The father and son talked for a long time before the little fat boy suddenly remembered something: "Father, look!"
He stealthily took out the sweet potato rhizome from his pocket.
Like a thief.
The emperor was used to his occasional mischief, so he stroked his forehead and leaned over to look at him.
Two faces with very similar eyebrows and eyes are put together, complementing each other.
One looks like heavy snow, the other looks like gorgeous peony.
One can only be viewed from a distance, the other is dazzlingly bright.
One can't help but sigh, how can such similar faces have such obvious differences.
Like fire, like ice.
Beauty, so beauty that everything else pales in comparison.
It’s just that the two main owners don’t agree with it.
"I will be able to give you a good harvest soon. Is your birthday coming soon? I didn't know before, but now, I will give you everything." The chubby boss spoke, with strong confidence lingering between his eyebrows.
The emperor was suddenly startled.
After a long moment, he lowered his eyes and said in a faint voice, "It's for me?"
The little fat boy heard it and replied without hesitation: "For Xiao Yuan thousands and thousands of times."
Where did he learn these sweet words? My head hurts from reading so much, but he can say these things just by passing them out.
"With sweet potatoes and corn, my father will be the best emperor in the world. The people will all sing his praises, and my father can become an immortal!" He spoke in a coherent manner.
The emperor felt a little uncomfortable, and he asked hesitantly, "Become an immortal?"
The little fat boy looked back at him steadily and whispered, "I know."
Emperor Mingxi's heart skipped a beat. Was he so stupid now? He couldn't even clean up his mess?
When His Majesty was at a loss for words, he saw the little fat boy shaking his head and thinking to himself, "I know, because people say that fish are little gods, and father also wants to become a great god."
Extremely proud.
The emperor smiled slightly and said, "Indeed."
He tilted his head and handed over a memorial: "I came here this time to ask your Highness something."
The little fat boy no longer reads like he is reading a book written in heaven. He reads everything very quickly and can read ten lines at a glance.
The memorial was signed by the kings of various countries.
It says that the people of the country all agree with making Dazhao the suzerain state.
Perhaps it is because there is no more war and the people feel at peace.
Today, the people of the country are at peace and their lives are thriving.
Those soldiers who were forcibly conscripted were sent back home after they learned that it was an order from the Great Zhao Holy Emperor.
They are even more grateful and worship it as a god.
When the little fat boy saw the kings of various countries praising his father, his mouth widened and his big eyes curved into crescent shapes.
"That's great!"
The little fellow put down the memorial, waved his hands, and circled around Emperor Mingxi happily.
"Xiao Yuan is the best, most wonderful emperor."
He is the most innocent and no one would doubt his sincerity.
Emperor Mingxi patted his head, a smile on his lips: "Thank you, Your Highness, but please think about it again, what is the deeper meaning of this?"
The slender fingertips pointed at the memorial.
The little fat boy's eyes fell on the end, and the words on it were a bit obscure and difficult to understand.
He didn't know either, but he was the most straightforward person. If he didn't understand something, he would ask whoever was around him.
"Your Majesty, take?"
The fat hands and slender fingers touched each other.
The emperor raised his eyes and looked at the young child.
Gently stroked his eyebrows.
I was already old when you were born.
Although he always thought that he had given birth to a little fool, it was just a term of endearment.
Your Majesty knows how intelligent Yu'er is.
Knowing that he had outstanding political talent, the emperor never avoided him.
Whatever the matter is, break it down and explain it to him in detail.
"The various nations are in name only. I will make them only know the Great Zhao, but not their ancestors. The Queen Mother of Mobei is as capable as any man, and she understands my intentions. Their joint petition is simply to comply with my wishes. Now that the world is unified, I will implement the policies of the past starting in March."
"Gu Yuan asks His Highness, what good plan do you have?"
Your Majesty is courteous and speaks in a gentle tone.
The little fat boy was very happy. He held Emperor Mingxi's hands and said, "Don't worry, father. University student Yu'er will definitely help you!"
The book in his mind turned page by page, and the little fat boy seemed to have become the same existence as the system at this moment.
The powerful core is searching for keywords.
One tax policy after another flashed through the little fat boy's mind. It was as if he was standing under the starry sky, watching the shooting stars passing by.
It lists all the tax policies of all dynasties, from the well-field system to the initial tax per mu, the military farming system, the rent and labor system, the two-tax system, and the equal tax system for square fields.
The little fat boy was dazzled.
He shook his head. There are so many!
But we must choose the one with the least disadvantages and benefits the country and the people.
We must also combine it with reality.
Fish must do their best!
The fat baby looked determined as he continued to flip through the long river of stars.
1002 stared at him blankly, as if seeing a shining soul slowly rising.
He couldn't bind him, couldn't bind him.
Under what circumstances will it fail to bind?
With a bang, 1002 seemed to have figured something out.
"Yes!" The little guy's eyes were like thousands of fireworks blooming, so bright that it was breathtaking.
His Majesty has been looking at him.
Looking at the child he loves deeply.
"What is it?"
"The tax rate will be based on the amount of land!" the voice was loud.
The system of Dingyin has been implemented since ancient times, with Dingyin being distributed according to the land area...
Emperor Mingxi's eyes darkened: "I would like to hear the details."
Fat Baby pulled out his little notebook and thought as he spoke: "After the natural disaster, because of Yu'er and his father, a large number of refugees poured into Dazhao. As a result, Dazhao has a large population, but there are too many people. Moreover, some of them are not Dazhao citizens and do not fit in. We need to separate them!"
"In the world of college student Yu'er, there are also many people who can't distinguish right from wrong and have no opinions of their own. In this era, there are even more. Father can take advantage of this. Um, Yu'er, find Master He!"
The little fat boy wants to borrow Master He's influence in the literary world.
"If the levy increases by one point, the people will suffer; if it decreases by one point, the people will benefit. As each country is a prefecture or county of Dazhao, the money will go into our pockets. And, there's another thing. If anyone wants to farm, we will lend them everything they need."
"And in the first year, Dazhao will not collect taxes. In the second year, they will return it to us. In the third year, we will collect 50% tax, and then increase it to 30% tax, and then we will never increase taxes again!"
The more the little fat boy spoke, the brighter his eyes became, and some things that were difficult to explain became clear in his mind.
It was as if the college student Yuer had awakened in his mind.
"Father!" The emperor was stunned, and the little fat boy kept calling him.
Emperor Mingxi subconsciously handed over a cup of plum tea. The little fat boy grinned and drank it all in one gulp.
"It tastes good." His tone was as innocent as ever.
It seemed as if those profound words were not spoken by him.
The emperor looked at him for a long time and suddenly laughed.
"Your Highness is absolutely right. I encourage you to do so!"
The little fat boy covered his eyes, too shy to speak: "Jam, jam!"
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