"In response to the command of our ancestors, the curfew is lifted during the Anshen Festival!"
The thunder exploded in the sky, filled with the joy of the people.
Although the annual Anshen Festival is a commemoration of ancestors, subsequent sacrifices can reduce farmers' annual taxes if they are performed for good luck.
Although everyone is now in a state of panic, this year's grain harvest has failed, and even if the taxes were waived by half, they probably wouldn't be able to pay, because there is a minimum limit...
"Your Majesty, do you still remember to reduce taxes?"
"how?
"This year, there has been no harvest, and the traitors are running rampant. Your Majesty, please ask if you would like to reduce or exempt their taxes after you have made your wish."
"We can collect 30% this year and halve it next year."
Xiao He held the scroll tightly in his hand, sighing profusely, clearly in a bad mood. Hearing His Majesty's compassion for the people made him sigh even more deeply.
"Your Majesty, there is a minimum limit for tax collection."
In other words, the minimum tax rate was 40%. In previous years, it was 64%, but the difference was that the government paid 60% and the farmers paid 40%. But now the positions have been reversed, which is just enough to fill the gap in the national treasury.
"The remaining 10% has been given to court officials for many years. It's tradition."
"These ministers in the court are all my family. To be frank, we all live under the same roof. If they want that 10% tax, then let them return it."
What do you mean by "that 10% is given to the ministers in the court"? The previous emperor was unable to control the ministers and yet wanted all emperors to continue this chaotic rule.
This time, Zhao Xin is determined to be a rebel.
Anyone who dares to open his mouth will be beaten so that he will never dare to open his mouth again!
Everyone admired the emperor's fearlessness.
There are not many emperors in this palace who are so independent.
The King of the North Sea survived and fled to the Central Plains, and the Seven Kings were completely wiped out except for him. Currently, there is still no news of the protagonist, Chu Zhan, and even if he sends people to look for him now, there is no result.
It was as if he had evaporated from the Qin State.
Or maybe he didn't know who to ask for help, so he just hunched over and settled down in someone's house. After all, the protagonist's halo was still there, and he had to keep an eye on this rebel.
A Central Plains army was even dispatched specifically to capture him, but they couldn't find him anywhere, even with the portraits they posted everywhere.
How could Zhao Xin know that this person who had "disappeared completely" was hiding in the house of the Qiu family, another prominent family in Daqin.
Amidst the clamor, the wicked mansion was also filled with joy. The two jade lions at the entrance looked lifelike, and when the door opened and peeked inside, it was brightly lit and magnificent. The manor's owner, even donning a red robe, was celebrating with congratulations.
The head of the Evil House married a concubine, and the concubine was so stunningly beautiful that she truly attracted attention. It just so happened that today was an auspicious day, and the sound of gongs and drums, accompanied by the royal family's firecrackers, created a festive atmosphere for the Evil House.
Everyone was very arrogant and bowed to present gifts. The servants and the like could also receive some small amounts of silver as rewards from the wedding banquet.
The two men were leaning against each other, and their bride, Qingsi, was even holding two red envelopes and handing them to the two children. This evil man's family had only these two children, both born to the main wife.
"Thanks--"
The woman held a handkerchief over her mouth and smiled as she walked by. Her expression was even more teasing, as if their thanks were extremely unbearable.
"We are all family, there is no need to thank each other."
You are so shameless. Who would consider you as a family member?
Although the two were angry, they had nothing to say. After all, he was their father. Their mother, his legal wife, had passed away five years ago. Her face was pale and she couldn't even speak clearly. She was breathing more out than in.
Those years were the most difficult years for the Evil House.
The enemies they provoked in the martial arts world, the decline of their store and the lack of revenue, as well as the false accounts made by the trusted person, were undoubtedly hitting their father's heart hard.
During the most difficult years, those two-faced people even tried to poison them and send them to the Ministry of Punishment to settle their affairs so that they would die there. Thinking about the complicated interests these days is really sad and lamentable.
"The ceremony is over——"
The ceremony was declared over, and after a few days, the An Shen Festival also took shape.
"Your Majesty, the clothes are already on the couch. Please bathe and burn incense before getting dressed and leaving."
Zhao Xin untied the belt around his waist very neatly and efficiently, but before he could take two steps, the palace maids around him came to help.
He wanted to refuse, but the little boy shook his head and went out the door, leaving a word before leaving.
"Your Majesty, this is custom."
As his clothes were removed piece by piece, Zhao Xin entered the water to test the temperature before soaking. The maid returned, fetched another soap bar, and squatted beside him.
"do what?"
"Return to your majesty and take a bath."
It was really troublesome here, there was no shower gel or anything, so when he scrubbed his body and applied shower gel, he could only use soap nuts. He really wasn't used to rubbing this stuff on his body.
"Okay, just put it down first. I'll be fine on my own."
The palace maid looked embarrassed, with a blush on her face, not sure if it was out of embarrassment or fear, and she couldn't even speak clearly.
"But your majesty, this is the rule."
"Disobey me?"
He just keeps talking about the rules and regulations. It's better to say that the previous emperors were lazy than to say that they were just lazy. Even food, clothing, housing, and transportation had to be taken care of by someone special. He had no missing arms or legs, so there was no need for them to treat him like a cripple.
What's more... these people are not his queen.
Su Qingyu was a stunning beauty, her presence warming people's hearts with her laughter and conversation. As for helping with bathing, seeing her would make Zhao Xin feel better.
You can even follow suit and make love with her.
But thinking of Su Qingyu, it seems that I haven't visited her palace in recent days. I don't know if her illness has healed.
Well, after finishing up today, I still have to prepare for the ancestral worship. After that, there are still many things to do according to the procedures. As for the Queen, she still has activities to attend the next day.
He stood at the top of the altar, looking down upon the common people and everyone below him. The roof of the Temple of Heaven built behind him seemed even more magnificent.
"May the year be blessed with favorable weather and abundant harvests, and may all things prosper. Remembering the grief of the previous emperors, today their descendant, Emperor Zhao Xin, pays homage to his ancestors."
The little guy specially put a small soft cushion on the ground for him.
Zhao Xin kowtowed, and so did the group of subjects.
"I pay my respects to the late emperor and ancestors—"
Zhao Xin kowtowed and stood up. Behind him, the Great Qin battle flag stood tall, a scene filled with peace. The scene didn't look like a time of war at all; it could easily be described as the Great Qin's golden age.
It's so sad and tearful, it makes people sigh.
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