I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 218 Two Years of Hard Work in vain

[Also, the tax collection in silver also depends on the situation. According to the different grain production in the north and south, it can be stipulated that the northern region should pay taxes at a ratio of 70% silver to 30% grain or 60% silver to 40% grain, so as to avoid the low grain prices hurting farmers, which would eventually make the farmers suffer.]

[On this basis, the imperial court can also set the silver-grain price ratio, for example, let the Ministry of Revenue determine how much silver is sold for one stone of rice each year, and the local governments can then regulate it based on actual conditions, but a minimum and maximum limit must be set.]

[If anyone privately raises the price of grain, they will be severely punished, and the Ministry of Justice will write relevant laws and everything will be enforced according to the law.]

[In addition, you can also establish a pilot project first...]

As a qualified spectator who has experienced the era of information explosion, I can talk about everything I see.

Chu Liuzheng just talked about whatever came to her mind, very casually. After all, she was just thinking about it for fun, and she had no idea how much shock it caused to someone who was listening in.

The teacup in Xiao Jingfan's hand made a crisp 'crack' sound and he actually crushed it.

The sharp edge of the porcelain piece cut the skin, and blood mixed with tea seeped out and dripped onto the table, forming a pool.

"Your Majesty!" Zhou Yuande cried out in shock, and hurried forward to check, shouting, "Quickly call the imperial physician!"

Xiao Anzi hurried to the Imperial Hospital.

Zhou Yuande took a clean handkerchief and pressed it on Xiao Jingfan's wound. The palace servants serving in the hall were so scared that they knelt on the ground.

Xiao Jingfan didn't feel the pain in his hand at all, and his pair of eyes, as deep as stars, were surprisingly bright.

[…If this draft is to be implemented, it cannot be done without the support of the tyrant, it must be protected by power, and then supported by the execution of the practical people.]

[Tsk, there is another problem. ]

[The imperial court cannot just post a notice to stabilize grain prices, it needs to use real money. The implementation of reforms and the operation of the country also require silver support, but Dasheng's silver reserves are not enough. ]

[If there is not enough silver circulating in the market, let alone implementing reforms, all existing problems will be exacerbated, and even national strength will be weakened, and the country may even be destroyed! ]

Chu Liuzheng was startled by this speculation, and something suddenly flashed through his mind.

[Wait! When I first linked the system, I seemed to have seen news about gold and silver mines, and a ranking list of countries.]

[It's been a long time, where are you? ]

Chu Liuzheng began to dig deep into the system.

Gold and Silver Mine!!
Xiao Jingfan pursed his lips, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he swallowed hard.

in case……

He clenched his fist tightly, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding began to bleed again, staining the white handkerchief red.

"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself." Zhou Yuande had a bitter face, looking more miserable than if he were injured himself.

Xiao Jingfan came back to his senses, slowly loosened his hand, and waved for him to get up.

At the same time, Envoy Wu hurried over.

When he saw the blood-stained handkerchief, his eyelids twitched and he hurriedly opened the medicine box to treat Xiao Jingfan's wound.

The wound was on the palm of the right hand, one inch long, but fortunately not deep, which made the palace servants serving in the hall breathe a sigh of relief.

Xiao Jingfan's mind was not on his injury at all. He listened attentively, afraid of missing that precious list.

Ever since he learned at the plum blossom viewing banquet that taxes were often collected from the people under various pretexts, this matter had become a thorn in his side, and he could not sleep whenever he thought about it.

Last night, when he looked at the memorial presented by Minister Wen, he was happy, but he also had a real headache.

Everything else is fine, I can think of ways to solve it slowly, but the silver can't appear out of thin air.

Now, he hopes Chu Liuzheng can give him another surprise.

Chu Liuzheng searched in the system for a long time.

[Why isn't there anything there? Did I remember it wrong?] [Ahhhh!!! This is the first time I feel that there is too much gossip in the system and it's annoying!!]

[Where on earth is this? ! ! ! ]

Chu Liuzheng searched for a while and suddenly reacted.

[Wait! Why am I in such a hurry? This should be a headache for the tyrant emperor.]

Xiao Jingfan frowned. This direction...

He had a bad feeling, but he also had a glimmer of hope, in case this woman wouldn't be so...

[Why should I, a little palace maid, worry about the emperor? There are so many capable people in the court, and matters like hair loss should be left to them. I don't get such a high salary.]

[Tsk tsk, I'd better continue eating my melon. ]

Xiao Jingfan, whose premonition came true: "..."

My brain hurts!
How could such a magical thing as the system be on this woman? Can you change her to someone more motivated? !
He raised his left hand and rubbed his temples. He even lost his appetite for breakfast.

Zhou Yuande advised carefully: "Your Majesty, getting up early to practice boxing is quite exhausting, at least have a bowl of porridge to warm your stomach."

Xiao Jingfan was actually hungry, but didn't want to eat. He was so angry at Chu Liuzheng's lack of ambition that he would rather Chu Liuzheng pretend to be a charlatan to deceive him!
Zhou Yuande persuaded him again and again, but Xiao Jingfan became impatient and reluctantly said, "Bring it here."

Zhou Yuande immediately smiled and hurriedly brought over the bird's nest porridge.

Xiao Jingfan took it, ate while listening, hoping that the woman who was afraid of trouble would change her mind.

It was impossible to change his mind. Chu Liuzheng had already forgotten about the mountains of gold and silver and picked up the melon he had just eaten halfway.

[Minister Wen was lucky. If he hadn't just reached a conclusion with King Xiao and the tyrant needed his services, the fact that Madam Wen sent fake pregnancy drugs to the palace would have dragged the entire Wen Mansion into the abyss.]

[From this perspective, Minister Wen should be considered to have true love for Madam Wen. If it were another family, Madam Wen would have committed suicide long ago if she had done something that would have caused the entire family to be executed. How could it be as simple as just having her power as the head of the family taken away?]

[Tsk tsk, as the saying goes, a death sentence can be avoided but a living crime cannot. The tyrant did not give Madam Wen any dignity. It would have been fine if he had just issued an imperial decree to reprimand her and deprive her of her imperial edict, but he actually beat her with eighty sticks in public. This is a death sentence, but it will at least lead to disability.]

Chu Liuzheng shook his head secretly. For a lady like Madam Wen who cares about her reputation, it would be easier to accept the former than to die in peace or to live in disability and endure rumors.

She continued reading, originally wanting to see what punishment Minister Wen received, but she saw a few unexpected lines of text.

[Wow, Minister Wen is quite affectionate, willing to bear half of the punishment for his wife. The tyrant actually agreed, which is not like a tyrant... Well, okay, Minister Wen crying and begging, the picture is too beautiful to imagine.]

Chu Liuzheng slapped away the images that automatically popped up in his mind.

[If one person is beaten with 40 sticks, even though one more person will be torn to pieces, at least he will not be disabled. Shangshu Wen cried well! ]

In fact, regarding this matter alone, Chu Liuzheng was quite sympathetic to Shangshu Wen.

[After working hard for two years, I could have made a great contribution. If the emperor was pleased, I might even have been awarded a title. But now, not only have my merits and demerits offset each other, but I have also been fined for two years and demoted three levels. It's miserable. I do the same work but get no money. Tyrants will do it for free.]

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

He clearly values ​​talented people, so why do all the good words he says taste bad in this woman's mouth?

If he does a good job, won't he be promoted back?

Besides, the Wen family doesn’t need that little salary.

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At the same time, Huaqing Palace.

"Sweep that area clean and wipe the windowsills." Xianglu had a happy look on his face and ordered people to clean every corner of Huaqing Palace.

Seeing that it was almost time, she walked briskly into the bedroom, rolled up the gauze curtain, revealing the sick beauty with disheveled black hair lying on the bed.

"Master, everything has been arranged. We are just waiting for the imperial edict to arrive."

"Why are you in such a hurry? A few hours won't make a difference." Dou Jingwan sneered, her tone nonchalant, but there was a smile in her slanted fox eyes.