Emperor Ming Dynasty

When Chen Yongfu arrived at Liaohekou, Li Jingwu had already captured Taiping Fort and was defending the city.

"How did Jianu come so fast?"

With the sea breeze blowing, Chen Yongfu stood on the farm tower, all he could see were the soldiers of the Beijing camp and the tent that could not be seen to the side.

He was not wearing armor, but wearing a strong suit and a short gun around his waist, making him look heroic.

"It is estimated that he came regardless of the luggage." On the side, the burly Yan Guochao, like a mountain, sheltered him from the wind and rain.

"Maybe it's because he's afraid of death!" Wang Guangen said calmly, "After all, it's too close to Shenyang."

"Along the Liaohe River, you can go straight to Liaoyang."

Prime Minister Hui Deng, who is in charge of the navy, couldn't help cooperating and said: "As long as the army moves forward, our navy will definitely keep the supplies and food."

"It's work."

Chen Yongfu nodded to Prime Minister Hui Deng, and then said to the generals:
"Everyone usually works as idle errands in the Governor's Mansion, but now it's different, and we need to work hard."

As he spoke, he cupped his hands and raised them towards the west, which was the direction of Beijing, with a respectful expression on his face: "In this battle, more than 30 troops were mobilized, with more than [-] civilians, [-] livestock, and tens of thousands of ships."

"Your Majesty's high expectations, can I live up to them?"

"How dare you disobey your orders?"

A group of Hou Bozi men responded in unison, with an astonishing momentum, and they looked very motivated.

"Expel Jian slaves, rebuild mountains and rivers—"

The military judges passed on the compiled slogans, and the morale of the army was shocked for a while.

After boosting morale, Chen Yongfu held a meeting, and all the princes came and went, the earl could only take the next seat, and the son had no place at all, so he could only listen.

"This battle is the last battle to clean up Liaodong, and it is also a battle to wash away the shame. You must remember that Jiannu will jump the wall in a hurry and be stubborn to the end. You must stabilize the morale of the army..."

Chen Yongfu stood up, with deep sadness in his brows and eyes.

In Liaodong, it is completely unfamiliar and no longer belongs to the Ming Dynasty. For the soldiers, it belongs to fighting in a different place, which is extremely disadvantageous.

What's more, facing the fierce Jianu, this must be a tragic fight.

It was originally planned to win Liaoyang before a decisive battle, but it seems unlikely.

He glanced at Prime Minister Whedon and heaved a sigh of relief. As long as the navy is around, he can have a way out at any time, which is great.

It seems that the plan has to be changed again.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Yongfu made a new deployment.

……

At the same time, the entire north is busy with the war.

With the progress of the times and the leap forward in the military, the importance of logistics materials has been raised to an irreplaceable position.

For example, gunpowder, as long as the knife is not rolled up, you can continue to fight on the battlefield, but now as long as there is no gunpowder, the muskets and artillery will be dumb, and it will become a naked fight.

Food has come second to logistics.

"Your Majesty, it's the busy season of farming, and the recruitment of such a large-scale corvee must reduce production."

On the road from Beijing to Tianjin, the scorching sun is baking the earth, but the vehicles transporting food, grass and equipment are still in an endless stream, forcing pedestrians to the side of the road.

Hundreds of thousands of civilians were conscripted and forced to resume the war involving the fate of the Ming Dynasty. There were endless complaints, but no one dared to resist.

More than ten thousand Beijing camps are constantly patrolling the entire Shuntian Mansion to prevent turmoil from happening at this critical moment.

Zhang Shenyan wore a bamboo hat to hide his appearance, and stood behind the emperor, sighing softly.

"I know what you mean."

Zhu Yixi shook his head, and the bamboo hat on his head swayed: "Remove Shuntian Mansion's field tax this year!"

"Your Majesty is wise." The cabinet ministers accompanying the imperial driver praised him one after another.

In the second year of Shaowu, the three-year tax exemption and two-and-a-half-year tax policy was implemented. Shuntian Mansion needs to pay half tax this year, but now it has been reduced or exempted.

This is a great thing for the common people.

However, in one of Zhang Juzheng's whipping methods, corvee, land tax, and Dingyin have long been included in it, that is to say, ordinary people do not need to serve corvee after paying grain taxes.

However, how can the showdown of local officials disappear, let alone cheap corvee.

In the later period, the money was basically collected and the corvee was served.

In the Yongzheng period, the practice of gentry and gentry paying food for errands is the best proof of the resurgence of corvee.

In fact, according to the one-whip law, the gentry and common people would not have to serve corvee.

The same is true for the big-talking "Ban Ding Ru Mu". Ding Yin has long been merged into a whip silver, which is the result of its re-emergence.

But in the later period, the old age repeated itself. After all, it can be in vain. Who wants to spend money?
After paying the money, they still serve corvee, and the untouchables don't want to do corvée?rebelled.

Therefore, Zhu Yixi originally planned to follow the example of his family, but after looking carefully one by one, Zhang Juzheng had already done this, so why not just pick up people's teeth?

If this is done again, isn't it equivalent to increasing taxes?
The resumption of corvee has already made Zhu Yixi feel guilty, how can he torture the people again?

As for the return of fire consumption to the public, with the large-scale popularization of silver coins and copper coins, fire consumption has gradually disappeared.

The only biggest dilemma is that the gentry should pay for their errands as a whole.

For corvee, Zhu Yixi was very generous and exempted him.

After all, when they finally get admitted to the scholar list, and they go home to retire as officials, and you let them serve corvee, isn't that pushing them elsewhere?

In the feudal era, these people were the foundation!
This is equivalent to cutting welfare and taking dead wages in public affairs. Who can bear it?
Who is an official without some privileges?
After Qianlong succeeded to the throne, he immediately abolished the integration of gentry and errands.

However, corvee can be exempted, but taxation is practiced and pushed to the whole country.

"Your Majesty, are you worried about the Liaodong military?" Seeing that the emperor was still in deep thought, Lu Daqi immediately jumped out.

This boldness surprised the others, and their eyes were full of blame.

This guy really has no rules.

"No." Zhu Yixi didn't care, just sighed: "I've been planning the Liaodong War for half a year, and now I can only leave it to the soldiers in front to decide the outcome."

"Furthermore, it won't work this year, and next year, it won't work this time, and next time, Liaodong must recover no matter what."

After saying that, the emperor squatted down, grabbed a handful of dust with his hands, and made a ball in his hand with all his strength, before throwing it away again.

All this may seem a bit child's play, but this is the emperor's performance, and every move has a deep meaning.

"In the past few years, the north has been exempted from taxes for three years. This summer, grain taxes will be levied, and after two years of half tax, there will be full taxes. Can the people in the north bear it?"

Zhu Yixi clapped his hands, shook off the dry dust in his hands, and washed his hands with clean water to dry them, as if nothing happened just now.

The four people behind were lost in thought.

As for taxation, as early as the shogunate period, it was completely different from the imperial court.

In the Ming Dynasty, the land tax was [-] cents, and after a whip, it was almost [-] cents, that is, the land was good or bad, ranging from one cent, two cents, and three cents of silver.

One tael of silver is equal to one hundred cents.

That is to say, the minimum payment is ten cash per mu of land.

However, this is only in theory.