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Chapter 349 Monopoly, additional business tax

On the sixth day of August, in the afternoon, Jin Xinpeng and Yan Qingrong came to the official hall of the general's office to meet Zhang Cheng and discuss with him about the wedding ceremony.

When entering the official hall, Jin Xinpeng saw a leather ball on the big table in front of Zhang Cheng. He turned his head to look at Yan Qingrong, and the two looked at each other before walking to their respective seats.

"Adults like Cuju too?" Jin Xinpeng asked impatiently after taking his seat.

Zhang Cheng casually picked up the ball on the table, started tossing it back and forth in his hands, and suddenly threw it at Jin Xinpeng.

"Catch the ball."

Although it was a little sudden, Jin Xinpeng's reaction was also extremely fast. He pressed the armrest of the chair with both hands, leaned his body slightly back and lifted his foot to catch the ball thrown by Zhang Cheng, and kicked the ball straight up.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jin Xinpeng stood up hurriedly, just as the ball fell, he raised his left shoulder against the falling ball, and the ball flew up again, just like this, or shoulder, or elbow, or knee, or foot, kept hitting on the ball.

The chubby ball was made to fly up and down by him like this, and after a while, it stopped, and he stretched out his right hand to catch the ball firmly, but his face was already flushed, and he was panting heavily.

"It's so good at 'rolling', I didn't expect that Mr. Jin is still a master!"

Shocked by Jin Xinpeng's performance, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but applaud him with high fives.

"Where is it? It's useless when you get older. This will be ten years ago. We can make it for an hour."

"Hahaha……"

There was another harmonious laughter in the official hall.

Yan Qingrong picked up the teapot and poured tea into the teacup in front of Jin Xinpeng's table, saying, "Master Jin, drink some tea to quench your thirst."

Jin Xinpeng returned the ball to Zhang Cheng's table, walked back and took a sip of tea before sitting down again and said, "I'm old, I'm really old, and the admiral also likes 'cuju'?"

Zhang Cheng quickly shook his head and waved his hands and said, "No, if you want to say that killing people and getting more money, I can still give it a try. This way of 'cuju' is not what I am good at!"

"Oh, if that's the case, why is there such a thing in the Lord's Hall!" Yan Qingrong asked, pointing to the ball on Zhang Cheng's table.

Zhang Cheng also took a sip of tea before saying: "I just thought of the daily drills of the sergeants, but it was boring, so I thought about doing some events in the barracks as a 'military show'.

In this way, it can not only relieve the boringness of the sergeants, but also exercise the physique of the sergeants, and also enhance the cooperation between individuals, and there are some strategies in it, and there is only this "cuju" play. "

Jin Xinpeng's face showed horror. He looked at Yan Qingrong and saw that he was just like himself. The two looked at Zhang Cheng with suspicion and fear in their eyes.

I just heard Jin Xinpeng say: "My lord, at the beginning of my founding of the Ming Dynasty, the Taizu once had an ancestor's instruction, all officers and soldiers who learn to sing, cut off their tongues; hit Shuanglu, cut off their hands; Frontier army.

Although it is not as strict as it was in the early days of the country, it is only the folk "cuju" drama that is flourishing, and it is true that there is no one who dares to set this precedent among the camps in various places.

Today, if my lord advocates this 'cuju' in the camp as a military show, wouldn't I give it to others, so that the treacherous people will make troubles everywhere, only cause troubles, and miss my lord's bright future. "

Before Zhang Cheng could say anything, Yan Qingrong on the side was also very worried and reminded: "My lord, it is also stated in the "Law of the Ming Dynasty" that 'everyone who kicks a ball, let go of his feet.' But this matter should not be reckless, and must be discussed in a long-term way." yes.

Now monitor Li Gonggong stationed in Dushi, if this is reported to the palace, if the current emperor thinks that adults only know how to play and play, and neglect military training, blame it, all our hard work these days will be in vain. "

Hearing what the two of them said, Zhang Cheng understood in his heart that this matter can be big or small, if he is not attracting attention, it is not a big deal, and the court is too lazy to care about it.

In other words, no matter how powerful he is, even if there is something that violates the rules, the court will not dare to take care of it. It is not as good as Zuo Liangyu a few years later, who is a local emperor, more than a bandit.

The current self is a little embarrassed, that is, he is very attractive, but his strength is not strong enough. It is precisely because of this that he has to be more careful to protect his unfulfilled wings.

At the moment, Zhang Cheng did not continue to dwell on the matter of "cuju", but said: "Let's put aside the matter of 'cuju' for now.

This is indeed my lack of thoughtfulness. The word "military drama" is really ambiguous, so let's change it and call it "competition". "

"Contest?"

"Yes, it's a martial arts competition."

"My lord, how should I compare it?"

"A sergeant competes in throwing spears, shooting blunderbusses, and wrestling, as well as foot shooting, riding and shooting, and riding and slashing skills. Among the various bureaus, divisions, and departments, they can also compare such things as rushing, setting up camp, and forming formations.

All the things practiced in the army can be used for a competition. The winner will be rewarded with silver, food and meat, and even medals and award flags. Win the championship.

In this way, it is only to stimulate the enthusiasm of the soldiers to practice, and quickly build a strong army. It can also prevent the soldiers from being depressed during exercises in the camp. Adding some entertainment items to them can make them feel at ease. "

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, Jin Xinpeng and Yan Qingrong understood the significance of it, and they agreed repeatedly, and Zhang Cheng asked Jin Xinpeng to draw up a specific charter first.

"I will visit and monitor Li Guofu's father-in-law later. I will set off for Yunzhou the day after tomorrow, and then I will go directly to the capital to greet the relatives there. All the affairs here will depend on the two adults to take care of them."

"You should do your best, and adults don't need to worry about it!"

"Well, there are two adults here, why don't I worry about it. Oh, by the way, we can send out wedding invitations to various places, so that people can make preparations early."

"Yes!"

"There is one more thing. I want to ask the two adults to help me think about it and see how to implement it." Zhang Cheng said again.

Jin Xinpeng didn't know what else Zhang Cheng wanted to discuss. He saw that Yan Qingrong's expression was also in a daze, and Jin Xinpeng asked suspiciously: "Admiral, what is there to decide?"

"Oh, it's not undecided, it's just that there is still some hesitation in the specific regulations."

Zhang Cheng took a sip of his tea, then smiled and said, "Now I've cleared up the military households and farmland on the North Road, plus this year's land reclamation and canal repair, and the matter of grain and grain has basically stabilized.

But it is not enough to support the general's army of ten thousand people, and there are nearly ten thousand troops stationed in each fort. Therefore, the general wants to levy a business tax and implement the monopoly of the three items of salt, wine and tea. system to supplement the lack of money income of the Wei Division.

I don't know what the two adults think about this two matters? "

"monopoly?"

Jin Xinpeng had a look of astonishment on his face, and Yan Qingrong next to him also asked solemnly:
"Is there still a business tax to be levied?"

(End of this chapter)