mtlumby2d Chapter 294 Extreme Propaganda
Chapter 294 Extreme Propaganda
What's more, among this pack of wolves there is Thirteen, who is as strong as a tiger.
At this time, the prince wished that Thirteen would set off immediately.
Thirteenth Prince: ???
Isn’t this what I don’t want?
These are good things that I need to transport all the way to the northwest, and it will take another two days to complete the work.
But supplies are slow, while the Qing newspaper is quite fast.
The third prince worked all night to typeset the book, his eyes were red from staying up all night. After several revisions, the special edition dedicated to the land tax distribution began to be sold in the streets and alleys of the capital.
"Newspapers for sale, newspapers for sale, freshly-made, still-hot Qing newspapers!"
"The latest news is that the emperor is going to implement a tax system based on the amount of land in the vicinity of the capital. From now on, taxes will be based on the amount of land, not the number of people. If you have more land, you pay more; if you have less land, you pay less; if you have no land, you don't pay!"
When the news came out, both those who owned land and those who didn’t were shocked.
How could this happen? / How could such a good thing happen?
Those who didn't want to bleed and those who wanted to bleed less were all excited, and the new issue of Da Qing Bao was sold out as soon as it came out.
Three reprints were still in short supply.
At the same time, in major theaters, restaurants and other places, opera singers and storytellers were either singing or talking about the issue of the land tax.
Including but not limited to the Fourth Prince submitting a petition to distribute the tax on land, the Emperor nods in agreement, and the ministers kneel down in a row to ask the Emperor to withdraw his decision. The Seventeenth and Eighteenth Princes debate with the ministers, the Crown Prince directly throws out a petition, and orders several self-important old ministers to be imprisoned, etc.
Truly comprehensive.
Even people were arranged to explain the tax situation in the villages and fields, so as to spread the new tax policy, which is most beneficial to ordinary people, to the greatest extent possible.
Let the relevant people know clearly.
How fresh is this?
The emperor was promoting the new policy, and he really wanted to publicize it door to door. He also mobilized the people to supervise and rewarded those who exposed the new policy. However, those who dared to pretend to obey but secretly disobeyed, deceived the court and deceived the people. Once verified, they would be sentenced to prison depending on the severity of the crime, starting from fifty lashes and up to lingchi.
The main point is never tolerating.
The people-friendly policies are meant to benefit the people...
There are too many clichés, and even the illiterate people can hardly understand them.
But the tax is based on the size of the land. If the family has more land, they pay more, if they have less land, they pay less, and if they have no land, they don't pay. This is understandable. In addition, the emperor has guaranteed that there is only one tax to pay.
Once you have paid the imperial court, you don’t have to pay it back to the local government, nor do you have to work for the government office or the officials for nothing.
Anyone who dares to exploit them and make them work for free can also be exposed.
Once the news spread, it caused widespread discussion.
The people were happy but also doubtful.
Isn't it said that the Tartar emperor was bloodthirsty and didn't treat the Han people as human beings? Even the Han officials were lower than the Manchu and Mongolian officials. How could this be...
Why does the Tartar emperor’s new tax law seem better than that of the Ming Dynasty?
If we can really avoid paying taxes twice, it will definitely be good news for the poor people!
but……
All officials are corrupt. Can good tax policies really be implemented?
It hasn’t officially started yet, so I’m not sure. Let’s wait and see.
Then, the people living around Gyeonggi Province saw a scene that they would brag about for the rest of their lives.
In the bleak autumn wind, in the fields that had just been harvested, many officers and soldiers began to measure the land under the supervision of a cold-faced man.
Don't be perfunctory and don't be lazy.
Every household was measured and every household recorded carefully. Nails were nailed and rivets were riveted, without any partiality or error.
If there were brave enough people to ask questions, the man would answer them carefully with a calm face.
Not a bit of impatience.
At first, the people thought that the new judge had arrived and that they had taken office ahead of time. It was not until they heard the county magistrate call him Prince Yong that the people were stunned: What cold-faced man? He was the Tartar emperor's own son!
The fourth one was just named Prince Yong because of his contributions in drug control and epidemic prevention in the south.
I heard that it was he who arrested all the corrupt officials in the Ministry of Internal Affairs one by one and beheaded them in rows at Caishikou.
More and more news about Prince Yong spread, and the people concerned cheered and told each other: Oh my God, the Tartar emperor is serious this time and even sent out his fourth son, whom he values the most.
So, the cold-faced man = Prince Yong?
Those who have seen the Fourth Prince and those who have not were all dumbfounded. They could never have imagined that a dignified prince could be so down-to-earth.
Only Yinzhen raised his thumbs with both hands: "This is what Fourth Brother is like. He treats even the smallest task as a big one. He is conscientious and meticulous. He would rather take pills to endure it, or die of exhaustion, than live one day in front of the country, and he is still reviewing memorials before his death."
[It's a perfect match for Kangxi, the father who was lazy in his later years, and Qianlong, the nephew who was a demon in his old age and refused to give up power despite being deaf and blind.]
Kangxi was fed up with being pulled to the bottom at any time and anywhere.
The brat never gets tired of it.
It also makes him, as a father, tired.
To prevent him from continuing to talk, Kangxi quickly changed the subject, praised his fourth son highly, and rewarded him with many delicious food supplements.
Then he began to say, "Old Four, it's a good thing to be serious about your work. But everything should be done in moderation. Too much is as bad as too little. At the beginning, there were so many things to sort out. You were afraid of any mistakes, so you followed me everywhere, even deep into the fields."
"After we get on the right track, you don't have to do everything yourself anymore, forgetting to eat and sleep, right? Otherwise, you won't be able to take care of it and won't be tired of promoting it nationwide."
Yinxuan frowned and was about to speak on behalf of his fourth brother.
When he looked up, he saw the deep concern in Kangxi's eyes. When the words came to his lips, they immediately turned into: "Yes, yes, yes. Fourth brother, listen to Khan Ama. We can pay tribute to Prime Minister Zhuge, but we don't have to become Prime Minister Zhuge. It's okay to devote ourselves to the country, but it's not necessary to die for it."
[My brother is watching you. Let's stop taking elixirs and stay up late. You must make it past your sixtieth birthday and reach your seventieth birthday. You can't stop at fifty-seven!]
Phew, hahahaha.
Kangxi laughed and carefully observed his fourth son's embarrassment for a long time before saying, "Listen, even Little Eighteen is so worried. Don't keep promising good things and then not actually do anything."
"The job is important, but your health is more important."
"Khan Ama..." The Fourth Prince was so touched that his voice was choked. The Crown Prince beside him patted his shoulder and said, "Fourth brother, listen to Khan Ama. No matter how busy you are, remember to take care of yourself. You look so tired these days, your face is a little frost-covered, and you look more vicissitudes than me. I think you look older and more suitable to be the eldest brother after I have completed my mission."
Ahhh~
Far away in the Western Regions, the eldest prince, who had finally led his people over the mountains and arrived in the heart of the Dzungar Khanate, sneezed violently.
He took out a handkerchief and wiped it casually, then raised his arms and shouted with his sunburned face: "Warriors, follow me! Capture Tsewang Arabtan's lair and make him go home to die, so that he can no longer bring disaster to the Qing Dynasty!"