Steam Daming: Stop calling me to supervise the country

Chapter 192 I, I'm an Official

Zheng He quickly understood the sixteen-character mantra that Zhu Zhanchang mentioned earlier.

When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy is stationed, we disturb; when the enemy is tired, we fight; when the enemy retreats, we pursue.

What I use today is the enemy stationed in my harassment.

But in the early morning of the next morning, the rising sun ushered in the roar of artillery fire early in the morning.

Another round of bombing came down, and one side of the Saigon city wall was completely destroyed, and there was no way to restore it in a short time.

When the rebels in the city were preparing to fight the Daming army head-to-head, Daming's warship suddenly turned around and headed back towards the port.

"What's the situation? How did Ming Jun go?"

"I don't know if there are no more cannons."

"It's possible, that warship is too terrifying. There are so many ships in the Ming army. How can we fight? We should have run away and hidden last night, and no one found it anyway."

"Is Ming Jun completely gone or will he come back?"

"You ask me, who do I ask, how do I know."

People in Saigon City were panicking, and suddenly someone ran into the command post: "Command, command, the Ming army sprinkled a lot of paper along the road."

"Paper? Let me see it."

He took a piece of paper smeared with muddy water, and it was written: "Following the grace of the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, Jiaozhi announced that he will be the chief minister, and from today onwards, you can freely trade with other regions. Draw one, everyone who pays taxes to Daming is a commoner of Daming, sheltered by Daming army, Daming warships dock at Ba Ria Vung Tau Port, guarding Jiaozhi.

The two taxes are the same as those in Daming. Originally, Daming’s policy on Jiaozhi was [-] percent of the land tax and [-] percent of the commercial tax, which was twice that of other places. Therefore, many people in Kozhi felt that the tax was too high. Now Zhu Zhan墡 put out the message to the same place as anywhere else.

Moreover, as long as they pay taxes to Daming, they are protected by Daming. Although not many people can read and write, there are always a few people in the countryside who can read and write. Daming has ruled for many years, and they can still recognize Daming's writing.

These people will spread the news, and the village and the countryside will know it.

The commander in Saigon City tore up the paper angrily: "The Ming army did this on purpose. It was done on purpose for the common people to see. All of them were confiscated by me and burned together."

"Commander, in the fields outside, by the riverside, all of them are there, and it's impossible to collect them all."

"Give it to me to collect it, and to find out where the Ming army has retreated."

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When Daming's warship left the river, the people in the countryside came out, looking at the back of the warship as the big ship went away, they were filled with emotion.

Picking up the paper on the ground, I couldn't understand the words on it, but I only recognized the words "people", "day", "one" and "five", and brought it home to my parents.

"Doll, where did this thing come from?" asked the farmer's daughter-in-law.

"After the Daming warship left, I picked it up on the shore, as if it was scattered on the warship, and it was scattered all the way."

"Yo, is that Daming's head-dropping technique, don't touch it."

The farmer glanced at his ignorant daughter-in-law: "Daming has a head-turning technique, and it's not a group of demon monks from Siam."

"Then do you recognize the words above?"

The farmer was embarrassed for a while: "I don't know it. Naturally, someone knows it. Let's go and ask the lame man in the village."

There was a cripple in this village who knew how to write. He was a scholar back then. He felt that failing to pass the test was the government’s stumbling block. He had his legs broken when he went to make trouble.

When the farmer arrived at the cripple, someone else had already brought the same piece of paper over to the cripple.

The lame man repeated the above to them.

The villagers exploded the pot in an instant: "It's really [-] to [-] for the land tax, and [-] to [-] for the business tax? The lame man is not mistaken."

"Look for those literate dolls, can I still read these simple numbers wrong?" The lame looked resentful.

"I didn't say you read it wrong, just to confirm, this treatment is also very good, right now the land tax is [-] to [-], and I often add some privately. Something happened." A woman cried.

"I didn't see anything going on at your house last night. Did your son run back?"

The woman's face turned pale after brushing: "Don't talk nonsense, you are covering my son with a deserter's hat, and I will fight with you." Then she started to fight.

It took a lot of effort to separate the two women, and they both scratched their faces.

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, your tongue will be cut off."

"I saw it, I saw it."

The lame tapped on the cane: "Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, if you want to fight, go outside, don't fight at my house."

The two women returned home unconvinced.

On the lame side, a group of peasant gentlemen gathered together: "Head of the township, what do you think of this matter?"

"What do you think, you really pay taxes to the Ming army, so the Li Dynasty army hasn't killed us yet?"

"But the Ming army is obviously more powerful than those from Li Li, and they also pay less tax."

"Then you can't treason."

"What treason or not, I was born under the rule of Daming, what Li Li told us about the revival of Annan and the resistance to Daming's tyranny. Now this is not more serious than Daming's tax collection. Those people under him eat, drink, prostitute and gamble. Which is a good thing? Is it?" a young man said indignantly.

Someone replied: "It's been like this, Daming has cut taxes, but it's actually quite good. It's been almost a year, and the land is owed again. If we survive this year, and if we continue to fight next year, how can we live?"

"That won't work either, I won't surrender to Daming."

"Then let your son go to war too."

"My son is only 14 years old, and my son is only ten years old. How can I let them go to war?"

"Your family can afford the food without arresting people. I can't afford it. My son is only 13 years old, but he is still taken away, and he will make sarcastic remarks."

You spoke again and again, and gradually the quarrel continued.

People, first of all, they want to live, and they can't starve to death while guarding ten thousand acres of fertile land.

When the group of people quarreled and dispersed, the farmer found the lame alone and said, "crimp, did the Ming army say they are in Vung Tau Port?"

"Yes."

"Listen to what they mean, is it possible to do business with them?"

"What do you mean, I want to try it out."

"It's always good to try. I don't have any surplus food at home. If the next time I don't have enough food, I have to fill the army. I think there are some things hidden at home. I might exchange some things with the Ming army and come back. Those people from Li Chao If you see it, you will only grab it, and you won't be able to change much."

The cripple asked in a low voice, "What good stuff?"

"Why are you asking so much?" The farmers were full of vigilance.

"If you don't ask, don't ask, you look so nervous and think you're hiding some treasure, what's valuable in your family."

"I don't care, I'll go to the port tomorrow to see."

"Wait." The cripple stopped the farmer.

The lame thought for a while, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a letter to the farmer: "Help me take this letter with me."

"to whom?"

"Just find someone casually and say that Ruan Yang, a student of Daming, has sent a letter to the commander of the Daming Army."

"Okay." The farmer responded immediately.

"Don't let anyone else know." The cripple warned cautiously.

After the farmer left, the cripple Ruan Yang's eyes became fiercer, and he said to himself, "Hmph, when the yamen destroyed me, the Li Chao looked down on me, I intended to repay, but ridiculed me for being a lame in every possible way, and today I will serve. The Ming army."

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Three days later, in Ba Ria Vung Tau Port, Zhu Zhanchang was having lunch when he heard someone coming to report.

"His Royal Highness, outside the port defense wall, a farmer came to sell a piece of agarwood from their family's ancestral line, and brought a letter."

In the past few days, the army has been resting in the port and is also building a temporary city wall as a fortification. Several farmers have successively tried to trade with the Ming army.

"Letter? What letter?"

"The other party said that Ruan Yang, a self-proclaimed student of Daming, delivered a letter to the commander of the Daming Army, but his subordinates dared not read it, but sent it to you."

For safety, Xiaosheng read it to Zhu Zhanchang after reading it.

"Ruan Yang, a student of the Ming Dynasty, Hongwu tried to be a scholar for 30 years, but he has no way to serve the country. He has repeatedly recommended the removal of the Jiaozhi family clan, but was interrupted by the family. The legs are inconvenient. This time, Li Lili's army rebelled, and the students wrote letters several times The persuasion was fruitless. Recently, I learned that the Ming army had defeated the rebels of the Le Dynasty. I was deeply encouraged. The students have been teaching and educating people in the countryside for more than ten years. Half-time, let students serve Daming."

After hearing this, Zhu Zhanchang laughed. This unhappy literati called himself a scholar and wanted to repay the Ming Dynasty.

"His Royal Highness, this may be just a nameless person, so don't pay too much attention to it." Xiaosheng said after reading it.

Zhu Zhanchang smiled and shook his head: "No, writing this letter will not be a nameless person, and after all, he is a scholar of my Ming Dynasty. After a scholar is an official, since he has the intention to repay, what about rewarding him with an official and a half-job? Well, you ask the farmers who come to bring back a letter."

"The letter said that under the order of the king of Zhujiang County, he was appointed as the grain chief of several surrounding villages, to supervise the grain tax affairs in the surrounding areas, and to publicize to the people that they could trade with my Ming army at the port, and anyone who received a tax grain, He gets one-tenth of it, and all the people who pay taxes and grains are sheltered by the Ming army, and if they want to, they can come to build houses around the port, and if things are done well, he will be promoted to the county magistrate."

"Is His Highness the plot of the enemy army?" Xiaosheng asked worriedly.

"If the enemy has this strategy, I would like to meet the person who came up with the strategy, and I also want to meet this "Da Ming student"."

The farmer exchanged his family's agarwood for grain and money, returned home happily, and gave the letter to the lame.

The lame man couldn't wait to open the envelope, and after reading the text inside and the bright red official seal of the Prince of Zhujiang County, with a smile, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and all over his face.

Seeing the cripple like this, the farmer said half-curiously and half-sneeringly, "Why are you crying, cripple? Could it be that the Ming army wants to get you a daughter-in-law?"

The lame glared at the farmer: "A vulgar man, his mind is full of these superficial things, let's not tell you, you know shit, you can't even write the word wife."

"Then you are wrong. I will write the word wife in my whole life. I learned it to beg my wife." The farmer picked up a wooden stick and pinched it on the ground, but he could recognize the word wife written.

The lame man laughed, and the farmer was puzzled: "Is there another way to write it."

"Daughter-in-law, there are four ways to write it, you are only one."

The monk from the farmer's second husband couldn't feel his head: "Forget it, then tell me why you were crying and laughing just now."

"I am, I am an official."

　Come to the group to analyze the four ways of writing

　　
　
(End of this chapter)