The two cavalry rushed into Zhuozhou City and went directly to the prefecture.

Later, a shout came from the prefecture: "Long live your Majesty!"

Soon a minor official came out to post a notice.

Everyone couldn't help but come over when they saw his joyful appearance.

Because time was tight, I didn't go to make the paste. The little official didn't know where the fresh rice he got from, so he posted the notice.

After posting the notice, he turned around and rubbed the rice grains on his hands and said happily: "Your Majesty's will, all the grain taxes in various places in the Ming Dynasty this year will be reduced by 10%! 10%!"

The people who surrounded him were originally here to go shopping, most of whom were taking their children and daughters-in-law.

Even Fang Hongzhong led Zhuzhu to go shopping. At this moment, their grandparents and grandchildren were standing in front of him. Fang Hongzhong's eyes were not very good, and he was so shining that he couldn't see clearly.

Fang Xing liked Zhuzhu, so he suggested that Zhuzhu learn to read before leaving Zhuzhou last time. Although Fang Hongzhong was old-fashioned, he knew that Fang Xing had good intentions, so he personally enlightened his granddaughter.

After Zhuzhu was often taken to Peking, she studied with Wuyou. She didn't even know how to read, but her knowledge had already been abandoned by the daughters of the officials in the city.

Zhuzhu looked at the notice and said, "Grandfather, it was said that the grain tax was reduced by 10% in the five years of Xuande! Those who were disobedient should be arrested and everyone should know about this."

Fang Hongzhong was stunned and murmured: "The entire Ming Dynasty? In this peaceful period, there are no wasteland or disasters. Which dynasty will reduce taxes?"

"Is it really 10% less?"

A man asked in his arms, and everyone around him looked excited but nervous.

There are grain tax exemptions in any generation, but most of the reasons are famine.

But the Ming Dynasty has had good weather and good harvests every year. The emperor in the palace has no big joy, so why did he give up this decree?

The little official's face turned black and he glared at the man who was asking. When he saw the little girl being scared by him, he turned his face away and said with a stern face: "The document I just arrived in Zhuozhou now. I think it will be spread all over the north in a few days. Yes, it will be reduced by 10%. As for the reason you said, this decree also said that the harvest will be good next year... By the way, I have to remember His Majesty's words, forget it, forget it, you can wait!"

The people were waiting piously, and everyone showed joy on their faces.

When the little official came out again, he was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

He respectfully held the paper and walked out of the door, stood on the stone, first coughed and cleared his throat according to the rules of the Grand Court, and then began to read the emperor's words.

"Emperor Wen told me back then that the people were not water, and the emperor was not a boat."

Well!

Fang Hongzhong felt something was wrong at the beginning, and the relationship between the water and the boat was known to everyone, so some people behind him were muttering.

"The people are the land, and the emperors and officials are the planters."

"Work at sunrise, return at sunset, and fear the land that gives us food, this is what the emperors and officials should do."

When they heard this, the people who understood were shocked.

The people are land, and kings and officials should respect the land. What is this metaphor?

this……

Fang Hongzhong felt that if this was said from others, he might be criticized on the spot.

But this is the emperor's words!

The little official was probably a little shocked, paused here for a while, then looked at the people listening in a little panic and continued to recite.

"Plants should be careful to their duties, do not trample on the land, and do not fish out of the waters, otherwise the land that produces food will crack a huge gap that is panicking, and flames that can melt everything in the world will be spewed out from it..."

oh!

There was a sudden noise below.

Fang Hongzhong was a little uneasy. He felt that this statement was too high for the people.

"This means cherishing the people's strength, caring for the people, and not abuse the people, otherwise you will be in trouble sooner or later and you will suffer bad consequences!"

Someone was explaining below. Fang Hongzhong turned around and looked at him, and he was trance remembering that the man was studying science.

He looked at the people in a daze.

He saw faces with joy in shock, and the astonishment gradually dissipated.

He saw an old man grinning, with only a few thin yellow teeth left in his mouth, looking ugly. But the joy seemed to surge out from his whole body, making people unable to help but be infected and happy.

"It's cold and the Chinese New Year, can they wear warm clothes? Can children eat malt sugar? Can women at home make a new piece of clothing? There are all kinds of things, and I think about it carefully, so I can't sleep at night."

"This is Your Majesty who is worried about us, worried about whether we can wear warm clothes and whether the children can afford candy... His Majesty thinks about this and can't sleep at night."

The voice was explaining in plain language, and gradually a few more people spreading these explanations. But the emperor's words were actually no different from plain language, and most of the people present could understand them.

Fang Hongzhong saw tears falling in the old man's eyes, and then suddenly knelt down and shouted: "Long live Your Majesty!"

The people did not hesitate and all knelt down.

"Long live your Majesty!"

The little official was frightened and wanted to kneel down. Just as his knees were just bent, Shangguan's voice came from behind: "Stand firmly, finish reading."

The minor official cheered up and continued to recite: "I feel deeply nervous and uneasy when I ask the people of the world to support me, so I always remember the sufferings of the people."

This is still plain language.

"Long live your Majesty!"

The people shouted in unison.

The little official's body shook, blinked his eyes, and said, "I have thought about it for a long time. When I woke up in the early morning this morning, I suddenly felt that those thoughts were hypocritical excuses. So I decided to reduce the grain tax by 10% in the five years of Xuande!"

He finished reading, but the people below were silent.

He glanced blankly, then was shocked and trembled all over.

Those fanatic!

Countless faces were full of fanaticism, tears in their eyes, and cheers came as scheduled.

"Long live your Majesty!"

This is not a praise of merit, but a cheer.

The cheers exploded from the front of the state yamen and then spread rapidly.

After the entire Zhuozhou City learned the news, cheers kept ringing.

The gentry in Zhuozhou was also secretly resentful of the emperor who ordered the removal of his own privileges. To put it bluntly, I don’t know how many people cursed the emperor behind his back to death.

But at this moment, they could only listen to these cheers in amazement and look at the ecstasy.

"Long live your Majesty!"

A child didn't know why he shouted long live, but when he saw the adults shouting in a fascination, he shouted.

He ran past a group of scholars and was caught by a man.

"father!"

The man grabbed him and said happily: "Let's go, buy meat."

The child was happy as soon as he heard this and shouted, "Dad, buy candy."

"Okay, buy you candy!"

Fang Hongjian also saw this scene, Zhuzhu raised her head and asked, "Grandfather, I just said that she only gave the benefits of farming. What are those businessmen happy about?"

Fang Hongjian said in a complicated mood: "Farmers will spend money when they have the remaining money. They are willing to buy some meat and pull a few feet of cloth. If they don't do it well, they dare to go to the restaurant a few times, so merchants can make more money!"

"Grandfather, why are the government happy?"

"Official government? When the businessmen's business is good, the government will collect more taxes. At that time, the superiors will praise them, so they will definitely be happy!"

...

Seeing Ming Pao is here.

As a newspaper, it even released the latest news in Jinan Prefecture before the dibao.

"10%?"

No one was interested in those articles, and all his attention was focused on the emperor's speech.

"Your Majesty said it, it's the original words."

A science child was screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Emperor Wen told me back then that the people are not water..."

The faces gradually turned red, then they were happy, and then raised their arms and shouted.

"Long live your Majesty!"

Cheers echoed everywhere in this spring city, and the cheers on the banks of Daming Lake also spread to the pleasure boats. The businessmen and "talented men" who were coming to have fun all poked their heads and listened carefully.

The water waves of Daming Lake are rippling slightly, and the clean lake water carries several pleasure boats deeper.

"like……"

A businessman frowned and listened, saying, "It seems like he is talking about something... 10%?"

At this time, another ship shouted: "It's 10% of the grain tax exemption!"
To be continued...