"The complexity of the tax system and the wide range of involvement are unimaginable."

Ding Xiang was free to give Song Beiyun the content of popular science tax system reform. This was indeed what Song Beiyun lacked. He took notes like a primary school student next to him, and from time to time he even raised his head to ask a question.

"Just like the tax on real estate, and for example, the tax on land, the difficulty of taxation is that it cannot draw a line."

"Why? Isn't it better to set a standard?" Song Beiyun asked curiously: "We just need to collect taxes from people above the standard."

"You, young!" Ding Xiang knocked Song Beiyun on the shoulder with a fan: "I ask you, how much does a house in the capital cost."

"Now, a good location, I'm afraid a property will have to be turned up by 100,000 yuan."

"Yes, 100,000 guan is coming." Ding Xiang chuckled, "I have an old friend, a noble man, over 60 years old. He was poor all his life, but in his early years, his family left him a property in Jinling, covering an area of ​​more than one acre. In the Jinling New City, it is what you call the prime location, adjacent to the National Academy of Sciences and Hongwen Hall. How much is this property now on duty?"

"Oh...that may get more than 300,000 yuan." Song Beiyun pursed his lips and said, "Every inch of land in that place is worth every inch of land."

"But my old friend earns a lot of money every month by copying books with others. Do you collect or not? If the tax is collected for a property worth 300,000 yuan, you still have to collect 30 yuan a year. He can't earn 30 yuan a year. How can he collect it?"

Song Beiyun scratched his head, and hundreds of different situations appeared in his mind instantly. It was really difficult...

"I am old and don't understand your new principles. But there is one thing I must stick to, law is axiom. The reason why laws are legal is law is all-encompassed. If it is unfair, how can it be called law? A tax law, the poor will naturally be collected by the rich, but how to define it requires a long-term discussion. The creation of any law requires years of hard work. Do you know why your reputation is not good, even Zhao Rong, you have a lot of resentment?"

Song Beiyun bowed to Ding Xiang: "Please give me advice."

"It took the Song Dynasty 32 years to reduce the crime of beheading by 80%. Do you know why?"

"Well... Insong."

"Absurd!" Ding Xiang glared: "If it is a punishment that is often a punishment, people will take risks. If I go to steal a bun, it will be a punishment that is a punishment that is a punishment that is a punishment that is a family of young people in the bun shop. Do you want to ask me if I can't steal? I'm hungry, if I don't steal, I'll die. If I steal, I may not die, and if I kill someone, it may not die. What do you think? Song Shaobao."

These people who study law... are really terrible. However, it is precisely because these people who study law and logic have always existed that the law can be constantly improved and perfected. Now it seems that their path is still far.

Song Beiyun supported his hands on his legs, thought for a long time and nodded and said, "I understand."

The two have been teaching each other for two days, but the person who wanted to win over Song Beiyun never showed up.

That is why they can use their free time to chat about academic issues so leisurely. Song Beiyun told Lao Dingpu what science is, how the sun, moon, and stars rotate. Lao Ding taught Song Beiyun how to govern the law and practice the country, and he enjoyed it.

"Oh, Ding Xiang. Should I open a column for publicizing the law in the newspaper after I go back?"

"Oh?" Lao Ding raised his trick: "How to operate this column?"

"Well...every few days, Ding Xiang would find some representative cases from the files and publish them in the newspapers in a question-and-answer manner, so that the people could know what the law is, and those who like legal principles could work hard to take the law school."

A few years ago, Ding Xiang was still disdainful of the scattered branches and leaves, but as he grew older, he never found a suitable heir to inherit his legacy, but he felt a little panicked.

A generation of Legal University will leave without even a successor. Wouldn't this storied truth be lost? According to the principle, there are so many people in the Law School, right? But it is far from enough for Ding Xiang. The people in the Law School are too rigid, too dogmatic and dull. The legal principles seem to have many clauses, but in fact, they also need to be adapted the most among many academic subjects. Those who have learned rote memorization, will have to be legal officials and cannot be judged in the future.

So when he heard the column of Song Beiyun, Lao Ding's interest rose.

"I heard that Zhao Xiang already has a column?"

"No, Zhao Xiang's column is now a popular column. Don't look at the old man who is unable to move, he has never lost when he talks with others. He has a very bad temper."

"Hahahahahaha... It's Zhao Xiang's character. He is polite in front of him and acts in a desperate situation."

Song Beiyun is not good at commenting on this. It is okay for elders to bury each other, but it is not nice to participate in it, and he cannot do that indecent thing.

"When I go back to Jinling, you will arrange for me."

"That's certain. Several well-educated people in the court can open a column. First, they can inherit their unique knowledge for the past saints, and second, they can also let the lower one see the attitude of the court."

"Yes." Ding Xiang nodded slowly: "Interesting."

While the two were chatting, a few regular knocks suddenly came from outside. Song Beiyun knew that it was a spy who sent him a secret code. He quickly jumped onto the beam and returned to his room. He took off his clothes in a few seconds, rubbed his hair, and lay on the mat with his back on all sides.

Sure enough, not long after, the knock on the door outside sounded softly. Song Beiyun did not respond at the first few sounds, but turned over impatiently, making the bamboo bed creak.

The sound outside stopped, but the person did not leave. Song Beiyun planned to slow down again, but he didn't expect that he would fall asleep. As soon as he opened his eyes, it was already an hour later, and it was almost noon.

But it has been so long since he looked up and the person outside was still there. He knew at a glance that he really wanted to get on Song Shaobao's thread. It was no different from visiting the cottage three times.

So Song Beiyun deliberately made a sound of getting up, and then shouted in a daze: "Come here, come and get water! I'm going to wash up."

Soon a servant came in outside and handed it to Song Beiyun with a basin. Then several maids came to wash his face, comb his hair, and handed him a cup of chrysanthemum mint tea for him to rinse his mouth.

This rich life is really so simple and unpretentious. Song Beiyun, who has basically never been served by anyone, has been enjoying himself these days.

After five or six people were around him, he stretched his waist and stood up. At this time, the man who had been waiting outside tiptoed to the door, bowed deeply and said, "Master Song, my master wants to invite Master Song to come to the mansion to talk."

"Your master? Who?" Song Beiyun raised his eyes and said contemptuously: "Not everyone I will go to. My uncle's identity is there. Any cat or dog can invite me. Wouldn't it be that my uncle's arrogance?"

Song Beiyun was full of evil attitude, and the opposite side seemed to have expected this to happen. He was slow and bowed and smiled: "Master Song, my master is the magistrate of Fuliang County. When he learned that Mr. Song had come to the Fuliang territory, he should be the landlord."

At this time, Ding Xiang happened to pass by the door. He was dressed in a businessman and was about to go for a secret visit. Song Beiyun glanced at him and turned to the person who looked like an official and said, "It turns out that he is the county magistrate, so I'll go there."

The carriage below was already ready, but when Song Beiyun saw the carriage, he felt something was wrong, because the carriage was definitely overruled. No matter how powerful a county magistrate was, he was not worthy of four horses to pull him. The princes and ministers were two horses to the end. Even the young master was only worthy of two horses. Only when he was Duke Ding was worthy of four horses, and Prince Fu was only worthy of five princes in his rituals, and Zhao Xing was worthy of six horses and two horses when he went on a tour.

Why is this little county magistrate worth four horses? This man seems to be very ambitious.

However, Song Beiyun still got on the carriage in one step and sat upright in it. The housekeeper was obviously stunned at that time, and this small move was keenly captured by Song Beiyun.

Now it seems that these people are putting a trap on Mr. Song from the capital. Song Beiyun probably had some thoughts in his mind, but he didn't show it. He still looked indifferent, crossing his legs, and his face was absent-minded.

The official family followed the four chariots and walked along. Song Beiyun thought for a long time in the car and probably discovered what these people planned to use to corrupt Mr. Song.

Power! Power is an irresistible temptation for men. It is the dragon gate that ranks above wine, sex, wealth and energy. After passing this dragon gate, you will almost have whatever you want.

But obviously, they miscalculated one thing, that is, the people sitting in the car are people who are like entering and leaving the palace and following their own houses, sleeping on the dragon bed and rolling on the dragon bed without anyone talking.

The imperial power was just like that for him. He had slept with the emperor, beaten the emperor and fed the future emperor. There was also a man who might have become the emperor but had not become the emperor called his father.

So for him, these four horses and six horses were nothing special. The Japanese emperor was like that when he was on the dragon chariot.

The carriage slowly came to a large mansion instead of a yamen. Song Beiyun was invited to get off the carriage and followed the official family all the way into it. He soon met the legendary fifth-rank magistrate.

"Come on, Brother Song, please sit down."

When the county magistrate saw Song Beiyun's extremely enthusiastic expression, he even reduced his identity and called him a virtuous brother, which made Song Beiyun's expression twisted.

However, according to the character design, this virtuous brother Song Beiyun was definitely unable to respond. He had to show that he was arrogant to the evil young man in Beijing.

"Are you the Magistrate of Fuliang County?"

With a proud attitude, it was normal for Yanei, who had seen many senior officials in Beijing. Although it made the magistrate of Pu a little embarrassed, his psychological quality was still quite good, and he quickly took over the conversation.

"I wonder what it is important to come to Fuliang this time? Why didn't I know earlier?"

"I'm very familiar with you?" Song Beiyun tilted his head and looked at Magistrate Pu: "I have seen many people like you, but I just want to use me to take care of my uncle. You don't need to pretend to be familiar, there is no need."

This is simply a social death remark. When did the magistrate Pu County was humiliated like this? He suppressed his anger and smiled: "My brother Song is such a bad word. I have met Song Shaobao several times in the capital. I also attended poetry meetings together. I have seen Song Shaobao's talent. I am very impressed."

fart.

Song Beiyun thought to myself that I have never seen you before, so I have any poetry gatherings. I just participated in the poetry gatherings at my wife’s house, so why are you joining in the fun?

"Later, we had a great chat with Song Shaobao. Later, when I became a scholar, Song Shaobao also gave me a pair of calligraphy and paintings."

Damn, this official is so powerful. It's actually quite like that when you talk nonsense in front of you.

Even the magistrate Pu, who was full of trains, really brought out a scroll of calligraphy and paintings. There was a strong pine on the top, standing between the clouds and mists, and the lower part was really signed by Song Beiyun. Even his unique Song font was copied vividly.

Song Beiyun held this painting "his own" and his expression was distorted into an old man who looked like a mobile phone on the subway.

I was thinking in my mind, "Why do this thing still have an inscription?"

"The strong wind knows the strong grass..."

After Song Beiyun read it out, he really endured his disgust and returned the calligraphy and painting to this master who could pick it up easily.

What a shit Song Shaobao’s paintings are given by you. The ink on your fucking paintings is still tidey! Isn’t this fooling around?

However, seeing this old man doing such a great show, Song Beiyun also had a rough idea in his heart.

When he was in college, he read Gogol's "The Inspector" and the naked satire also fell on himself, but the difference is that he is now played with as a fool.

"It has been many years since then. Brother Song, I call you a brother, just because I have long regarded Song Shaobao as my father and brother." The magistrate Pu looked out the window with his eyes dazzled, as if he was remembering something: "If there was no Song Shaobao, there would be no today of me."

His tone was sincere and his eyes were sincere. If it weren't for Song Beiyun or Song Beiyun, it would be impossible for him to be blinded by someone else. But this person's face was really thick. He looked like he was in his thirties or forties. How could he say that he regarded Song Beiyun as his father and brother? When he was an official, Song Beiyun was still playing tricks and playful all day in the countryside.

But it’s no wonder that this person was able to become the county magistrate of Fuliang County. His face is really good. Moreover, such a person usually has a thick face and a bad heart. I guess he will never show mercy when he is in a bad way.

"It turns out that the county magistrate and my uncle have known each other for a long time." Song Beiyun's tone eased a little: "It seems that I blamed the county magistrate wrongly."

"Don't be so fucked, just call me brother." County Magistrate Pu nodded seriously and said, "I don't call you brother, can you call me Brother Song? It seems intimate."

I will give you a Thomas fight on the spot... Song Beiyun is now furious, but he still suppresses his anger and smiles: "That's the best. I hope Brother Pu doesn't care about Meng Lang, who just now. He just wants to get close to his uncle, so I really have no way to tell."

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I only had the first update today. I really had no inspiration and didn’t want to force myself to fill the word count. I felt very uncomfortable. I also said I was paying off my debts, but I couldn’t do it at all! It seems that I need to recharge. Dear masters recommend some cheap tourist attractions to me, so I went out for a walk.

PS: Library, People's Park and other things are not good.
Chapter completed!