Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 182 The Joy of the Autumn Harvest
As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival passed, the weather turned cooler. Although the sky was still full of scorching sun, the cold air was particularly pressing when the autumn rain fell.

During the day, it was hot and humid, but at night, the autumn rain suddenly came, and it began to drip.

Zhu Yiquan got up from the bed, looking at the luxurious county government, as if in a dream.

"Hmm--" the wife at the side groaned, noticing the awakening of the person next to the pillow, she rubbed her eyes involuntarily:

"Master, why did you get up so early today?"

"Autumn rain is here."

Zhu Yiquan shook his head, smiled wryly and said, "If you were in Xi'an, you would already be wearing jackets, but in Huguang, it's only slightly cold."

"Are you homesick too?"

The wife also lost sleepiness, looking at the drowsy sky outside the window, she couldn't help sighing: "People who are away from home are cheap, but you belong to the clan, so you can enjoy peace in peace."

Zhu Yiquan smiled, filled with emotion:

"The King of Hanyang is very important now. He will be crowned as King Yu, but he will be a prince. He will be independent from the Qin Dynasty and form a family of his own."

"However, we can be a county magistrate, and we have already taken advantage of it."

"Speaking of which, because of you, many relatives and friends have asked me for an excuse to seek an official position."

The wife frowned.

"What connections do I have? It's just that I belong to the same generation as King Hanyang."

Zhu Yiquan sneered and said, "I don't even have any fame, trying to be an official? It's a joke."

The two were talking and laughing, and the servant girl came in to help them change their clothes.

Afterwards, after breakfast, Zhu Yiquan said slowly: "Today I have to inspect the place, and I won't be at home for lunch."

"My concubine understands."

Immediately, three classes of yamen servants opened the way, accompanied by bearers, beating gongs and drums, it was very lively.

As the magistrate of Dangyang County, he has his own prestige.

Dangyang is connected to Yidu in the west, Jingmen in the east, and Jingzhou in the south. It can be said to be an important place for military strategists.

This time out of the city, the first is to inspect the autumn harvest situation. Although the land tax is not collected this year, it will be collected next year, so we have to make a foundation in advance.

Secondly, it is also to look at the return of refugees from the mountain people Nozawa.

Finally, it is to inspect the situation of the army station.

With the improvement of the environment, there are more and more refugees and land reclamation. Zhu Yiquan is very happy. These are all political achievements.

"His Majesty, Your Highness only pays half a year's land tax, which is too little."

The gentry looked forward and said: "There are so many wars and disasters, and I can only catch my breath for half a year."

"Isn't it difficult for Your Highness?"

Zhu Yiquan waved his sleeves and said in dissatisfaction, "Which one is easier to raise soldiers or raise officials? If you don't collect taxes, those Qiu Ba will have to grab a knife."

If it is in Shaanxi, the tax is exempted for half a year, and the people will never recover, and they will not even be able to catch their breath.

But this is Huguang, catching fish and prawns, raising silkworms and reeling silk, picking tea and weaving cloth. Farmers have many ways to earn money, which is much better than the people in Shaanxi.

Half a year is enough for them to recover.

Moreover, the land tax is as simple as one bucket per mu, which greatly reduces the burden on the people.

Seeing the disappointed expressions of the gentry, Zhu Yiquan pointed to the man beside him and said:

"Next year's two taxes will be collected by this colleague, and you don't have to send them to the county government anymore."

what?
Only then did the gentry notice this shrewd man who looked like an accountant.

I saw that he was wearing a green robe of the seventh rank, embroidered with Xixi, a plain silver belt around his waist, a black gauze hat on his head, and a deputy official.

It really is handsome.

"My official name is Zhang Pu, and Tian is the transshipment envoy of Dangyang County, who is in charge of taxation and transshipment.

In the future, the taxes in Dangyang County, regardless of commercial tax or land tax, will be collected by the official, so there is no need to bother the county officials anymore. "

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.

The gentry were dumbfounded and regretted in their hearts. Now their relationship with the county government is no longer useful.

But Zhu Yiquan was full of sadness. Without the taxation, his filial piety in the future would be greatly reduced.

But there is no way, others can delay it with excuses, but he can't.

As a member of the clan, he could only follow in the footsteps of King Hanyang and follow suit.

Next, although the gentry did not neglect him, Zhu Yiquan still felt the coldness of the world.

Taxation is, after all, the greatest interest of the gentry.

After all, the land tax is different from the commercial tax, and the resistance to transfer to the government office is greater and more difficult.

However, when he heard that the transfer department's subordinates would be matched with the army, all the difficulties seemed insignificant.

After that, he came to a military camp again.

Although it is said that Juntun is directly under the Military and Political Department, the local yamen also has repression and supervision, which is related to the great cause of King Hanyang.

"Honorable County, this army camp has a total of five thousand mu of land, one hundred soldiers, ten cattle, five donkeys, and more than a thousand chickens and ducks. On weekdays, eggs are mostly used to improve food."

The person in charge of the army station, called the head of the station, is a veteran from the army, but he is missing a thumb and cannot hold a knife.

With a dozen or so wounded soldiers under his command, he was responsible for suppressing the army.

At the same time, his establishment was also named as the head of the strong squad in the county government.

Looking at the golden ears of rice, Zhu Yiquan nodded and said, "So, the military village can provide Your Highness with tens of thousands of shi of grain!"

"That's two or three stones per mu, more than ten thousand."

The head of the village had a broken front tooth, and he grinned loudly: "The military village is open at thirty-seven, and it can offer about ten thousand stones."

"This group of guys are very tired and lazy. They have to be whipped before they are willing to work. After two or three months of lessons, they get better."

Zhu Yiquan looked at the soldiers in ragged clothes who were working hard to harvest rice. Of course he knew that these people were former captives.

Intruders, western thieves, or left soldiers.

"Your Highness is still too merciful."

Zhu Yiquan sighed: "These thieves can't be exaggerated."

The head of the village didn't answer.

"It's impossible for the Transshipment Department to transfer personnel from the army, right?"

Zhu Yiquan looked at the head of the village with a fierce face, and thought of his nominal team leader, and suddenly thought of something.

After inspecting for a while, Zhu Yiquan left the place.

There are about two or three military camps in Dangyang County, ranging from three to five thousand acres. There are dozens of military camps in the entire Chengtian Mansion, and nearly ten thousand prisoners have been resettled.

The autumn harvest is about to begin, which is the reliance of the king of Hanyang to exempt the autumn tax.

The Military and Political Department naturally knew the importance of the military settlements, and dispatched officials to inspect them almost every month.

You must find something to do for the hundreds of people you recruit, right?There is still a while to go.

By the end of September, almost all the autumn rice in the army station had been harvested, and the rice was transported to Xiangyang according to the three-to-seven division.

Thirty percent of the troops are stationed in Chengtian Mansion, and seventy percent are in Xiangyang Mansion.

The [-] left army prisoners were placed on nearly [-] hectares of land, and there were more than [-] military settlements.

The land is unevenly fat and thin, but the yield per mu is at least one stone, ten thousand hectares is one million mu, and the minimum harvest in autumn can be one million stones of grain.

"Thirty to seven points, you can get 700,000 stones."

Zhao Shu said excitedly.

"There is plenty of wasteland. Your Highness has obtained another [-] captives from the Western Army from Sichuan. You can farm another [-] hectares of land and harvest next summer, which will be more than two million stones."

"Mr. Zhao, these 100,000 people have to eat in the past six months, right?"

Zhu Yixi interrupted his fantasy without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)