Outside Chang'an City, Tianjiazhuang.

A Wei River waves eastward. When it flows through Tianjiazhuang, it forked out a small river. This river flows through the village, flowing around the north, and flowing through Han Yue’s old house.

It is still that small yard, still leaning against that small river.

Several old farmers were plowing the fields with iron pears, and a group of children ran wildly in the fields like a joy. In the distance, the water wheels roared, and the clear river water flowed in the ditches, reflecting the golden sunshine like fish scales. The occasional mooing sound of cows, and the sound of the old farmers grinning.

"Pastoral life is so good!" In Han Yue's old house, Li Shimin stood at the door of the yard with his hands behind his back. The emperor looked into the fields in the distance and sighed softly.

Han Yue stood next to the emperor, and the father and son were not far apart. Li Shimin expressed his pastoral scenery, but Han Yue expressed his slightly bleak feeling.

He also looked into the fields in the distance and suddenly said softly: "The old farmer lives in the mountains with poor living in the mountains, and cultivates three or four acres of mountain fields. The seedlings are too heavy to eat, so they are imported into the official warehouse and turned into soil..."

This poem made Li Shimin stunned, and the emperor's face changed slightly.

Han Yue glanced at the emperor, then slowly let out a breath and murmured: "Father, the agricultural tax is still too high. One tenth of the income from the people's farming in a year must be paid to the court. Even if the weather is good, it is still difficult to have a well-off life."

Li Shimin clenched his fists and couldn't help but defend himself: "Why is it one tenth? It's obviously thirty tax one! I have set this rule since the first year of Zhenguan, and it has never changed in the past twelve years."

"Father, you are wrong. It's not thirty taxes, but one tenth!"

Han Yue let out a sigh again and said with a dim look: "Although you have collected thirty taxes for agricultural taxes, you have not calculated the people's corvee, military service, and labor service. Each kind of corvee will cost the people a lot of time and effort, and time and effort are also their wealth."

Li Shimin was stunned for a moment and murmured: "Corresponsibility is also counted?"

"Count it!" Han Yuezheng pointed his head and said in a deep voice: "So the taxes in our dynasty are not thirty taxes, but one tenth. We have to take away a lot of people's annual production income."

Li Shimin breathed a sigh and said a little embarrassedly: "This is also impossible. The Tang Dynasty established a country with agriculture, and the court could only rely on the people. If they did not draw money from the people, the treasury would not be able to withstand it for even half a year."

"So, the people are very miserable!" Han Yue looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, murmuring and murmuring.

He watched the old farmers farm in the fields, rolled up their trousers and walked in the mud and water, and a trace of sadness flashed in his heart, and then said softly: "It's time to give back to the people. Father, it's time to give back to the people. All dynasties have built a country with agriculture, eating the people and drinking the people. If they are missing, take it from the people. Who wants to make the land without taxes?"

Li Shimin remained silent and said bitterly for a long time: "I don't have this ability now. The Tang Dynasty has to rely on agricultural taxes, and there is no agricultural tax to subvert it immediately..."

"Three years!" Han Yue suddenly spoke and interrupted the emperor, and said firmly: "In three years, I will ensure that there is no tax on land. The people who farm will no longer pay taxes, and will also issue them farming subsidies."

This is a major event done by a prime minister in later generations. People no longer have to pay taxes for farming. Not only does they have to pay taxes, but the country will also provide subsidies.

Han Yue came from that era. Although he was dissatisfied with many policies, he always admired the fact that farming was not taxed.

Now he has a high position in the Tang Dynasty and wants to accomplish this important thing in his heart.

To accomplish this big thing, we must first make the country extremely strong. Only when the economy is developed and commerce is prosperous can a country not be established by agricultural taxes.

So Han Yue wanted to conduct the imperial examination.

Only with the gathering of talents can Lingnan be developed in a large scale, overseas can we continue to explore, and ocean-going trade be carried out.

At this moment, two fast horses suddenly came from the road in the village. The horse knight immediately turned over from a distance, then knelt down on one knee with a thud, and said respectfully: "I have seen Your Majesty, and King Zhao."

Li Shimin's eyes flashed and said in a deep voice: "Get up and talk, the Dark Moon Dragon Guard generally won't disturb you. Tell me, what big thing happened?"

"It's not a big deal, but it's weird!"

The two knights looked at each other, and one of them took two steps forward and whispered: "It is precisely because it is too strange that Cheng Chumo asked us to report urgently. The first one has already brought people to investigate, and now he is afraid that he has already left Chang'an City."

"Has Cheng Chumo chased after him?" Li Shimin frowned, and then looked at Han Yue.

Both father and son were a little solemn in their eyes and hurriedly said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

The knight took out a roll of cloth from his arms, and there was no need to see the kind of letters tied to the claws of birds. He coughed gently and whispered: "Since last night, all the letters of birds were delivered to the headquarters of the twelve Dark Moon Dragon Guards in the Tang Dynasty. The news reported by each branch was very similar, all about the sudden death of poor people."

"What did you say? The scholar died suddenly?"

Han Yue took two steps forward, his face instantly became ferocious, and he shouted: "How many people died, where is the most serious? Has the cause been found? Is it a coincidence or a large-scale plague?"

He asked several questions in a row, his voice was extremely stern. The rider on the opposite side shrank his neck in fear and said carefully: "All the situation is unknown at present, so Cheng Shouzou will take people out to investigate. But Cheng Shouzou believes that this is not a coincidence, and it is likely that it is the killing caused..."

He stopped here and carefully said: "Shouzhu Cheng believes that the Dark Moon Dragon Guard is not strong enough to investigate and investigate the matter all over the world, so he asked the villain to come and report it urgently. He said that you will have a solution after hearing it."

"I understand, I'm going to borrow Qianlong from me!"

Han Yue nodded, suddenly turned around and shouted at the not far from the yard, saying, "Zixia, come here."

A crisp promise sounded from afar, and then a beautiful woman flashed over. This woman was Zixia, the Buddhist saint who was back then, and now the head of Qianlong.

Her face is definitely the best among the women of the world, but at this moment she was wearing a very simple long cloth skirt, a frame made of rattan in her hand, and sweat was clearly hanging on her pretty face and nose tips.

"What's the matter with my husband? I'm farming with my sisters Doudou. People mislead people for a while, and people mislead people for a year. If you have anything to do, please tell me quickly. I'll have to compete with them."

Han Yue took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The imperial examination scholar died suddenly. Cheng Chumo has gone out to investigate, but before it is found out, I will ask someone to report me."

Zixia's pupils shrank slightly, and she reacted instantly, frowned and said, "This shows that he felt that he was not strong enough, so he asked his husband for help?"

"good!"
Chapter completed!