Qianlong: Qing Dynasty?What about my Daqing?

Chapter 313
Emperor Zhu wanted to collect taxes.

The wealthy households below directly took advantage of the loopholes, changing their own fields to lower-tax fields, and registering the fields of ordinary farmers, self-cultivating farmers, and small landlords as upper fields.

Not to mention that the locals are now officials, the officials are all the children of wealthy local families.

Even when outsiders were officials in the past, local officials with wealthy households did not want to offend, and even colluded with each other most of the time to make money together.

therefore.

Although the Ming court did collect a lot of taxes from the fields, those wealthy families didn't dare to really offend Emperor Gangzhu, and they really didn't raise a cent.

But there are policies above and countermeasures below.

It's nothing more than passing the big head on to Xiaomin.

These yeoman farmers who have their own land are not bad.

Those who have no land and can only be tenant farmers are miserable.

Taxes are collected from above, and these landlords and scholar-bureaucrats don't want to reduce their income, so they can only increase the rent.

Now, these burdens are again on the tenant farmers.

So now in the countryside, there are voices of complaints everywhere.

"Actually, it's okay to check the fields. There is no long price or short price for this year's grain payment. They are all collected at a par price. It's a good deal after this calculation." Someone said.

"Of course your family is a good deal. Your family is all on the field. Now that there is no long-term price collection, you have paid less than half of the land tax. You can save more than ten stones of rice every year. I am afraid that it will soon sent."

"What can you do with this? The real money is in the homes of the soldiers in the village. They are all good paddy fields distributed by Changzhou Prefecture. I heard that in ten years' time, they will get dozens of acres outside the pass. "

Speaking of this.

Everyone sighed again.

Bad luck!
When the imperial court recruited more soldiers, many people hid for fear of being recruited.

As a result, recruiting depends on conditions.

Older ones don't.

Don't be too thin.

Not too high.

Not too short.

Those who know know that it is recruitment.

Those who didn't know thought it was a rabbit trick.

But who knew at the beginning that there were so many benefits to being a big soldier?
If this had been known earlier, everyone would have squeezed their heads out.

It's fine now.

The Ming court did not recruit troops much anymore.

To be a soldier.

You have to give a red envelope to a scholar from the local conscription department to get in.

And whether you can become one after getting started is another matter.

Or it's a teenage baby taking the exam, and if he does well in the exam, he can enter the military school-but these farmers themselves can't read, how can the baby born pass the exam.

The road was also blocked.

Can't go up.

So for these farmers.

There is basically no way to get ahead.

Just when the big guy is complaining.

A man carrying a musket, wearing a red woolen military uniform with epaulets off his shoulders, limping as he walked, and a man with a long scar on his face walked up.

A glance.

The farmers present did not dare to speak.

"Whatever you say! If anyone is caught by me speaking ill of the imperial court, be careful, I'm ruthless!"

Zhang Baozai said loudly with a cold snort.

He joined the army from Zhanjiang, Guangdong during the battle of Nanxiong Prefecture.

Wounded during the Northeast War.

His right calf was crushed by the horse and fractured.

After he recovered, he became lame.

However, he won the title of Lord for his meritorious service.

Settled in Changzhou.

Received 130 acres of military meritorious land in Changzhou.

They are also members of the Changzhou House of Representatives—they are all elected by the votes of wounded soldiers who have retired and settled in Changzhou. When they go to Changzhou for a meeting, even the magistrate is polite.

Moreover, a magistrate was assigned to the local area.

Although the feet are lame.

But as a veteran who fought from Guangdong to the Northeast.

He walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

No ordinary farmer would dare to confront him.

Being stared at by him, I feel a little anxious, my hands are shaking, I am afraid that this murderer will open his hands and beat someone.

Just now.

A young scholar in a red official uniform came.

The scholar is a member of the local Li family, named Li Tong, who was admitted as a scholar and became the local official of the township—equivalent to the head of the township.

The peasants were afraid of Zhang Baozai, but they were not afraid of Li Tong.

After all, it is the local area.

So they all shouted: "Li Xiucai, how can my field be Shangtian? It's so unfair!"

"Yes, yes, Li Xiucai, please tell the higher-ups that we don't pay taxes, but the taxes are too much."

"We're all dying."

Li Xiucai had a smile on his face.

I don't think so in my heart.

If you change your muddy legs, you will offend a large number of officials in Changzhou government.

Who would do such a stupid thing.

"Hey, why is your field already on the field?"

Zhang Baozai stared at one of them with a fierce look on his face and asked, he had dealt with the fight between this family and another family over water source, but this family was on a high terrain, so there was no fight
In rural areas, disputes over water sources are very common.

The farmer could only sigh in the end: "Who says it's not, my house is dry land, how could it be Shangtian!"

"Show me your land certificate!"

Zhang Baozai said.

"Damn it, all these corrupt officials should be killed! I will never let you down if you dare to fool the emperor like this!"

"Show me your land certificates. I can speak in Changzhou Mansion. If I can't, I will go to Zhongdu and sue the emperor!"

Zhang Baozai yelled loudly.

Li Xiucai's face froze, and he squinted at the foreign military officer.

Do not.
Zhang Baozai is not a military officer now, but a civil servant!

And it's still a civil servant with a lot of background.

Local officials like Li Xiucai dare not offend.

Because he has the title of a lord, and many of his comrades-in-arms are high officials in the capital.

Those revolutionary comrades are still alive.

What's more, Emperor Zhu attached the most importance to the future of these military officers who retired due to injuries, and often ordered rewards. There was also a reception desk in the Grand Marshal's Mansion to receive petitions from "retired soldiers".

If you offend others, they really dare to stab things to the sky.

He hurriedly said: "Wait a minute! Everyone, what can you earn by farming in the pass? Why not join a collective farm outside the pass!"

"A couple has [-] acres of land, and they will be exempted from the land tax for three years. The government will also pay the travel expenses, seeds, rations, and housing expenses!"

"Outside the pass? It's bitter cold outside the pass, who will go!"

"Yes, yes, we went outside the customs only if we couldn't survive. We still have a few acres of land, which is not enough."

Everyone shouted.

It's really going to the point where I'm going to leave the customs.

These farmers are unwilling again.

Because although it is registered as Ueda now.

But the long price was removed.

Paying taxes according to the parity price, their burden is actually smaller than before according to the long-term price.

But in this day and age, farmers always like the old rules and the old ways.

The same is true of the attitude towards the rectification of land taxes.

How many people are willing to leave home thousands of miles to go outside the customs?
(End of this chapter)