.
It originally only took more than half a day to get home, but unfortunately a carriage was dragged, and the speed immediately dropped a lot. The official road from Yuntong County to Wufeng County had long been in disrepair and looked a bit dilapidated. It took Ran Jing an extra day. The time just arrived.
After Ran Jing left, several soldiers began to discuss.
"This is my first time seeing such a big general."
"I was drafted into the army more than half a year ago and now I'm back home. Is it possible that this person is from our Wufeng County?"
"It's a pity that the helmet is too tight, otherwise I would definitely recognize him. I don't know whose boy is so lucky."
At this time, the leader holding a wine bottle came over and said with a smile, "Good luck? Why don't you go to the grassland? You will have to fight for your life to get back."
Seeing the leader coming, everyone immediately stopped talking nonsense, but there were still a few soldiers guarding the city who stared at Ran Jing's back with surprise, always feeling that they looked familiar.
Ran Jing comes from a good family. His mother is an embroiderer and his father is a dyer. The family also has its own brand. As long as caravans come and go, their silks will always be sold out.
The mansion he lives in is not much smaller than Yang Qian's, and the location is good. It is behind the store, which is the location of the central business district of the county.
But Ran Jing didn't speed up at all. Instead, he wandered around the city. Maybe he was hungry, so he took out the meat with body temperature from his arms and ate some to satisfy his hunger.
He has his own concerns. He must wait until it is completely dark before he can go home quietly. He must not let others see him. Once his matter is publicized, even if the master wants to protect himself, he will definitely pay a high price.
It didn't take long for the sun to set. In winter, it goes down earlier than later.
After looking around and seeing no one, Ran Jing dismounted and secretly led the horse to the backyard. There was usually no one here, and he had the key to the backyard.
After quietly opening the lock, Ran Jing acted like a thief
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When I walked in, I saw that the family was big and prosperous, but there were only three members of the family, and the rest were all embroiderers.
My father had been in the army before, so he had his own stable at home. After tying the horse, Ran Jing dragged the carriage, step by step, to the door of the house, before he could do anything.
An embroiderer walked out of the house. Just when she turned around, she saw a young man wearing armor. She was so frightened that she screamed immediately.
After being tempered by blood and fire, Ran Jing already had extraordinary skills. He immediately covered Xiu Niang and held her tightly in his arms.
Poor embroiderer, who had never seen such a battle before, her eyes widened with fright, and tears flowed down in a flash.
Ran Jing whispered in her ear, "Nuan Nuan, have you forgotten me so soon?"
Xiu Niang, whose name was Nuan Nuan, seemed to hear the sound of nature, struggled to turn around, and said with a look of disbelief, "You, are you the little girl?"
Ran Jing showed a sly expression, "Yes, I'm back."
Nuan Nuan immediately ran towards the house, but was caught by Ran Jing, with his fingers raised to his lips, "Shh~~~ You go and rest, I want to see my parents."
"Oh, okay, but after you leave, the second elder's temper is a bit bad, so be prepared."
"Go ahead, little girl."
After sending Nuannuan away, Ran Jing straightened his clothes and opened the door.
"Nuan Nuan, go and hang out the newly dyed silk. It will be dry tomorrow, alas~~~!"
"Alas~~~!"
A warning and a sigh came from the inner hall.
Ran Jing's eyes instantly turned red. No matter how injured she was on the battlefield, she did not say a word, but these two sighs seemed to be piercing her chest.
Guilt, grievance, etc., many emotions rushed into his heart, and he rushed in crazily.
The three people looked at each other and were all stunned.
"Daddy, mom~~~~!" Ran Jing covered her mouth, tears falling continuously from her face.
If we had known that my father was only in his early forties and my mother was not even forty, their hair was actually stained with silver frost at this moment, and my father's face was covered with wrinkles accumulated from sorrow.
My mother's originally smooth face also had an indescribable sadness.
"Plop~~~!"
Ran Jing took off his helmet and suddenly knelt down. "Dong dong dong~~~~!" He kowtowed several times.
"I'm back....."
"Mingyue?"
The two elders suddenly realized and ran over immediately, and the three of them hugged each other tightly. They only had one daughter, how could they not love her?
Whenever he thought of his daughter being under the iron heel of the Huns, my father felt uneasy. He was afraid that something might happen to his daughter, but he couldn't go to the military camp to visit him, for fear that he would be exposed and beheaded.
After the three of them cried a lot, they began to sit on the table and tell each other how they missed each other. The family of three was enjoying themselves happily. Ran's mother was happy but couldn't help but cry secretly.
"Mingyue, what you mean is that you have achieved great success in the army and now you are in the position of a valiant guerrilla general. It's really incredible."
Dad, the real Ran Jing, looked melancholy. You must know that none of his direct superiors had reached this level.
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