The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Wang Cong threw the man aside, and the young man fell down beside his companion with a thud.

Blood Bag Armor raised his head and saw the young man. His eyes were filled with tears, so that his eyeballs could not be seen. He whimpered twice and the tears flowed out from the slits of his eyes.

The young man's eyes widened. He didn't expect his companion to be beaten so badly.

Suddenly, I didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Seeing that they brought back another person, who was a complete stranger, An Chen walked around the person, looked at him, turned around and asked, "Are you sure it's him?"

Pan Yun: "Please take back the word 'ma'."

She squatted down and pinched the young man's face, straightened it, pointed at both sides of his cheeks and forehead and said, "It clearly says, it's me!"

An Chen looked at his smooth face in silence.

The young man was also silent.

Pan Yun pulled the handkerchief out of his mouth, opened his collar with a look of disgust and threw it in: "I'm returning your handkerchief."

Silence is the norm for young people.

Pan Yun dragged a chair over and sat opposite him, looking down at the person sitting on the ground: "Tell me, what's your name, where is your ancestral home, where do you live now..."

Pan Yun leaned forward and looked at him, and asked with a half-smile, "Who sent you to come to me?"

The young man turned his head away and ignored her.

Pan Jun sighed, crossed her legs, and swung her toes in front of his eyes: "You want to cooperate, but you don't give your name. This is the first time I have seen such an insincere alliance."

The young man said in a cold voice: "Miss Pan, you don't need to know who my master is. You just need to know that my master is willing to work with Miss Pan to overthrow the thief Wang and clear the injustice for Master Pan."

"Miss Pan?" Pan Jun smiled widely. "Pin... Oh no, this is the first time I've heard someone call me that since I was a little girl. Well, since you're a sweet talker and don't threaten me as directly as a bodyguard like you, I can tell you straight away that I don't want to!"

The young man frowned, "Why? If you defeat the thief Wang, you will get your revenge and Pan Hong's grievances will be redressed. Why are you unwilling?"

Pan Yun: "I don't want to, what does your master think?"

The young man was slightly annoyed and said in a deep voice: "This matter is beyond your control, Miss Pan. You can be willful, but your father and brother are still in the capital.

If this case cannot be overturned, Pan Hong and Xue Xuan will inevitably be charged with forming a clique for personal gain. Xue Xuan has a high reputation and is supported by students from Hexi and Hedong. Wang Zhen dare not kill him, but your father and brother may not be so sure."

Pan Yun leaned forward and stared at him, then suddenly smiled: "I'm afraid that Wang Zhen is not the only one who wants to kill my father and brother. You guys should want to kill my father and brother even more and put the blame on Wang Zhen, right?"

The young man's face changed, and Pan Jun slapped his head, making him stunned: "Do you really think that I, Pan Jun, am too young to tell good from bad? It's obviously you who have holes in your brains and can't understand what people say!"

The young man's head was buzzing from the beating, and he didn't care about hiding for a moment. He even forgot the strategy of "persuading" with kind words before, and shouted: "If we can get rid of this cancer for the country, why not sacrifice two or three people?"

He said loudly: "If Lord Pan knew that sacrificing himself could bring down Wang Zhen and bring order to the court, he would definitely be willing—"

He fell to the ground, covering his face, and spat out a tooth with a "pop".

Pan Jun jumped up, holding his right hand, and shook it repeatedly, shouting, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

The young man raised his head. His left cheek was visibly red and swollen, with five slap marks clearly visible on his face.

An Chen: ...This slap was heavier than the one that the five of them spanked that bloody armor for fifteen minutes. It seems that Pan Yun is really angry.

The young man's voice was vague, but his tone was extremely firm: "Even if you kill me, I will still say that if we can get rid of the treacherous Wang Zhen, it is worth sacrificing so many lives."

Pan Yun stopped crying out in pain and squatted in front of him, looking at him: "Even if it's your life?"

The young man said firmly: "Even if it's my life."

Pan Jun sneered and said softly: "Idiot~"

The young man glared at him, "How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan..." Pan Yun interrupted him, "Do you know how much tax and labor service are levied in Jiangnan every year?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then his face turned excited: "Of course I know that the court is unfair, and the highest tax burden is levied on Jiangnan. This is all because of the treacherous officials in power..."

"You are right. There are indeed treacherous people in power, but this treacherous person is not Wang Zhen," Pan Yun said with a cold look. "The eight prefectures in Jiangnan are a land of fish and rice. They can grow crops twice a year. The grain output of them and Jingchu alone accounts for half of the Ming Dynasty."

"Emperor Taizu Gao allocated high taxes to Jiangnan because the geographical and ecological environment here are excellent," Pan Yun said with a serious face. "If the tax is allocated as Emperor Taizu Gao envisioned, the overall tax in Jiangnan is heavy, but when it comes to each household, the people in Jiangnan still live much better than the people in the north and Lingnan."

"But the officials and gentry are unwilling to pay taxes and serve in the army, so they will push their taxes and labor service onto the local people; the gentry and big businessmen are also unwilling to pay taxes, or want to pay less taxes, so they conceal the land and population, collude with officials, and let the ordinary people share more taxes and labor service. That's why the people in Jiangnan live more and more miserable. This kind of thing has been going on since the time of Emperor Taizu Gao, when Wang Zhen's mother was still an embryo. Is he the treacherous one?"

The young man blushed and said in defense, "The court exempted officials and people with meritorious service from labor and taxes so that they can serve the country with peace of mind..."

"Really?" Pan Yun sat back in his chair, put his hands on the armrests, and asked him with a half-smile, "If a counselor passes the imperial examination and gets an official position, you can be exempted from labor and taxes, but are you willing to let your father and brothers serve and pay taxes?"

The young man said: "Why not? Now they are also serving in the army..."

"Your mother knelt on the ground and begged you, saying that your brother's health was bad and she was distressed."

The young man paused, "I can pay to redeem myself from my service."

Pan Yun sneered: "The labor service is calculated based on the number of acres of land. Your whole family registered the land in your name to avoid taxes. Do you remember?"

The young man's face flushed. He never thought there was anything wrong with this before, but now his face was burning. He muttered, "I studied hard for ten years, and my family paid a lot, so naturally..."

"Your uncles, brothers, aunts, and other relatives will also register their land in your name to avoid miscellaneous taxes. And your family head and relatives within the fifth degree of mourning, will you remember them? In other words, whose family do you want to register and whose family do you not want to register?"

The young man's lips trembled slightly and he was unable to speak.

Pan Yun leaned over and whispered in his ear: "The miscellaneous taxes you are exempted from have not disappeared. Each prefecture has a fixed amount of tax silver and tax grain. If you don't pay, the tax will have to be shared by those who don't have a Jinshi, Juren, or Xiucai in their families. Year after year, their taxes will become heavier and heavier..."

The young man screamed, "Stop talking - we study hard to bring honor to our family and the country. This, this is fine. It's just to avoid miscellaneous taxes. Those miscellaneous taxes are not worth mentioning..."

Pan Yun sneered: "Do you think it's just miscellaneous taxes?"

"Human greed is endless. How many people in this world can control their desires?" Pan Yun pressed on: "At first, it was miscellaneous taxes and labor service, then regular taxes, and then public land, public forests and swamps. As long as there is profit, they will pocket it all. Otherwise, why were the silver mines in Jiangxi and Fujian closed? Why did the newly opened silver mines pay eight taels of silver a year? Have you ever seen a silver mine that can earn eight taels of silver a year?"

"Was this done by Wang Zhen? Or..." Pan Jun stared at his face and asked softly, "Was this done by your master?"

The young man subconsciously denied: "No..."

Pan Yun snorted, stood up, looked down at him and said, "I don't believe you, and I don't believe the person behind you."

"A good official with justice and benevolence will not sacrifice others to set up a scheme, unless," Pan Yun raised the corner of his mouth: "he is another treacherous villain.

I don't have the leisure to help evildoers kill evildoers."

The young man was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand. If you let me go, I will tell the master of the house what you mean."

Pan Jun blinked, scratched his ears, and looked surprised: "What did you say?"

The young man felt his heart sinking when he saw this.

Pan Jun was stunned and praised: "You are so naive, I feel a little embarrassed. After all, this makes me look bad."

Miao Zhen: "Little Master, he hasn't said who his master is yet."

"It doesn't matter," Pan Yun waved his hand and said, "If he can survive and be brought back to the capital, we will naturally know who he belongs to."

Pan Jun chuckled and scratched his face, "Even if you don't tell me, I can find it out."

The young man's hair stood on end and he shuddered. (End of this chapter)