Chapter 1579 Food
On Broken Star Ridge.
Zhao Han was very satisfied lying in a beautiful dog house and surfing the Internet.
It’s not easy. I didn’t expect to come to this feudal martial arts world and regain the feeling of modern Internet surfing.
“I have received an edict that the magistrate of Luohe County has taken bribes, violated the law, and defrauded taxes and money. I will arrest him on the spot and interrogate him at the quarry in the city!”
"By the decree...behead!"
"By the decree...behead!"
"By the decree, the magistrate of Tushan County abides by the law and works conscientiously. He was promoted to three levels and was promoted to Tu. Shan Zhifu! "
In one day, fourteen magistrates were killed and five magistrates were promoted. This is the pinnacle of feudal imperial power.
Even on the verge of the end of the dynasty, it still has strong control and inertia.
The people applauded.
Some rebellions that were about to appear were temporarily suppressed with the use of the magistrate's head.
Of course Zhao Han knows that it is impossible to change the dynasty immediately with this Xiawang alone.
But she believes that there are many smart people, and they will find the most suitable usage -
Just like now, she saw a scene.
In the sky prison, two prisoners sat opposite each other. One was a middle-aged official with tender skin and tender flesh, and the other was an old man with a weathered face.
The official gentry asked: "I don't think the old gentleman is like a gentry. How could he be imprisoned in the sky prison? Only court ministers are imprisoned here."
The old man cried bitterly: "I was originally He was a carpenter and was asked by the internal prison to repair the Yanwei Hall. When I arrived, I walked up and down and touched it carefully and said, "The wood of this pillar is rotten from the root." A factory guard happened to pass by and I was arrested. ”
“The factory guard is hateful!” the middle-aged official gentry scolded.
“Did you come in like this too?” The old man then asked.
"Oh, I am the official responsible for repairing the Yanwei Palace. The other officials initially said that more money would be needed, but I only spent half of the money to repair it. In the end, they falsely accused me of doing it by cutting corners, so I was caught. You are right, the wood of this palace in Dayanchao is rotten from the root." The middle-aged official shook his head and sighed.
"In this world, good people suffer..." the old man sympathized.
Not long after, a factory guard walked in: "I hereby declare that XXX and XX are indeed grievances. They will be acquitted. Those who framed them will be punished."
Then he closed the door again. Two people came in, one was a factory guard and the other was an official.
“He was the one who caught me!”
"He is the one who framed me!"
The carpenter and the officials kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Majesty, your Majesty!"
They had no idea that what happened to them was exactly what they had believed before. The emperor caused it.
Zhao Han laughed out loud.
Then she changed her mind and saw another place.
A small island on the sea is covered in green shade, and among the green shade, there is a group of cannibals.
Three people appeared on the island, namely a Tatar with a money rat tail, a Japanese pirate holding a sword, and a skinny big Yan man.
They were soon captured by the cannibal chief.
The chief said to them: "If you can tell me something that we don't have here, I can spare you. If you can't tell me, I will eat you all!"
The Japanese pirates were full of confidence: "You definitely don't have a sword!"
The chief laughed so hard that he asked his men to take out the sword they had just captured from the Japanese pirates.
The Japanese pirates were eaten while screaming.
The Tatars were very frightened. After glancing around, they said to the chief tremblingly: "You don't have braids."
The chief smiled again: "This is simple."
He directly asked his men to imitate the Tatars and shave off a money rat tail, so the Tatars were also eaten.
However, Dayan Ren has always been calm and calm, watching with cold eyes.
When it was his turn, he asked: "You must not have three wages."
The chief panicked and thought for a long time before saying: "Indeed, no." Then he said: "I know you don't have it, but I also have a question."
"Excuse me, sir." The chief said respectfully.
"Since you don't have three wages, how do you learn to eat people?" Dayan asked.
Seeing this, Zhao Han was stunned.
At this moment, a voice in the sky roared: "Three rates? Yang Xiang said that only increase income will be provided to those who have land, and the poor will not have land, so they will not receive it; and the three rates in total are only one acre. If the land harvests five more kilograms of rice, why do we have to force people to eat people?”
This voice is full of majesty, but there is also unconcealable fear and uneasiness in the majesty.
"Are we only collecting five more kilograms of rice from those who have land?" The scrawny man, still calm and calm, said to the sky, "Why do we see the landlord not collecting it, but specifically collecting it? We tenant farmers are charged two taels of silver per acre of land! Two taels of silver is equivalent to one hundred and fifty kilograms of rice!”
The voice in the sky was silent.
…………
The emperor was silent.
Only today did he realize that what he had seen and heard before was ridiculous.
What ministers are disloyal, what factory guards are dishonest...
What is floating around, what selling one’s official position...
Those are important, but not important.
The most critical part was not seen clearly until today.
There is something wrong at the root.
It is obviously a tax on landowners, it is obviously a tax on landowners, it is obvious that the income is only 6 jins of rice, but in the end, 150 jins are collected from the tenant farmers who have nothing!
A full twenty-five times!
No wonder we have to rebel, it’s impossible not to rebel!
Who can afford to farm this land?
One acre of dry land only yields one to two hundred kilograms of millet a year, which is not even enough to pay taxes!
The emperor completely understood.
If he hadn't seen this, he might have been destroyed by the imperial court. He still didn't understand what the problem was, and could only simply blame it on the bastards of the ministers.
Why, why didn’t the factory guards say it, the ministers didn’t say it, the eunuchs didn’t say it?
Don’t they even know?
No, it’s because they all have one!
Just like the military pay, everyone has a share, but the most important soldiers are not.
The same goes for taxes. The landless tenants who should not be levied the most are taxed entirely on them. The gentry who should be levied the most are not paying taxes!
This is not just about killing one or two county magistrates.
What to do?
The emperor felt a huge thing, emitting a foul smell, attacking him.
Among them, below are the wailing tenant farmers, above are the cruel officials waving whips, above them are the masters pretending to be deaf and mute, and at the top is the crumbling court.
And he was standing on the top of the behemoth, looking majestic, but he would be overwhelmed by its stench at any time and then buried.
So many of his previous ambitions, and so many strategies and strategies given by civil servants, are all ridiculous in front of this behemoth.
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“Teacher, do you think this emperor can solve this problem?” Zhao Han murmured to himself.
Yes, no matter how stupid she is, at this level, she can still guess that the blind boy should be played by the teacher.
Otherwise, who could, in the context of feudal martial arts, interconnect everyone's thoughts and form such a miracle as the world network?
"What teacher? I don't understand what you are talking about. I am not your master, and you are not allowed to mention it to others. Otherwise, if you let me hear it, I will pull out your soul and suppress it forever. On the cannibal island, people eat them like dog meat every day." Wen Rensheng pretended to be deaf and mute.
He cannot admit that this identity is his.
Blind and ugly, Li Xuan has turned into Tieguai Li.
“Oh, do you want it to be so scary?” Zhao Han felt a chill in his back.
"Okay, the emperor can't solve this problem, but someone can." Wen Rensheng quickly changed the subject.
We can’t let this girl think about it any longer.
"Who can solve it?" Zhao Han's attention was indeed diverted.
"Those children you teach."
(End of Chapter)