Chapter 62: Nobles cede land, commoners divide fields

The problem of opening the granaries for disaster relief is too big; if one thing goes wrong, it will affect the foundation of Great Qin!

Looking at the quieted officials, Ying Ying Zi Ye nodded with satisfaction.

"Effective immediately, abolish the two taxes of miscellaneous taxes and poll taxes!"

"Abolish the tax paid by household, and change it to collect tax according to land mu!"

"Commoners with less than one hundred mu of fertile land do not need to pay taxes!"

"But farmers who have no fertile land can be allocated one hundred mu of fertile land per household!"

"These fertile lands shall be collected from the local noble gentry!"

"As for those who did not pay taxes before, it can be let bygones be bygones, but now that we are reforming, they need to pay taxes immediately; after completing the tax payment, we will then collect fertile land to distribute to the farmers!"

Ying Ying Zi Ye's words stunned the officials.

This Ninth Prince is really bold; should I say he is fearless because he is ignorant, or that he has no brains?

With such a reform, will anyone execute it?

Isn't this taking the nobles' land and distributing it to the common people?

Can those nobles agree?

"Reporting to the Ninth Prince, this subordinate has something to say."

Minister Shangqing Meng Yi stepped out and bowed to salute.

Ying Ying Zi Ye looked at Shangqing Meng Yi; is he also going to stop the disaster relief?

"Speak!"

"Ninth Prince, collecting taxes from the noble gentry is riddled with difficulties; how much should be collected? How to collect?"

"Hmm, Minister Meng's question is good."

Ying Ying Zi Ye directly called him Minister; now that he is the regent, calling him that is understandable.

And Shangqing Meng Yi was not asking about opening the granaries for disaster relief; the Meng family is loyal to Great Qin!

"First, noble gentry with only one hundred mu of fertile land need to pay a tax of ten thousand Qian!"

"Noble gentry with one thousand mu of fertile land need to pay a tax of one hundred thousand Qian!"

"Those with ten thousand mu of fertile land pay a tax of one million Qian!"

"Those with one hundred thousand mu of fertile land pay a tax of ten million Qian, and so on!"

"As for salt merchants, the tax starts at one million Qian!"

After Ying Ying Zi Ye finished speaking, the court officials gasped.

The Ninth Prince is ruthless enough!

If the nobles' taxes are not collected, heads will roll.

The officials whispered one after another.

"Not only are commoners not taxed, but they are also taking the nobles' fertile land to distribute to them; this is too crazy, right? Will the nobles agree?"

"Collecting such heavy taxes from the nobles is afraid to force them onto the path of rebellion!"

"This... is the rhythm of chaos in the world!"

"What should be done? This is simply crazy!"

"It seems this matter must be reported to His Majesty!"

"His Majesty clearly also wants to reform, otherwise why would he let the Ninth Prince act so recklessly."

The officials were happy and sad; the happy ones were the clean officials and those who had nothing to do with the nobles.

The officials knew that His Majesty wanted to reach out and take the nobles' money.

Perhaps he was embarrassed to open his mouth, so he could only push his son out.

They wanted to remonstrate to stop this, but they couldn't even find His Majesty's shadow.

He was hiding from them.

"Since everyone has no objections, then execute my decree; today's morning court ends here."

"I give you one month; within one month, the treasury must be full! And every household of the common people must have land!"

"If the task is not completed within a month, everyone present, wait for your heads to roll!"

"If the officials have nothing else, dismiss the court!"

The officials looked at each other, but saying more was useless.

They could only discuss it when dismissing the court.

As for the reform, they were disdainful in their hearts.

"This subordinate withdraws..."

"This subordinate withdraws..."

The officials left the morning court hall one after another.

And Chunyu Yue and Feng Quji, after leaving the morning court hall, were arguing because of their disagreement.

"Good for you, great scholar, so shameless; it was you who forced this old man to bet."

"Now that we've lost, you bite back, letting this old man pay four million Qian first, while you only pay two million Qian."

"It sounds nice to say it's a loan to you, but this money is definitely gone!"

"Is the Rujia Sect so shameless? Chunyu Yue, why don't you go die?"

Feng Quji was about to explode with anger.

He was so angry he started cursing directly.

Originally, losing three million Qian was painful enough.

Just after leaving the morning court hall, wanting to gather money, who knew Chunyu Yue would follow.

He opened his mouth saying he had no money, letting Feng Quji be generous and give four million first, and he could only give two million.

Wait until he catches his breath and he will return one million to Feng Quji.

"Old Feng, do you think I don't know you? Your Feng mansion has no money?"

"You have embezzled quite a lot over these years! But I am a great scholar, where would I get so much money."

"Just be kind and help out! I am a doctor, where would I have so much money."

Chunyu Yue had a dark old face; this old Feng is really something.

If you don't give, don't give; why curse people?

"Get out~~!"

Feng Quji roared, turned his head, and left.

He had never seen such a shameless person.

He had no time to waste here; he had to go home to gather money.

But he remembered the Ninth Prince's words: if he didn't gather three million before dark.

Raid his home, execute his entire family!

The Ninth Prince is really ruthless!

Zhangtai Palace, in the imperial study.

Ying Zheng saw Zhang Han walk in.

He quickly put down the pen in his hand and asked hurriedly:

"General Zhang, how is the situation?"

Zhang Han bowed and cupped his hands.

"Your Majesty, the Black Ice Terrace secret guards sent news." ===== CHAPTER 64 =====