I, the queen and the father, start with a deer as a horse

Chapter 209 I Decide To Reward

Ears and temples grind together for a while.

Fang Xiu looked at the empress in front of him, and said seriously, "I suddenly remembered something."

Wu Mingkong felt his body go limp, his pretty face was flushed, and he looked at him with trembling eyelashes.

Fang Xiudao: "Before the banknotes are issued, I plan to adjust the commercial tax."

The little empress obviously didn't expect that under such an atmosphere, Xiu would actually bring up the business tax, with a dissatisfaction on her pretty face, and she pouted, wanting to say something, but she didn't have the nerve to speak.

Seeing that she did not refute, Fang Xiu continued:

"The imperial court's current city tax is [-] yuan. Whether it is a street vendor or a wealthy businessman, as long as they sell goods worth [-] yuan, they have to pay [-] yuan.

Compared with the land tax, the commercial tax is very low, because when the imperial court was first established, a thousand wastes were waiting for prosperity, the Taizu sympathized with the people, lightly paid the tax, and lived with the people. Later, the land tax was continuously increased, but the commercial tax was only changed from the thirty tax. It has become one of twenty taxes, in my opinion, it is still a little less. "

Wu Mingkong was slightly startled when he heard this, and asked, "How much do you think the commercial tax is appropriate?"

Fang Xiudao: "I believe that different merchants have different profits and scales, so they should pay different commercial taxes."

Wu Mingkong's eyes showed a blank look, and he didn't understand what it meant.

Fang Xiudao: "Most of the peddlers on the street rely on meager profits to make a living. They work from dawn to dusk, pay the city tax, and can barely support their families. If the commercial tax is raised, the survival of these people will be even more difficult.

Therefore, for this group of people, the business tax can be reduced or even exempted!
Rich businessmen from all over the world are mostly servants of the gentry, or relatives of the same clan. They can achieve today's achievements because they have enjoyed the favor of the court, but they always think about protecting their own interests when it is critical.

For example, in this war, His Majesty called on the gentry and wealthy businessmen from all over the world to donate money and food, but what was raised in the end may not be as much as they earned in a year or two.

For this group of people, the business tax can be increased!
The higher the profit, the more you earn, and the more business tax you pay! "

These words were sonorous and forceful, and the little empress was shocked, and a gleam of light burst out from her eyes.

After thinking for a while, Wu Mingkong looked at Fang Xiu and said curiously: "In this way, don't the shops you control need to pay a lot of extra business taxes."

The sugar, monosodium glutamate, and colored glaze in Zhenbaozhai are all highly profitable commodities.

After the implementation of the new commercial tax, Zhenbaozhai bears the brunt!
Fang Xiudao: "So what?"

Wu Mingkong looked Fang Xiu up and down, and said, "I don't remember, you are a person who is willing to suffer."

Fang Xiu looked at her, raised his eyebrows, and said with a light smile, "When the business tax paid goes into the treasury, it means it goes into the pocket of the minister. No matter what, the minister will not suffer."

"Bah! Shameless!"

Wu Mingkong spat, and said in a bad mood.

Fang Xiu just smiled and did not refute.

Wu Mingkong thought for a moment, and then asked: "After the business tax is raised, those merchants should try to escape."

You don't need to think about it, it's almost inevitable.

"That's why I plan to set up another yamen to be responsible for collecting commercial taxes."

Fang Xiu said calmly and calmly.

"What yamen?"

Wu Mingkong asked curiously.

Fang Xiu replied, "The Tax Court."

Without waiting for Wu Mingkong to ask, he explained: "The so-called Tax Court is not only responsible for collecting commercial taxes, but also responsible for formulating commercial taxes and supervising merchants.

From now on, all merchants, whether they are roadside hawkers or shops and workshops, as long as they sell goods, they will be registered and recorded by the tax bureau, and they will receive a certificate. Only with the certificate can they continue to operate.

Every once in a while, people from the tax court will investigate the registered merchants, what is the profit and what is the scale.

Then, according to the results of the investigation, the business tax will be formulated. If there is a big difference between the business tax paid and the actual result, the business certificate will be cancelled! "

A look of joy appeared on Wu Mingkong's face, and he said: "In this way, the imperial court's annual revenue will increase a lot next year."

Speaking of this, I don't know what I thought of, and I showed a worried look, and said hesitantly: "But this is not pushing the wealthy businessmen to the opposite side of the court."

The merchants who can become rich merchants all have a certain background, and even most of the profits are sent to the hands of the court princes.

How could the princes of the court sit idly by and ignore them?
Although Bai Qi has now formed a confrontation with the enemy, he has not gained an absolute advantage.

At this time, a fire in the backyard will inevitably spread to the front line.

Wu Mingkong didn't want to cause the Northern Expedition to fail because of the business tax.

"Your Majesty, don't worry too much."

Fang Xiu looked calm and calm, obviously he had already thought of a way to deal with it, and replied:
"Some of the princes in the court have been tied to Zhenbaozhai. Even after paying the commercial tax, they can still make a large profit every year, and these profits will continue to grow as Daqian grows stronger.

They are not short-sighted people, and they can figure it out after a little thought. For the imperial court, increasing commercial taxes will do more good than harm, so they will not be too contradictory.

There are also some people who are not clean at all. As long as the Metropolitan Procuratorate releases some rumors and checks them more, they will not dare to be too presumptuous.
If they are bold and dare to tear their faces, the shadow guards under the minister are not vegetarians.

After the public security in the court was established, the gentry and merchants from all over the place could not make any disturbances.

As for those small businessmen who make a living, they will benefit the most from the changes in commercial taxes, and they will definitely support and support them. "

In short, it is to win over a group, divide a group, and suppress a group.

In this way, even if someone is dissatisfied with the change of commercial tax, it will not cause any disturbance, let alone affect the great cause of the Northern Expedition.

even.

After the implementation of the new commercial tax, the imperial court's annual revenue has increased, and more money and food can be invested in the Northern Expedition army to speed up the progress of the war!

It may not be impossible to gain an absolute advantage within three years, and to win Zhou Guo within five years!

As an emperor, Wu Mingkong was well aware of the stakes involved, a gleam burst out of his eyes, and he sincerely praised: "It's a good way!"

After finishing speaking, she looked at Fang Xiu with her beautiful peach eyes, took the initiative to kiss him lightly on the face, and then said in a soft voice:
"I decided to reward you."

Fang Xiu raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "What reward."

Wu Mingkong's pretty face was flushed, he twisted his waist, hummed and said, "Ask the question knowingly."

Fang Xiu looked at the pair of misty peach blossom eyes, his face was stunned, and said: "Your Majesty is going to add an official to a minister?"

"Dead traitor!"

Seeing Fang Xiu pretending to be foolish and teasing himself, Wu Mingkong showed annoyance on his pretty face, and stretched out his hand to pinch his waist fiercely.

"hiss"

Fang Xiu gasped and begged for mercy in a hurry: "Your Majesty, forgive me, I made a mistake!"

He heard Fang Xiu begging for mercy in pain.

An indescribable feeling rippled in Wu Mingkong's heart and gradually spread.

The image from her original dream resurfaced in her mind again, making her heart flustered and her pretty face flushed to the bottom of her ears.

Finally, she couldn't restrain the throbbing in her heart, stared at Fang Xiu in front of her with a pair of beautiful eyes, and said in a commanding tone: "Kneel down!"

Fang Xiu looked at the pretty little empress with a flushed face and a trembling voice, and always felt that something was wrong, but couldn't explain it. He just said: "Your Majesty is pressing down on the minister, how can I kneel down?"

Hearing this, Wu Mingkong's little face showed a touch of excitement, he couldn't wait to move away, sat on the dragon chair, raised his little face, looked expectant, and waited quietly.

Regardless of whether it is Dagan or the various countries, when meeting the emperor, they always bow their hands, and the ritual of four prostrations is rarely used.

Therefore, Wu Mingkong has been on the throne for more than a year, and he has never seen Fang Xiu kneeling in front of him.

At this moment.

She looked at the handsome face in front of her, imagining the haughty and noble him surrendering at her feet, feeling her face getting hot and her heartbeat speeding up involuntarily.

"Quickly kneel down!"

She is quite reserved on the surface, but in fact she has already been beating wildly in her heart.

[Emotion value +3000]

A cold system prompt sounded.

Fang Xiu, who had no intention of kneeling at all, saw the impatient look of the little empress, and realized something, with a smile on his face, raised his brows and asked: "Your Majesty, you want me to kneel down so much?"

Wu Mingkong snorted and said, "It's only natural for a subject to bow down to the monarch."

Fang Xiudao: "But my knees are too stiff, I can't kneel down."

Wu Ming said angrily, "You promised me!"

"Have it?"

Fang Xiu looked bewildered, and asked, "When did the subject agree to His Majesty?"

Wu Mingkong was slightly dazed, recalled for a moment, and suddenly found that the traitor had never agreed to it from the beginning to the end.

[Emotion value +2000]

Anger appeared on Wu Mingkong's pretty face. Looking at Fang Xiu in front of him, he had no choice but to stare at him with wide eyes and anger.

Fang Xiu looked at him without any fear.

After a while.

Realizing that Fang Xiu couldn't be subdued, the little empress stood up from the dragon chair, walked up to him step by step, and said aggressively: "If you don't kneel again, I will..."

"So what?"

"I beg you to kneel."

The little empress dressed in a dragon robe stood in front of Fang Xiu, her rippling peach blossom eyes were slightly blurred, she looked pitiful, and her voice was soft and waxy.

At this moment, the cold, noble and inviolable Empress Daqian, in front of Fang Xiu, was like a tamed kitten, pitifully showing favor to her master and begging for rewards.

Fang Xiu looked at her beautiful face, and his heart throbbed as if he had been electrocuted.

"minister"

Fang Xiu struggled for a second, then said: "I really can't kneel down, why don't your majesty change your request?"

In his consciousness, a man has gold under his knees, and he kneels down to his parents.

Although it is human nature to kneel and worship the emperor as the Romans do, but in this environment, facing the poor little empress, Fang Xiu felt indescribably awkward and couldn't kneel down.

"I am the Son of Heaven! You are a subject! Why can't you kneel down!"

Wu Mingkong put his hands on his hips, and said angrily: "It's because I have indulged you too much on weekdays! You have lost the emperor in your eyes, the king is not the king, and the minister is not the minister!"

Even though he knew it was just angry words, Fang Xiu's expression still turned cold. He came to the little empress, stretched out his hand to pinch her tender little face, and said calmly:

"From my point of view, it's because I'm too condescending to His Majesty on weekdays, otherwise, how would Your Majesty dare to be so presumptuous in front of Xiangfu."

this moment.

Looking at Fang Xiu, who was expressionless and approaching step by step, Wu Mingkong once again experienced the feeling of suffocation when he was pointing at a deer as a horse.

She took a step back subconsciously, and quickly regained her senses, saying firmly: "Come here again, don't want any rewards today!"

"Whether to reward or not is up to the minister, not His Majesty"

Fang Xiu picked up the little empress by the waist and threw her on the dragon couch with a neither cold nor indifferent tone.

"you you."

Wu Mingkong grabbed the quilt with both hands and covered himself, his pretty face was flushed, he didn't know what to say.

next second.

Fang Xiu lay on one side, supported his body with his arms, looked at her with bright eyes, and said softly, "Does Your Majesty want a reward?"

The gentle tone made the little empress's heart thump, her body tensed, and she forced herself to say: "I told you to kneel, but you won't kneel."

There was still some grievance in the voice.

Seeing her soft and cute appearance, Fang Xiu couldn't help chuckling, leaned over to her ear, and said softly: "The minister said, Your Majesty can change the request."

Wu Mingkong was in a daze for a moment, and then he didn't know what to think of. A light burst out from his beautiful peach eyes, and he stared at Fang Xiu with a bright smile on his face.

Fang Xiu was a little hairy from her burning eyes, and began to regret what he said, subconsciously wanted to get up and leave.

at this time.

Wu Mingkong leaned close to his ear, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Say what you just said again."

What a strange request.

Fang Xiu was slightly taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and repeated:
"Your Majesty can change your request."

Wu Mingkong twisted his body, humming and chirping, "It's not this sentence."

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Fang Xiu was silent for a while, and said expressionlessly: "Does Your Majesty want a reward?"

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Wu Mingkong said angrily, "It's not like that either."

"Your Majesty"

As soon as Fang Xiu opened his mouth, the little empress said softly: "Didn't you just say... Your Majesty, please forgive me, I made a mistake"

Hearing this, Fang Xiu was stunned for a while before realizing that when the little empress pinched him just now, she seemed to be begging for mercy.

Reminiscent of the series of strange behaviors of the little empress afterwards.

Fang Xiu, who is a modern person, soon realized something, gave Wu Mingkong a weird look, and hesitated to speak.

Wu Mingkong noticed Fang Xiu's eyes, and his face instantly turned red to the ears, feeling an indescribable shame, stretched out his tender little hands, and covered his little face.

After a while, he said in a mosquito-like voice, "It's fine if you don't say anything."

next second.

She felt a warm, numb breath coming from the back of her ear.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Prime Minister Dagan, who was always elegant and noble at all times, begging for mercy in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, okay?"

In an instant, it seemed that something exploded in the little empress's mind.

Her tense body suddenly softened.

Turning his face sideways, he saw Fang Xiu looking at him tenderly.

Although it is still a long way from realizing the dream.

But now the little empress is satisfied enough.

She bit her red lip, took the initiative to lean forward, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

His expression gradually turned charming, and his eyes were full of autumn waves.

"Kiss me. Father"

Candlelight flickered.

The moonlight is alluring.

(End of this chapter)