I'm a big dick

Chapter 436
Speaking of the power of the whole country, the emperor has raised this concept many times, but the people of Ming Dynasty did not feel it too strongly.Even, it feels like there are more days than before.

It is not uncommon in all dynasties to increase taxes on ordinary people because of wars and insufficient finances.

But in the Apocalypse Dynasty, it was completely reversed.The imperial court was short of money, but it targeted corrupt officials, powerful vassals, and landlords and gentry.

Over the past few years, in waves of anti-corruption campaigns, the number of officials who have been sacked is countless; clearing the land, rebuilding the yellow book, punishing leaks, and overthrowing many landlords, evil gentry and profiteers; Fortunately, after the salary is discounted, all the fiefdoms and privileges such as salt and iron will be taken back...

And this is what the emperor called "the power of the whole country", not from ordinary people, but from the rich.

That's right, corrupt officials, powerful vassals, landlords, evil gentry, and profiteers can all be defined as rich.Overturning one will get more than squeezing a thousand or 1 ordinary people.

"The people don't add gifts, but the country uses enough", the emperor really did this.

The burden on the common people was not increased, the wars should be fought, the construction should be carried out, and there was no delay in stockpiling food and preparing for shortages.How can there be any other way than grabbing from the rich?
Who let those guys be rich and unkind, breaking the law and discipline?Besides, Zhu Youxiao was worried that ordinary people would rise up, but he didn't think the rich would take the risk of rebellion at all.

Since I don't have the guts, my throne is secure, so what are you afraid of? If you get caught, you will be ruthlessly slaughtered.

It is precisely because the emperor does not harvest the wool of the common people, but only chops the mutton of the rich.The Ping-Liao War in the past few years did not increase the burden on the common people.

Now, when the decisive battle comes, the lives of most ordinary people are better than before.

Erya's father rushed to the spot outside the capital early in the morning, and posted a notice a few days ago, today is the day to put up the license plate and rent a car.

Those four-wheeled carriages have already been seen in the capital. There are horse-drawn carriages, and more often two-horse carriages.The carriage is like a small house, with one or two rows of seats inside, and a bucket at the back to hold the luggage cage.

New things are experienced first by the powerful or rich, and new carriages are no exception.

The emperor rewarded Xu Guangqi, Sun Chengzong, Li Qiyuan and other important ministers with exquisite decoration and marks on the carriages, which were different from those bought by the rich.

With metal axles, spring-absorbing carriages, and small windows with transparent glass, it looks so noble and extraordinary when passing by the road.

But who would have thought that such a good carriage would become an industry, and would become the emperor's choice for expanding employment!
Few people would have thought that this was another attempt by the emperor to apply technology to practice.

Moreover, the fine steel axles and shock absorbing springs can be applied to vehicles, which is a significant improvement in the production technology and output of the coal-steel complex.

"Have you brought the money? Where is the guarantor's guarantee document?" A low-key question came from the side.

Er Ya's father touched his bosom subconsciously, and found that there were hard silver coins and guarantee documents, and his heart finally settled down.

Even though she had relatives to help after she came to the capital, Erya was also sensible and capable. She roasted sweet potatoes and sold thirsty water, so she was neither hungry nor cold.

But a big man can't be a peddler on the street all the time. Seeing that his wife's health is almost ready, he can support a small business with Erya.

Erya's father took up other jobs, transporting coal to the West Mountain, unloading goods at Tongzhou Wharf, and doing other odd jobs, and saved a little money.

But he always felt uneasy after working eastward for a few days and westward for a few days.Moreover, he was worried about his wife and daughter when he was always outside.

Therefore, as soon as the notice was posted, he was moved.Although he didn't understand the operation of the postal service very well, he only knew that it delivered letters and packages by horse-drawn carriage, and only went to the cities around the capital, and the wages were quite a lot.

The key is that this job is long. After a trip, I can rest for three days, and I can help my wife and daughter to relax.

Feeling the silver dollars and documents in his arms, Father Erya felt relieved, and focused on the two people who spoke just now. The familiar Liaodong accent made him feel very cordial.

It seems that the father and son, the middle-aged man and the middle-aged man, are both very strong.

After hesitating for a long while, Er Ya father smiled and cupped his hands, and said, "You two, the accent sounds like a fellow villager!"

The middle-aged man showed joy on his face, and he bowed his hands and said: "This old man is also from Liaodong, so be polite."

The middle-aged man cupped his hands, as if he was not very interested in the word fellow, so he took a step back and stopped talking.

Erya's father greeted the middle-aged man, and they started talking.Waiting for the middle-aged man to take out his cigarette pouch to invite each other, the two puffed their mouths, and immediately got closer again.

"I heard that the imperial court mobilized hundreds of thousands of troops, and they will soon pacify Liao." The middle-aged man said, "I don't know if it's true or not?"

Erya father nodded and said: "I saw the army marching to the north, all cavalry, with bright armor, you can't see the side at a glance."

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up immediately, he focused on it, and listened intently.

"That's good, that's good." The middle-aged man exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "In the past few years, I have won battles, and Jiannu must have been beaten to death. Hundreds of thousands of troops drove up, and even spit and drowned They're gone."

Er Ya dad smiled and said, "Ping Liao is good, we can go back."

The middle-aged man glanced at Erya's father, and asked with some surprise: "You still want to go back? Are you having a bad time in the capital?"

"That's not true." Father Erya shook his head and said, "But after all, I don't have a solid foundation in my heart. It's not as solid as planting dozens of acres of land."

The middle-aged man showed a comprehension look, and said, "That's right. This is where I live. It's not as big and better as the one in my hometown. I just buy a small house and don't save it for 30 or [-] years. I don't think there is any hope."

At the foot of the Son of Heaven, the capital is prosperous, similar to that of later generations, and the land is expensive.Even a small house in a relatively remote location costs dozens of taels of silver, which is not affordable for ordinary people.

"Even if we go back, we won't get any preferential treatment." The middle-aged man thought of the key again, shook his head and said: "The imperial court only takes care of the soldiers, and each person is given one hundred acres of land, and the tax is very little!"

"Then you still won't let me join the army?" The half-grown man suddenly became angry, humming and looking up at the sky.

"How old are you?" The middle-aged man cast a sideways glance at his son and reprimanded, "You don't even want to go to other people's house!"

Er Ya's father agreed with a smile: "Yes, a few more years before I can enlist in the army!"

"In a few more years, Liaodong will be leveled early, what kind of soldiers will we recruit?" The half-sized man rolled his eyes, his voice was not loud, but he was still not convinced.

"It's not good if there is no battle." The middle-aged man looked at his son and said, "On the battlefield, swords and guns have no eyes. How many people have died in Liaodong since the founding of the slaves and rebellion against the Ming Dynasty. You are still young, and you don't understand the hearts of your parents! "

Er Ya's father nods his head, thankful that his family is a girl, well-behaved and sensible, not like this stubborn brat like a donkey.

At this moment, the door with the post office sign slowly opened, and the waiting crowd immediately became agitated.Erya's father and the middle-aged man also knocked off the cigarette ash in a hurry, and focused on the past.

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(End of this chapter)