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Chapter 641 The Emperor¡¯s New Clothes and the Ten Sticks of Responsibility

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    Zhu Di¡¯s expression remained normal, but what he said was frightening.

    "Here comes someone."

    "Your Majesty!"

    Hu Guang¡¯s body trembled, but he didn¡¯t wait for the order to be sent to prison.

    "Go and call Uncle Xinghe."

    After the others left, Zhu Di sneered and said, "If that guy dares to talk nonsense, I will never spare him!"

    Several people in the hall adjusted their standing postures uneasily, and then continued to deal with political affairs.

    Who doesn¡¯t know this these days?  As long as you win the lottery, you no longer need to report it, you will just be exempted from food.

    Farmers who donate their money to the homes of juren, jinshi, and officials are blessed. Although they only change the tax payer to the owner's family, they can pay a lot less every year and the family will have a lot more to eat.

    Time is passing, and the atmosphere in the hall is getting more and more dull, as if someone has added adhesive to the air, making it difficult to breathe.

    After hesitating for a moment, Yang Rong gritted his teeth and stood up. Under Zhu Di's deep gaze, he said: "Your Majesty, the preferential treatment given to the gentry today is indeed excessive. Most of them are free of money and food."

    Hu Guang's body relaxed instantly, and then he said: "Your Majesty, the gentry is the foundation of our Ming Dynasty. Once they are alienated, the empire will be in chaos. I remember the annual tax amount of the Ministry of Household Affairs. If the country has more than enough, why not"

    Everyone¡¯s position is different. Hu Guang¡¯s position is that of ¡®chief assistant¡¯, but don¡¯t forget that he also has another identity, that is, a disciple of Confucianism.

    "Your Majesty, Uncle Xinghe has arrived."

    Fang Xing entered the palace and after saluting, Zhu Di asked: "How do you know that most gentry are exempt from food?"

    Fang Xing pointed at himself and said: "Your Majesty, before I was granted the title of Xinghe, Fangjiazhuang had already exempted money and food, and no one from the first village has ever come to collect taxes"

    Hu Guang clenched his fists with both hands and said: "Your Majesty, Xinghe Bo is a young man from an ordinary family. The local magistrate just exempted his family's money and food as a rule."

    Fang Xing smiled and said: "This is true. After I woke up, I happened to meet the grain director asking for food. But what I want to say is that when I was in Beiping Mansion, none of the students who passed the exam did not pay for food! And  "

    "Xing Hebo!"

    Jin Youzi raised his eyebrows and said, "It is an ancestral system to give preferential treatment to the gentry."

    "Shut up!"  Otherwise, all the literati in the world will hate you.

    Fang Xing glanced at Zhu Di, and then said calmly: "What's the benefit to the country?"

    Zhu Di narrowed his eyes and said nothing. The gentry was indeed the foundation of Ming Dynasty's rule. Once it collapsed, it would mean the collapse of Ming Dynasty.

    So why after Zhu Yuanzhang, the gentry of the Ming Dynasty became the truly privileged class? The reason is that this force is too great, and it will trigger a backlash if you are not careful.

    Jin Youzi said loudly: "It can stabilize villages and counties and benefit our country."

    Fang Xing showed a sarcastic look and asked: "But by annexing land and taking on lawsuits, are we going to benefit Sangzi? Oh! I also forgot that they don't have to pay money and food. All the taxes that should be paid to them are being paid to the people in their hometown.  On top of that, is this going to benefit Sangzi?"

    hehe!

    Seeing Jin Youzi's face turning red and unable to speak, Fang Xing said: "The provincial examination is held every few years, and each time there will be a batch of candidates like this, and then the number of fields included in the taxation will be reduced. I dare to ask all my lords,  If this situation continues for a hundred years, will the people of Ming Dynasty still have land to farm? Will anyone still pay taxes? "

    ¡°Alarmist!¡±

    Jin Youzi couldn¡¯t resist Fang Xing¡¯s rhetorical question, so he had to put a hat on his face.

    "When the world is peaceful, you are talking alarmist. Do you think that the people under your Majesty's rule are living in dire straits?"

    Fang Xing's eyes narrowed and he stared at Jin Youzi and said: "There is a country in the west, and its ministers are flattering. As time goes by, the king thinks he is a god, but the people are miserable"This is not a good idea!

    Jin Youzi¡¯s eyes almost burst out with fire, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Fang Xing.

    "It just so happened that a liar claimed that he could make beautiful clothes that were unparalleled in the world, and the king paid a lot of money for it. When the time came, the king found that the clothes were invisible to the naked eye and could not be touched. He had doubts in his heart. However, the ministers praised it, and the king wore it and swaggered through the market.  ¡­¡±

    "Fang Xing"

    Jin Youzi took a step forward and said angrily: "You are rude!"

    Zhu Di looked at Fang Xing playfully and listened to him continue to tell the story.

    In Xia Yuanji's worried eyes, Fang Xing continued: "The carriage was arrogantly passing through the city, and the people dared not say anything when they saw it. The king thought that this attire was unparalleled in the world"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Go running!

    Xia Yuanji's eyelids were twitching wildly. He felt that Fang Xing had some intentions of Wei Zheng today and actually violated Yan Jin's admonishment.

    Fang Xing looked at Zhu Di calmly and said: "The king thought he was wearing clothes, and the people didn't dare to say anything. In the end, an ignorant little girl shouted"

    "enough!"

    Zhu Di kicked the imperial case over and shouted: "Fork it out! Ten sticks!"

    There was a guard outside the door who loudly agreed, then rushed in and grabbed Fang Xing's arms.

    Fang Xing did not resist and followed outside.

    Xia Yuanji couldn't help but persuade: "Your Majesty, Uncle Xinghe has a pure heart. Please forgive him this time."

    Zhu Di turned around and left. The eunuch quickly followed, but Huang Yan took this opportunity to go outside.

    Xia Yuanji stamped his feet, worried that Huang Yan would cause harm, and followed him out.

    Yang Rong smiled bitterly and said: "This is good, this is good, who is right and who is wrong?"

    Yang Shiqi sighed: "Uncle Xinghe is a brave man after all. He shouldn't say such things in front of His Majesty!"

    The two of them looked at Hu Guang, and then they realized that Hu Guang's face was actually ashen, and he was holding on tightly with his hands, his eyes wandering.

    "Master Hu?"

    Yang Shiqi asked tentatively.

    Yang Rong couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Master Hu, do you think ten sticks are not enough?"

    Hu Guang glanced at him and said coldly: "Divide and rule! You and I have been fooled by Fang Dehua and we don't even know it!"

    Yang Shiqi said in surprise: "But how dare he risk everything like this?!"

    Hu Guang lowered his eyes and said, "How dare he not!"

    Several people walked outside the hall and saw that Fang Xing had been tied to a bench, with two guards standing beside him, and Huang Yan was in jail.

    Xia Yuanji saw the board with red paint falling off, and couldn't help but said anxiously: "Please be gentle while you wait."

    Huang Yan smiled gloomily: "Master Xia, the palace has already established a routine regarding the importance of this board, so there is no need to worry."

    But as soon as he finished speaking, Huang Yan winked at the two Jin Yiwei, clearly asking them to take heavy action.

    "Huang Yan! Do you dare?"

    Xia Yuanji shouted angrily.

    One of the Jinyi guards came over with a piece of cork, ready to stuff it into Fang Xing's mouth.

    When Fang Xing saw the tooth marks on it, he shook his head and said, "No, Fang!"

    ¡°You really don¡¯t need it?¡±

    The Jin Yiwei said in surprise: "You will bite your tongue by then."

    Fang Xing shook his head resolutely and said, "I won't bite you even to the death."

    Huang Yan said cheerfully: "Since Uncle Xinghe doesn't need it, let's not force it and do it."

    Hu Guang stared at the board and murmured: "Under three trees, what can you ask for? Your Majesty, why do you want to balance! Isn't Confucianism good enough?"

    Yang Rong sneered and said: "Let's discuss the matter and give preferential treatment to the gentry! Uncle Xinghe is right. If this continues, sooner or later the people of the Ming Dynasty will have no place to stand, and then there will be wars everywhere!"

    Hu Guang was furious: "Without gentry, how could you and I come from here? Without gentry, how could the Ming Dynasty be stable!"

    "here we go¡­¡­"

    Yang Shiqi did not participate in the debate. When he saw the two boards raised, he couldn't help but sigh: "Ten sticks are too many!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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