Proof of the Sun King

After chatting with his wife for a while, after dinner, it rained outside the passenger ship. The rain in early winter always brought a deep sense of ice cold. Ryan held his son Devon Hill to teach him how to read and speak. The little guy was very close to his father. He kissed his father's face and then laughed, while Suria stayed by the father and son's side and just watched Ryan and Devonhill play softly without saying a word, female knight. In fact, she doesn't like her son being too close to her. She hopes that Devonhill can also kiss Ryan. Because of the influence of chivalry teaching and nurture since childhood, Suria always thinks that if the boy stays in the powder pile all day long There will not be a strong knight in the future.

After playing for a while, Devonhill was sleepy and wanted to sleep. Sylvia took the initiative to take him away, while Ryan said to Suria: "Suria, you rest first, I'll go to the deck to turn around. One turn."

"It's raining outside and you're going out?" Suria said casually.

"I heard that a rainy day is more suitable for hanging out!" Ryan said with a smile, "I saw Callard and Afu passing by and chatting in the corridor, go out and have a look."

"Well, you go." Suria didn't say anything, she motioned Ryan to go back early: "Wait later when Devon Hill falls asleep."

Ryan came out of the room, and it was rainy weather oncoming. The sky over the Rick River had been shrouded in clouds and mist, and thunder was rolling in the sky. On the side and the body of the ship, the rain was not very heavy, but it was dense. Ryan raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, and walked outside along the corridor.

There are a large number of towns and outposts on both sides of the Rick River. There are many ships on the river, and many of the ships were drowned by the heavy rain. They had to stop by the bank temporarily. When Ryan came out, the old guard who was standing guard at the door immediately saluted. : "Duke!"

"It's hard work." Ryan patted the two old guards on the shoulders affirmatively: "Where's Bertrand?"

"Sir Bertrand is resting in his room," an old guard replied loudly.

"Well, did something happen?" Ryan asked casually.

"It's nothing." The old guard saluted again: "Except for the **** weather!"

"Haha~" Ryan smiled. He walked out along the corridor and out of the cabin. The cold wind was blowing outside, causing Ryan's long black hair to fly in the air. When he walked into the corridor on the second floor When I found Alfred and Callard standing here looking at the scenery, the god-chosen champion of the fairy in the lake immediately stepped forward and walked over: "Alfred, Callard, you are so interested, come out to see the scenery at this time. Aren't you afraid of being hit by a wave?"

"It's too stuffy in the cabin, and it smells bad." Callard was wearing a dress of the Count of Brittany, and the cold wind was blowing his brown hair. The Holy Grail Knight was helpless. Shaking his head: "The smell of copper."

"Yes, there are disgusting transactions everywhere." Alfred looked a little indignant, and he shook his head: "In the cabin, the group of merchants are sitting together, and their mouths are gold coins, gold. ."

This time Ryan returned to Brittany, not only with his party and the knight army brought by Callard, but also a large number of Nur merchants, and even many small nobles took the passenger ship to Britania, and got After Ryan's assurance, everyone is willing to try their luck in Brittany, especially Mousillon. The business opportunities contained in the rejuvenated knight kingdom make these Nuer people smell like blood. Uninvited like sharks.

And Ryan also expressed his welcome. He has no reason not to welcome these people. There are many ways to revive Mousillon, and a large investment is definitely the fastest one.

"Normal, profit-seeking is human nature, or businessman's nature." Ryan took a few steps, reached out and stroked the railing that had been wet by the rain, and said with a smile: "Just like the pursuit of glory is the nature of knights, the pursuit of glory is the nature of knights. Piety is like the nature of priests."

"I know this." Callard took the initiative to speak, the sanctuary powerhouse walked to Ryan's side, he looked at the rain curtain, a little disappointed: "Lord Ryan, you told me that businessmen's pursuit of gold is just like the pursuit of gold. The same is true for knights in their pursuit of the Holy Grail."

"Yeah, I have no right to stop businessmen from pursuing their interests, just like I have no right to stop knights from pursuing the Holy Grail." Ryan closed his eyes and enjoyed the cool wind blowing in front of him: "In that case, what else do you have to struggle with? What about?"

"I'm just a little unhappy." Callard's tone was hard, he moved two steps laterally, and then walked quickly to Lane: "Lord Lane, do you know what those businessmen are talking about?"

"What are you talking about?" Ryan asked.

"They're talking, saying it's alright, there is no physical tax in Brittany, only customs and city entry taxes. Now they can make a lot of money!" Alfred said very depressed: " What a businessman! They chatted hotly when they thought of the low taxes in Brittany, especially the little Sir Krupp, who was very excited and said that he was finally free from Noor's high business taxes. "

"Hahaha! Did he also say that as long as the conditions allow, he can even move all the family's properties in Nur to Musilon?" Ryan couldn't stop laughing: "I dare to say, if he really dares to do that, Then it will be a matter of time before Nur's gallows, and Emilia won't let him go."

"That's not it." Alfred couldn't help laughing, and after laughing, he shook his head: "So, Ryan, I sometimes wonder, are these rich people going too far? They Obviously they have made so much money, and there are so many poor people struggling with hunger, why can't they take the initiative to help the poor?"

"The rich donated less money to the church?" Ryan disagreed with this point, he shook his head: "Only the little Sir Krupp you mentioned, he has donated no less than five years to the Justice Church in the past ten years. Ten thousand gold marks, he and his father the old Krupp donated another twenty-five thousand gold marks this time in the Great War of Noor, for this alone, we cannot ask for more."

For this, Alfred and Callard had nothing to say, and the new Patriarch of the Diocese of West Brittany had to spread his hands: "Well, perhaps this little Sir Krupp is indeed generous, but not Not every businessman is like this. I saw quite a few businessmen in Nur who only cared about making money for themselves and ignored people. I can't say that they will be hanged. But..."

"Ha, Ah Fu, you have grown up." Ryan nodded, and he said with a smile, "I want to praise you for not rushing up to blow up their dog heads."

"I've already passed the age of impulsiveness. If it were more than ten years ago, I was about the same time when you went to Marienburg." Alfred shrugged: "Imperial law stipulates that civil property is sacred and free, I just want to say, Is there no way to deal with these rich people? For example, to raise taxes? For example, to limit their over-inflation?"

"I also think that these profiteers can't be made to think it's too easy to make money." Callard also agreed.

"Stop teasing, Alfred, Callard." Ryan looked at the water and heavy rain of the Rick River and sighed: "Tax the rich? In fact, the richer the rich, the more difficult it is to levy taxes. For example, , François is my old husband, Suria's father, and everyone in Brittany knows him and his Duchy of Winfort as the richest. He has several vineyards, and every year he is only involved in the wine trade. The profit is more than fifty thousand kroner, so who of you dares to tell him that you are making too much money on wine, and we must tax you heavily?"

Francois is the Holy Grail Knight of the Holy Grail. He has money and food in his hands, noble blood, and has a strong influence in the kingdom. Moreover, he also has an elite force "The Quinalis Champion Knights Brotherhood." "Alfred and Callard thought about it for a moment, and they could only shake their heads with a wry smile.

If this is not handled well, it is a war.

"The richer and more powerful people are, the harder it is to levy taxes. You should have a deeper understanding of this, Alfred." Ryan began to talk about the difference in the tax system. He looked at the cold rain in the early winter: "Businessmen Don’t talk about the heavy taxation with the nobles, even if it is a normal tax, they will either try to avoid the tax, or move the tax burden downward. For example, if Emilia imposes a heavy tax on the Krupp family, then the end result is the entire The prices of Seoul have gone up along with the prices of guns and artillery."

Now Alfred and Callard's faces turned serious, they knew that Ryan had something to say.

There are generally three ways to tax individuals, namely head tax, proportional tax and excess progressive tax.

The poll tax looks the most fair, but in fact it is the most unfair and has many disadvantages. The poor are hit the hardest, and the rich are largely unaffected, so I won't discuss it here.

The proportional tax would be better, it seems fair, but in fact it is not. For example, a poor peasant earns three gold kroner a year, and he can barely support his family. Ten gold crowns, tithing would also make him feel very uncomfortable, but for a small noble with an annual income of three hundred gold crowns, a tax of thirty gold crowns may not be a big deal.

As for the tax of 30 gold crowns alone, it is not bad that the tax officer can actually collect 15 gold crowns, because the housekeeper of the minor nobles will help with the accounting, and there are so many minor nobles that there are ways to avoid the collection.

Finally, there is the excess progressive tax, which is very similar to Lane's previous life, that is, the poor pay no tax, the middle class pay less, and the rich pay more. This tax is actually unfair, but most people feel that This is the fairest.

However, the rich will not be willing to be slaughtered. They have many methods. For example, a certain Li Chaoren in Ryan's previous life has transformed into Lord Li of Great Britain, and his nationality has become a person from the Maple Leaf Country. Give yourself a one-dollar annual salary, which is farther from the threshold than everyone else~www.wuxiaspot.com~ What is even more ruthless is that France once imposed a 75% wealth tax on rich people with an annual salary of more than 1 million euros. This tax is enough Is it heavy? This tax has just been released and has won the support of 80% of the people. Many people are happy to drink and celebrate. However, in the first year of the levy, prices soared by nearly 25%, and the poor are the ones who suffer the most. The exodus has had a devastating effect on the economy of the entire country, and in the end it is the poor and the middle class who pay the bill.

Having said that, Ryan explained a few of the problems a little bit, and Alfred and Callard broke into a cold sweat. Ryan finally concluded: "Fairness and justice cannot be agreed on this issue. As you said, the financial freedom of citizens is protected by the laws of the empire, and when the businessmen donate a lot to the church and request notarization, the church will also assume the responsibility of protecting the businessmen, we cannot forcibly confiscate their money property?"

Alfred said helplessly and frantically: "Then there is no way to make all the nobles and businessmen pay their taxes obediently and normally?"

"Yes." Ryan's face still had a smile on his face, he looked down at the Holy Grail Knight Commander badge on his chest, then at Callard's, and said playfully: "At least there is one in Britannia. Taxes, the knights and nobles not only pay all of them, but they never dare to evade taxes, avoid taxes and play tricks. Everyone honestly pays and often pays more, and this is what Brittany has been standing for for thousands of years. Despite all the problems and darkness, the core still stands."

Callard already understood, and Earl Garamente nodded again and again: "Yes, no one dares not to pay this kind of tax."

"That is, what tax has such magical power?" Alfred asked curiously.

"That is……"