I'm really not doing business

Chapter 857: The gold and silver sent to the treasury should increase in value
There is no place for poor laborers such as tenants, vagrants, hooligans, and laborers, whether new or old. Under the small peasant economy, they are slaves under the production relations of strong personal dependence; under the commodity economy, they are all laborers under large-scale free employment relations.

The Ming Dynasty had a special word to describe this kind of people: grass.

After integrating the contradiction theory, production diagram theory, class theory and other thoughts, Li Zhi was very desperate.

According to the third volume of class theory, the volume of struggle, in theory, these slaves, these laborers, these grass and grass, they will never be able to get enough respect, because economic status determines political stance.

According to the explanation of the production diagram: personal knowledge and past experience accumulation are also personal fixed assets, because these assets can enable people to obtain long-term benefits, can give more value to labor, can enable people to obtain sufficient economic status, and then obtain political status.

What makes people despair is that the common people cannot obtain sufficient economic foundation. They have no money and no time to accumulate knowledge and experience, production experience, and the laws governing the operation of society through learning. They cannot even distinguish rumors, complete their own accumulation, and cross their own class. Naturally, they cannot complete class transition and cannot obtain political stance.

The soul-calling technique was rampant in Shanghai County. Yao Guangqi, the magistrate of Shanghai, was well aware that it was a scam. He put in a lot of effort and eventually earned the reputation of a "great benefactor". Some people firmly believed that Yao Guangqi knew magic and had broken the soul-calling technique and restored peace to Songjiang Prefecture.

Even if Yao Guangqi tried to correct it himself, he ultimately failed to change this consensus.

Even if only a minority of people can complete the class transition through their own intelligence, diligence and hard work, this small group of people will soon identify with the class they belong to.

The struggle volume says: Class identity is greater than ethnic identity, that is, class identity is the greatest identity.

Those who have completed the class transformation will immediately identify with the new class and will not work for the interests of the poor and coolies. There are too many such things in history.

Even when dynasties changed, the means of production were redistributed under the purest violence. These poor coolies lived like human beings for a short time, but they would soon slide from human beings to grass again due to annexation.

Such cycles appear again and again in history.

Li Zhi and Lin Fucheng were both liberals. The freedom they pursued was limited and confined within the scope of the Ming people. They hoped that every Ming citizen would have limited freedom, rather than freedom without responsibility.

But after defining the new system of scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, Li Zhi felt somewhat desperate, because even in theory, it was difficult to achieve freedom.

"The Dinghai school system is imperative." Zhu Yijun read the newspapers for a long time, but he didn't have any good solution. There was no other way except to popularize education, let everyone read and gain knowledge, and let everyone accumulate enough knowledge and experience.

Zhu Yijun proposed the Five Large Tiled Houses of the Wanli Reform, universal education under the Dinghai school system, medical care to train enough professional doctors and not-so-professional rural health workers, free migration with convenient transportation and reduced travel costs, free employment production relations in the commodity economy, and everyone being able to have enough food.

Zhu Yijun's answer was that these five goals would take one hundred or two hundred years to achieve.

Admittedly, this answer is not perfect, and it cannot bring true fairness and justice, nor can it allow people to live freely, but at least it allows people to live with limited freedom.

Zhu Yijun thought for a moment and said, "This is a way of distribution."

The last court meeting of the 16th year of Wanli ended, but the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty became even busier.

On the 26th, the Ming Emperor met with foreign officials, elders, and common people at Huangji Gate. He discussed the people's ideas in the imperial court and asked about government affairs in the imperial court. This had become a custom.
On the 27th, the emperor went to Nanhaizi, Daxing, to visit the families of Duntai Yuanhou and Haifang Patrol Inspector. In the afternoon, he went to Yongding Woolen Official Factory and Xishan Coal Bureau.

On the 28th, the emperor went to Beitu City, met with clan members at the Ten Princes' Palace, met with doctors and academicians at the Imperial Academy of Gewu, and reviewed the troops in the afternoon.

On the morning of the 29th, the emperor and the empress went to the orphanage to visit the widows, widowers and the lonely.

The current Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is the most active emperor in the history of the Ming Dynasty.

The New Year of the 17th year of Wanli arrived on time, and there was joy everywhere. On the evening of New Year's Eve, the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty received civil and military officials who came to celebrate the New Year in Tonghe Palace, and the Empress received the ladies of honor in the back garden.

On New Year's Eve, the stokers in the watchtower would observe the entire city with telescopes. Once a fire broke out anywhere, the stokers would go out together to put out the fire. Even though Wang Xiyuan, the chancellor of Shuntian Prefecture, had designated areas for the concentrated setting off of fireworks and firecrackers, there were still some people who did not abide by these rules and set off fireworks in the city.

This is not fireworks at all, it's setting fire!
"Year after year." Zhu Yijun stretched his body, looked at Zhu Changzhi and said with a smile: "Isn't it very boring?"

Zhu Changzhi has a good personality and is very patient, but he is still a child after all. This kind of boring ritual always wears out the child's limited patience the fastest.

"It's indeed a bit boring." Zhu Changzhi replied in a low voice after seeing that all the ministers had left.

Zhu Yijun smiled and said, "I think so too. It is indeed very boring."

"But if I don't allow the ministers to pay New Year's greetings, they will submit memorials and keep on complaining, saying that the prime minister is stopping them from seeing the emperor and that they are plotting to usurp the throne. If I don't allow the ministers to see you, they will say that Zhu Changzhi has fallen out of favor, and so on."

"Ministers are always right, even more so than children." Zhu Changzhi showed an expression that said I am very sensible. He seldom cried or made a fuss. He felt that he behaved better than the ministers, who were always right in everything!
"So, we have to do it even if we are bored. With this time, how many memorials can we read? We have only read 400 of the 1,000 memorials issued by Danchi. They have to be sent to the cabinet on the sixth day of the first lunar month." Zhu Yijun laughed.

Queen Wang brought up the eldest prince very well. He was polite to outsiders, but in private, he was a very lively child who would express his true thoughts. At least he was not timid and nervous when saying auspicious words.

Of course, when Queen Wang beat Zhu Changzhi, Zhu Yijun had to temporarily avoid the spotlight.

"Report!" A Tiqi cavalryman quickly ran into the Tonghe Palace, holding up the expedited Tang newspaper in his hand and loudly said: "Urgent news from the front line! General Qi led the Beijing Camp in Nagato Castle and wiped out all 18,000 people of Mori Terumoto's headquarters!"

"Present it." Zhu Yijun immediately stood up, walked to the feng shui map, and looked at the contents of the newspaper bit by bit.

Toyotomi Hideyoshi ceded the northern cities of Izumo, Iwami, and Nagato to the Ming Dynasty, hoping that the Ming Dynasty would help ban the Pure Land Sect. The Ming Dynasty agreed. When Toyotomi Hideyoshi ceded the land, he did not feel any pain at all. Many cities in these three reitoki provinces all belonged to Mori Terumoto.

Mori Terumoto had retained too much strength on the Korean battlefield. If the Ming army had not been on his territory, he would have already started to go to Kyoto to compete with Toyotomi Hideyoshi for the position of regent.

Mori Terumoto was a little unwilling to accept the result, and wanted to take advantage of the cold winter before the New Year to catch Qi Jiguang off guard and recover some lost territory.

He planned to take advantage of Qi Jiguang's absence to attack Nagato Castle and recapture Nagato. In this way, the Ming Dynasty's actual control over Japan would lose its biggest fulcrum.

The Ming Dynasty's rule over Japan was entirely dependent on Nagato Castle, because all sea transportation had to go from Busan Port to Nagato Castle and then be transferred to other places. Once Nagato Castle was recaptured by Mori Terumoto, the Ming Dynasty would not be able to defend any of the cities it had captured.

The reason why Mori Terumoto took the risk was not because he was crazy. If he did nothing now, he would be waiting for death. If he really allowed the Ming Dynasty to operate for a few years and take root, he would never be able to take back Iwami Silver Mine.

Iwami Silver Mine is the largest silver mine in the entire Japan, and the second richest silver mine in the world after the silver mines. It is the purse of Mori Terumoto. Without the purse, he would have no chance of taking up his sword and going to Kyoto.

He had a good idea: to launch a surprise attack on Nagato Castle, recover all lost territories, counterattack Tsushima Island, and cut off the Ming Dynasty's ability to directly interfere in the situation in Japan's mainland by force.

The information about Mori Terumoto was sent to Iwami Ginzan, where Qi Jiguang was building a camp and fort to inspect His Majesty's mines. After hearing the news, he secretly returned to Nagato Castle and began to formulate an ambush plan.

Mori Terumoto thought he was attacking Nagato Castle, which had no commander and was poorly defended, but he was caught red-handed by Qi Jiguang. Of Mori Terumoto's 18,000 soldiers, some were killed or captured, and only less than 2,000 escaped from the battlefield.

"Okay, okay, there will be a big reward." Zhu Yijun smiled brightly.

This battle completely cut off the Japanese ambition to regain lost territory. After that, Mori Terumoto really had no ability to counterattack. All the strength he had preserved on the Korean battlefield was used up.

"Is Mori Terumoto sick? He wants to poison the Ming army under the pretext of condolences? He doesn't even understand conspiracies and tricks." Zhu Yijun handed the report to Feng Baoxia's cabinet and said with a bit of gloating.

Mori Terumoto wanted to poison the Ming army. He used Japanese women to express his condolences and used alcohol to poison them.

People cannot imagine things they have not seen before. Mori Terumoto thought that the Ming army was of the same kind as the Japanese pirates, and that this plan would definitely succeed, so he prepared a thousand Japanese women, brought poisoned wine, and came to the Ming army camp.

When Mori Terumoto received the signal that the plan had succeeded, he began to advance, completely unaware that the signal was sent by Li Rusong. Mori Terumoto led his men to rush forward, and then, he was surrounded by Qi Jiguang.

It was still the well-trained line formation and the dense muskets that caused Mori Terumoto to fall to the ground on his way to charge. Morale soon became low, and when the samurai who were supervising the battle began to flee, a great defeat began.

"It is extremely difficult to completely wipe out the enemy in a large-scale war. Every time it happens, it is full of various coincidences." Zhu Yijun was very satisfied with this victory.

Qi Jiguang did not organize this event specifically as a New Year's gift. It was just a simple military operation, and the victory news arrived just in time for the New Year. This was also part of the coincidence.

There was another coincidence this time. Halfway through the battle, it suddenly started snowing, and it was heavy snow. The temperature dropped rapidly, causing the ground to be slippery and muddy. Japan was unable to leave the battlefield at all, which added a strong stroke to Qi Jiguang's dazzling military achievements.

This battle completely crushed the Japanese's courage, and the Ming army in Beijing could finally return victoriously. Of the more than 70,000 Liaodong troops, 40,000 of them, led by General Zu Chengxun, would garrison in Japan.

"I remember that General Qi ambushed Dong Huli in this way. He killed Dong Huli's troops and captured his nephew." Zhu Yijun talked about the old story.

Feng Bao also said with some emotion: "Your Majesty is wise. At that time, when General Qi came to the capital to receive the reward, Your Majesty directly conferred the title of Earl of Qian'an on General Qi, which surprised the Prime Minister. Yang Bo took the opportunity to make trouble, but the Prime Minister responded flexibly and blocked Yang Bo with a heart-piercing argument."

"Sixteen years have passed." Zhu Yijun looked at the geomancy map of the Ming Dynasty. This geomancy map was the explanation given to the people of the world in the sixteenth year of the Ming Dynasty's Zhenwu period.

Zhu Yijun had a very happy New Year, and of course this year's Aoshan Lantern Festival was also very spectacular.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the last day of his holiday, the Ming Emperor, who had finally managed to take half a day off, leisurely picked up a newspaper, read two paragraphs, and immediately discovered that he had gigantic fear. He really hated big idiots from the bottom of his heart!

The editor of this miscellaneous newspaper named "Liangyou Zatan" was quite puzzled by the fact that the court trained unprofessional health workers. He believed that the court should focus on training professional doctors and run every pharmacy for the benefit of the people well.

The author thought: since the health workers are not good at treating patients and are at best quack doctors, why not let patients go to the county or city's Huimin pharmacies for treatment? Wouldn't it be better to do everything possible to build Huimin pharmacies?

The logic seems perfect. The money for training health workers can be used to build people-friendly pharmacies, train more professional doctors, and treat all the patients who come to the clinic.

Zhu Yijun slapped the newspaper on the table, pointed at it and said, "It's more than 40 miles from the countryside to the county, and you have to go back and forth within a day, otherwise you have to live in the fields! Ox carts and donkey carts, you have to borrow them from the landlords. Rural people go to the city on foot. A patient has to walk 80 miles a day? The road is not easy to walk, and there are wolves and tigers on the road. You need a pass to enter the city." "Why do we need to train health workers? To make people less sick is the meaning of training health workers!"

"Are the people in the countryside human? Are they human?! Why don't you just eat meat!"

Zhu Yijun was very angry because he saw the arrogance of these officials who did not treat people as human beings. These officials did not consider the common people in the countryside at all and did not even treat them as human beings.

Just like the old and new scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, these scribes never thought about what would happen to the poor laborers and the patients who could not reach the county or prefecture pharmacies.

When people in the countryside get seriously ill, they would at most ask a shaman to perform a ritual to cure them. If the illness could not be cured, they would just leave it to fate and would not take the patients to the Huimin Pharmacy in the city. Even though the Huimin Pharmacy claims to benefit the people, the cost of the medicine is still very high and not affordable for the poor laborers.

Death was a very common thing for poor laborers, so there was a village woman who cut off her own uterus and rewarded herself with a bowl of brown sugar egg custard, and there was Carpenter Zheng who sawed off his own legs and died of infection.

The health workers who went to the countryside were all selected from the villages. They went to the county’s Huimin Pharmacy to learn about hygiene and simple preventive measures, popularizing rural hygiene and reducing the number of illnesses among the people.

Even if this rural health worker is indeed a quack doctor who cannot cure any illness, it is better than having no one.

But in the eyes of scholars like Bi Zheng, it was simply a waste of national treasury.

"The masters in the city are human beings, but the villagers outside the city are not human beings? Who is this person?" Zhu Yijun's expression was somewhat solemn.

Feng Bao looked at the name of the pen master, found a list in the study of the imperial study, searched for a while, handed it to His Majesty and said, "This pen master's name is Liu Wenlin, from Huangzhou Prefecture in Huguang. His grandfather went to Huimin Pharmacy in Wuchang Prefecture for appendicitis surgery three years ago."

"So Liu Wenlin naturally believed that when a person is sick, he should go to a large pharmacy for treatment. Rural doctors are unreliable, and large pharmacies can cure diseases."

"That's not surprising. Liu Wenlin has lived his whole life this way, so he naturally thinks that other people live this way, too."

Liu Wenlin's family was well-off and he had no worries about food and clothing. For him, transportation in the Ming Dynasty was very convenient. With his academic achievement, he could go anywhere. With his parents' wealth, he needed three carriages to travel to the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and he also needed more than a dozen servants to protect his safety.

For him, the Ming Dynasty had convenient transportation and abundant medical resources. If the treatment in Huangzhou Prefecture was not effective, he would go to Wuchang Prefecture. If the treatment in Wuchang Prefecture was still not effective, he would go to Beiya Shuntian Prefecture.

Liu Wenlin lived like this for more than 20 years. If he were asked to write an article, he would write an article like "Why not eat meat porridge?"

Zhu Yijun pondered for a while and said, "This won't work. These people are lazy and don't know how to distinguish between the five grains."

"Submit a letter to the Ministry of Rites, and convey my decree that all those who work as scribes for miscellaneous newspapers in the future must first do farm work for a year at Beiya Huangzhuang, and then do manual labor at Xishan Coal Bureau for a year before they can take up their posts. It is really not possible to not participate in labor."

"I obey your order!" Feng Bao happily ran to the Ministry of Rites to announce the order. As long as it could make things difficult for the scholars and allow Feng Bao to supervise personally, he would be willing to do so!
Feng Bao took the imperial edict with His Majesty's seal and pedaled all the way to the Ministry of Rites on his landlubber. Feng Bao called this kind of vehicle a "踆乌", but His Majesty called it a "浪鸭子", and after a while, no one called it a "踆乌" anymore.

Feng Bao waited until all the officials of the Ministry of Rites had gathered, then he shouted in a strident voice:
"Your Majesty has issued an order, which states that all those who write for miscellaneous newspapers must first work in the imperial farm for a year, and then work in the coal mines in the western mountains for a year before they are allowed to write. If you have not experienced the hardships of farming, how can you understand the sufferings of the people? Those who violate this order will never be allowed to work. This is my order!"

This is His Majesty. His Majesty did not get angry with Liu Wenlin, because not only Liu Wenlin thought so, but all the Bi Zhengs thought so. So when he targeted them, he directly targeted the group of Bi Zhengs.

Feng Bao handed the thin page of imperial edict to Shen Li and said, "Grand Master, this is the handwriting of His Majesty, you must execute it carefully. Although we don't have much ability, we can still keep an eye on them and we must not let them be lazy."

"Okay, okay." Shen Li confirmed the seal and notes of the imperial edict, and then asked in confusion, "What happened in the palace to make His Majesty so furious? Why did he suddenly send a strict edict to the Ministry of Rites?"

Feng Bao immediately pulled out a newspaper from his sleeve and handed it to Shen Li, saying, "Oh! I'm getting angry just talking about this!"

"General Qi wiped out 18,000 Japanese pirates in Nagato Castle in Japan a few years ago. That was a complete annihilation, a complete annihilation campaign that had not been achieved in the three years of fighting in the Korean battlefield. This New Year, the palace is full of joy, and your majesty is smiling wherever he goes. How many days have you been happy?"

"Who would have thought that today, when His Majesty was free and reading the newspaper, he was directly angered by what Bi Zheng wrote."

"Grand Master, tell me, isn't this bullying?! Bullying your Majesty for being magnanimous and not arguing with these cheap scholars who gossip!"

"Your Majesty, you have suffered too much injustice over the years in order to open up the channels for people to express their opinions!"

"Yes, yes, Dayang is right." Shen Li didn't dare to argue with Feng Bao about who was being bullied.

Shen Li's face turned pale after reading the newspaper. Sometimes it's really no wonder that His Majesty gets angry. Who doesn't know that His Majesty is really happy these days? Isn't this just adding to the trouble?
The Ministry of Rites was in charge of cultural and educational matters, and the management of Bizheng was also under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Rites. If there was a problem with Bizheng, it was equivalent to a problem with the Ministry of Rites.

Shen Li thought for a while and said, "How about this? Every spring March and summer May are designated as farming months. A piece of land is specially allocated to the students of the Imperial College and the University Hall to be responsible for farming and harvesting."

"To avoid such a joke in the future, please report this to your majesty."

"It has to be the Grand Master of the Imperial Clan! What a good idea!" Feng Bao said with a gleam in his eyes, while punching his left fist with his right palm: "No trouble, no trouble. Once we have the definite news, we will definitely send someone to tell the Grand Master of the Imperial Clan. The Grand Master of the Imperial Clan will draft a memorial, and we will push the process forward."

Even if Shen Li doesn't give money, Feng Bao will spread this message!
Feng Bao returned to the palace and told the emperor about it, and the emperor immediately agreed. Xu Jue made a special trip to convey the emperor's intention, and the Ministry of Rites began to draft a memorial to prevent the students of the Imperial College and the University from getting the serious disease that all the rice was grown on the shelves.

While the Emperor and the Grand Eunuch of the Imperial Treasury were thinking about how to make things difficult for the students, Zhang Juzheng came to the Tonghe Palace with a memorial in hand, asking for a meeting.

"Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. May your Majesty be in good health." Zhang Juzheng greeted him respectfully.

"No need to be polite, please sit down. Feng Daban, please keep the tea ready." Zhu Yijun motioned Zhang Juzheng to sit down. He talked to Zhang Juzheng in detail about the miscellaneous newspapers, farming, and work.

"Your Majesty, this must be done!"

"Since the censors in the Metropolitan Censorate began to carry water by themselves, they have no longer troubled the poor laborers. This is a great thing. I think that schools in prefectures, counties and districts should also be promoted. Even if it is difficult to supervise, it is better than not knowing the difference between the five grains. This will only cultivate a bunch of cheap scholars."

"I think that after the next year's examination, the weight of mathematics should be gradually increased, to at least 50%. If you are not good at mathematics, you will not be able to pass the imperial examination. Only then can mathematics be truly promoted."

"When it comes to mathematics, if you don't know it, you don't know it. You can't lie about it." Zhang Juzheng fully agreed with your majesty's decision to embarrass the humble scholar, and even wanted to wave his hands to show his approval.

Zhang Juzheng went even further and increased the weight of mathematics in grades to at least 50%, or even 70%, in order to avoid cultivating lowly Confucian scholars.

"Just as you said, sir. You are indeed a sir." Zhu Yijun's eyes lit up and he agreed deeply!

This is a new progress in the Ming Dynasty's educational reform. By taking advantage of this despicable Confucian's nonsense, we can deepen the educational reform.

"Your Majesty has sent a memorial to the cabinet asking about government affairs. I have taken it here." Zhang Juzheng handed the memorial to His Majesty. He naturally had something to say when he came to Tonghe Palace.

This year, when Danchi was discussing government affairs, a Miao man came from Yunnan. He was from the Eighteen Villages of Mile Prefecture in Yunnan. There were three chieftains in these Eighteen Villages, who were feuding with each other. This Miao man could not even write, and his Chinese was not very fluent. He was the common people who were summoned by Your Majesty alone.

Mu Changzuo, Duke of Qian, the Governor of Yunnan, and local officials focused their main energy on attacking Toungoo and did not have much time to manage these chieftains.

As soon as the management was relaxed a little, three chieftains with a feud started to slaughter the Miao people.

Zhang Juzheng shook his head and said, "The three chieftains have been killing each other for years. The Qianguo Mansion has been suppressing the Miao people for a while. However, when they are a little weak, the chieftains start to go crazy. For example, in just half a year, fourteen villages including Zhuyuan, Pengpu, Luohong Village, and Yimutian were all ravaged. The corpses of 15,000 Miao people piled up like a mountain. It was a horrible sight."

There were less than 30,000 people in the 18 villages, but the Miao people massacred each other, killing 15,000 people, and 14 villages were completely burned down.

The Duke of Qian's mansion dispatched two thousand Han soldiers to the scene. They buried the corpses in each village and finally compiled a total number. The Duke of Qian was furious and ordered an attack on the three chieftains, the Lu, Ming and Sha families. All the bandits were beheaded, and only then did the public anger subside.

But the pain caused was irreparable. Zhang Juzheng's idea was to fully promote the policy of converting native people into officials. This was not only out of the need for ruling, but also out of the need to stabilize the area and settle the Miao people.

Zhang Juzheng was born in Huguang, and he had seen the Miao people massacring a village, but the imperial court did not have the energy to push this matter forward.

"Your Majesty, the Duke of Qian must be angry. The Duke of Qian's Mansion spent two hundred years sorting out the conflicts among these hereditary chieftains, persuading one family and another. It was not easy to settle down and give the people of Yunnan a chance to breathe. Now that they have relaxed a little, it starts all over again."

"I think the court should pay attention to the Miao rebellion." Zhang Juzheng said worriedly: "The Han army in Yunnan and Sichuan is attacking Toungoo, and the chieftains in Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Guizhou are beginning to stir. If there is a riot, it is the right way to suppress it and change the chieftains into officials."

"What you said is absolutely right, sir." Zhu Yijun said with deep agreement.

When the Ming Dynasty drove the Miao people to expand their business, it was never the evil Ming army that burned, killed, and looted everywhere, killing countless people. Instead, it was the feuds between the chieftains that made life unbearable for the Miao people. So they took the initiative to surrender to the Ming court and even led the way for the Ming army. When Zeng Shengwu pacified Jiusi, there were more Miao people who showed the way than those who caused chaos.

The only solution the Miao people could think of in the midst of war was to ask the Ming army to come down to earth, comfort the people and punish the culprits.

When the Ming army left, they cried and begged the Ming officers and soldiers to stay there, to change their nationality to Han nationality, to intermarry with each other, and finally to establish the monarchy.

"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Revenue's annual revenue this year is over 46 million silver coins, far exceeding the Ministry's expectations." Zhang Juzheng took out another memorial from the Ministry of Revenue.

Last year's annual revenue was 4100 million silver taels. This year, the Ministry of Revenue expects 4300 million silver taels, and the year-end budget estimate adds million silver taels.

"The land tax was converted into 1650 million silver taels, which was 2900 silver taels less than last year. The commercial taxes, including taxes on government factories, coal, iron and tobacco monopolies, currency exchange and customs duties, etc., amounted to more than million silver taels in the th year of the Wanli reign, and the proportion of commercial taxes exceeded %."

Zhang Juzheng said solemnly: "The amount of gold and silver sent to the treasury should be increased from 120 million silver to 240 million silver."

(End of this chapter)