Wu Zheng was stunned. At least from his own memory and personal experience, it was not the case at all.

At that time, a seventh-rank whistleman, in front of Zhang Guowei's home, he repeatedly said "great rebellious" words in front of the three of them, but he was not punished.

In the court, Zhang Huangyan, a mere seventh-rank censor, dared to point at Zhu Yihai's nose repeatedly, but he was not punished. The politics at this time was lenient, at least he had not been punished by hearing about the crime.

From the lives of the people in Shining Town and the past of Wuzhuang, I have never heard of anyone who is forced to survive by taxes.

Could it be that this is true?

Mo Ming said, "The excessive taxation of our court is all due to the advice of civil officials. If you have to make excessive statements, you can be moved by the superiors. This is understandable. But the fact is that in the 12th year of Chongzhen, the court's miscellaneous taxes were 3.78 million taels per year. This is a number except agricultural taxes, including salt, tea, wine, etc., which is spread to more than 10 million people in our court. Each person is less than 20 cents a year, which is converted into food, which is only ten kilograms of rice. Do you think our court's taxes are heavy?"

Wu Zheng was silent.

"In addition to Jiujiang, the other six Hexiwu, Linqing, Hushu, Beixin, Yangzhou and Huai'an are all along the canal; the taxation targets of the Chongwen Municipal Taxation are goods entering and leaving Beijing; the taxation of about 500,000 taels of taxes were concentrated along the canal and near Nanjing. At that time, the development of domestic trade routes had already been quite large, and the taxation and registration of taxable cards was relatively lagging, and even the establishment of key points in the rivers and lakes was difficult to fully establish."

"The annual commercial tax of Fenyang County, Shanxi is only 6,000 taels of silver. The local government has submitted a memorial to the court for too high taxes and requesting tax reductions. How ridiculous? In fact, this tax is very low in itself. The so-called high is also compared with the commercial tax that is almost no in other places. For example, Jiangnan, Boye should know that Jinhua County is already a very prosperous place. The commercial tax quota listed in it is less than seven taels per year, and these seven taels of commercial taxes are also owed to the court for three years. How ridiculous?"

Mo Zheng Nian drank a sip of tea, "Let's talk about the market tax. In the tenth year of Chongzhen, the imperial court's market tax was only 40,000 taels. According to Zheng Zhilong, the Nan'an Hou of Fujian, he ordered that all sea ships should not be allowed to be in power, and that the Zheng family's flag could not be used. Each ship was 2,000 taels per year, and the annual amount was 10 million, which was used to enrich the country. The tea tax was even more like a joke. Zhejiang is a world-famous tea-producing province, and the tea tax was only 6 taels a year."

"Looking at the previous dynasty, only one piece of salt was 6 million yuan during the Dali period of the Tang Dynasty, accounting for half of the income. In the late Shaoxing period of the Song Dynasty, the salt and tea goods were 24 million yuan, accounting for 50% of the annual income. By the Chunxi and Shaoxi periods, the tea, salt and wine goods were 37 million yuan, accounting for 60% of the annual income."

"Finally speaking, when it comes to temporary tax increases, the previous dynasty encountered wars, and temporary tax collection was common. When Emperor Suzong of Tang ascended the throne, he sent the censor Zheng Shuqing and others to Jianghuai, and the wealthy merchants in Shuhan were sent to collect two of them, which was called "sequential loans". All the roads also taxed merchants to support their troops, and those with one thousand money were taxed. This was equivalent to levied 20% of each merchant.

For example, Du You, the envoy of Du, planned to use troops from all roads, and paid more than one million guan a month. The treasury and treasury of the capital was not spent for several months. Qi, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, judged Du, as Zhao Zan, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, believed that the goods gathered in wealthy businessmen, and those who paid ten thousand guan a fortune would be kept ten thousand guan a job, and there were more officials to give them to the army. After the imperial edict, Wei Zhen, the young minister of Jingzhao, supervised Po Jun, and Xue Cuihe, the Chang'an Wei, took a car to search for people's wealth. He thought that it was untrue, and he even carried the list. People were injustice, and some people died of hang themselves. The capital was as if they were thieves, and they also used a burglar to collect money, goods, and stored grain, etc., and borrowed 20% or 30% of them."

"But when we arrived in our dynasty, when the Qing army was in a critical emergency, the emperor charged three additional fees, and they were all resisted by the important officials in the court. It is not said to be a strange talk throughout the ages."

At this time, Wu Zheng felt a suffocation in his chest, and he was not vomiting or smooth.

Looking at Mo Zhinian in front of him, Wu Zheng felt like he had seen a ghost.

What exactly does this old man want to do? After saying such a secret matter, what are the plans?

"Don't be obsessed with it, just say what you want, don't be concerned about it anymore." Wu Zheng said coldly.

Mo Zhinian was stunned, suddenly stood up and walked to Wu Zheng's side.

Under Wu Zheng's inexplicable gaze, he put his clothes on his clothes, then bent his knees and knelt down, bowed his hands to look at Wu Zheng and said, "If Lin'an Bo does not abandon him, I will take the Mo family with me, and I will be the master of the Lord. I will be loyal to you and will never betray you."

Wu Zheng's head was as messy as a ball of paste, and wait, he was here to attend the banquet today.

Then Mo Zhinian said that there was something to give advice.

Then we talked about the reasons for the demise of the Ming Dynasty.

Why did you suddenly have to be the leader of yourself and swear allegiance?

Could it be that there is another idea?

Wu Zheng felt a sense of fear of this old man from the bottom of his heart. This was not an ordinary profiteer. He had political insight and...ambitions that were different from ordinary merchants.

People without ambition will not care about how the Ming Dynasty perished, nor will they be as familiar as he is.

"Uh...Brother Mo, look, I came to the Mo Mansion to have a banquet without brushing my teeth and my face... I don't have to worry about this anymore. Why don't I ask me to reply to you in two days?"

"Lin'an Bo, I am full of sincere heart, only heaven can express it. Should I treat it as a bad person and ignore it?" Mo Guaninian's expression was solemn and his tone was calm.

Wu Zheng almost believed it.

But Wu Zheng knew that if the person in front of him was a twenty-year-old young man, that would be credible.

But this man is a man of 60s who has experienced the hardships, has a deep mind, and has a tragic experience in joining the Tartars. If he trusts him easily, he may even count the money for him if he sells him.

So Wu Zheng thought for a while and said, "Since Mr. Mo intends to join the position of his official, and is very familiar with the disadvantages of the Ming Dynasty, he naturally has a countermeasure. Why not talk about it and listen to me, how about it?"

Mo Zhinian looked at Wu Zheng for a while before nodding, "I should obey my orders."

So he kept kneeling and said, "I think that Hangzhou Prefecture has great convenience in occupying the sea estuary. As long as Boye forms a naval army, controls Wusongkou, sets up a maritime bureau, and collects tariffs, he can make a fortune. Not to mention the army of 70,000, even 170,000 yuan."

Wu Zheng asked tentatively: "How much money can you get in a year?"

Mo Zhongnian compared a finger.

Wu Zheng was a little interested, "The tariff on trade alone is one million taels, which is indeed enough for me to support these 70,000 soldiers."

Don’t expect Mo Zhongnian to shake his head and said, “My uncle is joking. What I am saying is not one million, but ten million.”

Wu Zheng spoke loudly and stared at Mo Zhinian in a daze. He really didn't believe his ears. Tens of millions of taels, is it possible?

This silver is not a stone, you can pick it up at will. Where does the white silver come from?
Chapter completed!