The road to immortality for a hundred generations

Chapter 33 Rumors
"It's not necessary,"

Wang Feng shook his head slightly, "My opinion is that from now on, all taxes will be reduced to [-]%, and all profits from the shops taken over by the gangs will be invested in building roads, renovating the county, relieving poor people, and cleaning up bandits. "

He moved to the county town for five years, during which time he saved a lot of money.

Although the consumption of cultivation will increase greatly after breaking through Xiantian, the money accumulated can be used for a year and a half.

His plan is to let the county develop for a period of time, and then wait until the economy booms, and then collect the proceeds from the county government's filial piety.

After all, it is possible for the economic gap between poor counties and rich counties to be more than ten times a year.

"Reduce taxes?"

Magistrate Liang was slightly stunned. Although he was puzzled, he didn't have many objectionable thoughts.

First of all, as the county magistrate, he naturally hopes that everyone can live and work in peace and contentment; secondly, although taxes have been reduced, due to taking over farmland from gang forces, the county government's income is not only expected to not decrease, but will even increase.

The base tax of the Wei Dynasty was [-]%, and this part needed to be turned over to the court.

Local governments can appropriately increase taxes based on local conditions and use them for local construction and development.

Due to the remote location of Qingshan County, Magistrate Liang did not increase the tax too much, but only increased it from [-]% to [-]%.

Although in the future, according to this innate request, taxes will be reduced to the basic tax rate, and the county government will no longer have additional income, but you must know that the county government itself has official land and official shops.

In addition, after each household was allocated nine acres of cultivated land, the remaining [-] acres of cultivated land was attributed to the county government. The annual income from this part of the cultivated land was also considerable.

Anyway, no matter what, the county government will never lose money, it’s just how much it makes.

"Remember, road construction must be the first priority. Renovate all official roads in the entire county to make sure the roads are smooth and wide. Tigers, leopards and jackals near the official roads need to be cleared regularly."

Wang Feng emphasized.

To be rich, build roads first.

Although he was just an ordinary person in his previous life, he still understood this truth.

"I understand."

Magistrate Liang nodded.

After several recent contacts, he discovered that this Xiantian had an unexpectedly good heart.

He even suspected that the innate in front of him had climbed up from the bottom step by step, although the probability was very slim.

"By the way, I need some aged medicinal materials for my practice here. You should have them in your official treasury, right?"

Wang Feng mentioned casually.

"Yes, yes, I will send someone to take you there,"

Magistrate Liang nodded repeatedly and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He is not afraid of the other person's desires, as long as he does it within the scope of his tolerance, then having desires is a good thing.

I'm just afraid that the other person is a saint and doesn't want anything.

That would be a little difficult.

"Hey! Have you heard? Have you heard? The official said that every household will receive land!"

On a shopping street, a vendor who was idle suddenly raised a topic with a mysterious look on his face.

"real or fake?"

"And this good thing?"

"Why is this, Brother Wan? Why does the government give us land?" "My mother-in-law once said that pie does not fall from the sky. In my opinion, what you said is just a rumor that has been passed around. .”

When several vendors around him heard this, they immediately became interested and gathered together to chat.

"Of course it's true! My brother-in-law works in the county government. This is what he said personally."

The vendor surnamed Wan said quite proudly.

It is for this reason that he has waived at least half of the protection fees every time in the past. Sometimes when he met a gang member who collected protection fees, he was in a good mood and even waived it.

"What the fuck! Are you giving us farmland? How can the government be so kind? Just listen to this. Whoever believes it has their brains muddled by shit."

A vendor who didn't come around scoffed.

"Hey! Why are you so ungrateful? Liangshan County's tax rate is only [-]%. It is already a well-known low-tax urban and rural area. Don't be ungrateful."

Consumer surnamed Wan frowned and looked at that person.

This man had slightly gloomy triangular eyes, was not tall, and was lame in his left leg.

He vaguely remembered that this person had only come here in the past two years, unlike several other businesses around him who had been setting up stalls here for generations or for more than ten years.

The sarcasm on the lame man's face became more obvious: "Bah! That dog officer is just trying to gain a good reputation so that he can get promoted and make a fortune in the future. Counting the gang's protection fee, I have to pay more than half of it every month Money goes out, a good official? He is clearly a dog official!"

As soon as he said this, not to mention the vendor surnamed Wan, even several other vendors looked unhappy.

Provoking trouble, right?I will report you to the government when I close the stall at noon.

At this moment, more than one person thought so.

"Brother Wan, leave this bitch and continue talking about the government handing out land."

One of the vendors rubbed his hands together and began to fantasize in his mind.

Although he knew that this matter was most likely just a rumor and could not be true.

But as a low-level civilian, in addition to living a peaceful and stable life every day, the rest is only fantasy.

"Okay, then I'll continue."

Seeing people cheering, the vendor surnamed Wan suppressed his displeasure and continued, "My brother-in-law said that starting from next month, each household will be given nine acres of cultivated land!"

However, as soon as these words came out, the vendors who gathered around dispersed as if they had agreed.

"Nine acres?! Brother Wan, are you kidding me?"

"Haha, Brother Wan, you have to be more truthful when making up lies. Nine acres per household? Do you know how many households there are in Qingshan County? More than seven thousand households! Nine acres per person means at least [-] acres of land! Where did you get all those fields?”

"To be honest, if you say three or two acres, I really believe it. Even if it's one acre per person, I believe it. As for the nine acres per household you said, Brother Wan? Let's forget it."

"My brother-in-law is a government official! What do you know? The news we get will only be true, not false. What do you know? What do you know?"

"Brother Wan, last time you said you would reduce taxes, but it has been three days, and there has been no movement. Then you said that the government would provide relief to poor families, but there was no response. Now you actually say that every person and every household will receive a tax payment. Nine acres of land, tsk tsk tsk, brother Wan, I think you are daydreaming and confused, right?"

"That's it! That's it! My uncle is still a jailer, why haven't I heard about these things that you said, Brother Wan?"

Seeing everyone's reaction, the vendor surnamed Wan's cheeks turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he argued: "Can it be the same? The jailer is a jailer, and the yamen servant is a yamen servant, and the channels for receiving information are different."

Then why is it that his brother-in-law is highly respected, so he knows this kind of thing and so on.

However, everyone still didn't believe it and continued to laugh. The whole street was filled with a happy atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)