Any individual or tissue has muscle memory.

For example, if a person exercises for a long time and suddenly fails to exercise, he will be very uncomfortable.

For example, an organization is always lazy and suddenly requires them to be efficient.

The power of habit is too strong.

From a young age, the power of habits dominates the individual.

In terms of fighting, the power of habits dominates the organization.

Reform, in a sense, is to change the "muscle memory" of the entire tissue.

For example, in the Ming Dynasty, the extra school and the consumption of the envy were all "muscle memories of the tissue".

Since the Wanli era, the court has become addicted to the sect and has been unable to stop since then.

As a result, the Ming Dynasty became more and more deviant on the road to extra sects, the people became more and more miserable, and the people's livelihood became more and more difficult.

By the time of Chongzhen, adding extra taxes had become a very normal method of tax collection.

The agricultural tax in the Ming Dynasty was actually very low, and only 0.034 stones (4.08 jin) was collected per mu.

Let’s not talk about the traditional cap tax, just the land tax.

Nominally it is 0.034 stone per acre, but that is only nominally.

The gray rules of the Ming Dynasty were as numerous as the vast ocean of water.

Additional assignments are one of them.

How to do the additional dispatch?

First of all, we have to make a clever name, and secondly, it is much more crude and simple. If the yamen sends taxes, it means that the court will be in war this year, or the emperor will build a palace, so we should collect more.

How many additional payments are specific?

Generally, it is several times or even ten times taxed!

This is a very scary thing.

Where rules cannot shine, they become gray, so they can be unscrupulous.

Just talk about the woman in front of me, the yamen officer asked for an extra 8 times, and she wanted to take out another 32.64 kilograms of food.

The amount of food at this level is what ordinary people eat for three months.

Everyone around looked at the woman numbly. Everyone's eyes were filled with fatigue, as if they wanted to say something, but they had nothing to say.

Zhang Chen saw it and felt extremely sad.

In this land, people in the 21st century are really much happier than the people today.

No matter it is material or mental outlook, it is incomparable.

No wonder there is an old saying: Prosperity means the suffering of the people; destruction means the suffering of the people.

The people will always suffer.

Chongzhen and his men walked all the way, and the yamen were still yelling at everyone: "Even if the Heavenly King comes today, I must take out the extra money, otherwise they will be dealt with according to tax evasion!"

Chongzhen finally knew why the person he met just now said that his neighbor was going to sell the land.

If the land is sold and a tenant is a tenant, there is no need to pay the land tax, at least there is no need to pay the additional payment.

The landlords and men all have their own relationships, and they can clear the taxes and evade taxes after they are free.

This is a dead knot. It is given to the land and the people, and the people dare not take it anymore. The land flows into the hands of landlords and officials, and officials have tax exemption privileges, and landlords have various relationships.

This is obviously like an explosive barrel about to explode, and the areas around Shaanxi and Shanxi have already exploded.

If this problem is not solved, most parts of the country will explode in the future.

Chongzhen took the people over, but he didn't say anything, just wanted to see with his own eyes how the front-line staff of the Ming Dynasty collected taxes.

The Yamamaster saw Chongzhen and the others coming, and there were so many people who saw that they were from a very strange origin at the sight, so he hurried over to say hello.

Chongzhen pretended to say, "You guys continue, I will pass by and I won't bother you."

The yamen servants went back to continue collecting taxes.

One of the young men took out the food from their homes, put it in the hukou, put some, and put down half a bag of food in their hand.

The Yachao shouted, "Why did you put it down? There is still half a bag, pour it in."

"Official, look at this, the hukou is already full and all are piled up."

The yamen kicked Hu several times, and the food on it fell down again.

The yaman said, "Down again! Hurry!"

Chongzhen could see clearly on the side.

Damn it!

Is there really a way to play "Kick Hu" in the Ming Dynasty like the historical records?

What is Kicking Hu?

Hu is the tool for filling grain on the ground. Generally, it is used to fill the grain with taxes. It must be filled. After filling, the yamen will kick it a few times, but it cannot be kicked down.

Everyone feels troublesome when they kick it down.

Generally, county magistrates will find people with excellent feet to collect taxes just to kick the hukou.

Why?

Because what is sprinkled is to be collected and given to the magistrate for extra money. This is the rule.

So of course we must ensure that we cannot kick down or lose less.

The young man had to continue falling, and in the end there was only a little left.

The yamen kicked again, and the piled sharp tip fell down and fell out.

This is called "kicking".

"Continue to fall!"

"This... leave a little, the last one!"

The Yachae roared: "Continue to fall! There will be extras this year! All must fall!"

Chongzhen understood clearly that this method of tax collection was to force people to death.

He said, "Didn't the court say that he will never send additional missions?"

Chongzhen's tone was a little gloomy.

When the yamen officers saw Chongzhen bringing so many people, they didn't dare to talk nonsense, but just said, "Where did this official come from?"

This question is completely nonsense. This is just outside the capital. I know it comes from the capital with my accent.

The most deficient thing in Beijing is the official. If a needle is thrown in, it can kill a large piece of it.

Chongzhen whipped over with a whip and slapped the yamen prostitute. The yamen prostitute screamed and did not dare to be disturbed.

Chongzhen's voice became even more gloomy: "Answer my question!"

After being whipped, the yamen naturally did not dare to fight back, and the others did not dare to move.

They have always bullied the weak and feared the strong. They are never ruthless towards these unarmed and honest ordinary people, but once they meet their boss or those who are more cruel than themselves, they dare not say a word.

"This..." The yamen was a little scared, "It was the magistrate who asked us to add it. We just collected taxes according to the rules!"

Chongzhen said intentionally: "Nonsense! The emperor issued an imperial edict that would never be assigned to the emperor a few months ago. The county magistrates are all officials of the imperial court. How could he disobey the imperial edict by randomly!"

"It's really the magistrate! It's true, please spare your life!"

Chongzhen's face was filled with dark clouds. He was originally going to hunt and relax, but he happened to this.

Good too!

Let’s solve this problem today and take it as a typical example.

Chongzhen pointed at them and said angrily: "Get back all! Get out now!"

Those yamen immediately rolled and crawled.

Chongzhen pulled the reins and said to the common people: "Famous people, the court has already strictly prohibited the extra money! You all collect the food, and someone will collect it according to the rules later! I will give you an explanation!"

After saying that, he stopped hunting and ran towards Daxing County.
Chapter completed!