"Taxation is akin to tenancy rent," Zhao Feng smiled.
"The Crown Prince is wise," Lv Buwei replied, sincerely convinced.
"What is the current tax rate in our Qin?" Zhao Feng asked aloud.
"Reporting to the Crown Prince."
"Our Qin is a nation built on military merit; the supplies for the army largely come from civilian taxes. The grain tax amounts to seventy percent, which is one-tenth lower than the eighty to ninety percent tax levied by the various countries in the past," Lv Buwei replied promptly.
"Hmm."
Zhao Feng nodded, and after a moment of contemplation, he decided: "From today onwards, the grain tax for the people of Qin will be reduced to fifty percent."
Such words.
Shattered the silence like a thunderbolt.
"Crown Prince,"
"Isn't reducing the tax rate by two-tenths a bit too drastic?"
