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Chapter 1359 I am the master of my country!  (Down)

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    ? Chen Feng, Liang Yong, and Gao Chuan are not alone, but the epitome of all mine supervisors and tax envoys.  Before entering the palace, these eunuchs were basically poor and unemployed vagrants who were unwilling to accept the status quo. In order to change their fate and make a fortune, they chose the promising job of 'eunuch'.

    The knife that cuts away the roots of right and wrong basically cuts off their conscience, shame and other human sides.  When they were in the palace, they slavishly bowed their knees, invited favors in every possible way, and their dignity and desires were extremely suppressed.  Once released, they relied on the privileges bestowed by the emperor, the dense spy network of the East Factory, and the recruited desperadoes, so they would naturally have to pay a hundredfold compensation.  Those repressed and distorted greed, hatred of the society, especially the rich, and sexual repression that cannot be vented exploded out. Therefore, the lawlessness, reckless behavior, and crazy perversion have brought a wave of chaos to the land of China.  A great catastrophe.

    ?From Liaodong in the north, Yunnan and Guangdong in the south, Susong Shanghai in the east, Shaanxi in the west, and Shanxi, Lianghu, and Jiangxi in the middle, all were ravaged by eunuchs.  The richer and more developed the area, the more serious the damage, especially in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, where all industries were already withered by the financial crisis, and now they are regarded as the most fat prey by the eunuchs, so they are naturally subjected to extremely severe exploitation and extortion.  People's livelihood was in rapid depression, and the market was extremely deserted, which was completely different from the prosperous scene in the early years of Wanli.

    Among them, the biggest change is Shanghai City, which is completely supported by industry and commerce.

    In the thirty-fifth year of Jiajing, Shanghai was opened as a port. In the next year, five city and ship customs were established here, and the tax was divided into nine categories.  The coast of the East China Sea has quickly become the economic center of the country, and the market is full of new atmosphere.

    However, in September of the 11th year of Wanli, Zhu Yijun appointed Sun Long, the son of the former manager of Baohe Store, the largest imperial store in the capital, and got the fattest job among the mine supervisors and tax envoys-discussing taxes in various counties of Susong, including Suzhou, Songjiang, and Shanghai.  city ??tax.

    After arriving in office, this vampire, who lived three feet in the melon field in Beijing, was ordered to join Huang Jianjie, recruit local gangster leaders Tang Xin, Xu Cheng and others, and all appointed them as tax officials, known as the Twelve Taibao.

    I have to admit that Sun Long is a tax genius. He summed up his experience in collecting taxes in the capital, combined with local characteristics, and introduced a 'market entry tax' and a 'machine head tax' in addition to customs duties.  The former is to tax the circulation of commodities, which is done by the Twelve Taibao under him.

    It is an ancient truth to use rogues to do bad things. Once those rogue leaders with no moral bottom line take up their posts, their disciples and grandchildren will all turn themselves into tax collectors.  All vehicles and boats that enter the country will be interrogated. Although the common people are "only chicken and vegetables, salty can't be avoided", let alone those cargo ships and trucks that continuously transfuse blood into the city.

    In addition to the tax rules appointed by Emperor Wanli, Sun Long cleverly set up names and imposed various levies; his tax gangsters also unceremoniously demanded from Naka.  , To be charged more than 8,000 taels of tax before it can be shipped to the market for sale.

    However, the financial crisis brought about by the Royal Bank of China is still very serious, and the situation of expensive silver and cheap bills is getting worse. Even if the people have real money in their hands, they will never spend it unless it is a last resort.  In order to survive, merchants have to squeeze their noses to collect bank notes, but when cashing them is nowhere in sight, a sharp depreciation of bank notes is inevitable.

    The worst situation has emerged. On the one hand, prices are soaring, on the other hand, money is tightening, and inflation and inflation are coming at the same time.  Citizens and merchants were unable to sustain themselves, leading to "Wu people went on strike and cried on the road", and merchants gave up the huge market of Shanghai Susong one after another, hoping to avoid the terrible customs through domestic sales.

    When the number of people trading in the market decreases sharply, it will naturally become difficult to collect taxes, but it doesn't matter, Sun Long has a second trick, which is to collect "machine head tax".  Businessmen thought they could escape without doing business in Susong Shanghai?  So childish!

    Sun Long asked the textile households in Susong, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, "One piece of machine, three qian of tax silver, one piece of satin, five cents of tax silver, one piece of yarn, two cents of tax the yarn and satin weaved shall be paid with the customs seal,  Then sell it.  ¡®That is to say, no matter whether you produce it or not, you will be taxed three silver coins per loom, and the gauze woven will be taxed before it can be sold.  In the blink of an eye, all the factories and shops related to the textile industry were closed in Susong Shanghai area, and hundreds of thousands of weavers, yarn workers, dyers and other employees were unemployed.

    In the past, the prosperous Shanghai city was like a paradise, but in a blink of an eye, the market was depressed, all businesses were ruined, wealthy businessmen went bankrupt, ordinary people were unemployed, and there was a scene of howling ghosts and wolves

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    ? On Miaoqian Street in Shanghai, it was hard to find the prosperity in the past, and 70% of the shops were closed. It was a depressed scene.

    &nbsLooking at Master Ma Liu, he said, "Master Liu, is there a shortage of cooks on the pier?"

    "You, a famous chef in Huaiyang, are you going to steam steamed buns on the pier?" Ma Liuye said with wide-eyed eyes.

    "Then what can I do! People have to eat." Old man Wang said in a low voice, "I thought I had earned enough money in this life, but who knows that money has become paper. Now I don't ask how much money I can earn.  The place will do"

    Ma Liuye wanted to say that cooking on the pier requires strength, not skill, but seeing him like this, he swallowed the words again, nodded and said, "Sure, I'll ask you."

    "Oh, this world." Listening to the solemn atmosphere, Liu Sanhe who sang a ditty on the other side sang aloud: "The trees are old, the leaves are thin, and the people are old and their waists are lowered. Don't talk about me, I can't get along, and Master Wang can't live well."  .He has little money and is old. He only has a ragged padded jacket left on his body. Since then, he has died as a eunuch and occupied Shanghai Beach last year. Everyone suffers, and there is no way to mention it. If you die, you will lose a layer of skin"

    Everyone felt sympathetic when they heard it, and Chen Guanren shed tears and cursed: "Quickly shut up, and watch out for Dongchang to arrest you!"

    "Catch it if you catch it, die it if you die, and if you live, you will suffer. If you die, at least you won't starve." Liu Sanhe said nonchalantly, "Master Ji, please do me a favor, and I'll have a bowl of noodle soup on credit, these words will burn my mouth.  "

    Shopkeeper Ji scolded with a smile: "When will I not give you credit?" He brought a bowl of noodles with his own hands and said, "You are also learning from the yellow blind man, who eats by mouth, how can he live more and more?"  Moisturized?"

    "I am grateful for the troubles of the world," the blind man Huang, who had been sitting quietly and listening, said with a smile, "The worse the world is, the more fortune-tellers there will be. I don't need money, I just take care of the food, and it's no problem to have a meal."

    "He has fortune tellers who take care of the meals, but who will take care of the meals for me, a storyteller and singer?" Liu Sanhe looked at Shopkeeper Ji and said, "Treasurer Ji, why don't you have a show here at night, and I don't need money, just take care of my three meals a day  Just do it."

    "I can't afford to add more, and I don't make money just by wasting lamp oil." Shopkeeper Ji shook his head.

    "That's unconscionable," Liu Sanhe shook his head and said, "The last time I gave a talk about "Five Rats in Tokyo", the house was full of guests."

    "It's true that the house is full, but it's all just listening, and it doesn't cost money to listen!" The shopkeeper Ji said bitterly.

    "You insist."

    "Everyone complains that you don't work hard." Shopkeeper Ji complained, "I'm half dead, I want to sleep after hearing it."

    "Damn it, why should I work so hard if I can't earn the money for three pancakes? Am I crazy?" Liu Sanhe said very depressed.

    At this time, shopkeeper Hou and old man Zhou came together.  The old man Zhou was old and ugly, and shopkeeper Hou's clothes had turned white from washing.  Shopkeeper Hou carried a small basket with several dishes of side dishes, and old man Zhou carried a jar of flower carvings.

    "What's the matter today?" Ma Liuye said with a smile, "Isn't it a holiday?"

    "When I went out, I met Lao Hou carrying vegetables. I asked him what he was doing, and he said that we would have a good get-together today." Old man Zhou said, "I'll go back and find the last bottle of Huadiao."

    "Which last bottle is this?" Ma Liuye teased.

    "It's true this time." Old man Zhou said sadly: "It's really gone, a bottle is gone."

    "Brother, don't mind," Ma Liuye said apologetically, "I'm just a stinky mouth."

    "I've been an old man for many years, what are you talking about?" Old man Zhou said with a smile.

    "That's right." Shopkeeper Hou said with a wretched smile while serving the dishes: "I'm leaving today. I'll be the host today. I'll treat the guys to dinner. Think about it later, don't always say I'm stingy."

    "Go, where are you going?" Everyone asked in surprise.

    "Where are you going?" Shopkeeper Hou said with a blank face: "Yes, although the world is big, where can we go?"¡ª¡ª

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