First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Hehe, do you believe that the country's scholars treat each other? Jiang Yuan smiled helplessly. When the emperor entered the emblem, he promised other things, but it was only one or two things that were actually realized. A businessman is no more than a cheap worker, so how can he be fair? .

I don't believe it, but the crown prince's face is the face of the court. If you say something, you can't just pass it as a fart.

Naturally not. I heard that it is necessary to reward those who wear court uniforms and crowns. They have no job and no rank. They are allowed to enter the palace every year to enjoy the imperial banquet and enjoy the rituals and enjoy the fun with the king. The children of the family can be recommended to enter the Imperial Academy or the left guard of the Beijing camp. It can be regarded as treating each other as a national soldier.

The man pursed his lips. If he heard of these rewards before going out to sea, he would be overjoyed in his heart, but judging from the current interests, it is not as good as pocket-sized benefits after all.

Jiang Yuan persuaded: I will wait for profit to return to profit, but I have to save my life first. Your youngest son has always been smart, and now he has reached his age. I will give your family the name of entering the Imperial College. Don't be greedy for profit. A lot of silver is not worth the soldiers and horses of the imperial court.

Listen to you, I will go down to check the accounts and prepare for the commercial tax for the court.

After the man left, the man who had been fiddling with the abacus beads said in a low voice: Our big treasurer is now thinking about something else, and you are in charge, you always have to steer the helm.

Steer the helm, haha, at my age, I don't know if I will wake up tomorrow morning, how can I steer the helm, old man.

While talking, Jiang Yuan stood up with difficulty: This old man can't be, it's all up to you.

Without waiting for persuasion, Jiang Yuan found a nephew and grandson to help the old man into the donkey cart, and left soon after the driver yelled.

At this time, the big shopkeeper who said he was going to check the accounts came back at some time: The old fox can't catch it, huh, fortunately, his sons are not safe, so he has to fight in the end, who told him to be tall? High.

The short fat man who came out with the abacus to deliver it sighed worriedly: Shopkeeper, forget it, Mr. Jiang has almost never missed it in his life, the court is watching closely now, why bother to stand in the limelight.

You think I'm not afraid of death? But that's all meat, and there are too many dogs waiting to eat meat. Now save more money, build more merchant ships and collect more goods. One trip will be bigger than others' stalls. Zhan has a great reputation, step by step quickly, and wait for those men to enter the venue, we don't even want to drink soup.

I don't believe that Shanxi merchants don't have this idea. They rely on the salt industry, and they have a lot of capital. They bought a lot of shops in the coastal states in the past month. Now the whole country's shops are carrying the fat of the sea. If we stand on the ground and lose, what kind of business is okay, let’s share the money and buy acres of land to cultivate.”

After a while, almost all the powerful and respectable controllers of Huizhou merchants came, but they didn't see Jiang Yuan, and they were obviously a little worried. Facing the cakes painted by the big shopkeeper, they just had an ambiguous attitude.

Everyone wants to earn money, but no one wants to taste the guillotine of the court.

But in the end, after hearing the names of those grown-ups, and thinking about the sky falling, there are taller ones who are holding it back, so I made up my mind and agreed.

This is the case for Huizhou merchants, and the other companies are similar. The imperial court’s commercial taxation is indeed ruthless. Although it can’t be said that it’s nothing or losing money, compared to the past, it’s really a pain in the ass. up.

Jiang Yuan took the decoction after returning home, then called his four sons, and after talking for a long time, he said: You guys don't talk about anything else, it's okay to talk about filial piety, but after I die, the property of the public will be real. Too many, there will be disputes after a long time, which will cause the brothers to lose peace, and make me feel uncomfortable in Jiuquan.

As the saying goes, the branches of a big tree divide the family more often. While the old man is still sober, it is appropriate to separate the family. I have sent people to call you to wait for uncles and uncles.

The boss knelt down and kowtowed: It is the sons who are not filial, which makes the old man worry about it. We brothers will work together in the future...

The second child also said: Father, the prosperity of the family depends on the concerted efforts of the brothers. How can we separate the family? If there is anything wrong with us, you will teach me the lesson.

The third and fourth children also said the same thing, what good is it to separate families, now eating, drinking and having fun are all used by the public, and you can secretly save your own private property. , not to mention it's not just about money.

Jiang Yuan wanted to go his own way, but it was a pity that he was really old. He thought that the family was still under his control, but he didn't expect that the old housekeeper who had followed him for most of his life actually listened to the boss and sent his uncles and uncles back.

Master, the children and grandchildren of this old slave will have to live in Jiang's house in the future.

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No, you can't lose even a penny. If you dare to grow old, let You Zong submit an indictment to His Highness. At that time, no one will think about it.

Several heads of the Jiangnan family gathered in the Chen Mansion. If it is said that the imperial court is the head of the ocean this time, they have to be next, and each business has to go forward.

Old madam, we don't want to have an affair with ourselves, but we want to dedicate it to His Highness.

It's unnecessary, the court will also belong to His Highness in the future.

Of course it is, but there are too many places for the imperial court to use money and food. How much money was handed over to the treasury of the Ministry of Households and used up within a few days, and it is not up to His Royal Highness to enjoy it. Why don't we just donate it to the East Palace? His Royal Highness can use it however he wants. How to use it, wouldn't it be more appropriate.

Mrs. Chen frowned slightly, but still insisted: If His Highness wants to pass it down, it's all right, but since it hasn't, then it can't be like this.

What's more, money touches people's hearts. If you don't pay business taxes, who knows how much money you will be greedy for your respect. This is a crime of disrespect.

Fallacies and heresies came out frequently, but the old lady closed her eyes and didn't listen, and she wouldn't open her eyes no matter what anyone said, so everyone had no choice but to leave all kinds of exquisite gifts and leave.

Some gifts were for the old lady, and more were prepared by each family for Liang Yuan and His Royal Highness in the East Palace. No matter what festival it was, each family would prepare a batch and send it to the palace from the Chen family.

If it is only about private property, Chen Yunqing is probably much richer than the Crown Princess.

Chen Youzong recovered, and was promoted every other month. Now he can be said to be the chief official of Liaodong. In terms of real power, he is still higher than the former Tongzheng envoy. His daughter successfully gave birth to the emperor's grandson for the East Palace. He is still the undisputed leader of the Jiangnan family.

After everyone left, Mrs. Chen ordered: Pack up everything and arrange for someone to send it to Liangyuan during the Dragon Boat Festival. In addition, order someone to keep an eye on the accounts of each store and report any movement. Don't be negligent. Our own is even worse, we would rather make up for it than be short of a penny!

After giving all the instructions, Mrs. Chen wrote a letter to her son herself, asking if it was appropriate to arrange this matter, and asked him to reply as soon as possible.

After thinking about it, he still wrote another letter to his granddaughter, explaining the matter clearly, and asked her to find an opportunity to ask His Highness what he meant. If necessary, it would not be too late to make another arrangement.

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Zhu Biao put down his son, took the letter, read it again and said with a sneer: Stealing and cheating, I can still lack them in this palace, but I just want to find an excuse to be upright.

The tax collectors of the Ministry of Household Affairs never dared to say that they would forcefully collect money that should be filial to the East Palace. The so-called embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in an ant nest, not to mention that the tax money of the Jiangnan family was not an ant nest, but a section of river embankment collapsed. .

With this example, the commercial tax has become a joke. Those in the Eastern Palace dare not collect it, so what about those who pay tribute to the Holy One? How about filial piety to Prince Jin and Prince Chu? How about filial piety to Kaiping King Weiguo Gong Song Guogong?

And this time they may hand in the truth, but not necessarily if they can. Such a large amount of money is handed over, and without supervision, 60% of it will gradually go to Zhu Biao's hands. They are quite conscientious.

The old lady is mature and prudent, and she has done a very good job. If there are people who don't listen to persuasion, there is no need to stop them, and let them go.

In terms of business and taxation, he will use his father's determination to fight corruption, and rule the world with heavy codes, not to kill the chickens to scare the monkeys, but to kill the monkeys as well as the chickens, to the point where they would rather rebel than evade taxes.

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