Chapter 34:

In fact, the section of cement road built by the Qin family does not charge for everyone. No, to be correct, people do not charge.
This section of the road only charges for the frame and goods, and there are different charging standards according to different specifications.
For example, if you ride a bicycle, that is, a frame pulled by a beast, whether it is full of goods or pulling people, or even an empty car, you have to pay, it is not expensive, and only ten cents are charged for the whole journey. If it is two rides and pull carts, then 15 articles will be received, three rides and 20 articles, and so on.
If you don’t pull a cart, you just rode a beast, you have to collect eight articles.
For ordinary pedestrians, there is no charge.
As soon as the toll sign was hung up, everyone was waiting to see the jokes between Qin Family and Xie Zheng.
Apart from other things, there is a spacious road next to this concrete road-who still has a good free road and has to spend money to take the road? Is it possible to make Tu Na Road clean and tidy? After ten days and a half months, is it still dusty, who is rare.
Perhaps everyone was waiting and watching. After the cement road was listed, no one went up all day. Even the pedestrians who did not need to pay dare to look around the dirt road.
Qin He, who undertook the construction of the cement road, was not in a hurry, and leisurely went to eat and drink tea with major shops.
Two more days later, when everyone saw him riding out of the city, someone couldn't help but stop him, and asked where he was going, intending to greet him before entering the topic.
But Qin He smiled and replied: "I'm going to Zhangkou for dinner. I have an appointment with the shopkeeper of the Ping An Store for lunch." After he looked at the sky, he waved goodbye, "I have to hurry, or I'll be late. Let's talk back! "
Ping An is a major dealer in Zhangkou, and many shops in the capital are looking for goods from them. The questioner also knew a little about this.
However, it's the end of the hour now, so if you go to Zhangkou, it will take two or three hours soon, how can you catch up with the past for lunch?
The interrogator looked dumbfounded, turned his head and asked the person next to him: "Did the master say something wrong?"
Everyone's ears were erected, so naturally they were right.
Everyone looked at each other, feeling that Qin He was bragging and wanted to build momentum for his cement road.
But if you lie, this kind of thing can't stand the truth at all, and Qin He doesn't need to lie.
Furthermore, the newly completed concrete road is right in front of you...
Only a few copper plates, there is no shortage of rich people at the feet of the emperor. This Qin He put it in a similar way, there are rich idlers who call friends and accompany them, or ride horses or drive cars, lively out of the capital and embark on the cement road to Zhangkou.
The people in the city are also looking forward to it, waiting for these people to come back the next day or a few days to complain.
Who knows that in the evening, these people who went to join in the fun went back to Beijing one after another, and brought back many Zhangkou things, such as the smoked duck unique to Zhangkou.
In less than a day, everyone in the capital knew that Zhangkou in the capital had to go back and forth. Because of the cement road, the time was cut by half! !
The crowd was in an uproar.
What is the concept of this half?
It is the poultry meat just slaughtered in Zhangkou, which can be transported to Beijing for sale on the same day; it is the special cake of Zhangkou, which can be sent to the noble family in Beijing with the remaining warmth...
There is no need for others to say more, within a few days, that section of the concrete road became heated.
This is the capital city, and Zhangkou is also one of the important sources of goods in the capital city. Almost all source goods merchants from the south gather, such as silk embroidery from Su Mansion and tea from Hangzhou Mansion.
Now that the two places have smoother and faster road sections, how can there be fewer carriages and horses coming and going?
Cars that pull goods, cars that nobles visit relatives and friends, come and go in an endless stream every day. A car with ten texts, a car with fifteen texts... Every evening, a team of escorts drove to the toll booth and took away a few large bags of copper plates.
Even toll booths have been added with guards, from morning to night, until curfew.
The money that was visible to the naked eye rolled into Qin's pocket, making everyone jealous.
Everyone's eyes on Xie Zheng and Qin He became complicated again.
There were also many visitors from the Qin family.
On this day, Mrs. Guozijian Jijiu came over to Mrs. Qin for tea and chat.
The wife of Guozijian Jijiu's husband's family name is Cui, and she has a handkerchief with Mrs. Qin. She has not been in contact for many years, and she is not abrupt this time.
Mrs. Qin didn't think much about it, as usual, she ate and drank and chatted with her. Shunzui complained: "Thank you for asking someone to send a post and say you want to come over, otherwise I have to go to accompany the guests today."
Mrs. Cui was surprised: "You are a grandmother now, why do you let you go to accompany guests?"
"Recently, the Three Highnesses tossed the cement out, and then gave it to my young son to go upside down. There was a lot of noise, so many people came to ask. It disturbed me for many days."
Mrs. Cui thoughtfully: "What are you asking? Want to get involved in the cement business?"
"Almost." After all, it's the men's business. Mrs. Qin didn't say much, she just said, "We didn't understand it in our own home. You said we came to ask what happened?"
Mrs. Cui smiled: "You didn't understand it yourself?"
"Of course, this cement is a new thing, and I cross the river by feeling the stones."
"I think Qin and that kid are very calm, not like them."
Mrs. Qin was not angry: "It's a pretense, I have to discuss with his father and brother until midnight when I come back."
Mrs. Cui was so amused: "That still pretends to look alike."
"Yes." Mrs. Qin sighed, "So, so many people come to ask, it is difficult for us."
Mrs. Cui smiled: "Then I'll ask something else."
"Ok?"
Mrs. Cui lowered her voice: "I want to ask your grandson, has he found someone?"
Mrs. Qin was stunned, and then surprised: "Why are you also asking this question?"
Mrs. Cui was also stunned: "Anyone asked?"
"Several companies came to ask. But I said, I remember your little granddaughter is less than five years old, why did you come to join in the fun?"
Mrs. Cui was helpless: "Isn't this being entrusted by others."
After this, Mrs. Qin became curious: "Whose girl? It took such a lot of work to find you."
"It's my unbelievable niece nephew, his daughter is thirteen this year."
Old Mrs. Qin recalled the situation of her maiden nephew, and frowned immediately: "No matter how the royal family is not particular about it, it won't..." glared at her, "How can you do such a job?"
"No response, no response." Mrs. Cui waved her hands again and again, "I'm not a face-saving love, I'm cheekily come over and say. Anyway, I have heard my words, I don't care about anything else."
Old Madam Qin scolded with a smile: "You are throwing the pot on my head."
"My nephew can't find you anyway." Mrs. Cui smiled, and then lowered her voice, "Is that your Royal Highness really going to start seeing each other? Isn't he just fourteen?"
Mrs. Qin didn't care: "It's all people from outside who are hot. The third majesty is right, and his mother...maybe you can't settle down after two years of tossing."
Mrs. Cui naturally knew a little bit of inside information, and couldn't help but ask: "Is it possible that I have to stop marrying?"
"That's not enough. I guess it will overwhelm the woman's family status." Old Madam Qin couldn't help but sighed again, "What are you talking about? I don't know which villain's slander you believe. I actually feel that my son has been broken--"
"Hush!" Mrs. Cui hissed busy, and rebuked, "You can't talk nonsense about these things."
Mrs. Qin waved her hand: "Don't tell me, don't tell me." After a pause, she smiled, "But we really found a few good ones."
"Oh, that's not bad." Mrs. Cui was very witty, and she didn't ask who she was, she just smiled and said, "Then I'm waiting for a wedding drink?"
"Go go, it's still early."
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Xie Zheng has been busy hitting the back of his head recently.
Exercise, calligraphy, homework, bookstore construction, operation content and direction planning, paper research and development, taxation situation in the past year... If not many articles are familiar and easy to do, he is afraid that he will even take a break All have to be reduced.
Other things are still tossing about. The old taxes and various taxes related to the fields have been sorted out first-after all, he doesn't want to check the accounts, he just wants the total.
With the data, he found someone to start the calculation.
In the past few months, he has already had a lot of manpower, and it is cheap to do anything. Especially afterwards.
Now he has to build a bookstore and dump paper. He has to spend money every day. How can he not find a few accountants.
Professional things are done by professional people. Xie Zheng threw the data to those who are good at math, and asked them to calculate a result according to the direction he gave. After finishing the result, he went to the imperial library to find Emperor Chengjia.
Dayan, and even the dynasties before Dayan, always used Rendingshui. To pay for acres is to change the direction of calculation and to collect land tax.
The current population tax is extremely heavy for ordinary people. If it is a young and middle-aged family with a few acres of land, life will be naturally beautiful.
But which one does not have old people and children? If there are too many children and yet to become a labor force, or the elderly are frail and sickly unable to work... This tax can be peeled off.
If taxes are collected according to the land, the burden will be reduced if there are many elderly and children in the family. This is a real reduction in tax burden for the people, and it can even encourage the people to have more children.
There are too many people, what can't you do?
Emperor Chengjia could naturally see this. If it can really advance, the praise of benevolence and love for the people will be indispensable. Which emperor doesn't want celebrities to be eternal?
What he worries about is the tax situation.
Xie Zheng was confident and presented Quan Dayan's field data: "This is the number of fields registered by each state and government, and I have asked them to calculate the annual tax revenue based on the taxation of the field."
When Emperor Chengjia saw it, he was surprised: "So many?"
Xie Zheng nodded and pointed to a certain number on the paper: "The fields of officials, gentry and aristocrats account for more than half of the state capital. If all taxes are collected, the total amount will be calculated, and it will not be different from the personal tax."
In fact, there will be more. After all, some officials, gentry and nobles are subordinates, and opening up wasteland and land is a trivial matter. They don't need to go through business and government. In this way, the calculated fields are naturally small.
Emperor Chengjia naturally thought of this.
Xie Zheng once again increased the fire: "Moreover, for the officials, gentry and nobles, paying these farm taxes is at most painful for a few days. If it is replaced by ordinary people, it is a question of whether they can eat and wear warmth."
In such a comparison, it is natural to know which is better.
Emperor Chengjia sighed, "I know." The problem is too much involved. If this tax reform is implemented, the money bags of the nobles and wealthy gentry will be moved, and the resistance it will encounter can be imagined.
"Father, this is to benefit the country and the people--"
Emperor Chengjia waved his hand: "I know that I need to consider this matter again, so don't get involved anymore."
Xie Zheng was stunned, then overjoyed, and nodded: "Yes." If this tax reform is implemented, I don't know how many complaints will be incurred. Emperor Chengjia told him not to interfere, naturally to protect him, but it also shows that he is really excited. Now, it’s just a big deal, he needs to be prepared.
This is the end of the matter, and then it has nothing to do with Xie Zheng. Seeing that Emperor Chengjia frowned and looked at the numbers, Xie Zheng bowed and walked out quietly.
Back to the prince’s courtyard, An Fu greeted him.
"Master, things have arrived." Since going to Luzhou, Anfu and several people are accustomed to calling his master in private.
Xie Zheng opened his hands and asked casually: "What is it?"
An Fu gently helped him untie his robe, and said, "The movable type mold."
Xie Zheng's eyes narrowed: "Where?"
"It's in the study, just waiting for you to come back and have a look."
"Good!" Xie Zheng immediately turned around and strode to the study.
In the spacious study room, a large typeface table stood quietly under the wall, and 3,000 equally-sized typefaces were neatly laid out on the table according to the radicals, which looked quite a bit imposing.
Xie Zheng pulled out a piece and examined it. The mold is made of specially crafted pottery clay, with a frosted surface that is easy to ink. The font was specially described by someone, horizontal and vertical, quite satisfactory, without any style at all.
There are also a few small wooden frames next to it, all the size of a book page, and the required typefaces are lined in, and the printed page is a neat font.
Xie Zheng nodded: "Prepare paper and ink." He came to rub a copy himself.
Picking, sorting, brushing, rubbing, a page of ink is quickly placed in front of you.
He lifted the paper, glanced at the characterless text, and then looked at the county chronicles that still appeared on the opposite side...
Xie Zheng hooked her lips.
Very good, the little the opposite side can't see these contents.