Chapter 3 Buffering

"At present, there is no special tax on green salt, only the market tax, if the sugar industry is taxed, and it is government-run and state-owned, it may lead to criticism, and this matter needs to be considered in the long run. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Fang Xuanling, who was frowning, was a little depressed, and now there is disagreement within the imperial court, not only the issue of taxation of sugar, but also the need to completely package and franchise salt, iron, sugar, and tea silk. The interest of the civil officials was quite high, mainly led by important ministers whose family power was not strong, as well as Ma Zhou......

Fang Xuanling once wondered if Ma Zhou's goods were the heirs of the Legalist family from generation to generation, and why he was so focused on the king. Only the people of the Legalists will use the law to serve the king.

"It's really not good at the moment."

Du Ruhui is not playing against the stage, he looked at Fang Qiao and said solemnly, "The calculation of the military state household registration is not as good as the previous dynasty." Most of the hidden households become private property and operate economic things. Last year, Hedong silk and hemp yielded high, but he bought rations from Hebei, why? At present, the sugar industry does not need acres of grain to grow sweet cane, but in the long run, it will grow sweet cane for profit. The tax policy has not yet been decided, and the law of intercropping makes them use beans as cane, which is really cunning. ”

"Big households only started to get involved in the sugar industry the year before last, and they are unwilling to give up."

Dai Xuan still knows a lot about the Shandong Shi clan, but at the moment he is not speaking by force, if he really fights it, it will definitely leave his name in the annals of history, of course, what is this reputation, it is probably how the Zhenguan monarch and ministers use strict laws.

"Alas......"

Someone sighed, it was a fat man, his name was Li Jing.

The tycoons who participate in politics and politics are also quite concerned about taxation, mainly because they are not dealing with numbers as before now, and their subordinates are a little worse, and they are confused.

Just by auditing this part, it is not clear that the emperor has his own private accounts, but the emperor's internal funds, that is, a small court, do not match the boundaries with the outer courts. But in the past few years, the emperor's money has been spent, and he has praised the money for ten years, and it is cool to spend it in one go, but this year he has to tighten his belt to live, and the emperor is willing to do it?

Either the foreign dynasty will subsidize him with taxes, or levy special taxes. But the special tax does not dare to levy on the salt and iron, it is really impossible to eat without sugar, and it will really kill people if there is no salt to eat, as long as it is not forced to no way, it will not be levied on salt and iron, and the city tax is enough.

The salt market is large enough, even if the imperial court cannot collect taxes in all aspects, as long as the large market can collect taxes, it can ensure stability, and it can almost get two or three percent of the national salt profits.

"The charter should be taken out as soon as possible, there are dead people in Luoyang. If it drags on any longer, people's hearts will be shaken, and there are many people who are afraid of taking risks. ”

Fang Qiao looked at Du Ruhui, and the two glanced at each other, but they both secretly glanced at Wei Zheng.

As a servant, Wei Zheng personally drafted the tax on the sugarcane fields, but because he did not directly use the sugar, Shangshu Province still pinched his nose and carried it out.

But Fang Mou and Du Duan know very well that this matter is not over, and there must be an end when it starts. The emperor was satisfied staring at that little sugar cane field?

Others don't know, Fang Xuanling and Du Keming don't know how big the appetite of Li Dong and his wife is? Didn't you see that the eldest grandson Wuji didn't dare to hang around this time? It's not that I'm afraid of being beaten.

The queen is the exclusive owner of the "Prince Sugar", and what is even more disgusting is that the "Prince Sugar" is franchised through the East Palace, and there is no tax at all.

The eldest grandson's family can't collapse.

Fang Mou Du was full of emotion, but the first troll of the Tang Dynasty was also very emotional now, he felt that if he didn't serve the emperor this time, he might be dug up after death. But if the emperor is served, it is not good that the big families in Jingluo will join forces to pour dog blood on his tombstone.

"Wen Dalin still has a follow-up move, and he will definitely see it this year."

"Feng An's old puppet is far away in Lingnan and wants to do it, the tax on sugarcane fields in Chang'an has just been set, and he has already paid the new tax, this shameless old thing!"

"And what are you going to do? Wen Yanbo is going to die anyway, he is not afraid of anything! Now give advice to the emperor and bless the descendants, maybe the Taiyuan Wang family will be suppressed because of Wang Qi, and then the Taiyuan Wen family will rise. Didn't you think he had it? ”

"Li Daliang scolded well! He's a traitor! ”

The Zai Fu are struggling, and the old cadre activity center is also depressed. Of course, Lu Deming, who was going to die and didn't die, had no strength to scold the emperor, but Tang Jian was very chic, and he used white sugar to make tea while scolding, he liked to spoil things!

After taking a sip of tea, Tang Jian looked at Lu Yuanlang who was basking in the sun in the recliner: "What did you say?" ”

"Huh?"

Lu Yuanlang looked very stupid and naΓ―ve, and Tang Jian was furious: "Old goods! Don't be weird! ”

"Oops......" Lu Deming snorted in disgust, "What else can I do now?" People are knives, I am fish and meat, I look at this white sugar, and my surname is Li sooner or later. Fortunately, the old man doesn't like sweets. ”

Back then, the old man Lu wanted to plant sugarcane, and Lao Zhang told him that he was still dealing in raw silk, anyway, there was Yu Shinan's son on top, and Suzhou Bosi would definitely not lose money when exporting raw silk now, and it would not lose for a thousand years. But salt, iron, sugar and silk tea, sooner or later, must be controlled, either Li Shimin or Fang Mou Du Xuan.

This has less to do with personal interests and more with the survival of the empire.

Especially for salt and tea, when the Anbei Metropolitan Protectorate was established, the Wubao policy was carried out around pastures and salt ponds, and the remnants of the grassland were never given any chance to get involved. In recent years, the official pasture, zonal nomadism, and the construction of the green tower have been quite successful.

The new planners are in short supply, and the apprentices from the China Resources can easily find a job as a planner in the Chang'an Government Office. However, in order to stabilize the situation in the north, the officials were assigned to the steppe in large quantities, further subdividing the power of the steppe and dismembering its economic structure for thousands of years.

I dare not say anything else, but there is one point, at the beginning of the Zhenguan Dynasty, the grassland people entered the historical garbage heap in advance.

"I heard something from Li Jing."

Originally, because of Lu Deming's words, the old cadre activity center was a little quiet, but he was appetized by Old Man Lu's words.

Tang Jian, who pricked up his ears, squinted at Lu Deming: "If you have a fart, let it go!" ”

Lu Yuanlang coughed lightly and said with some seriousness: "The Zhongshu Sect intends to implement a law in the Eastern Capital to ease the turbulent public opinion. ”

"How?"

"Converting the scale of sugar households, based on it, the number of transactions in the two cities is based on the amount. In addition, although the sugar market is government-run, it has the right to stop trading, and the city tax is determined during the period, and the sugar households can recommend trustworthy people to supervise and set up a history of sugar market orders. ”

"Heh, how much does this sugar market make Shi Liuwai?"

"It can't be lower than the second class."

"Although he is a small official, he has great power and profit. If the scale of the sugar household is the basis, I am afraid that I will become a slave of a large household. ”

"Therefore, the following year, with the merit of the history of the sugar market, his position will be discussed again."

"Oh? In this way, it is quite mysterious. ”

This is a relatively compromise plan, no matter what the policy, before the implementation of the plan, a pilot will be found, and it will not be directly promoted. Only this time, the emperor told the important ministers very clearly that I am short of money, I want to kill pigs, and I don't care about the process, as long as the result.

Wei Zheng is difficult to do, is it easy to do it? So Fang Qiao suggested that it should be tried in Luoyang and cede a little supervision to the big sugar producers. If the supervision work is not done well in the first year, then this sugar market official can step down and be replaced by another person. This is also acceptable for small sugar farmers, otherwise what else can be done? Rebellion?

Instead of waiting for the emperor to kill people directly, it is better to kill some of them first, and then get some money to come out and hand them over in a grand manner. When the sugar industry tax is drawn, the emperor will not kill chickens and eggs, which is good for both parties.

It's just that this matter made the well-informed Tang Jian silent for a long time, although the history of the sugar market is a second-class thing, but if he is only eighteen years old now, and there is a county order seat and a sugar market order history in front of him, he Tang Maoyue will not hesitate to choose the latter!