Dressed as the cannon fodder who died prematurely, I will marry the villain in anger

Lu Desheng thought that after becoming the governor of Pingzhou, all his hardships would be over.

After all, the governor of a state is equivalent to a local emperor, and there is no mother-in-law on his head.Doesn’t that mean you can do whatever you want?

but it is not the truth.

The daughter led a group of subordinates to build Pingzhou.

People want to live a good life.

Everyone works hard.In order to plant good land, make the land produce more crops, and keep the people fed, they used all kinds of methods.

He was too embarrassed to be lazy, and then he became Mr. Lu who went out in spring and autumn, walking in the fields and teaching farmers.

Is it easy for him?This year he has worn out nearly ten pairs of shoes, just to prevent everyone's efforts from going to waste.

Even the common people said that he was the most approachable official they had ever seen.

Now that they can harvest, Song Mo actually wants to charge them more taxes in Pingzhou?

It is tolerable and unbearable.

Seeing Lu Desheng's expression change, Prince Gong advised him, "Thirty taxes per one is what the common people should pay, and the court did not charge more."

Lu Desheng is smiling but not smiling, why are you playing a numbers game with him?

"Then tell me, what is the average yield per mu calculated by the court this year?" Every year, the court would send people to calculate the average yield per mu for that year, and then calculate the amount of taxes for landed families.

"280 per pound."

"That's thirty pounds per acre. On average, we have to pay nine pounds, three taels and six dollars per acre of land in Pingzhou."

"No."

Lu Desheng raised his eyelids, "Why?"

Prince Gong said sincerely, "Mr. Lu, your Pingzhou harvest is good this year. You should base it on the actual output."

"Prince Gong, how much production do you think we should pay taxes on?"

"In Pingzhou, just pay four hundred catties per mu of land."

Four hundred pounds?Lu Desheng almost laughed out loud. This year, the highest yield of the best land in Pingzhou is only [-] catties per mu.There are few such productive lands.

Not all the fields in Pingzhou are good fields. There are distinctions between thin fields, medium fields and beautiful fields.

Another example is that this year there are a lot of reclaimed fields in Pingzhou. These fields are so barren and the yield per mu is so low that they cannot even be called thin fields.

Fortunately, the wasteland is exempt from tax for the first three years, but after three years of cultivation, it will not become fertile all of a sudden, and the yield can be imagined.

Now the imperial court sent Prince Gong to tell him that he worked hard, his daughter worked hard, and the people worked hard for a year, and the imperial court wanted to take away all the income from their labor?

"Oh, I understand. If our harvest in Pingzhou is higher this year, we have to pay more. What if the harvest in other places is lower than the yield per mu you calculated this year? Can we pay less? If so, that's no problem."

Prince Gong was speechless.

"Lord Lu, you must also understand the difficulties faced by the court." Prince Gong said sincerely.

Lu Desheng thought to himself, was he sympathetic to Song Mo's difficulties?He understands.Originally, the discovery of Longcheng Salt Lake was to be reported to the imperial court.He had thought about finding a time to report it, but now?What to report!

"Be good, this is going well. When I get back, I can put in a nice word for you in front of the emperor."

Lu Desheng: No, he doesn’t want to be good!You've all been bullied, why should you be good?Can you give him a kind word to Song Mo?Do you think he cares about it? !

"Lu Desheng, don't forget your responsibilities as an official of the imperial court!" What's going on with Lu Desheng?Collecting taxes from the people is not cutting off their flesh, so is there any need to object so much?

Lu Desheng almost rolled his eyes, "I haven't forgotten, but I'm still a local official." His voice was arrogant.

No matter how high his ideological consciousness is, he would rather leave more food to the common people than give it to Song Mo.

If it were the late emperor who was in power at this time, he, Lu Desheng, would have accomplished this matter without saying a word and with all his might.

But let him point a knife at the people who trusted him for Song Mo?forget it.

"Prince Gong, is the court very short of money and food?" Lu Desheng asked curiously.

Thinking that things were turning around, Prince Gong quickly cheered up, "Yes, yes, you are released. I don't know that the emperor and ministers are really having a headache."

"This is wrong. How come I heard that Xie Zhan collected 2000 million taels of silver in Shu County and Gusu Province, and the emperor just allowed him to do whatever he wanted and didn't collect it?" Didn't he treat Xie Zhan favorably?If you are short of money or food, you should go to Xie Zhan!

Prince Gong: ...it hurts my heart.

"It's all a misunderstanding."

"Prince Gong, Your Majesty, he can't always catch honest people and bully them."

Prince Gong sneered, what could he say?

In the end, he could only say seriously, "Mr. Lu, you should consider what I just said. I returned without success, and the next person probably won't be as polite as me."

"You can accept it this way. You issue this order." He will never take the blame.

Lu Desheng didn't believe it. Prince Gong and the emperor dared to force the people of Pingzhou to pay taxes based on the yield of four hundred catties per mu?Aren't you afraid of public dissatisfaction?If they dared, he would give them a thumbs up.

Prince Gong said quickly, "Actually, you misunderstood. The yield per mu is not necessarily [-] catties. The imperial court just wants you to pay taxes based on the actual output in Pingzhou." He backed down.

The idea is to let them go higher.Okay, thirty taxes per one, right?Think he will be afraid?

"That's absolutely fine. Don't bother me with anything. Since Prince Gong and you have come to Pingzhou, just wait until Pingzhou's autumn harvest, count the grain and pay the tax before going back."

"I'll consider this." Prince Gong was quite moved, but there was still some time before the autumn harvest. If he had to stay for such a long time, he couldn't make an immediate decision.

But when Prince Gong returned to the restaurant where he was staying and told his subordinates about the matter, they did not agree.

"Food is easy to be guarded and stolen, and it is the most difficult to supervise. Especially Lu Desheng, a parent official, if the people are allowed to let go..."

Prince Gong frowned, "Lu Desheng wouldn't do this, would he?"

Subordinate: Their prince is still naive and has no alertness at all.At the same time, he lamented that Lu Desheng was very good to their prince and had never been harmed by him.

"Forget it, I can't win this matter. Let's go back to Chang'an the day after tomorrow!" Prince Gong rubbed his brows, feeling tired.

His subordinates agreed with his decision.

……

"Dad, why is Prince Gong here?"

Lu Desheng explained the reason for his visit, "He is a good old man, I didn't make things difficult for him."

Lu Songli pondered. She was a little confused about Song Mo. It was clearly the calm before the storm. Wasn't there any military commander to remind him?

At this time, let alone paying more taxes, she planned to delay the taxes that were originally sent to Chang'an every year, and would not send them away immediately.

Now that Prince Gong was here, her eyes flashed when she thought of Xie Zhan's grandiose sending of money to Chang'an.

"Dad, I think you can promise him."

After being prompted by his daughter, Lu Desheng understood.He immediately regretted it and slapped his thigh!He was so angry before, why didn't he think of this?They can agree first. Isn't it up to them to decide whether the next batch of food will be robbed or burned?