Ye Zhenzhen's plan took several days to complete. When she handed the plan to Li Yue, Mo Yan, who had been away for many days, finally returned.
Mo Yan seemed to have brought back good news. Cui Weizhen was in a very good mood when he came back that day, and Ye Zhenzhen, who was his pillow partner, noticed it right away.
"Has Mo Yan's matter been settled?" Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but ask a few more questions while chatting before going to bed.
Cui Weizhen said lightly, but what he was happy about was not this matter, but a letter he received today: "Letter from the capital, my previous letter to ask His Majesty to reduce taxes has been settled, and there will probably be a decree in a few days.
Come down."
"Really?" Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help but be overjoyed when she heard the news. She couldn't help but stand up and look at him: "How many years will your Majesty promise to reduce taxes? Even if it's just one year, the people can be relieved.
Come and recuperate, and you won’t have to worry about living in the future.”
The most important thing is that with the tax-free policy, some people can boldly borrow grain, and they don't have to worry about not receiving the grain from the government after the autumn harvest.
Cui Weizhen put his arms around her, and his tone was unprecedentedly relaxed: "Yes, Mingzhou Mansion is a prosperous place after all. If I am not wrong, your Majesty should only reduce taxes this year."
That's also very good.
Although Cui Weizhen looks calm and relaxed on weekdays, Ye Zhenzhen knows how much pressure he is under, and now with this policy, he can breathe a sigh of relief.
"The autumn harvest will be here in more than a month. As long as the people survive this period, they will be fine."
Cui Weizhen also thought this way. Probably because of their beautiful vision, Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen slept particularly soundly.
Unexpectedly, this surprise came very quickly. The couple discussed it at night, and the newspaper delivered the next day contained the news that the imperial court had reduced taxes in Mingzhou Prefecture.
Cui Weizhen, as the chief official of Mingzhou Prefecture, was the first to see this newspaper sent from the post station. He was overjoyed and applauded the case continuously, which aroused the curiosity of the officials. The prefect rarely showed his emotions and did not know what was in the newspaper.
What a good thing.
Could it be that His Majesty has established a crown prince? The recent newspapers in the palace have been full of calls for the establishment of a crown prince. It is difficult to guarantee that a certain prince who is on good terms with the prefect has not been appointed as the crown prince.
When the magistrate circulated the newspaper he had read, the officials, big and small, who had been speculating just now, started to cheer excitedly. Some of them, who were not good at nourishing their qi, were already spinning with joy.
Cui Weizhen waited until their excitement was over, and then he had the newspaper passed to the scribes responsible for copying it, and then sent it to various counties and districts.
Of course, Cui Weizhen did not forget to have someone make a copy and post it on the bulletin board of the Yamen.
Because details of the use of charity funds are posted on the bulletin board every day, there are often many idle people around. Now I see Mr. Chai posting documents with documents. I thought that today's details have been calculated in advance. Many people
He quickly crowded up and asked, so that they could go back to the teahouse and tavern to brag.
As a result, the official told them that this was not the details of the charity money, but the decree of the imperial court to exempt Mingzhou Prefecture from taxes for one year.
As soon as the official's voice fell, everything fell silent.
Everyone opened their eyes in disbelief and looked at the calm pian who was pasting the notice with paste. When it was finished, someone asked with uncontrollable trembling: "Sir, what did you just say?"
?The imperial court really wants to reduce or reduce our taxes? Aren’t we misguided?”
Everyone looked over expectantly.
The official immediately smiled and said: "The notice is posted here. If you don't believe it, just read it. This is the decree that our magistrate asked your majesty a long time ago. Your majesty is kind and cares about the people who were affected by the disaster in Mingzhou Prefecture. As soon as Yubi wrote
I have confirmed the prefect’s instructions, I know this news from the newspaper delivered today.”
The literate scribes in the crowd squeezed up to take a look and shouted overjoyed: "It's true, it's true! Our Mingzhou Prefecture has been exempted from taxes for one year!"
As soon as these words were said, the suppressed excitement finally broke out, and everyone cheered. Some people were shouting long live, and some were praising the prefect for loving the people like a son... Everyone's face was filled with genuine joy, because they were free of charge.
The tax policy benefits each of them.
Farmers, craftsmen, businessmen... no matter what their status is, they no longer need to pay taxes to the government this year!
Is there anything more joyful than this?
This great news flew to all corners of Mingzhou Prefecture as if it had wings. Everyone who heard the news was happy. People in the streets, alleys, teahouses and taverns were discussing the good news. Some even took out the New Year's Eve gifts.
The celebration with firecrackers is as lively as the Chinese New Year.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't get the news for the time being because she went to the academy.
She has been busy going to the countryside and drawing drawings. Before going to the countryside, she was worried that she would not be able to come back in time, so she took a vacation with Principal Dai Shan in advance. The classes that were supposed to be held once every seven days were postponed.
She had been so busy for the past few days that if Jin Yingxuan and Yang Shiwan hadn't come to visit her, she would have almost forgotten that she was still teaching at Luming Academy.
In addition to Jin Yingxuan and Yang Shiwan, the two auditors who had been scheduled for a long time, Ye Zhenzhen also brought three children with her when she went out in the morning. Needless to say, Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming went to school every day, mainly Kang'er.
Tian has been studying at home, and it’s almost time to send him to elementary school.
Regarding the fact that Ye Zhenzhen brought a transfer student, Mr. Dai Shanzhang accepted it well. He trusted Mrs. Ning Guo's character and the student he introduced must be good. Although the current foundation is a bit weak, the child is very smart and will be a good teacher if he teaches her well.
seedling.
It is precisely because of the basics that Kang'er...well, Ning Kang was placed in Class B after going through some school examinations. This made Cui Zhiduan and Cui Zhiming in Class A a little reluctant - they thought they could get along with their friends.
I'm in a class of my own.
Children are like this. Once the relationship gets better, they want to be inseparable.
Ye Zhenzhen patted her son's little head: "Class A and Class B are connected, and they are no different from the same class. Kang'er's foundation is weak now and he needs to learn slowly. When his progress improves in the future, he will not transfer to Class A again.
Chi. Besides, what if we are in the same class? Is it possible that you can still talk in class?"
Cui Zhiduan thought for a while and felt that his mother was right. He immediately became happy again. He held Kang'er's hand and said, "Brother Kang'er, don't worry and go to Class B. If anyone dares to bully you, just tell me and Zhi Duan."
Brother Ming, let’s play together after class.”
Cui Zhiming nodded in agreement: "Yes, let's have lunch together."
Ning Kang's timidity disappeared in an instant, and he nodded repeatedly, his dimples so sweet that they could almost ooze honey.
