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

The officer was shocked and shouted loudly.

"800 miles of urgent traffic along the border, those who don't want to die, get out of the way."

After these words were spoken, the farmers did not disperse immediately as the officers had imagined.

Instead, they pulled out swords from the cart and came towards him together.

In a short while, the horse died and the man was killed...

The officer's eyes were wide open, he died with his eyes open!

No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't figure it out.

In the past, even robbers had to give way when they saw an express train traveling 800 miles per hour. How could anyone take the initiative to attack?

There is only one possibility, the imperial power will be shaken and the world will be in chaos!

But your Majesty is wise and enlightened, and there are no treacherous people in the court. Now that we have won a great victory on the border... how could there still be chaos?

Since late March, Shan merchants participating in the International Chamber of Commerce have been actively participating in the chambers of commerce in various states after entering the country from various border towns in the south.

At the same time, the news that the imperial court was going to implement the policy of "equalizing the land tax" gradually spread among merchants in various states.

Jingzhou, Jun County.

On this day, Mr. Wang returned home after attending the Chamber of Commerce again. He sat in the official hat chair for a long time without saying a word.

"What's wrong with you, Master? You look so sad."

"Alas." Mr. Wang sighed and looked at his wife, "It's still the Chamber of Commerce's business."

"As for our Jun County, although it is a bit far from Jiangling, we have made a lot of money from those Jiangling merchants."

"In the past, when I went to other states to select goods, if I said it was from Jingzhou, I would be looked at with respect because of the presence of Marquis Jiangling."

Wang Yuanwai said, shaking his head, "It's not possible now, and it will only make people angry."

Madam Wang frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I'm telling you, Lao Wang, we can't do something so heartless!"

"We only have one daughter in our family. Now she has finally passed the math exam and is now a legitimate official. You can't mess around with her!"

Wang Yuanwai helplessly spread his hands, "But this matter is not something I can control alone!"

"Then the Marquis of Jiangling wants to implement the system of allocating taxes on land, so that we don't have to pay taxes on land anymore!"

Mrs. Wang's face lit up with joy. "Isn't this a good thing? Why are you so sad? You look as if I'm dead."

Wang Yuanwai rolled his eyes at her and said, "What's good about that? On the surface, the Dingyin has been cancelled, but in reality, it has been distributed to the fields."

"We have a lot of farms. If this policy is implemented, we will have to pay an extra amount of silver for each acre of land!"

"It's a good deal for the poor people. If they don't have land, they don't have to pay!"

Mrs. Wang sat down in a daze, muttering to herself.

"Oh my God, every acre of land has to pay a certain amount of silver. How much silver will be given away!"

Wang Yuanwai sighed, picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "That's the truth. The more land you own, the more you have to pay!"

"We, the merchants in Jingzhou, found out about it late. People in southern Yizhou knew about it a long time ago."

"Then let's..." Mrs. Wang looked at Mr. Wang with a conflicted expression.

"We only have one daughter, Master, and it's you who can't have children, not me!"

Hearing his wife's words, Wang choked on his tea and coughed for a long time. His face flushed and he held his forehead and said:

"I know I can't do it, Madam, you can't keep saying it! As a man, don't I have any dignity?"

Mrs. Wang tilted her head and curled her lips, and the room fell silent for a moment.

After a long pause, she said, "I've thought about it, and I still feel that this is probably someone deliberately trying to ruin the reputation of Marquis Jiangling."

"There are many more twists and turns in the officialdom than in business!"

Wang Yuanwai brushed his robe above his knees and said, "Not necessarily."

"Didn't people from the capital come to measure the fields of every household when the autumn tax was collected a few years ago?"

"I have the same idea as other merchants in the county. I guess His Majesty approved this policy a long time ago."

Madam Wang looked at him and asked, "What are the other merchants in the county planning to do?"

“Other merchants…”

Located in a farm in the south of Jun County.

After listening to Landlord Yang's moving speech, the tenant farmers gathered together, all filled with indignation.

"Marquis Jiangling is so rich, why is he still making things difficult for us common people?"

"Yes, increasing the land tax again is really pushing people into a desperate situation."

A man with shifty eyes said loudly, "You don't understand. He is the Marquis of Jiangling, with a fief of 3,000 households!"

"Just recently, we defeated the enemy at Yumen City."

"When we return to the capital, we may even be promoted to a higher position. It is not impossible for us to have a fief of 10,000 households by then!"

Someone was scraping the mud off the soles of his shoes with a stick and asked, "What is a fiefdom?"

The man rolled his eyes. "It's taxes. The tax money for each household in the fiefdom is all paid to him!"

"Do you understand? That's why they want to increase the land tax!"

"The more land taxes you collect, the more money you'll have in your pocket!"

Some people also said: "Marquis Jiangling is not such a person..."

"Besides, I haven't heard the county post any notices about raising taxes. Did Landlord Yang get cheated by some bad guys?"

The person next to him shook his head. "I don't think so. Just look at the way Landlord Yang cried just now. He wasn't that sad when his mother died a few years ago."

After these words were spoken, everyone laughed briefly, and then their sad expressions returned to normal.

These people are originally landless.

If the imperial court raised the land tax, the landlords would also raise the rent for them.

The man with shifty eyes spoke again, "People change!"

"Our Qilinzi from Jingzhou has been in Beijing for many years, and it is possible that he has already lost his original intention."

"He is now a marquis and a fourth-rank official in the capital. One day he will enter the cabinet and aspire to be the prime minister."

"How can they care about the lives of ordinary people?"

After he finished speaking, he exchanged a glance with another person in the crowd, who immediately responded, "Fuck the Marquis of Jiangling."

"He won't give us ordinary people a way to survive, so we will rebel against him!"

"Yes, he rebelled!"

When the crowd was excited, the tenant farmer who was digging in the mud asked in confusion: "Why are you rebelling?"

"We don't have swords or knives, so if we go and cause trouble, we might as well get caught and thrown into jail by the government."

The man with shifty eyes waved his hand and gathered everyone together.

"In two days it will be the Dragon Boat Festival. By then, most people in the city will go to watch the dragon boat race. Then we..."

After the conspiracy was over, the tenants returned home, but the man quietly left the farm and entered Yang's mansion.

Two shadows appeared on the window lattice of the study.

"Well done. If things go well tomorrow, I will let your sister enter the mansion."

The thin figure immediately disappeared on the window frame. Inside the house, the man knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the person opposite him.

"I, on behalf of my younger sister, would like to thank you first!"

"Go ahead. It all depends on whether your Dragon Boat Festival progresses smoothly. If not..."

A sneer sounded in the study, and the man broke out in a cold sweat.

……

Time flies, and it is the Dragon Boat Festival in a blink of an eye.

Every household plants mugwort, and the aroma of rice dumplings wafts through the streets.

In recent years, people's lives have become increasingly prosperous.

The poor families in the past can now afford to buy a few kilograms of glutinous rice to entertain the younger generations in the family.