"Extremely, yes, Mr. Zhang is right. You are for Director Sun's sake, otherwise you will care what they do." Li Hu said with a smile.

"But... Mr. Zhang heard that in the future, the road maintenance fee would be paid for when the goods entered the capital. What is the name of this road maintenance fee?" Li Hu asked in confusion.

Mr. Zhang was stunned. Li Hu's problem made him difficult. I have never heard of the name of road maintenance expenses? But he is a scholar and must not reveal that he does not know.

Mr. Zhang said with a preaching look on his face: "Isn't it just a good road maintenance fee? You don't understand this? This road maintenance fee means road maintenance. You see, it costs money to repair the ground in the capital, so you need dedicated people to maintain it, so you have this road maintenance fee."

Mr. Zhang nodded. As expected, he was a scholar and didn’t know what he was. As the name suggests, the travel expenses were reserved for the road maintenance!

No! Suddenly, Mr. Zhang remembered what kind of road maintenance fees! I have never heard of this thing before. Is there such a thing in my Ming Dynasty taxation?

No, Mr. Zhang remembers clearly that this Beijing Taxation Department dared to set up a different name and robbed the people with clever tricks. It was simply a traitor!

Seeing that I didn’t go back and report to my father, I asked my father to study his Sun Yuanhua’s book!

At the top of Chongwenmen City, Sun Yuanhua, wearing a scorching official robe, stood there looking at the long convoy below.

"President Li Ying, you look endlessly, how magnificent is under the city!" Sun Yuanhua waved his hand heroically and showed a kind of heroic waving.

"Yes, yes!" Li Yingguan nodded, almost drooling: "Suck it, it's all silver..."

However, the words full of stinking smell did not disgust Sun Yuanhua at all, but nodded in agreement: "It's true, it's all white money."

"How much tax do you think you can collect today at the convoy?" Sun Yuanhua looked at the convoy and calculated silently, feeling that he should be able to get a good start today.

The official Li Ying looked ahead from a distance, nodded and boldly estimated: "You can collect 1,800 taels of silver in this way."

But what he welcomed was Sun Yuanhua's contempt, Qian'er Baht? Are you mocking the high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital for having no money?

"It will cost at least 10,000 taels of silver!" Sun Yuanhua raised a finger.

"Ten thousand taels of silver!" Li Yingguan's eyes lit up immediately. Can he charge so much money?

It’s ten thousand a day, and it’s more than three million taels a year. This is simply enough to catch up with the annual taxes from the Ministry of Revenue of the Ming Dynasty!

My mom, I'm so rich!

"The following of the camp officer Li depends on whether your tax police are tough enough!" Sun Yuanhua patted Li Jianguan on the shoulder. Those who have so much money will definitely not be willing to pay taxes. If they don't give them a little ruthless, they will never know that the world is high!

Official Li Ying remembered what the emperor said to him when he was in the Beijing Taxation Department.

"Li Shuo, I ordered you to be the director of the Tax Police Department of the Beijing Taxation Department. What you want is the ruthlessness on you. Anyone who dares to resist taxes and fails to pay, those who should confiscate goods, and those who should be beaten will be beaten hard. If it really doesn't work, kill me. Kill them until they see you tax police more fearful than seeing jackals, tigers and leopards. You can scare your pants when you see you tax police! I want you to be the number one violent organ in the Ming Dynasty!"

That's right, this is Li Shuo, the battalion officer of the Third Battalion of the Left Wing of the Three Thousand Guards. No, he should be called Director Li now. The first director of the Tax Police Department of the Beijing Taxation Division. The third battalion of more than 2,500 people under his command has been reorganized into tax police and set up to guard the major gates of the capital. Anyone who dares to resist taxes will be taken directly into the tax police prison. Those who dare to resist can be killed on the spot without paying it!

Suddenly, Li Shuo's eyes became a little firm. He looked at Sun Yuanhua's face and said with a vicious look: "Sir, please call me Director Sun from now on. I am no longer in Sanqianwei."

"From then on, Li Shuo, director of the Tax Police Department under the Beijing Taxation Department of the Ming Dynasty!"

It was already the hour of Si, and the Chongwen Gate finally opened. Under countless pairs of eyes, two hundred black anti-sting suits and the same military uniform as the three thousand guards appeared in front of them, except that the word "tax" appeared on the front and back of the chest.

When Mr. Zhang saw these people, a hint of resentment appeared in his eyes. It was because these people did not give him any face, which made him lose all his face!

Sun Yuanhua took Li Shuo out one after another, and then the two tax police officers were holding a long pole in their hands, with a string of long firecrackers hanging on the pole. Not only that, four tax police officers carried out a huge gong and stood under Chongwen's sect.

According to the emperor's will, everything is simple, and tax collection is true. So the emperor gave two red gongs with 10,000 sounds on the ground, and a huge gong that was tall for one person.

This gong is not simple. It was the first time Sun Yuanhua saw it when he saw it. He even had the urge to use it to make a cannon. The full brass is really valuable.

"Crackling." Flashes of cannons began to sound.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

Sun Yuanhua picked up a thick hammer with a red cloth in front and rang it hard in the middle of the gong.

The huge sound was clearly heard from a mile or far away.

"switch!"

Sun Yuanhua ordered the former tax officer of Chongwen Sect to start the action.

The first one was a little old man who carried a load and walked forward.

"What!" a tax officer asked expressionlessly.

The old man put down the burden in his hand, quickly took out two cents, nodded and said, "Master Guan, this is the charcoal burned by the old man, this is the tax on entering the city." As he said that, he handed over the two cents over, which was the rule that he had cleared very much.

But the tax officer did not reach out, but lifted the thing covering the charcoal. It was indeed charcoal when he saw it.

"How many pounds are there? Whose family gave it to?" asked the tax officer.

"If you want to go back to the master, there are fifty kilograms here, and I will give them to the Shi Mansion in Beicheng."

"Fifty kilograms, right?" The tax officer nodded and waved his hand: "Let's go!"

"Master, look at this..." The old man was a little confused. He disliked the lack of money. Why didn't this master accept it? It's over... If I don't let me enter the city, how can I live!

I saw the old man took out all the five copper plates on his body and held them in his palm and knelt down at the tax officer: "Master, the young man only has five dollars, so you can let the villain go. The villain's granddaughter is still waiting for the money to sell charcoal to buy food. The young man's family has run out of food. Please let the young man go, the young man kowtowed you."

As he said that, the old man kowtowed to the tax officer, and even kowtowed his head to the broken one, he didn't care.
Chapter completed!