Longevity Begins with Jinyiwei

The thoughts passed away in a flash, but soon, as if he saw something, the emperor's eyes suddenly condensed.

It seems that...every household will bring more grain to hand over, and after the payment is completed, there will often be excess grain to bring back, and no one will convert money into grain...

If it is said that the autumn harvest is just short, the people have no time to sell grain, and they have no money to convert the grain.

Near the end of this year, the peak period for the grain collection of the imperial grain store has passed. In a village, dozens of households have no one to convert their money into grain...

Combining these two points, the meaning revealed is somewhat intriguing.

One mu of land, how much grain to pay, is a clear thing.

Although the imperial court will count the world's grain production every year, the amount of grain paid has not changed since it was drafted.

If the family has one mu of land, it is the food that is paid in proportion to one mu of land.

There can be no family of people who can't even figure this out.

And now, every household pays grain, and they all come with grain that exceeds the amount of grain paid...

"There is no rule in the court that money can be used to convert food, why do you..."

The emperor stopped a man who had just paid the food and asked casually.

Hearing this, the man looked at the wealthy and wealthy emperor, hesitated for a while, then subconsciously looked back at the officials who received grain, shook his head and said, "If you convert money, it's not worth it!"

As soon as these words came out, the emperor's expression did not change yet, and the expressions of Li Ruolian and several officials from various ministries also changed abruptly.

"Not worth it?"

"The court grain store has a market price every year, why isn't it worth it?"

The emperor raised his brows, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The man was a little hesitant, but he seemed to be a rare person to talk to, and he was very bitter:

"When the grain is sold, it's not worth a few dollars. The county magistrate collects the grain at the market price..."

The man confided happily, but the several court officials who followed the emperor's subversion, with the man's grievance, became paler and paler, and the atmosphere was inexplicably solidified.

"Let me tell you, the officials are all full of bad water. The court said it well, but when they get it, the taste changes..."

"Where are you talking about making sense!"

The accompanying officials trembled in shock, the man sighed, but the emperor laughed.

In this world, if you want to see the real prosperity and well-being, you can really only look at the data on paper.

Really tore that layer of woven skin of prosperity, and there is nowhere to be seen!

The man in front of him said it very clearly.

The imperial court formulated the agricultural tax to be levied, the imperial court formulated the market price of grain, and the imperial court formulated the amount of grain to be converted into money.

Of course, this is just a policy, officials, and countermeasures.

The imperial court formulated the ratio of agricultural tax, and then manipulated the public scales used to weigh the tax grains, one jin liang, and weighed on the public scale, it was normal to be short of a few taels.

When the court set the market price of grain, and the public scale was hardly normal, the court price also became a tool to harm the public and private.

In this link, officials in one place, scholars in one place, and merchants in one place all benefited, and the only people who were injured were these ordinary people.

It seems that the emperor should be thankful, fortunate that the order of Daheng is stable now, these people still dare not do too much, and can only make small troubles within the framework he set.

At least, these people who should have a good life were not forced to live.

The Son of Heaven should thank them!

The emperor asked again: "If you mess around like this, no one will care?"

"Who cares is an official, who can we find!"

The man sighed: "The year before last, the fourth child of the next village refused to accept this and ran to the yamen to report to the official, but he was thrown into the big prison and locked up for half a year. When he came out later, he went crazy!"

The emperor asked again: "Isn't there a censor in the imperial court who often comes here to inspect?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the emperor suspiciously: "Master Censor will come to our place where birds don't shit?"

The emperor was startled, but then smiled again, he was still a little naive.

No matter how much he said, it seemed that it would not change this fact.

Even an official at the lowest level, to them, is a great official, and when it comes back, they... can only accept it!

Powerless and helpless.

When this helpless accumulation reaches its limit and erupts directly, it is civil unrest, and it is the prelude to the great chaos in the world.

In that chaotic world, the emperor has experienced and suppressed. Now, in his world, even if he is reluctant to admit it, it seems that this old road has been traveled many times, and his Daheng is still stable. stepped on it.

You know, this... is still in Liao Province, a place that the Son of Heaven has never stopped paying attention to since the land was recovered.

The huge amount of money and material resources invested every year, and the countless inspection teams of various imperial ministries every year...

The Son of Heaven glanced at the trembling and frightened Minister of the Ministry of Housing and the Right Inspector Yushi of the Duchayuan. Without saying a word, he took a step forward and walked towards the official who received the grain.

"What are you doing, you want to pay for the food, and stand back in line!"

Some yamen scolded him, and he would block the emperor when he stepped forward.

Li Ruolian stepped forward quickly and stopped the yamen, and a token of Jinyiwei was directly on the front of the yamen.

"Jinyiwei Cha An, go away!"

The yamen's complexion changed greatly. The originally noisy scene of paying the grain was also instantly silent, and the eyes were suddenly fixed on the emperor and his party.

"Big... big man..."

An official trotted over and looked suspiciously at Tianzi and his party.

The emperor didn't pay any attention to it, he walked straight forward, picked up the scale head of the grain weighing scale, and an official came to block it subconsciously, and the bright blade was directly placed on the official's neck.

"Jinyiwei's office, do you dare to stop it?"

Li Ruolian scolded again.

The emperor waved his hand, motioned Li Ruolian to step back, and weighed the heavy weighing head, and then the emperor looked at the official in front of him.

The official uniform of the ninth grade~www.readwn.com~ According to the current reform policy of Daheng Lijia, it should be a township-level official.

Obviously, the official in front of him is the main person in charge of the tax collection.

"This scale head, I took it away, you guys, change a scale!"

The word "Zhen" was like an unprecedented thunderbolt. The official in front of the emperor's face suddenly turned pale, his feet softened, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

The emperor didn't say a word, picked up the scale, and walked away.

Seeing this, the accompanying officials and soldiers also hurriedly walked away.

Everything seemed to be peaceful, but the people who accompanied him knew that this time, since the emperor was not like the previous inspection, he just let the local officials handle it by himself.

It proves that this time, things will be difficult.

What's more, it's the Son of Heaven who ends up in person...