At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Another example is the Haojun passing by her dormitory at the moment. He was carrying a portable bucket to fetch water for the candidates.

You can tell with your toes that fetching water is just a pretense, and pouring night scent into the water tank is real.

It is really incredible that this form has existed for hundreds of years and no one has proposed reform.

Xie Yuheng sighed and lit another piece of styrax.

Styrax can ward off all unhealthy qi, and it also has the effects of reviving the mind, refreshing the mind, and relieving pain. It is a must-have when soaked in wine.

While the aroma was strong, Xie Yuheng took out the compressed biscuits and nibbled on them for breakfast.

If Xie Mingli knew that his sister was scrawling like this, he would definitely hit her on the head with chopsticks.

Similarly, make two copies of the current affairs policy test questions and keep them separately.

Xie Yuheng did not rush to do the questions. Instead, he took out the five historical topics that he had done before and carefully checked them, revised one or two points, and wrote new questions.

‘Now I want to combine land tax, corvee service and other miscellaneous levies into a collection of silver. However, although the world is rich, will the people be able to survive? ’

Xie Yuheng's starry eyes moved slightly. The imperial court actually wanted to implement a whip method. I don't know who came up with it. He was really a genius.

Nowadays, except for merchants, most of the taxes collected in Daliang are in kind. Just like farmers' sweet potatoes, how to harvest and store them is a big problem.

If taxes are converted into silver, in addition to the need to adapt to local conditions, there is also the problem of fire consumption.

The most important thing is that the low price of grain hurts farmers, and it cannot be based on silver.

First: In a normal harvest year, food prices plummet after the autumn harvest.

Not to mention that when taxes were paid uniformly, a large amount of grain flowed into the market. If people went to banks to exchange money, they would have more grain, which would hurt farmers even more.

However, you can organize royal merchants to sell grain to the Vientiane Kingdom or the food-deficient areas of the tribes in the Western Regions.

Bringing back valuables such as pepper and selling them to wealthy families can form a closed loop and allow cultural penetration over time.

Moreover, if caravans want to move around more conveniently, they need to build roads and hire people to increase the number of jobs.

The second is: in terms of long-term development, the gold standard is better than the silver standard...

Didn’t you see that a place as big as Xiaobaga has more silver mines than the large land of Daliang?

Not to mention the impact of the silver mines in Peru, South America, on the historical dynasties of her hometown.

The ratio of silver to gold in continental Europe was sixteen to one, while in her hometown it was six to one.

After the Age of Discovery began, countless Europeans poured into their homeland in exchange for gold.

He also returned to the European continent carrying large quantities of silk, tea, porcelain and other goods.

It’s simply a blood profit!

Xie Yuheng thought about it and felt depressed, but he quickly adjusted back.

It didn't matter, it was still early at that time.

She doesn't want to trade with anyone, so she will just bulldoze it when the time comes to save future generations from the pain of learning foreign languages.

The great powers are myself!

Xie Yuheng had no shame and happily wrote to solve the problem.

While thinking about it, after all the exams are over, I can start making a steam engine.

......

I don’t know how long the years have passed in my house, and eight days have passed since the stars have passed.

Xie Yuheng has already finished all the questions and copied them.

At this time, Kuku was striking iron in the space. Of course, he was using his mental power to control the hammering.

With Daliang's current industrial technology, iron pipes can only be made by hand.

After knocking out several semi-finished iron pipes... Xie Yuheng rubbed his sore temples.

There is a specialization in the art, so it is better to find a master blacksmith after you go out.

Doing everything by yourself will only tire you out.

Doesn’t the book also say that those in power should know people and make good use of them!

After making the happy decision, Xie Yuheng dodged and left the space. After she adjusted her posture, Suzaku removed the illusion.

The little white dumpling, with the admiring little black eyes blinking in the red jade, is indeed the person chosen by the bird.

He can read and forge, and he mastered it so quickly!

How proud is the bird!

However, thick dark clouds came outside at some point, and Xie Yuheng frowned as he looked at them.

It rains a lot in spring. It has not rained for seven days in a row. It is a blessing. Looking at the dark clouds getting lower and lower, I think there will be a heavy rain.

The good news is that the candidates have no root to drink, the bad news...

Upstairs in Qingyuan, I saw dark clouds covering the sky.

The examiner, Yan Du, walked around irritably with his hands behind his back. What the hell was this?

The candidates who asked him to pour night fragrance into the water tank should all go back to their hometowns with their duck eggs in their arms and take the exam. Damn it!

When he looked up and saw Deputy Examiner Du returning from his inspection, Yan Du hurriedly went downstairs.

He grabbed Du Zhang's sleeve and said, "Zi Zhang, you said the heavy rain is coming, but do you want someone to dump the dirt in the water tank?"

Du Zhang calmly pulled back his sleeves, bowed his hands and said, "I will obey your orders."

This is kicking the ball back again.

Yan Du pointed at him, so angry that he didn't know what to say.

Well, if anything goes wrong, he will be the first to be held accountable.

It's not going to fall down. I don't think it will take tomorrow to soak the Gongyuan with excrement.

Nothing happened in the past, who didn't come here like this.

But there is a young ancestor in this examination, and this ancestor is still a sick man.

If something goes wrong, he can't be held responsible.

Furthermore, Si Yuandao, that old man, regards the Marquis of Jiangling as his own grandson. He talks about my family Yu Heng all day long and cannot fight with him to the death.

Trouble trouble trouble! Yan Du impatiently picked up the herbal tea on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Whether to be transferred or dismissed, it is obvious that Yandu will still settle the matter.

He gritted his teeth and asked someone to find the manager of the Bugle Corps, and poured out everything in the water tank in batches.

Then he collapsed in the round hat chair, like a salted fish that has lost its dream.

At Xu time, the dusk drums are almost inaudible amid the sound of heavy rain. The eaves are like hundreds of dragons spitting water, and water splashes on the ground.

The candidates who had not finished writing complained so much that they could only turn around and squat on the ground.

He was writing furiously on the seat board with an oil lamp as bright as a bean.

As for the clothes on the back getting wet from the rain, I couldn't care less.

Anyway, we will leave the Gongyuan tomorrow, so we can't kill people overnight.

Not to mention that there were indeed many candidates. Early the next morning, several candidates were carried out of the dormitory by the trumpet troops.

Most of them died of diarrhea due to drinking unclean water.

Yan Du took off his robe, put it on a dead examinee, and let out a long sigh.

Looking at his hands, Yan Du felt a little dazed.

I remember that young man who had great ambitions and wanted to find a new way out for Daliang.

It seems that he also died in the years when he was persecuted by Chu Tianchen's men.

Gradually, he became what he once hated... all he cared about was a black gauze hat on his head.

Yan Du slowly knelt down and hugged his head, crying silently.

The people next to me looked at me and I looked at you, but no one dared to step forward.

......

In the dormitory, Xie Yuheng was chewing on dried sweet potatoes.

She checked the answer sheets several times, and by the time the troops came to collect them at Youshi, she could basically memorize them backwards and forwards.

As people flowed out of the Gongyuan, they followed the infantry wall and exited the Yanxi Gate.

At a glance, he saw two little old men looking forward to it. It was difficult to see the dazzling crimson official robes.