The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Fearing to be discovered, Zhu Houzhao did not dare to pull too much and became serious.

He was a martial artist and knew Wang Hua's size. He just touched his beard and when he reached out again, he had already put his hand on Wang Hua's shoulder.

Wang Hua was bolder than Yang Tinghe and snorted coldly: "I am here to look for someone, not a guest here. Light the lights quickly and let me leave, otherwise... I will be punished for obstructing public affairs!"

Zhu Houzhao was worried. Master Wang was bold and not easy to deceive. What should he do?

If he caught Master Wang's handle, he would have to recite "The Way of the King", "Appoint the Virtuous" and "Debate on Rise and Fall" less in the future...

At this moment, a creepy voice sounded, and Wang Hua touched it and quickly retracted his hand in fear.

The fire flashed, and seeing this "thing" in front of him, Wang Hua trembled all over and was so scared that he dared not breathe.

He believed it. The thing in front of him was not alive...

The refugees selected by Yan Chengjin, with a little makeup, can scare people to twitch. With the stimulation of smell and hearing, they can be brought into the atmosphere in an instant.

It was pitch dark around, but he could feel that there was something behind him. Wang Hua trembled: "I have never done anything bad..."

The voice was obligatory, a bit like a primary school student who was caught on the scene, honest and confessed voluntarily.

A sinister voice sounded: "Have you ever hit anyone?"

Wang Hua admitted nervously: "I have hit... I have hit."

"Who?"

"My son... Wang Shouren."

Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up. It turned out that the fool was also beaten by his father, but why was he not afraid of Master Wang?

"Promise one thing and I will let you go."

"You tell me first... I will never do anything that harms the world and morality."

Zhu Houzhao was happy. It was not a harm to the world and morality. He just wanted Master Wang not to tell tales.

But... how to say it?

Master Wang will definitely see through it. This is my order.

Zhu Houzhao thought for a moment and said, "Don't lie in the future!"

Wang Hua breathed a sigh of relief. It was not a crime. "I can agree to it."

Zhu Houzhao would never let him go so easily. He asked sinisterly, "Tell me the most shameful thing in your life."

Wang Hua was wondering, why does this ghost like gossip?

Yan Chengjin listened carefully. Maybe this was Wang Hua's weakness.

In the darkness, there was silence for a long time.

Wang Hua said with some disdain, "If you want to have a child in the world... I'm afraid to shock the gods in the sky."

Yan Chengjin suddenly realized that being handsome and talented, being asked to have a child by others was something that Wang Hua was ashamed to talk about.

Zhu Houzhao was confused. What did it mean?

He didn't ask. Master Wang was very smart. He would easily reveal his flaws if he said more. He quietly retreated.

The hand on his shoulder disappeared, and a faint light came on outside. Wang Hua looked around. It was exactly the same as when he came in. The letter was still in his hand, and the candle stood on the dressing table.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't dare to look for other rooms. If he kept looking, he might encounter something strange. It would be better to let the host find the prince as soon as possible.

Coming out of the back door, Wang Hua met Yang Tinghe, and his face was strange: "Brother Jiefu, are you okay?"

This old man is embarrassed... Yang Tinghe was too embarrassed to say: "Nothing, nothing."

Yang Shen was scared and a little dazed. He would never come to this ghost place again.

The three walked to the front door, and Yang Shen was unhappy: "Where is the prince!"

"Just now... the prince returned to the palace." Wang Bushui didn't dare to offend the three.

Zhu Houzhao rode a fast horse back to the palace, escaped from the "crime scene", and created an alibi. Yang Tinghe and Wang Hua were dejected and got on the carriage.

"Brother Dehui, there is something strange about this room. I will impeach the magistrate of Liangxiang when I return and close this place that harms people."

Wang Hua was a little scared and nodded in agreement.

As the year draws to a close, the Ming Dynasty law stipulates that autumn grain must be collected before February.

In the Forbidden City, the duty room of the Ministry of Revenue.

The sound of abacus, crackling, each chief clerk has a tax book and an abacus on his desk.

This year, the Ministry of Revenue is very busy. After the implementation of the new commercial law, the first batch of silver was collected. The tax books and invoices were all taken back to the Ministry of Revenue for verification one by one.

"Sir, the commercial tax of Shuntian Prefecture has been calculated!" said Wang Qiong, the attendant.

Han Wen looked at him expectantly: "How much?"

"Two hundred and twenty-four thousand seven hundred taels and eight coins."

Han Wen was stunned. How long has the new commercial law been implemented? Two hundred and twenty thousand taels, enough to cover the autumn grain and land tax of several prefectures in the Ming Dynasty.

"This matter must be handled with caution. Your Majesty is concerned about the autumn grain tax. If the report is wrong, the person will be beheaded. Have you reviewed it?"

Wang Qiong found the tax book of Liangxiang: "It's a bit strange. Liangxiang has an additional tourism tax, which collected 1,100 taels of silver."

It is abnormal for a county to pay more than 1,100 taels of silver for taxes other than land tax.

Besides, there is no such thing as tourism tax.

Han Wen glanced at the tax book: Tourism tax - Encounter House and Sky Waterwheel total 1,100 taels.

Tax Supervisor: Yan Chengjin of the Censorate.

When abolishing the Liangxiang tax supervisor system, Your Majesty gave Yan Chengjin the power of tax supervisor.

Han Wen couldn't figure out how this tourism tax could collect so much money.

In Jiangnan, tourism tax is included in the tax collection of the pawnshop, and mountain tax is issued by the pawnshop, so a fixed tax is collected in the pawnshop's transactions.

"Sir, Songjiang Prefecture has also calculated it, 108,420 taels!" said Gu An, the chief clerk of the Ministry of Revenue.

"Sir, Guangzhou Prefecture, 181,200 taels!"

"Suzhou Prefecture, 123,400 taels!"

"..."

After the account books were settled, the chief clerks reported the collected commercial tax silver.

After the main office that implemented the new commercial tax was settled, the tax silver collected was nearly one million silver.

Han Wen felt cold in his heart. He had opposed Yan Chengjin's implementation of the new commercial law at the beginning.

He didn't expect to collect so much silver. The official salary of the Ming Dynasty was low. Even if the salary was raised by 30%, one million taels was more than enough to pay 30% of the salary of officials in the world.

"How can there be so much silver?"

Han Wen looked again and again in surprise. On each tax book, the account was clearly recorded, as well as the signatures of each chief clerk.

"Sir, let's report to His Majesty quickly? The main offices of the two capitals and thirteen roads collect more than one million silver per year, which is enough to cover the military pay of the nine borders. This is a great achievement!" Wang Qiong said excitedly.

When has the national treasury ever collected such a large amount of commercial tax? Some were just rats in the warehouse and empty silver boxes. At the least, there were only a few thousand silver taels.

In just a few months, there were one million taels of silver, enough to support the military pay of the nine frontiers for half a year.

The doctors and chief clerks of the Ministry of Revenue were all in high spirits.

The top priority at the end of the year is the surplus at the end of the year.

Your Majesty and officials from various departments of the court are all keeping an eye on the national treasury, which is related to the palace repairs, military pay, relief silver and other court orders for next year.

At the end of the year, various government offices asked Your Majesty for merits and rewards. The Ministry of Revenue’s move was the top merit, how could they not be excited.

"No, reporting to Your Majesty is not a joke, what if..." Han Wen shook his head, shocked for a long time. Compared with the end of previous years, this year's commercial tax silver is too much.

At the beginning, he tried his best to stop Yan Chengjin from implementing the new commercial law, and now so much commercial silver has been collected. His Majesty blames him...