Chapter 621 Encouraging Merchants, the Winter of the Spo Family

"...If you have enough food and clothing, you will know the honor and disgrace. Your Majesty, I think that business taxes can be collected, but the people still have no money left, so we must exclude the people's daily necessities."

"The Ming Dynasty does not need the country to be rich and the people poor. The country and the people should go hand in hand. The people's wealth makes the country rich. Taxation is a tool to adjust the rich and the poor. It should be used with caution, but it cannot be used..."

The eunuch personally read this memorial, but he paused at this point, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "I heard that all people are equal, and I believed it at first, but after experiencing it, I realized that it was absurd. It starts with those who live in the temple, followed by officials. , again literati, four are merchants, five are civilians, six are soldiers, seven are craftsmen and lowly people..."

All the officials below were coughing uncomfortably, but the eunuch continued to read: "Fortunately, the imperial examinations can be passed to the sky, but how many people are there in one batch? There is no communication between the seventh class, and the gap is self-generated."

"And taxation is the means to rob the rich and help the poor. Da Ming should try to maintain relative fairness as much as possible. Otherwise, the rich will get richer and the poor will get poorer. Just like a dry woodpile, natural disasters and man-made disasters are sparks..."

After reading the memorial, Zhu Di said: "All the people in Yangzhou Prefecture have been captured, the navy has divided the water and sea routes to the north and south, and the salt administration has subsided."

The officials below blinked their eyes, waiting for Zhu Di's opinion on the memorial.

But after Zhu Di said a few words dryly, he let people go.

Out of the main hall, Yang Shiqi and Hu Guang walked together, he said with a smile: "Uncle Xing's move is unreasonable, he probably saw the hope of open source in Yangzhou Mansion, but he stretched his sword at the rich and powerful, really Treat yourself as invulnerable!"

Hu Guang stopped suddenly, and said sideways: "Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there have been different opinions on taxation. Today, the policy of Emperor Gaozu Gao is no longer feasible. First focus on business, and then taxation, Fang Xing The meaning is to let the water flow first, and after converging into a river, go to the middle and then scoop water from the river! Do you understand?"

Yang Shiqi suddenly realized: "Does Fang Dehua want the court to simply set a tax-free period, encourage the world to do business, and levy taxes after the businessmen get rich?"

Hu Guang nodded and shook his head again: "That person probably wants to enrich the people, but it's not easy to say! The old man has never thought about this, but the Ming Dynasty should be based on agriculture. Encouraging businessmen, this is putting the cart before the horse. Xinghe Bo took it for granted."

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"No, I don't think encouraging businessmen is putting the cart before the horse."

Fang Xing received a letter from Jie Jin, and he analyzed it with a smile: "Businessmen, you know what you need. Let me make an analogy, the north produces wheat, while the south produces rice, but the north likes pasta. Is rice really not delicious? ?”

Huang Zhong thought for a while: "Uncle, I think it's still a matter of price. Before the opening of the canal, the rice from the south was sent to the north. After layers of consumption, the price is not as good as the wheat grown in the north."

"That's what a businessman does."

Fang Xing talked eloquently: "If this matter is done by a businessman, then he will naturally analyze the needs of the north, what can make money and what will lose money, and then he will pass this information on to others directly or indirectly. At that time, those people will naturally produce or plant according to the demand, which is a kind of progress, to detect the needs, guide the production, and activate the market!"

"As for worrying about the people's abandonment of farming, does this mean that merchants make money very easily?"

Fang Xing said with a smile: "The people of Ming Dynasty are the most cautious. They feel that this life is enough to guard the fields. If there is no big temptation, you want them to change their careers? That is a dream! And if the people are bewitched,

That is simpler, directly using taxation to regulate the market. "

Huang Zhong asked, "What if all merchants make a lot of money?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Fang Xing pointed at Huang Zhong and said with a smile: "Bo Lu, Bo Lu, you are in the middle of the game! If the merchants are making a lot of money, then my Daming must be extremely rich, won't the court raise the price of food? "

"Hey!"

Huang Zhong patted himself on the forehead, and said with a smile: "You can see the leopard! If you are extremely rich, the people will definitely have more money in their hands. Raising the price of grain will allow the farmers to farm the land with peace of mind, and even divide the land more, so that the income of the farmers will catch up. .”

Fang Xing smiled and said nothing, at that time, of course Daming's territory will be more than that, a farming family will own a lot of land.

"Master, Mr. Fu is asking to see you."

Xiaodao was practicing handwriting outside the door and guarding the door. After reporting for Fu Xian, his eyes rolled.

"Please come in. You continue to practice calligraphy!"

Fang woke up and heard Fu Xian's laughter before reaching the door.

"Uncle, the last batch of salt has been loaded on the ship, I'm leaving now."

Fu Xian's laughter is extremely contagious and can make people feel better for no reason.

Fang Xingxu gave a support, and said with a smile: "Although you didn't have any military achievements this time, if you can send the salt to various places in time, you must have made a lot of contributions, and His Majesty will definitely have something to say about it."

Fu Xian grinned and said: "The last time I was an official in Taizhou, I knew that I would have meat to eat with my uncle. Besides, the official and my uncle are also destined! The fleet happened to meet my uncle going to Yangzhou when the fleet was practicing nearby. This is not fate. What! Hahahaha!"

After sitting down, Fang Xing knew that Fu Xian was short on time, so he hurriedly asked, "How are the Japanese pirates doing recently?"

Fu Xian said: "Very rarely, since the battle of Taizhou Mansion, those Japanese pirates seem to be a little timid. Occasionally, they will meet sporadic small groups, and when they are captured, ask them, saying that uncle, your name can be stopped among Japanese pirates." Hey, unless you went to the north, those Japanese pirates must not dare to come again."

As he spoke, Fu Xian looked at Fang Xing with reverence.

But Fang Xing just smiled slightly: "The shogunate is still unable to convince the public. The domestic struggle in the Japanese kingdom will continue for a while, and the number of Japanese pirates will increase accordingly. It should not be underestimated!"

Fu Xian nodded, Fang Xing continued, "How about North Korea?"

"North Korea has a good relationship with the Tsushima Zongshi, but according to the officials, the Zongshi is seeking skin from a tiger."

After sending Fu Xian away, Fang Xing said to Huang Zhong: "It is impossible for Daming to attack North Korea for no reason, unless North Korea wiped out the three guards of Jianzhou, so now we have to look at the methods of the Sibo family!"

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But the Sibo family is in a precarious situation at this time.

Shibo Yichun sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the withered flowers and plants outside the pavilion, he couldn't help sighing: "Father was not happy in Koyasan, and those monks didn't give him dignity. I really want to burn it down!"

Ueda Bing, a retainer at the side, bowed and said, "My lord, be careful with your words, you must know that walls have ears."

Shiba Yijun smiled bitterly and said: "Ever since I was dismissed by the general from the position of leader, I have long been ashamed. If it wasn't for Yoshimoto who met the grandson's teacher from the Ming people, I would have wanted to leave here a long time ago and stay away from this place." all of these."

Ueda Bing looked coldly and said: "My lord, the Shiba family has a foundation after all. See what that Xing Hebo means, as long as we give benefits, can we..."

"No!"

Shibo Yichun shook his head and said: "Even if the Ming people came to help, but the sea is vast, how many people can they come? Who can rely on for food supplies? How can we deal with ourselves after failure? What if the Ming people don't leave after victory? These problems can't be solved. Clearly, I dare not give birth to such a heart.”

Ueda Bing said viciously: "My lord, the Ming people are far away from our country. If they don't leave after they come, can they withstand the consumption?"

In this era, if you want to garrison troops in remote places, if it is difficult to supply, it will definitely not last long.

"As long as the Ming army can't stay for a long time, why don't we dare? In the worst case, if we fail, we will go to the islands. Then we will see the Ming people fighting against the shogunate, and we will be in an invincible position!"

Shiba Yijun sighed slightly: "Let's see about this matter, but Yoshimoto's letter should be coming soon, let's see what that Xing Hebo means. Hey! Have those butterflies changed?"

Fang Xing moved Shibo Yichun with a sentimental and lingering story, but he was still restless after all, so he didn't have time to look at the butterfly that was said to be a pair of incarnations of a man and a woman.

Ueda Bing said in astonishment: "My lord, I have been traveling to and from various places recently, and it seems that no one has taken care of that field for a long time."

Shibo Yichun said with a wry smile: "Forget it, that Uncle Xinghe must have just been emotional for a while, let those moths fend for themselves!"

A cold wind blew through, rustling the trees in the courtyard.

winter is here!

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