Lai Changde calculated diligently and said, "How many hundreds of millions of catties of grain does Zhao Lin earn in a year?"
"And according to our dynasty's land reclamation law, newly reclaimed land is tax-free for three years. No, it's officials and gentry who are exempt from taxes."
"Hey, Zhao Lin doesn't have to hand over a single grain of food to the court for these millions of acres of land."
Lai Changde was so shocked by his own calculations.
One million mu of wasteland is reclaimed every year, and hundreds of millions of kilograms of grain are earned every year.
These all belong to one person.
And you don’t have to pay anything at all.
Is this still a human being?
Song Huaian asked, "Tell me, what is Zhao Lin's purpose in doing this?"
Lai Changde said disdainfully: "What else could it be? What are the motives of those big landlords and businessmen? What is his motive? It's nothing more than money."
"Really?" Song Huaian whispered, as if he was asking Lai Changde, but also as if he was asking himself.
Lai Changde said, "No matter what his purpose is, once we catch him, all these fields will be ours. Millions of acres, we can't spend them all in ten lifetimes."
Lai Changde showed a greedy look.
In this era, for everyone, the most valuable and worthwhile thing to work hard for is definitely fields.
Not one of, but first.
Even the emperor wanted land, but the land was divided among the people and they paid taxes to him.
As for officials at all levels, all merchants, landlords, and even ordinary people, they all regard land as their foundation.
Many people’s first thought after making money is to buy a house or land.
Earth is the root of everything.
"Catch Zhao Lin, kill Zhao Lin, and this land will be ours."
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