Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

Feng Xuanche has had a lot of headaches recently. Everyone has their own opinions about poverty alleviation, and there are all kinds of suggestions, and no one is allowed. However, none of these suggestions are useful, they are just garish.

He was piled up in a mountain of memorials every day, and he hadn't seen him for a few days. Not only did he lose a lot of weight, but he also grew older.

"What is the emperor's troubles about recently? You seem to be in a bad spirit." Du Xuechun put a chopsticks into Feng Xuanche's bowl, watching him look like he can't eat, knowing that he is thinking.

Feng Xuanche put down his chopsticks, frowned his sword eyebrows, and sighed: "The queen asked me to care about the poor people, but after so long, I still can’t think of a suitable idea how to help those poor people. Poor people? I proposed to pay the money directly from the court, but you rejected it at the time, and now I have no good ideas."

The table full of dishes seemed to be a burden in his eyes. When he thought of his own people, there might be many people who could not eat, Feng Xuan became irritable and willing to be hungry.

Du Xuechun saw his anxiousness. In fact, when she raised this matter, she thought that it was not so easy to solve.

"The reason I would deny the act of appropriating money from the court, does the emperor know why?"

"Are you afraid that these money will fall into the hands of corrupt officials?" Although Dashun hadn't rectified everything by him, Feng Xuan thought through his heart, at least on the bright side, those officials didn't dare to be too presumptuous, so he never gave up this idea.

Du Xuechun shook his head, took out the veil and wiped the corners of his mouth, and then slowly said: "The court can't support them for a lifetime. If they continue to allocate funds, they will only develop their inertia and become more and more lazy. The crops are deserted and the people are lazy. If things go on like this, those who can only support themselves will be moved badly."

"That will only harm them, not help them. The emperor should think of a once-and-for-all way to help them get rid of poverty, instead of funding them to get rid of poverty, do it yourself, there is nothing wrong with what the ancestors said. This is my ultimate meaning. "

Her words were eloquent, and they were very reasonable, Feng Xuanche thought for a while, and immediately understood the reason.

"It turns out that Chun'er thought was more thoughtful than me. Thanks to Chuner's reminder, I didn't do anything wrong." Feng Xuanche immediately dispelled the idea of ​​appropriation, but the dispelling of this idea made him even more confused about the situation in front of him. "However, even though that is the case, how can you help them?"

Du Xuechun pondered for a moment. After seeing the crystal clear white rice on the table, the misty heat exuded the unique fragrance of rice, but it gave her a good inspiration:

"The peasants depend on the land for their livelihoods and the heavens for their food. Many of the good and bad fields under the names of the dead are unclaimed and left unclaimed. But those who have survived left their homes and urgently needed a place to land. In this regard, they must have a place to live before they can proceed with the next thing, right?"

"I have thought about this a long time ago, and I have sent various officials to various towns and cities to collect unclaimed and abandoned fertile fields. After statistics, they will be transferred to the homeless farmers."

Feng Xuan Che is not an embroidered pillow, he still has a little brain for things like this.

"But Chun'er, there is one more thing, I need to ask your opinion."

"The emperor, please speak."

"Unclaimed fields are easy to collect, but it is not easy to distribute them to the victims. If someone pretends to claim it, it will be fined for the second time, but how should the fine be fined?"

This poverty alleviation matter is easy to say, but when it is really done, it turns out that there are so many details.

Mingying asked him to take all the food on the table. Feng Xuanche suggested that it is better to go outside and discuss the matter while walking. Du Xuechun agreed. The two walked out of Kunning Palace, the setting sun broke the moon, and the sky was already In gradual alternation.

"What did Chun'er think about what I asked you just now?"

Du Xuechun was very serious and contemplative along the way. Hearing his voice, he said: "In my opinion, good and bad fields should be counted separately, and they should not be rashly distributed to the poor. Local officials should go personally. Visited to find out how many people are homeless, refugees plus the poor, and how many are only the poor."

"These poor people also need to count, who have fields under their names, who do not have them, and how many good fields and bad fields are there. After counting the number of people and the amount of land, a certain proportion of good and bad fields will be distributed to the poor. And the implementation of settlement, how many family members, how many acres of land under their names, to ensure that the registration to the local government offices."

"One is to solve the problem of pretending to be the leader, and the other is to solve the problem of how to distribute.

Du Xuechun stopped and turned to look at Feng Xuanche, waiting for his comment on this idea.

"If there are more fields under the name, the imperial court will not reclaim them. The tax will be adjusted according to the good and bad fields, and will only increase and not decrease. For those who don’t have acres of land, the tax will not change, but after three years, the tax will be adjusted according to the harvest.

Feng Xuanche only thought for a while, and added so much on the basis of what Du Xuechun said, making this idea more perfect.

I am a commenter, and it is enough to be able to be accepted by Feng Xuanche. As for the things he added, Du Xuechun probably felt that there was no problem on the whole, so he stopped expressing opinions. The harem is closely related to the previous court, even if she is favored. But it doesn't mean that she will intervene in government affairs unscrupulously.

The suggestion is here, and the ministers will naturally take care of perfect things.

"The emperor thinks it's good, it's excellent."

The two of them walked forward again, and the sun set down, pulling down a dark yellow, and such a scene was rarely seen in the palace.

As the cold wind started to pick up, Mingying brought a velvet-white cloak, and Feng Xuanche calmly took it before it was put on.

Mingying understood what he meant, and obediently handed over the cloak to Feng Xuan Che, and then retreated.

"The wind is blowing, put it on."

Tenderly put the cloak on the shoulders of the lady, and their figure was stretched very long.

Feng Xuanche teased the people around him, "If there were no Chun'er, I am afraid that the emperor would not be so stable."

"The emperor can really laugh, there are so many people in the harem, without me, is there no one else?"

Feng Xuanche stopped and took Du Xuechun's hand. The two of them faced each other. His delicate eyes told of love in this life: "Even if your appearance and personality are similar to you, it is not after all. You, what I have met and begged, from beginning to end, but you are the only one."

This life is not bad, and when I see a gentleman, I feel at ease.