Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

"This discussion didn't produce any results!"

Zhu Di had a look of contempt on his face.

Let’s just say that the civil officials are procrastinating.

He had been fighting back against Yang Rong's long-standing malpractices for quite some time, but no one came to him with an answer.

"that is!"

Zhu Jiabao supported his grandfather without any principles.

"Fathead, do you understand? You're just flattering your grandfather..."

Zhu Gaochi was heartbroken.

He has raised four children. The eldest is dominated by his father, and the youngest seems to be like his father. No matter how old they are, he is still carried around by his father every day. As a father, he is so depressed!

"I understand. Ordinary people have to be paid if they work more. Grandpa Xia wants them to work less and get paid less."

Zhu Jiabao puffed out her chest.

The summary made the three adults present laugh.

"Smart, my Fatty Sipang might be smarter than Little Fatty!"

Zhu Di hugged Zhu Jiabao's fat paw and kissed it hard.

"No, my second brother said that my eldest brother is a genius!"

Zhu Jiabao felt that her second brother was definitely right, and her eldest brother, who was undefeated in every cricket fight, was truly mighty.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what about grandpa?"

Zhu Di was very curious about Zhu Zhanyong's evaluation of him.

"My second brother said that grandpa is a towering figure that we all look up to!!!"

Zhu Jiabao stretched out his arms and made the shape of a big mountain.

"Hahahaha! What about grandma?"

Zhu Di laughed and asked again.

“The sea embraces all rivers!”

"Where's your dad?"

“Heavier than Mount Tai.”

"Where's your mother?"

"You're the biggest fool in the world! I think my mom is the cutest person in the world!"

"Pfft—Puffy deserves a beating."

"Hehehe, mom has already beaten me!"

"Your mother's beating doesn't count. Grandpa will beat you up again later."

"That's not good. Grandpa Xia feels sorry for the common people who have to work harder, and I feel sorry for my second brother too."

"Hahahaha-"

Zhu Gaochi was so upset when he saw his little cotton-padded jacket coaxing his grandfather so happily that he couldn't help knocking on the table to get everyone back to business.

"Fat Si, please be quiet for now. Wait until the adults are done talking before you can hang out with grandpa."

"Oh, ok, Dad."

Zhu Jiabao wisely covered his mouth and shrank into Zhu Di's arms, waiting with his round eyes wide open.

"Dad, do you think that Lord Xia's ten methods are feasible?"

Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Di only after he saw that his daughter had behaved herself.

"You are still naive. No matter how good your ideas are, you can't stop the people below from doing bad things. Xie Jin is right. It is impossible for you, Yuanji, to divide the land into ten sections. What can you do about it? There is also a rotation every ten years. The nine years are easy. When it is your turn, it will be very strenuous, whether it is money or labor. The local government's apportionment is still out of control."

Zhu Di is not optimistic about this.

After he went out for a while, he finally understood everything.

There are policies and measures to counter.

In any case, there are many people who want to take some of the benefits even if they know it will get them wet.

This is true for money and also for food.

Jiangnan had previously handed over a large amount of grain, leaving a portion for local officials to pay their salaries.

The rest were transported to the capital.

Since those were not needed in the capital, they were transported to the northwest.

But the journey is long, the losses are huge, and it is time-consuming and costly. He saw with his own eyes during his trip to the northwest that ten kilograms of grain could be reduced to less than one or two kilograms.

It is difficult to say whether it is real loss or false loss.

Tonobuhua is doing well in the northern part of the desert, and land reclamation in the northwest is also in full swing.

There is not such a shortage of food in the north.

That's why he asked Zhu Gaochi to set up Changying warehouses in various places, so that even the response to disaster relief would be relatively quick.

However, setting up a Changying warehouse also has its own problems that need to be solved.

Anyway, whenever a new idea or reform comes out, there are always endless loopholes to be filled.

"The emperor said so."

After thinking about it for a moment, Xia Yuanji felt a little discouraged.

When the three people were silent, Zhu Jiabao raised his hand to indicate that he wanted to speak.

"You can say it."

Zhu Di smiled and pulled his granddaughter's hand down.

"I want to ask, can we collect the land tax, head tax, and corvée together and use banknotes or silver dollars for all of them?"

Zhu Jiabao was a little confused.

Zhang Xin always says that complicated things should be done simply.

All the account books submitted by Zhang Xin for everything under his management were written in the same font and in exactly the same format.

All the money collected in the treasury is silver, no banknotes or gold.

The boxes for storing silver are exactly the same. After they are filled and sealed, all you need to do when counting the money is to count the boxes.

My grandmother once praised my mother for being organized and clear in her work.

Zhu Jiabao felt that it would be much simpler if he could just collect one thing from the common people.

"No corvée? No grain? All in treasure notes?"

Xia Yuanji was stunned for a moment, then summarized Zhu Jiabao's core opinion.

"Didn't Grandpa Xia say that the grain is useful? The grain needs to be collected."

Zhu Jiabao still remembered what Xia Yuanji had said before: the food could not be moved.

"Convert all the head taxes and corvée labor into banknotes, and let the local governments use the banknotes to hire people to work!!!"

Zhu Gaochi and Xia Yuanji shouted in unison, with excitement on their faces.

"Uh--"

Zhu Jiabao was so frightened that he shrank back into Zhu Di's arms, with only one eye exposed.

"Scaring my granddaughter!!! Are you that excited?!"

Zhu Di also had a gloomy face.

It's incredible that two grown men could get so excited over something a little kid said!

"Your Majesty, I deserve death! Why didn't you think that all of it could be converted into money?"

Xia Yuanji's voice was a little trembling when he spoke.

He really didn't turn that corner.

It has always been taken for granted that ordinary people performed corvee labor.

In addition to levying corvee labor, this local government office also sometimes hired people to do work for money.

He only thought about the local governments being enriched and that they should not be allowed to continue doing so. Why didn't he think that the imperial court could do the same thing directly?

I'm really used to being poor.

They didn't expect that now the treasure notes are very valuable, and silver is not in short supply. Now ordinary people don't need physical objects for transactions. If they have money to bribe, they might as well give it directly to the court.

Without this middle layer, this will truly benefit the country and the people.

"Issuing an imperial decree to the whole country that the head tax and corvée labor service will only be collected once a year. This way, there will be no reason for local governments to impose unreasonable levies. It will kill two birds with one stone!"

Zhu Gaochi's eyes sparkled, and he wished he could snatch his daughter away and kiss her a thousand times.

"Yes, yes, that's it!"

Xia Yuanji immediately agreed.

This really makes me suddenly enlightened.

"Haha, Prince! Your body is heavier than Mount Tai? Is your brain as light as a feather?"

Zhu Di curled his lips and started mocking Zhu Gaochi.