General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 142 Radish
"The poor have no land to stand on, and the rich have to pay the same tax. Do you think it is fair?"

"Ning Jue! Stop talking nonsense!" Xu Jie angrily reprimanded.

"Does the teacher think this is fair?! Fairness or injustice is a trivial matter. In time, the poor will have nothing to lose, and I will have no money to use. How will I defend against the enemy?"

Ning Jue stared at Xu Jie aggressively.

But he didn't give in at all.

One such new method is to divide the land into the mu.

The resistance is so great that even if you can't find any faults with the new law, there is still a lot of resistance.

Compared with the whip method.

This is the real pain.

Just four words were enough to revive Qingliu, who was about to admit defeat and surrender.

From disrespect to the emperor to personal attacks.

Literally no one dares to say that it is not true in the slightest.

Wang Shizhen's words resounded in the hall.

"Ning Kezhong, since you entered the court, you have been wanton and disrespectful again and again. I think you clearly have other plans."

The Qingliu who stood beside Wang Shizhen also understood immediately, and finally attacked Ning Jue.

"The Tao family is a prominent family in central Zhejiang. Ning Kezhong urged the peace talks before punishing the Tao family. Ning Bingxian might have contacts with the southern Japanese and the northern captives?"

They don't care if these words can drag Ning Jue off the horse, they just subconsciously want to muddy the water and drag more people off, so as to quickly divert this topic.

It's just that Wang Shizhen didn't expect that Ning Jue had no tricks in his eyes at all.

"Yuanmei is finally right, I just have other plans!"

"To the father of the king, Yao and Shun, to save the people from hunger and cold, don't you think you have such a plan?!"

Xu Jie, who was standing in front of Zhu Zaiyu, also turned around and yelled at Wang Shizhen and Ning Jue at the same time: "Ning Jue, Wang Shizhen!"

"This is at the foot of the emperor, in front of Guoben. It's not a place for you to make noise. If you want to make noise, you can go out and make noise. Don't spoil the audience."

Xu Jie seems to be trying to persuade the fight with a bowl of water.

In fact, it is pulling hands.

Wang Shizhen originally wanted Ning Jue to shut up, and the two of them rushed out together, so they still wanted Ning Jue to shut up.

"Old Xu Ge."

Zhu Zaixun's voice sounded quietly.

The originally noisy Wuyi Hall suddenly returned to silence.

"I just feel that there is something to be said, what does Mr. Ge think?"

Zhu Zailong had already opened his mouth.

Xu Jie's face couldn't help but darken.

"Your Majesty, all the taxes of the imperial court are filled with grain, fodder and cloth, and the silver is converted in a hurry, and it may be difficult to count. The military affairs are imminent, so let's listen to Su Qing's performance first."

If you can't hide it, you will procrastinate.

Xu Jie doesn't have this ability, so don't hang around in the cabinet.

"Then let's do the whipping method first. Anyway, the gentlemen have already discussed it. Since the whipping method is okay, then I will push the whipping method first. After the whipping method, I will first get a small amount of silver, and then share it with each other."

Zhang Juzheng echoed himself and said: "Your Highness, if this proposal is successful, Ding Yin will be exempted from the common people of Ming Dynasty. It is indeed a virtuous government that has never been heard of in ancient times."

As he said this, Zhang Juzheng winked at Gao Gong.

Xu Jie counted on Gao Gong to continue playing.

Gao Gong has lost interest in discussing Rong Shi.

"Your Highness, I think this discussion is a great good."

The so-called Ding tax is actually corvee labor. In the Song Dynasty, money was used as a substitute for labor, but Zhu Yuanzhang still resolutely abolished the use of money as a substitute for labor. Lao Zhu may not understand the general trend of history, but Lao Zhu understands officials.

This money is used as a substitute for service. When the court collects the money, it is indeed just right, but when you really want to go out and spend it, it is impossible for the money to be enough.

Rich households paid two denarii to avoid corvee, and officials filled their pockets. They were in a dilemma, and the court and the people were even more difficult.

Of course, it doesn't matter, Emperor Xiaozong will take action.

Wealthy households act as bankers, and ordinary people act as poor men.

Just like Kaizhongfa, there is more money in the accounts of the account department, and more and more refugees who cannot afford it.

"Mr. Xu, let's whip the law first, and ask Mr. Zhang to write down the matter."

Zhu Zaiyu wished that he could directly share his income with his mu now.

But how many Dingkou is there in Daming, and how much is converted into silver, these figures can only be obtained after a whip method.

Xu Jie's dragging formula is really impeccable.

Zhang Juzheng hurriedly agreed.

"Here."

Looking at the brochure in front of Zhang Juzheng, Xu Jie felt a sudden pain in his heart.

Not only does it mean that these property owners have to bear all the corvee for those people, but more importantly, there will be a more intuitive result that the value of the land in their hands will shrink, and the land price may not drop much per mu.

But they can't stand the amount of land in their hands.

Even if the land fell by eight yuan per mu, the Xu family's 1 mu of land in Songjiang would cost [-] taels of silver.

This is a real meat cut.

While Wang Shizhen and Ning Jue were still arguing in the front hall, Jiajing in the back hall had already stood up and walked around.

Huang Jin looked at Jiajing nervously.

"My lord, this discussion is for everyone..."

Jiajing raised his hand and interrupted Huang Jin's words.

"It's not that every child is in the mother's house, those four words can be understood by even a young child."

Huang Jin asked suspiciously: "The emperor is worried about returning to the public?"

Jiajing's brows gradually frowned into a "Chuan".

"The fire consumption of silver smelting seems to be less than half a hundred times, but I will whip every year from now on, and if I consume 10,000+ taels of silver every year, what will the price of silver be in another [-] or [-] years? I am a great Ming, and I have little silver."

Thanks to alchemy, Jiajing is not only proficient in the problem of "fire consumption", but also very familiar with it.

Although the fire consumption of local prefectures and counties is high, Jiajing also knows that this loss will inevitably exist.

It's just that Jiajing always felt that something was wrong.

"No, no, take the account book."

"Which year does the emperor want to adjust the account book?"

"Regarding the food and goods records and accounts of silver prices, take as much as you can, and then go and call some accountants for me."

"Here."

While the Wuyi Hall was still discussing matters.

A team of guards had already gone to the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Hanlin Academy, and transferred all the classics related to the price of silver to Xiyuan.

There are more than 20 accounting rooms on standby outside Xiyuan.

The sound of the abacus fiddling has not stopped for several days.

Thinking about the question in his heart, Jiajing couldn't even sleep well.

Silver smelting was not something that only happened in Daming.

Since the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, how much silver can the Central Plains produce each year?
It was charged as silver, and then smelted. After several rounds of transactions, needless to say, in the past three to four hundred years, the fluctuation of silver in Ming Dynasty was even the same as that in the early Song and early Tang.

Daming had a ban on money, and except for Taizu, Chengzu, and Xuanzong, no copper coins were minted.

This is equivalent to a pool that has been releasing water for seven or eight hundred years, but the water level in the pool has hardly changed.

How could Jiajing not be suspicious.

"My lord, the immortal body is important. The price of silver has always been the same, so why bother?" Looking at the white hair growing from Jiajing's temples, Huang Jin was really anxious.

"The production of these silver mountains in Daming has been surveyed and recorded every year. It is the most shocking in ancient times. Could it be that the silver that flows into the market every year is blown by strong winds?"

Naturally, Jiajing was also really anxious. Jiajing was so anxious that the strong wind blows so much silver every year. He, the emperor, didn't even know about it, and he didn't even know who picked it up.

"My lord, could it be that there were other mines in ancient times?"

"His mine? He is a mountain of gold and silver, and it shouldn't be worth the rich burials of the Han and Tang Dynasties. Every time an emperor dies, every king dies, tens of thousands, 10,000+ taels of silver are often brought underground."

Originally, it was good that Jiajing didn't think in this direction.

The more I think about it, the more hairy I feel.

It's not just a thick burial, even ordinary people have the habit of saving money in their homes.

So much silver.

But there is still money in the market, and even since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there has been more and more money. So much money, where did it come from?
"Maybe there's that little rat fighting back...?"

Before Huang Jin could finish speaking, he closed his mouth.

Even if the tomb robber is rampant, he can't hold back the number of people he buried.

It stands to reason that there should be less and less money on the market in this world.

"If this matter is not investigated clearly, the law of our Ming Dynasty will not go smoothly, and the important affairs of this country must be investigated."

Once Daming performed a whip method.

The annual massive fire consumption is just around the corner.

Although it is said that every time consumption is five out of a hundred, it can't stand the consumption every year, and every year of deportation, the silver ingots have to be melted two to three times.

Calculated according to the fire consumption ratio of one hundred to one fifth, 200 million taels of silver are collected every year, and after five years of collection, the silver on the market in Daming will be reduced by 50 taels.

Whether public or private, Jiajing has to investigate this matter.

At this time, a accountant from the household department walked into Xiyuan with a thick stack of ledgers.

"Report to Your Majesty, the result is almost reached."

Jiajing suddenly raised his head.

"how?"

The accountant opened the account book and said softly.

"All the accounts don't match up. If it is only the silver produced by me in Daming, the current price of silver is at least [-] yuan for every tael of silver."

Even if Jiajing found so many people, the data in hand is very limited, nothing more than how much silver was buried with the kings of the past dynasties, and how much silver was produced by the silver mines of Daming every year.

The conclusion that can be drawn is that the accounts are all wrong, and then a rough estimate of where the silver price should be.

"According to Tang Shu and Song History, the price of silver in the Central Plains has declined since the Zhenguan, Taiping Xingguo, and Shaoxing dynasties, and the national dynasties have also fallen to Yingzong after Chengzu and Xuanzong. It is only after the Yingzong that it stabilizes. It is estimated that it is the result of the first rule of the world...?"

Jiajing waved his hand impatiently.

"Zhenguan is still plausible. In the first year of Taiping Xingguo and the first year of Shaoxing, it was the God of Wealth who saw his Zhao family murdering the king and plotting rebellion, destroying the country and destroying the family, so he threw money at the Central Plains to reward them?"

Jiajing casually took the account book handed over by the accountant, especially the detailed records of this dynasty, only five words came to Jiajing's mind.

——Zheng He's voyages to the West.

Continuing to scroll down, Jiajing's blood pressure has already risen.

Because since the 15th year of Zhengde, the silver price of the Jiangnan prefectures has dropped significantly, and even many prefectures have reported it sporadically, but the silver price has stabilized again soon.

Tao Shixian can hide from the eyes of the world, but he can't hide from the history pens written by the Hanlin in the National History Museum in Shihuo Zhi.

Jiajing knew that Haili was big, but he never thought that Haili could be so big that it would affect the silver price of Daming.

"According to this, since Yingzong, they have never stopped for a day! The sea area of ​​my Ming Dynasty has become their way of making money!"

"My money!"

"Call Zhang Zuolai, call Lu Binglai!"

"The clansmen of the various prefectures should hurry up and go to Zhenqing Tianmu!!"

"Here, here."

Whip this radish.

After all, the old silt that Daming had buried for a long time was brought out.

(End of this chapter)