The core of Hong Jinglai's idea is tribute!

Anyway, you are so embarrassed to ask for fourteen times the tribute, why am I so embarrassed to use the title of tribute to benefit the people?

Four thousand pounds? How to feed so many mouths?

If you want to do it, do it 14,000 jins! 24,000 jins!

Purchasing pears on the spot in Donglai is not a food or a necessity for survival anyway, so what if we purchase them all? There won’t be anyone who lives by eating pears, right?

Hong Jinglai did not accept the 6,000 taels from Pu Xianyu and others, and used them all as capital for errands. He purchased pottery jars, wooden barrels, iron pots, firewood and other materials needed for the purchase of pear sugar in Donglai.

Originally, the poor were exempted from all labor levies and all taxes were suspended. Anyway, it would not fall into Hong Jinglai's pocket. Hong Jinglai would not make such dirty money without conscience.

After saying that, the two of them walked out of the official hall. The large campus outside the official hall was crowded with people. All the heads of nearly 2,000 wealthy families in Donglai had arrived here after being ordered. The sun in the morning was not that hot yet, but it still brought a lot of people.

People are sweating in the photo.

The so-called rich households at the bottom of the steps are actually just the better-off households among the property-owning farmers. The so-called "rich" probably only reflects the fact that they can cover their bodies and eat well. The heavy labor and years of the imperial government

The weight of the tribute made these people unable to breathe. No matter how hot the weather was and their faces were covered with sweat, they could not hide the look of fear, humiliation and pain on their faces.

They originally had to suffer extortion ranging from 2, 3, 4, or 5 taels from those on missions every year in order to avoid the fate of drawing lots to escort the tributes. Now, Hong Jinglai suddenly issued an order, asking everyone to go to Toyamapo to wait for the mission, which almost made them feel uncomfortable.

They were scared to death.

Could it be that this year this gentleman wants to search every household and get to the bottom of it?

When Hong Jinglai and Park Xianyu walked out of the official hall chatting and laughing, the panic reached its peak. Who doesn't know Park Xianyu? Which wealthy family present has not been blackmailed by him?

Of course, Pu Xianyu has great magical powers. As long as he extorts a few taels of money, he can definitely guarantee that this family will not have to go to work. He uses money to do things, so he is a leading figure in the county.

But such a "skin-picking" and the official got together chatting and laughing?

It’s over! I’m going to die!

"Everyone be silent! Silence!" Han Wushi's voice was like a bell, and everyone on the campus was immediately silenced!

"This year's tribute mission, my lord will change the rules! The whole county will handle the mission as one, and no one can disobey!"

The crowd almost exploded at once. Everyone knew that escorting tributes to Hanyang was a life-threatening job. If you were lucky, you would lose all your family property. If you were unlucky, it would be ordinary to die on the way.

Now, if we actually have to run the errands together, wouldn’t it cost the lives of more than a thousand people present!

These people were in a commotion, but their long-term experience of being oppressed made them dare not resist, and many people actually started to cry. More people fell to their knees, banging their heads on the ground, and rubbing their hands continuously.

Then, they begged Hong Jing to show mercy and let them live.

"Gu Nian'er has been on duty for a long time, and the people's resources have been exhausted. Let's go on duty this year. Let's work together to finance and hire ships. We will no longer appoint someone specially!" Han Wushi continued to shout loudly.

Liang Ding, a soldier in the crowd, was the first to react. These people were all reserve officers or reserve infantrymen of the country. They knew a few words and could understand Han Wushi's announcement.

Does this mean that these less than 2,000 households should share the freight together?

"Each household pays 100 yuan, and no more taxes will be collected!" Han Wushi's voice lingered for a long time.

The dozen or so people on the errands looked in disbelief. If all the rich families only contributed a hundred dollars, then their six thousand taels would be wasted! But Pu Xianyu told them not to worry, with a smile on her face.

Look at ease.

The people at the foot of the steps couldn't believe it. The ups and downs of life were so great. Just now they thought they were going to destroy their families, but now they are surviving from a desperate situation! One hundred dollars, for the wealthy households who are self-cultivated farmers, is nothing more.

Compared with the extortion and exploitation in the past, the matter of selling an extra two bushels of rice is almost one-tenth.

"Did you hear that clearly? If you heard clearly, you will lose money according to the household, and the payment will be completed!" Han Wushi woke up all the people from the huge ups and downs.

"If you are from Guchuan County, stand to the east! If you are from Sushan County, stand to the west! If you are from Toyamaura, come first!"

The crowd dispersed in waves. If the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, this person would not have been saved. About three hundred local people from Toyamaura flocked to the steps with different expressions. If it weren't for Li Jichu holding a majestic sword.

Standing majestically next to Hong Jinglai, the crowd can surge up.

"Zhongdong, first side, Puxiali, Jinzhong!" He took the roster and replaced Li Xi with a loud roll call.

A rough man emerged from the crowd, in his forties, with a cloth band tied on his forehead, and ran down the steps with squinted eyes.

"Come and pay, take your fingerprints!" Li Xi took the completed receipt that he had prepared long ago.

He took out a bunch of money from his arms, untied the string and counted each one twice before the man named Jin Zhong handed the money to Li Xi.

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!" He held a receipt in his hand, as if he had escaped from death.

"Zhongdong, first side, Puxiali,..."

Li Xi continued to shout, while Pu Xianyu stood next to Hong Jinglai and fanned Hong Jinglai in a flattering manner.

"Since you have your own plans, why do you still charge these unscrupulous people a small amount of money?"

"Do you know the principle of rice appreciation and rice enmity? I exempted all their mistakes this year, so they will naturally praise me as the great master of Qingtian. What about next year? What about the year after that?" Hong Jinglai sat on an armchair and took a sip of tea.

These two thousand households can collect a total of 200,000 yuan. Calculated according to the North Korean currency system, it is only 800 taels. This amount of money is really not worth mentioning in the whole plan, but if it is completely exempted, according to Hong Jing

Knowing the peasants who were full of survival wisdom in the feudal era, they might have thought that an official was coming who was easy to bully, and they would certainly not dare to poke his nose in the face, but if other things were not kept in order, they would not be able to do anything about it.

Rather than being a bad person, it is better to just reduce their burden, but at the same time tell them that Mr. Hong Jinglai is also an official who acts according to the rules!

Don't think about cheating or cheating, the king's laws dictate how you do it!

Hong Jinglai had actually already thought of where to go with this little money, and transferred it directly to Li Shangxian's Youshui Camp to pay his soldiers. The condition was of course that he would use his warships to pull the things to Xiongjin.

To increase the income of his subordinate soldiers who never get paid once a year, and to use the imperial warships at the same time.

This is to help King Sunjong train his sailors! How can we maintain our combat effectiveness if we don't go out in style?
Chapter completed!