Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

After taking Gaoyou, the imperial court once again sent someone to send documents.

This person was sent to be a Han, and I probably thought it would be easier for the Han to talk about the project. The sent Han was a petty official named Jia Fuqing, dressed in common clothes and a small beard. Lin Yuan saw him At the time, I thought he was a typical Han official.

Standing in front of Lin Yuan, Jia Fuqing was a little nervous. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he was sent to the anti-thief. Lin Yuan in front of him looked like a young man on the surface, but also a bit of a scholar. , In the final analysis, it is still an anti-thief. The anti-thief is unreasonable. Maybe if a word is inconsistent, it will cut his head in the next second.

"Brother Jia." Lin Yuan greeted Jia Fuqing enthusiastically when he saw Jia Fuqing, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Jia Fuqing was taken aback, reacted quickly, and smiled at Lin Yuan: "I heard of Young Master Lin's name when I was in Zhengzhou. Sure enough, Young Master Lin was a young man, but he became a talent..."

He sighed, looking very regretful.

Lin Yuan smiled and asked, "What happened to Lin?"

Jia Fuqing sighed: "The court sent people a few months ago and sent me the documents. As long as Young Master Lin is willing to return to the court, he will be gifted by 10,000 households. Doesn't you have to live a life of precariousness now? Looking ahead, Fang Zhizhong has since returned. The imperial court is now under the rule of Huizhou Road, and if Young Master Lin returns, the seat of Wan Hu is right in front of him."

"Young Master Lin, you also know that the imperial court is now willing to invite thousands of households, because it pity your soldiers and people, not the imperial court is weak, if the imperial court is forced to send troops, then Han Shantong's fate is in front of you."

Jia Fuqing didn't look humble or overbearing, and the words were entirely for Lin Yuan's consideration.

Lin Yuan was not angry, and smiled and said to Jia Fuqing: "Brother Jia has just arrived, and after a short rest, shall we speak up again?"

"Come here."

The servants waiting outside swarmed in. Their footsteps were very quiet and their movements were orderly. When they came in, they didn't touch anyone at all. Jia Fuqing lowered his eyes, but he was secretly surprised.

These servants felt like soldiers.

"Take Master Jia to his room." Lin Yuan ordered.

The servants promised, a man of medium build walked up to Jia Fuqing, bowed his head and said, "Master Jia, please."

Jia Fuqing couldn't say no to leave, and could only leave with his servant.

When Jia Fuqing left, Lin Yuan asked someone to bring in Song Shizhao. Song Shizhao is more like a scholar than Lin Yuan. If you only look at his appearance, no one would have thought that Song Shizhao had the courage to rebel. He only needs to wear a commoner and a literati hat. , Walking on the road is a standard sour scholar.

Song Shizhao also knew that the imperial court had sent someone over, and of course he also understood that Lin Yuan was calling himself here to solve the imperial messenger's problem.

"I can't let him go back in a short time." Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao, "At least six months later, he must be told to stay, and the letter to the court should make the court feel that I am considering, rather than never want to return to the court."

Song Shizhao touched his chin, and asked: "The owner wants to use the drag word trick, but the court is afraid that he won't have that much patience."

Lin Yuan: "Before we take down Changshu Songjiang, we can't completely tear our face with the court."

He cannot be called the rebel army targeted by the Yuan court after Han Shantong.

After all, the army of the imperial court was not all unknown, and Tuotuo Timur was a famous general in the late Yuan Dynasty.

He did not die on the battlefield, but died at the court.

His life was eventually taken by the Yuan Dynasty, which he was loyal to.

In Lin Yuan’s memory, Tuotuo Timur seems to be a very famous general and a rare general. He not only learned the culture of his own nation, but also the Confucian culture. He was also very good at calligraphy and calligraphy. He is powerful and has Yan Zhenqing's style. He is also good at painting bamboo. Because he accepts Confucianism, he also lives according to Confucian standards.

And like Zhang Shicheng, he has been brave since childhood.

About all generals have this talent, right?

Lin Yuan remembered that Chen Youliang seemed to have had great strength since childhood.

He thought about it seriously. If he could leave a trace in the history books, it is estimated that some people would say that he was superior.

This called Lin Yuan suddenly felt a little dumbfounded.

Anyway, most generals will boast of their strength and wisdom.

What the facts are, what is recorded in history books is just passed down, and how many people have processed it is not known.

Song Shizhao asked: "I will take care of this matter for the boss, and not let the boss down.

Lin Yuan smiled at him: "Give it to Mr. Song, I'm always at ease."

The husband is a respectful name. As for whether Song Shizhao actually teaches or not, no one cares. After Lin Yuan yelled this a few times, other people also yelled along.

Song Shizhao felt very comfortable, but he wouldn't show it, so he was secretly refreshed.

After all, it was a person sent by the imperial court, so the face should be given a little bit. The people were very respectful to Jia Fuqing. After being taken to the room arranged for him, Jia Fuqing saw the four treasures of the study on the table, not only that, but also The clothes he prepared were strange to Jia Fuqing. He only came for one day, and there was no tailor to measure him, and even after the measurement, he couldn't make any clothes in one day.

The middle-aged man who led him into the room bowed his head and said respectfully: "Master Jia, if there is a bell here, if you ring the bell, someone will answer."

Jia Fuqing nodded: "This is convenient."

The middle-aged man said: "These clothes are all newly made. No one has ever been upper body. If you think something is inappropriate, ask the tailor to come and tighten it."

Jia Fuqing was taken aback. He didn't expect that there would be such a practice. He said: "Even if it is received, it is not suitable for the body."

The middle-aged servant smiled: "Master Jia said and laughed, our side is not rich and can't afford so many tailors."

Jia Fuqing laughed dryly.

When he came here, he didn't have time to look at what it looked like outside, and he didn't know the current situation in Taizhou and Gaoyou.

But according to his speculation, Lin Yuan is a young man. The young man lacks experience and experience. There may be one or two high-ranking people around him, but it is impossible for the people of Taizhou and Gaoyou to return to their hearts in a short time.

Maybe the situation of Gaoyou in Taizhou is not as good as he speculated.

At this time, many people on the street walked out of their houses one after another, the gong was struck, and even those who were working stopped their work. The supervisors did not scold like they used to see their subordinates being lazy. Go to the side of the street and wait for the sound of the gong to get closer.

"Come on!"

The boy ran all the way, with a smile on his face. He thought that it was coming to Chinese New Year if he didn't know, he shouted: "Come here!"

The crowd was very noisy, and they were talking in ears with joy on their faces.

The voice got closer, and they finally saw the people coming.

The first person to enter the field of vision wore brown prison pants. The prisoners were not clothed. They only had a pair of pants at most, or cropped pants. He was unkempt, and he knew at a glance that he was not as big as the rich. Belly.

With every step he took, his stomach was shaking, and his hands and feet were in shackles. There were two yamen escorting him, one on the left and one on the right. One of them was holding a gong in his hand, and the other was speaking loudly. What the prisoner committed.

The people looked at the original rich man with excitement as they were now being caught parading the streets, all with a smile on their faces.

If it weren't for the rotten vegetable leaves and eggs, they would probably throw them away.

You don't dare to throw stones, because you are afraid that you will hit the servant next to him.

"Who is this person?" Most of the poor have never seen the master above, so naturally they can't recognize who this person is.

The person next to him replied: "I heard the officer say that this person is Master Zhao family!"

"Drink! Master Zhao! He is our Gaoyou!" Someone made a gesture to express Master Zhao's wealth.

The man laughed: "Whatever he used to be, now, he is a prisoner! Do you know what a prisoner is? You have to have tattoos on your face, and your property has to be confiscated, and you will be beheaded after walking out for a month."

"What did he commit?"

The man said mysteriously: "I heard someone told him to the South Bodhisattva. When the South Bodhisattva knew that he was in the fish and meat village, he ordered him to be arrested for atonement, and his money would also be shared with the fish and meat. people."

"Really? Are they all distributed to the village?"

"That's still false? The South Bodhisattva has spoken, who would dare not listen? Everyone doesn't know who the South Bodhisattva is? He is naturally on our side!"

"That's natural."

People naturally discuss it.

"I didn't expect that when the Nan Bodhisattva came over, the soldiers didn't even rob us."

"Do you know what a military order is like a mountain? The South Bodhisattva told them not to disturb the people. Of course, they will not disobey the South Bodhisattva's orders. Where can they go to find someone like the South Bodhisattva who is considerate of the people!"

While people were whispering, someone suddenly rushed to the middle of the road. He rushed madly and punched and kicked Master Zhao. The servants next to him hadn't seen it. After taking it for a while, he saw that this person did not stop. Planning to pull the man away.

The person who rushed out shouted, "Nan Bodhisattva is the master of the people! The man surnamed Zhao forcibly occupied the land of my house and forced my sister to go to his house as a slave, but for one year, he sent back a skeleton! His surname Zhao said me My sister got cold and went, why didn't he tell in advance? People are sent back only when they die, and they don't even give us a burial place!"

"If there is no South Bodhisattva! I don't know when my sister's hatred will be repaid!"

"I kowtow to the South Bodhisattva!"

The man knelt down facing the direction of the yamen, and he really knocked his head for more than ten times, and he gave up only after the blood came out of his forehead. He wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve and then left the intersection.

People were moved. They were oppressed in the past and could only shut their mouths and told themselves to bear with them.

They had no other choice but forbearance.

After bearing it for a long time, they seemed to feel that the masters above were right.

Their property, children, and the masters can take it if they want.

Otherwise, they will face a situation worse than family destruction.

The beautiful daughter and son have to hide at home since they were young for fear of being seen by the masters and taken away.

After the seizure, the daughter was lucky enough to become a concubine, but most of the sons were crippled or sent back after playing.

The people shouted: "South Bodhisattva is the master for the people!"

"Kill the dog officials! Kill the rotten people in the fish and meat village!"

"South Bodhisattva!"

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Tomorrow starts day 6

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