Only a few days after the Laji Festival, the new year arrived, along with the January 1 settlement.
Zi Shou covered his eyes and peeked at his Foolishness Value through the gaps between his fingers.
Not bad.
This was excellent news. After all, during this settlement period, tens of thousands of people had crossed the river to join him, and he had also earned credit for promoting manure fertilizer and increasing grain yields. Not losing too many points was already wonderful news.
The Foolishness Value contributed by the feudal lords and nobles must have taken effect. After all, every feudal lord under heaven harbored thoughts of rebellion. They were surely taking advantage of the time before open war to spread rumors and badmouth him!
At this thought, Zi Shou felt much more at ease and decided to spend the new year idling away in peace.
He would behave himself, stir up no trouble, and simply wait for the feudal lords and nobles to contribute a steady stream of Foolishness Value.
Just look at the nobles. Although they had agreed to pay the land tax, it still could not be collected. That alone showed how difficult these people were to deal with. Their thinking could not be turned around overnight.
Xin Huan's eight hundred men at the Marsh of Liangshan must have played their part as well.
Delighted, he held one in each hand and went back to sleeping. He really would not stir anything up this year.
In the main hall of the Ministry of Punishments, Li Jing had run into trouble.
Collecting land tax from the nobles had been incorporated into the new law. Since the Ministry of Revenue could not collect the money, the Ministry of Punishments naturally had to step in.
Li Jing summoned his trusted aide,