After being blind, I actually taught the first emperor to rebel against Qin?

The characters on the bamboo slips are as ugly as a dog crawling.

Qin Xiaozhuan, which is famous for its beautiful handwriting, was written in this kind of virtue. When Ying Zheng saw such a memorial, he would definitely dismiss the person who wrote the memorial.

Or cut in half.

At this moment, he was squatting at the door of the kiln and watching very happily.

It's not easy!

A small mile is long, but it can clearly record the taxpayer population.

Far beyond what he had asked for from the chief.

Calculated according to this level, at least one must be promoted to the level of pavilion chief or three elders.

Being a township head is almost too late.

"color!"

After reading the contents of the bamboo slips, he came to the head of the village who was being supported by the eunuch with a smile on his face: "Is he an ugly husband?"

"B, B, B, Da, Da Wang, Caomin, it's called, called, ugly husband."

"The head of the village did a good job. The six families collected five thousand catties of corn. It's hard for you."

"Big, big, great king, ten thousand years, great Qin, ten thousand, ten thousand years."

"The widow will go to the other five families to see, and you will accompany me."

"promise!"

Even though he lived in the palace, Yingzheng knew that the best paddy fields in Daqin had yields of 120 to [-] catties per mu.

Not to mention Susukida, which cannot be watered.

It is a bumper harvest if the yield per mu reaches [-] jin.

The six families own a total of 180 mu of land.

The annual output of corn will not exceed [-] jin.

Under such objective conditions, it is really amazing that the village head can still collect five thousand catties of rent and tax.

And Daqin's granary was collected by countless small village chiefs like the ugly husband.

The seemingly inconspicuous head of the village is actually the pillar of support for the officials and the army of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The National Teacher proposed to replace the rogue as the head of the village and the head of the pavilion with retired soldiers.

The advice is beautiful.

The most reliable soldiers are placed in grassroots positions such as village chiefs, pavilion chiefs, three elders, and township chiefs to reward them for their heroic efforts to kill the enemy.

It can not only improve management efficiency, but also make common people look forward to it.

However, things cannot be seen on the surface.

Nor can you make a decision based on bragging.

The national teacher said very clearly that this is a game on paper like Zhao Kuo, and he can't take it seriously.

Whether it can be implemented or not, he has to check it himself.

Let's see if the rogues we use now can manage the grassroots well.

Then make a decision on whether to replace it.

Since you are going to visit the folks in a pretentious manner, you have to walk more, see more and ask more questions.

You can't just watch the flowers on horseback.

He is the king, he can do whatever he wants.

All the officials of the imperial court could only follow behind with their eyes wide open, looking around blindly.

I also want to find out the mind of my king: what are you going to do?

The Limin of our Daqin still have a way to survive, and they still have their own land.

That's pretty good.

You can't make them really full, can you?

The ugly man's legs were so weak that he couldn't lead the way.

Zhao Gao is still doing the job of leading the way.

This guy stays with his king every day and knows exactly what the king wants to see.

He directly led everyone to a house without courtyard walls.

In the yard, a family of three kneeled neatly.

"Your Majesty, the head of this family is called Er Dan, and the two sons of the family are both in Hangu Pass..."

There are five people in the family, two of them are at the border.

It is a standard old Qin person.

Accompanied by the old couple is the youngest son, who is only 11 years old.

They were all wearing single clothes that couldn't see the original color, shaking and shaking in the cold wind.

Ying Zheng didn't give up his kind smile because he scared the ugly husband into paralysis. He still helped the old couple up with his own hands, and let the eunuch help them into the cave together.

Entering the door is a big heated kang.

On the kang, there was a pile of dirty and unknown things, similar to quilts.

There is no kang table, no brazier, and no wooden cabinet.

There are about a hundred catties of corn piled up in half of the pot.

"These corns are your family's rations for a year?"

Ying Zheng felt a little heavy.

Staring at the half of the tank balls for a long time without speaking, he took a few breaths of sour air before he dared to ask questions.

"Yes!"

The gray-haired Erdan nodded repeatedly.

"What is the harvest this year?"

"Three thousand seven hundred and twenty eight and a half catties."

"How much is the tax?"

"The government tax is 210 catties, and the township tax is [-] catties."

"What is the township tax?"

"The grass people don't know."

As the king of Daqin, he has never heard of the township tax.

Hundreds of officials also looked at each other in blank dismay - they had never heard of it.

Zhao Gao knew it well: "My lord, the so-called township tax is actually a private tax that is filled into the pockets of the township chief, three elders, pavilion chiefs, and village chiefs."

"Bold!"

Ying Zheng was furious: "Who gave them the courage?"

If he is greedy for a little money and fodder, he can pretend not to see it.

After all, petty officials running around in the countryside also have to support their families, so it is not a big deal to dress their own pockets.

The officials of the imperial court also accepted the goods generously, and I have never seen him pursue anyone.

but.

Turning corruption into a tax increase openly is completely different in nature.

It is equivalent to having an extra kingship on the land of Great Qin.

What township head.

What three elders.

What pavilion.

What is the length.

All of them are de facto princes!

This is rebellion!

The ugly man knelt down on the ground and kowtowed like garlic, and he stopped stumbling: "My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life. The township tax is not the villain's idea, it is passed down from the ancestors..."

Shang Yang's reform has been carried out for more than 100 years.

The township tax has also been collected for more than 100 years.

It has become a matter of course like the official tax. What's the matter with the ugly husband?

The ministers outside the door were furious:
"Not a human being!"

"Working hard for a whole year, collecting [-] catties, and paying taxes of [-] catties, are you still letting people live?"

"Beasts are not as good as a thousand cuts!"

"Your Majesty, please play, and kill these beasts who tampered with the laws of Qin."

"Why am I, Great Qin, here!"

"..."

Hearing the yelling of the ministers in the yard, Ying Zheng frowned and continued to ask Zhao Gao: "The township tax is only in one place, or is it everywhere in the Great Qin?"

"My lord, it's everywhere. It's just that this place is too vicious and took away the farmers' rations."

Qin II died!

Ying Zheng's head was filled with the prophecies that Luo Yi announced to him.

Not a prophecy.

Is the truth.

Even without waiting for him to wipe out the Six Kingdoms, turmoil may break out in Great Qin at any time.

The heavy truth weighed on my heart.

But he didn't order the ugly man's head to be cut off, but ordered someone to drag the ugly man to continue to inspect the next house.

The officials couldn't figure it out, so they could only follow closely.

The situation of the other four families is not much better.

After reading them one by one, Ying Zheng had a new idea.

He stepped on the ugly man's head and asked: "Tell me, who told you to use this method to force the common people to sell their fields?"

It's obvious.

The life of the slaves is better than that of the old Qin people.

It doesn't make sense at all!

Although the slaves of Daqin do not need to wear shackles or be imprisoned, they are real private wealth.

How could life be better than that of the old Qin people who owned land?
In addition, all the way here is the property of the clan with the surname Ying.

After traveling for nearly fifty miles, I found the only five ordinary farmers who had achieved great success.

They are all after the great Qin meritorious service.

There must be a deeper reason for living in such a panic.

The mere township chief and head of the village did not dare to poison the descendants of the Great Qin's meritorious deeds and use evil tricks.