In the lobby of the Nanjing Governor's Office.

Niu Qianshi and all the officials were shocked. The first thunder in the third year of Longqing came earlier than before.

In fact, in terms of flat chests, officials welcome these two new policies.

Especially the one-whip method.

You should know that most of the taxes collected by the government were grain, silk cotton, dried bamboo shoots, tea and other local specialties. The corvee labor was taken over by the smelly civilians. There were only a few small taxes such as the door-spreading silver and the house-sliding tax, so you could see some money.

In addition to Nanjing and Suzhou, a large city with prosperous industry and commerce, the counties below will receive a few thousand taels of silver a year and will receive Amitabha Buddha.

Moreover, those physical taxes are not easy to preserve, and the south of the Yangtze River is humid, with great losses every year and are not easy to cash out. Officials can only eat, drink, and get some at most. It is very difficult to make some money, so life is not affordable.

Now that the new policy is implemented, all taxes, labor service is reduced to silver. Not only is it convenient to collect and reduce losses, everyone's income will also be improved. Naturally, officials support it with both hands and feet.

"I am worthy of being the Chief of the Central Committee. Both these new policies are very beneficial to the court and the people!" Niu Qianshi said that after a New Year, he became more and more skillful in flattering.

"Only if the Chief Secretary proposes such a bold revolution, the court will approve it!" Member Wang quickly followed.

"It's a pity that the Southern Ministry of Revenue is as timid as a mouse." Haidou said very angrily: "It still insists on the transfer of grain from Susong's two prefectures to the capital, and still has to collect rice... I don't know how many years the people of these two prefectures have been paying taxes by buying rice, so why do you have to do this again?"

"Guo Butang may be worried. If it rashly changes to cash collection, the government will purchase grain from the grain. There will be no danger in the good year, but what should I do if the grain price rises in the year of disaster? Once the whole grain cannot be purchased, everyone will have to sit on wax."

Niu Qianshi comforted from the side: "We should ensure the stability of the supply of grain."

"To put it bluntly, the government is unwilling to take risks." Hai Rui snorted. The people bought grain in a scattered manner, so how can the government buy grain in a centralized manner? What is the safe and cost-effective way to buy grain in a centralized manner?

Of course, the government will bear certain risks in this way, but will the people not take risks when buying grain? When the grain is expensive in the year of disaster, I wonder how many people spend their entire family to buy grain and pay taxes?

Moreover, the food consumption and freight costs are all large. The government will purchase centrally and transport them uniformly, which will naturally greatly reduce these unnecessary costs... Perhaps because of this, some people are unwilling to dispose of grain into silver to collect them?

In fact, the same is true for "force labor and silver". What Hai Rui and Zhao Hao originally planned to completely spread the resident into the acres without considering the resident. This design is the most reasonable for landlords who have land pay for money and hire poor people without land to serve the government.

But the Nanjing Ministry of Revenue obviously did not dare to take responsibility for the people without land. After all, those censors who were stubborn always believed that this would collapse the tax revenue of the court and cause chaos in social security.

Therefore, it is not easy for Guo Butang to agree to the change of Yingtian Ten Mansions to this point, and Hai Rui can no longer force anything.

"But these two new policies are quite unfavorable to wealthy families and wealthy landlords. Should we take some precautions?" an official suggested.

"That's right, so I have to step up the lawsuit!" Hai Rui nodded and said in a deep voice: "When the other major households in each prefecture are like landlords in Suzhou, they will be honest."

"Haha..." The officials couldn't help laughing. The case was sentenced but not executed, just like a knife hanging around the neck. Who dared to jump around?

"Then Zhongcheng, where is our next stop?" Niu Qianshi was ready to rub his hands, his nose was filled with white breath.

"Songjiang!" Hai Rui cut off the railway.

When the officials heard this, they looked shaking. They did not forget what is the primary task of Hai Gong coming to Yingtian.

"Zhongcheng, when will we set out?"

"Don't worry, wait until the people get news and make up their emotions before talking about it." Hai Rui said lightly.

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Songjiang Prefecture, Huating, Tuisi Garden.

Mr. Xu spent the most deserted year since he passed the Jinshi. Except for the villagers who really couldn't hide their face and could not leave their ties with each other, no one came to greet him. Even when Ding You was in the family, he was suppressed by Zhang Cong, he never had such a miserable life.

This made the Xu Fan brothers very angry, but Mr. Xu had no experience of the storm. He had long been used to the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and was neither angry nor annoyed, and sang opera in the garden all day long.

On the stage today, Xu Ge Lao looked like a green-clothed person and was singing the newly released "Du Shiniang".

I saw him pinching the orchid finger, singing gracefully:

"Then Li Lang was a greedy person who failed the beauty with a kind heart.

It’s okay to say anything to others.

Du Shiniang was full of hatred, but she hated her lifelong misleading her love man.

Talking about your husband, I just regretted that I had no opinion at the beginning.

It turns out that you are just pretending to be full of heart."

Mr. Xu has been concentrating on polishing his singing style for the past six months, and his level is much higher than that in the capital. He really sang Du Shiniang's sadness of "holding ice in her arms, heartbroken" on her face.

However, even the entire music team that originally accompanied the music, there was only one who was pulling the Sanxian and the other holding the pipa. His eldest son had to play the flute himself before he could make do with the accompaniment.

Mr. Xu was sobbing and crying, but he saw Xu Ying running onto the stage in a panic and almost tripping over the stairs.

He waved a ragged notice and shouted in panic: "Father, father, it's not good."

"What happened again~~~" Xu Ge Lao looked calm, but forgot to change the opera tone back to the normal tone of speaking.

Xu Ying stepped forward and presented the notice.

Xu Fan waved his hand, and the two musicians quickly stepped down and avoided.

Mr. Xu held the notice in both hands, looked at the contents on his head, and his face gradually turned pale, and he was dizzy and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Xu Fan quickly helped his father.

"Where is this??" Xu Jie's face turned gloomy, and he no longer saw the previous calm.

"The post from the prefect's office. When our family saw it, they quickly tore it off and sent it to me." Xu Ying said with a sad face: "The man surnamed Hai is going to attack us!"

Xu Fan took the notice from his father and saw that it was the two new policies announced by the Governor's Office. His face gradually became gloomy.

He knew what his father was most afraid of. Such a big thing would require approval from the Nanjing Ministry of Revenue to implement it. But until the Governor's Office issued the notice and posted it all, his Xu family was still kept in the dark!

If you buy and install people in government offices at all levels, there are not a hundred or eighty. How could you not know anything about it?
Chapter completed!