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Chapter 640: A slap in the face won¡¯t last the night

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    Today, after the dynasty ended, Hu Guang mocked Fang Xing, and those words spread throughout Jinling City in an instant.

    Civil servants of fourth rank or above are not allowed to do business, but Wu Xun does not have this taboo.

    The key is that Hu Guang pointed out the essence of Fang Xing sharply: You like to raise the banner of Ming Dynasty's interests in everything, but you make a lot of money every day in business, and all the money goes into your own pocket. Where are Ming Dynasty's interests?

    "Uncle Xinghe is trapped in a cocoon this time. Lord Hu is so awesome!"

    "He keeps saying that literati are shameless, but how can he get away with it? He is not just competing with the people for profit!"

    "Do you really think he is a saint? They are all the same!"

    "That's it, hypocrite!"

    ""

    Xia Yuanji, of course, was aware of the external disputes, so when he heard Fang Xing's question, he said, "It was decided during the reign of Emperor Taizu Gao that no shops were allowed to operate and all were concentrated in collapsed houses. To this day, in fact, these prohibitions have long been  Don¡¯t waste it, otherwise your restaurant won¡¯t be able to open.¡±

    Fang Xing smiled: "Emperor Taizu Gao did not suppress businessmen, but wanted to control businessmen in his hands, but centralized trading is not advisable after all."

    Zhu Yuanzhang did not allow shops to open in Nanjing. The merchants had no choice but to pile their goods on ships and outside the city. As a result, they took advantage of the middlemen.

    In the end, the boss felt that this was not the norm, so he built more than ten buildings to allow merchants to gather here for transactions.

    "Thirty tax per tax is very appropriate for people's livelihood material transactions, but for some industries, Mr. Xia, I think it is too low."

    Fang Xing said seriously: "The low tax rate during Emperor Taizu Gao's reign was to revive business, but it is still so low now. In many industries, it can only be used to make it easier for merchants."

    Xia Yuanji smiled bitterly and said: "Do you think I don't know? But who is running those industries? Who is behind them? Wu Xun's business does not collect taxes, and civil servants rarely pay taxes when doing business behind their backs. The commercial tax for the next year will be  Send it to the Ministry of Revenue, and I won¡¯t even want to accept it!¡±

    Seeing that Fang Xing still wanted to speak, Xia Yuanji stood up and said, "Your topic is too big for me to handle. Otherwise, you can go talk to Hu Guang or submit a memorial directly."

    Fang Xing stood up and said: "Today's business tax is equivalent to nothing. The entire burden is on the farmers. Mr. Xia, in some places, you have to pay a tax of eight dou per stone and rice. There are already refugees!"

    Xia Yuanji shook his head, "You have to go to His Majesty for this matter. No one else dares to touch it."

    Fang Xing laughed and said, "There is something you can do. For example, pay my family's taxes first."

    "You are looking for death!"

    Xia Yuanji said angrily: "You just became a salt merchant, are you going to make those noble officials and civil servants hate you to death? Eh!"

    ??

    Fang Xing took the account book and said, "That's nonsense. Sir Xia, as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, please collect taxes!"

    "I won't accept it."

    Xia Yuanji didn't want to take over this hot potato, so he hurriedly prepared to get out of the way.

    Fang Xing didn¡¯t stop him, he just sat on his chair and said with a smile: ¡°If you don¡¯t accept it today, then I will settle here!¡±

    Xia Yuanji had already walked to the door. When he turned around and saw Fang Xing's determined look, he stamped his feet and said, "Get up and go with me to meet the saint."

    "No need."

    Fang Xing opened the wooden box he had brought, pointed to the treasure inside and said, "Fang thinks that the tax rate for the first fresh food should be set at 100% tax. This is the account book. As for Tian Fu, it is also in it. Fang is done.  ¡±

    Fang Xing squeezed Xia Yuanji out of the room and walked away.

    But Xia Yuanji was dumbfounded when he took these banknotes and account books.

    Accept it?  In what name?

    It would be unreasonable not to accept it, so Xia Yuanji felt that he was in trouble.

    After thinking about it, Xia Yuanji picked up the wooden box and took the account book to find Zhu Di.

    If you have any difficulties, go to the boss. This is the unspoken rule of Ming Dynasty officialdom.

    Zhu Di was dealing with political affairs with several bachelors. When he heard that Xia Yuanji was coming, he smiled and said, "Is this Mr. Xia coming to complain to me? Let him in."

    After the Ministry of Revenue got rich, all the yamen began to ask for money. In the end, Xia Yuanji had no choice but to ask them to come to Zhu Di.

    Xia Yuanji saluted, stood up, glanced at Hu Guang, and then told the whole story

    "Your Majesty, Xinghe Bo voluntarily pays taxes at the rate of twenty to one.??, the previous ones are not missing, they are all here.  "

    I said!

    Yang Rong was horrified and immediately looked at Hu Guang, thinking that you would be the one to challenge him, but he would immediately hit you back.

    But Zhu Di's expression was a bit complicated. He looked at the account book placed on the imperial desk and said quietly: "How about this matter, you can wait and tell me."

    Everyone looked at each other, Yang Shiqi lowered his eyes, Jin Youzi hesitated to speak, Yang Rong was eager to try, but Hu Guang had to speak.

    The water you throw out must be taken back no matter what.

    Looking at the account books and treasure banknotes on the imperial case, Hu Guang said bitterly: "Your Majesty, I think this matter should not be rushed and should be taken slowly."

    ¡°I was ridiculed in the morning and slapped in the face in the afternoon!

    It is indeed the way Fang Dehua behaves with magnanimity.

    "Are you hesitating?"

    Zhu Di sneered: "The commercial tax is in name only. Don't you think you can do anything?"

    Salt merchant!

    This word popped up in Yang Rong's head, and he felt a chill on his body. He looked up and saw Yang Rong with the same shocked look on his face.

    Hu Guang lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, it is difficult to collect business taxes. As long as you open the door, the officials below will become like wolves and tigers. When the time comes"

    "Your Majesty, Mr. Xinghe has a memorial for you."

    Hu Guang was shocked, and then saw the memorial being delivered to Zhu Di's hands.

    Zhu Di looked at it and then handed it to the eunuch: "Read it."

    After the eunuch coughed dryly, he read: "Now, although I have enough money for the day tomorrow, nine out of ten of it comes from land rent and taxes. Your Majesty, the farmland has been in a state of decay. The civil and military officials colluded to eat empty wages and collect fugitives."  The benefits include even those who appropriate the land"

    Hu Guang was in a daze. He felt that the Ming Dynasty was now comparable to Zhenguan and Kaiyuan, and that the Yongle era would leave a heavy mark in history.

    But Fang Xing's memorial was like a slap, which hurt his face.

    "the tax burden in Southeast is the highest in the world, but the cultural and educational burden is also the highest in the world"

    Yang Rong was startled, looking at Hu Guang who was hanging his head in front of him, feeling some sympathy in his heart.

    This is really exposing the face of the so-called prosperous age that Hu Guang said!

    " Our court treats literati preferentially. Those who have won the imperial examination, Jinshi, and officials are not required to pay taxes. This has led to a strong trend of donations and the tax land has become less and less. However, the government still does not collect taxes from this place every year.  The reduction has caused the poor to become even poorer. When it comes time to pay taxes, most of them borrow money, pay it back with land when it is due, and the whole family flees"

    This is a war cry that accuses literati of being shameless!

    Zhu Yuanzhang gave preferential treatment to the gentry, but there were conditions: those whose families were poor and unable to provide enough food could be exempted by a petition from local officials.

    But now this policy of helping the literati in need has long been a tool for the gentry to make money crazily, and this is where land annexation comes from.

    Zhu Di waved his hand to temporarily stop the eunuch, and then asked: "When did the Ming Dynasty exempt people from taxes for the people who are promoted to Jinshi?"

    There was complete silence in the main hall (remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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