Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 44 It shouldn't be like this

"If you want to blame it, you have to blame him for committing suicide. He dared to say anything in order to prevaricate the king. He dared to use the excuse of 'Neiku Yinfang will continue to print salt money for a month'!"

Zhao Dezhao paused, then smiled and said:

"Think about it, if you keep printing for a month, how big is the printing volume? If the internal treasury inspector really wants to do this, the imperial court's salt administration this year will be abolished!

Zhao Dezhao, who was riding on the horse, suppressed his smile and let out a deep sigh:
"The emperor of a great country actually needs to sneak a little trick, dig a piece from the national salt administration secretly, in order to get enough private money to spend!"

"I still have to hide the minister's back. I'm afraid that if I do too much, it will arouse the public opinion of the government and the public and the world. If there is any trouble, I can only throw out the eunuch who is doing private work to earn money."

"The ministers are actually in a dilemma. There are a lot of redundant soldiers and officials to support, and there are large military expenditures for foreign wars. They have to spend money everywhere. They can only stare at the outstretched hand in the palace and don't let it be in the palace. Rambling around outside."

"The most affluent country in the world, it turned out to be like this, it's simply——ah!"

For the sake of the emperor's father, Zhao Dezhao didn't feel ashamed to say the word "shame", but he really felt heartbroken about it.

Although he took advantage of a loophole and took advantage of the delayed shift, Zhao Dezhao really felt that it shouldn't be like this!
After being depressed for a while, Zhao Dezhao quickly cheered up:
Isn't that one of the reasons I came into this world, and isn't that what I'm doing?

With me, this Great Song Dynasty, and even the whole world, will become completely different in the end.

"Deed tax" is just the beginning, a trivial beginning!
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In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Dezhao got the first sample of the "tax invoice" made overnight by the Yinfang under the supervision of the Internal Treasury, and it was delivered to the county prince's mansion by the late detainee team.

Zhao Dezhao caught a glimpse of the dark circles under his eyes caused by staying up all night in the late shift, and thought that this old eunuch was still working hard after being caught, so he smiled and encouraged him.

After finishing the late shift, he did not leave immediately, but put on a smile on his face: "Your Highness, this old slave heard some rumors last night that you are going to implement deed tax, and you asked this old slave to print this tax stamp , seems to be used to collect the deed tax. The old slave thought, you are in such a hurry, the deed tax will be levied soon, right?"

Zhao Dezhao was looking down at the printing quality and anti-counterfeiting effects of the tax stamps carefully, so he didn't bother to look up at him, so he said "hmm" casually.

The delaying class immediately regained energy, approached him and said in a low voice: "Your Highness, you also know that the palace is tight, and this old slave is always worrying about how to make money for the sage. Look, don't you, cough..."

Zhao Dezhao still didn't understand the meaning of this old eunuch, he immediately raised his foot and kicked his feet to the sky, and said angrily: "Taxation is a major national policy, is this something you, an eunuch, can make up your mind?!"

The late shift class was not so scared this time, he got up slowly, and said with some eccentricity: "Your Highness is a prince and a nobleman, even if you want to beat and scold the old slave, it is to reward the old slave's face. Dare to complain. But the job of the old slave is to manage money for the Holy One, and His Highness can't make sense here, so the old slave has to talk to the Holy One, after all, there is an explanation."

Zhao Dezhao sneered, and said coldly: "This king is not the scumbag of the tea and salt promotion department. You privately printed salt notes and stuffed them with the tea and salt promotion department. Their five-rank and six-rank sesame officials dare not refuse. This king has the final say on whether or not to share the deed tax income with the internal treasury, how much of it, or not! Just because you are a scumbag, you want to come and talk to this king?!"

"As far as your highness is concerned, what the majesty says doesn't count, only what your highness says counts, so that's the case." The delaying class sneered sullenly, turned and left.

Qian Niu'er saw that Chi Jianxin was burying a hole in his words, so angry that he wanted to catch up with him and give him a few kicks on his buttocks, but Zhao Dezhao stopped him with a wink.

"Master, why don't you let me teach him a lesson? This old dog doesn't have a long memory either. He was only cleaned up yesterday, and he was only honest for one night. Today he is begging for a beating again!" Qian Niu'er angrily said. Said.

Zhao Dezhao signaled Qian Niuer to close the door, and then lowered his voice to explain the reason.

(End of this chapter)