Unlimited Supplies: Take the Space Supermarket To Support the Right Minister Chapter 164

  Chapter 164 Singles Tax

  Not long after the two women walked away, Yu Xiaolian heard someone yelling that the new tax document had been posted, and a group of cheering people started running towards the county government.

  Yu Xiaolian greeted his father, and hurriedly followed to have a look.

  Yu Xiaolian followed a group of people and arrived at the bulletin board at the gate of the county government office. However, there were too many onlookers to squeeze in.

  I only listened to the explanations of the literate people and the illiterate people. Because of the lack of money for the war with the Great Mongolian Kingdom, the new tax has a name called Mongolian tax.

  Mongolian tax is 9% per mu of land.

  As soon as the cultural man in the long gown at the front finished speaking, the crowd immediately erupted into endless curses. A woman carrying a basket threw the basket casually, slapped her thigh and sat on the ground, crying.

   "This is not letting people live. This is what we have to do with the war with the Great Mongolian Kingdom? We didn't ask us to fight, so why should we pay for it?"

   "Tax increases year after year, tax increases year after year, this is not good!"

  The people looked at each other in blank dismay, all of them frowning and sighing.

A businessman squeezed in, read the terms above, and cursed loudly, "Forty for every thousand renminbi for businessmen? Thirty for every thousand renminbi for businessmen? Damn it, I'm quitting, I'm going back soon!" Go sell the shop."

   Two officials were standing next to the bulletin board. Seeing the chaos at the scene, they yelled loudly, finished reading quietly, and left quickly.

   Pointing to the woman who was throwing and rolling on the ground, get up quickly, if you don't get up, you will be caught in prison.

  The woman stood up quickly from the ground in fright, put the basket on her arm in a panic, squeezed through the crowd, and ran away.

  The official officer said to the businessman who was yelling to sell the shop that the business tax had already been collected, and it had to be collected within three days. If he wanted to sell the shop, he had to pay the tax in full.

  The businessman was so angry that he clenched his hands into fists. After hesitating for a while, he still didn't dare to have a conflict with the official, sighed heavily, and walked away. With such a knack for wrangling, it's better to go home and make fake accounts. It's a little less to pay.

   Someone asked, "I'm just a tavern, no, I'm not even a tavern, I'm just a stall on the side of the road, do I have to pay taxes as a merchant?"

  The official was too lazy to explain to them one by one, and pointed to the bulletin board, "It's all there, read it yourself. You are only allowed to read it, and you are not allowed to tear it up."

  The liquor seller was illiterate, so he turned to the scholar in long gown at the beginning for help.

  The man in the long gown was enthusiastic, and immediately told the wine seller that he had to pay taxes, and the tax was 30 per thousand. He asked the wine seller, where is his home? Where is the domicile?

  If you have a household registration in the city, in addition to the commercial tax, you have to pay another tax, called the residential tax.

  The liquor seller shook his head, asking if he was registered in the city. Just as he was glad that he had saved a sum of tax, he heard the educated person in long gown say that merchants with registered residence in the countryside also have a tax, called overtax.

  The liquor seller lowered his head and let out a long sigh.

  The man in the long gown hurriedly said, but your tax is half cheaper than the residence tax, so you are lucky.

  The liquor seller thanked the person in the long gown, and asked again, what else is written on it? Do we still need to pay other taxes?

  Wearing a long shirt while looking at the bulletin board, he said loudly, in addition to the taxes mentioned above, there is also a single tax.

   But this tax has nothing to do with men, only women.

  Women should marry when they are over fifteen years old. If they are not married by the age of thirty, they will have to pay nearly five times the poll tax!

  Yu Xiaolian heard it from outside the crowd, and she sighed inwardly. What kind of strange regulations are these, and can they also collect taxes? Are you crazy about money?

   Next, if you wear a long gown, let Yu Xiaolian confirm and affirm that the emperor is really crazy about money.

   Donate ring.

   It is called a donation, but in fact it is mandatory, even the amount is set for you.

  Someone in the crowd said, if you don't have money, don't donate?

  The official said immediately, if you don't pay, then you don't support the imperial court's great plan to crusade against the Great Mongolian Kingdom, and openly confront the imperial court!

   Could it be that you are a spy lurking inside Great Liang?

   Failure to donate proves that you are not patriotic.

  Anyone who is not patriotic is an enemy spy.

   If you are a spy, you will be taken to prison to be tortured, and then your home will be copied again.

  After the two officials threatened and threatened, no one at the scene dared to say no to donate.

  Yu Xiaolian walked back while counting with her fingers how many tax titles there are in total.

   This is a big deal, but that is too much, ten fingers are not enough.

  If they were paid according to that tax name, the businessman would lose money, and the farmers would have to pay taxes on two-thirds of the grain they grow.

  Emma, ​​why didn't the old emperor die with a bang.

  Yu Xiaolian had just walked to her shop when she saw an official checking his family's account books.

   These hands and feet are quite fast.

   Also, can you not be active in collecting money?

  Yu Changhe was explaining to the account inspector that the store hadn't stocked up yet, and the sales hadn't started yet. Only some rice noodles were sold this morning.

  The official sent a look at the trade certificate Yu Changhe took out, and when he saw the date on it, it was really a newly opened shop, not a fake account.

  Yu Changhe turned his head and saw Yu Xiaolian, and immediately seemed to have found the backbone, and asked Yu Xiaolian to bring over the ledger of the stewed meat shop, and then retreated to the back, and Yu Xiaolian reconciled the account with the official.

  The tax collector took out his abacus and fumbled for a while. After adding all the taxes together, he said to Yu Changhedao, "It's four, two or five dollars in total. Pay the money, and put your fingerprint on this piece after paying the money."

  Yu Changhe glanced at his daughter. He only sold two pots of stewed pork, and he didn't earn as much as he paid.

Yu Xiaolian had already made a rough calculation on the way back. Her rice was priced at twenty cents a catty, and one hundred catties was two taels of silver. A tax of forty is actually acceptable.

  The key is that regular taxes are not expensive, but miscellaneous taxes are expensive.

  Yu Xiaolian was smiling on the surface, and paid the tax money with extreme cooperation, but in her heart she crazily complained about this place without human rights.

   After pressing his fingerprints and sending off the official, Yu Changhe was in a low mood for a while.

   Isn't this busy work for nothing? Getting up early in the dark to make stewed pork, plucking it, and blanching it in water, that's a good thing, it's all earned by the officials.

  They still have to post backwards, what is all this about?

  Not to mention paying too much, this tax is not collected once a year, and people will collect it again in autumn.

  Yu Xiaolian felt depressed when she thought that the old emperor would not die for a while.

  This time her shop is not officially open, so the payment is relatively small. When her soap becomes popular, how much tax will she have to pay in autumn?

  That must be a lot of money, it hurts to think about it.

  Although Yu Xiaolian didn't know the exact number of people in Great Liang and the area of ​​cultivated land, if such collections were made in summer and autumn, the national treasury would surely be full soon.

  Of course, the ensuing public grievances are also overwhelming.

  There are many complaints, the people are living in dire straits, and it is normal for the people to feel disobedient.

  The old emperor never expected that his large-scale tax increase this time would cause the people in the southern border to cooperate with the inside and outside of the Great Meng Kingdom, causing Daliang to directly lose the twelve cities in the southern border and the life of his son Jun Tingye.

  (end of this chapter)

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