Tang Boyan used as popular language as possible to tell the new reform policies he was about to implement, including the official system, military system and tax.

However, Tang Ning sounded like that... that was the case.

Similar reforms have been carried out in the past and present of the earth world, and I don’t know how many times it has been carried out in China and abroad. Tang Boyan’s package of reform plans is more than the lower ones, but it is really a bit worse than that. Some measures are taken for granted when they hear them.

The probability of getting rid of this new policy is too high, and then the fate of the death of the clan and even the country is destroyed!

"Son, do you plan to implement this new policy nationwide without piloting it? It's not that my father said you, you're a little reckless."

You can't let your cheap son do whatever he wants. Dad, I still need time to slowly draw skills!

“Pilot?”

Tang Boyan couldn't understand this brand new word at once.

"The so-called pilot is to select a county or several counties and try your new policy for one or two years. Based on the experience or lessons learned during the trial process, confirm whether the new policy needs to be fine-tuned or major changes... You remember that practice is the only criterion for testing the truth!"

Tang Ning explained the meaning of the pilot and followed the trend to popularize the truth to his eldest son.

When Tang Boyan heard this, he immediately showed a revelation: "Father, your idea of ​​piloting is simply a masterpiece! However, if you only take a few counties to pilot it, I'm afraid you won't see anything. How about the first three counties to pilot it?"

"what ever."

Tang Ning responded casually.

How to operate such a major national policy is something that the prime minister should worry about. What should he ask his father?

However, in order to survive the development as safely as possible, Tang Ning had to add: "Son, your new policy is generally good, but there are two aspects of Dad. It seems that there is room for improvement. The first aspect is the army. Dad has a strategy called the military system, which specifically means setting up several military governments across the country, selecting good families to teach land and form military households. Military households no longer pay local rent and mediocre transfers, and they work farming and martial arts on weekdays. They practice fighting and practice fighting formations. They should be called in the wartime... The military government only carries troops and goes to the court to send military generals to lead the troops. In this way, the soldiers and generals are separated, and there is no need to worry about someone holding troops and respecting themselves..."

Tang Ning recalled and told the story of the military system in Chinese history.

The more Tang Boyan heard it, the brighter he saw, because the words "no need to worry about someone holding a soldier" were the core purpose of his efforts to reform the military system!

This military system is amazing!

Dad, you couldn't have such a wonderful idea before. Did you really get a great opportunity in your dream?

Tang Boyan looked at Tang Ning and his gaze changed unknowingly: "Dad, what about the second aspect?"

"...The system of the government troops, do you understand now?"

Tang Ning was a little dissatisfied, and he was having fun talking about the military service system.

"Yeah, I understand!"

Tang Boyan focused on the key points.

"Okay, then Dad will talk about the second aspect... Cough, cough cough!"

Tang Ning, who was about to continue to give advice, suddenly felt a little dry.

"Come on! Come and take the black chicken ginseng soup!"

Tang Boyan turned his head and shouted, and a moment later, a maid with a stunning yellow dress brought a bowl of warm black chicken ginseng soup.

Two beautiful oracles covered in floral fragrance helped Tang Ning up with extremely gentle movements. After putting a special cushion on Tang Ning's back, they bowed and retreated with the stunning maid who was offering soup.

The dignified King of Wei personally took the bowl and fed Tang Ning a spoonful of black chicken ginseng soup.

To be honest, the atmosphere of being fed by the same sex is very gay. Even if the feeder is the King of Wei who is the ruling world, Tang Ning still hopes that the maid of the yellow skirt just now will do the matter.

After barely drinking half a bowl, Tang Ning resolutely ended this wave of family feeding and continued to give advice to the country: "The second aspect is taxation, you know that rich country and strong soldiers have been one since ancient times. If you have soldiers but not money, it is called poor soldiers and excessive martial arts. If you have money or not, it is a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. This strong army is provided by the government system, so where should the money for rich country come from? Simple, Dad gives you ten words - to spread the stakes into the acres, and officials and gentry will pay the food together!"

"hiss--"

Tang Boyan took a breath.

Dad, if you take these ten words out, I am afraid that countless people will rebel immediately!

"Can't do it?"

Tang Ning asked.

Tang Boyan was silent.

"Then let's add commercial tax first." Tang Ning took out the strategy with his backhand: "Actually, the operation of adding agricultural tax is always a good move that is more harmful than quenching thirst. Cultivating industry and commerce, and then spending a lot of money from their pockets through various commercial taxes is the strategy to enrich the country with less troubles! Of course, we still cannot impose too much tax, and we cannot do a one-size-fits-all approach. Different commodities must have different tax rates. Some businesses even have to spend money to cultivate their growth. Oh, and you must also clearly mark the tax without cheating... Well, by the way, what is the current commercial tax?"

Tang Boyan replied: "Thirty taxes are one."

"Thirty taxes per one?" Tang Ning was shocked: "My God, is this commercial tax? Is it enough to pay for tax collectors?"

Tang Boyan humbly asked for advice: "My father thinks how much tax is appropriate?"

"At least ten taxes are one!" Tang Ningyu said unsurprisingly: "Those luxury goods, especially those imported from abroad, are taxed at least five out of ten!"

"Father, is this... too high? Many businessmen are desperate people, and they will kill people and resist taxes if they are too anxious."

Tang Boyan knew a little about some business skills.

"Are you stupid? How difficult is it to set up an independent National Taxation Bureau and allow it to build its own controllable tax police force to crack down on tax evasion and tax resistance?"

Tang Ning glanced at Tang Boyan, as if he was looking at the unfair mentally retarded son of the landlord's family.

Son, do you know that there is a powerful and terrifying department in the Earth world before Dad travels through, its name is the IRS.

"In seconds! Father, this plan is very wonderful!"

Tang Boyan suddenly realized that he was thinking in a flash, and he had even thought about who to be the first director of the IRS.

"Dad, you must be exhausted. You should have a good rest and raise your spirits. My son will give up first!"

The energetic Tang Boyan could no longer suppress his strong desire to immediately summon his aides and confidants to revise the new policy and then put it into practice as soon as possible. With his father's high-level guidance, the lonely new policy was foolproof!

With this full confidence, Tang Boyan knelt down beside the bed, kowtowed respectfully, and then got up and took the robe and turned around and ran away...

Alas, I'll stop you. Actually, my dad just remembered that he had forgotten to say the imperial examination weapon.

The Dayan Kingdom implemented the aristocratic political system. It is difficult for poor families to jump to a high position. The imperial examination should bring about a large number of loyal people.

However, considering that the Sui Dynasty, who was the first imperial examination, died in the second generation, Tang Ning did not call Tang Boyan in the end, but chose to close his eyes and rest for a while.

This body is so aging. After saying this for a while, it becomes dizzy and exhausted.

Oh, God, you're sorry, will I be able to get a physical fitness skill tomorrow?

With this prayer, Tang Ning fell asleep.

After a while, a team of beautiful maids with an average appearance of no less than 85 came to the bed quietly.

The maids took off the bedding without saying a word, divided the work and worked together to take off Tang Ning's clothes, carefully scrubbed every inch of Tang Ning's body, replaced new diapers and pajamas, and carefully adjusted Tang Ning to sleep...

The sleeping Tang Ning didn't notice it at all. He dreamed that he would actually enjoy the service at the heavenly level in this state.
Chapter completed!