Guide to Traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty.

Chapter 348 0343 [Preaching to the world]

The Min family in Yangzhou has learned how to make movable type. Although the number is not large, it is enough to print the call to arms. Anyway, there are not many rare characters throughout the text.

Under the auspices of Min Wenwei, the attitude of the Min family has always been ambiguous.

The subordinate clerk named Min in the yamen worked for Zhu Guoxiang without any scruples.However, those decent scholars of the Min family stayed in the academy and were not allowed to go down the mountain, as if Yangzhou was still in the hands of the imperial court.

Zhu Guoxiang didn't force him either, he just confiscated the printing workshop of Min's family and confiscated all the engraved movable type.

In ancient times, there was no Internet, and it was impossible to electrify the whole country.

The proclamation is often brought back by the captives and handed over to the enemy general, or sent directly to the capital.If the two armies are at war, the captives brought back may end badly. In the history books, there are often records of "beheading prisoners and burning the bulletins".

Of course, there are other ways, such as using bows and arrows to shoot proclamations into the city, or posting details on traffic arteries.

Spread it, very slowly!

The passage to Shaanxi was blocked, and the inspection of business travelers in the past was strict.Zhu Guoxiang printed hundreds of copies of the call to action, and dispatched detailed works east to Jinzhou to spread them, and at the same time sent south to Zhu Ming.

Those appeals in Tokyo were carefully disguised as refugees and beggars, and were disseminated along the way, mainly posted on wharves, hand shops, road kiosks and other places.

By the way, gather intelligence.

These detailed works are all refugees from Shaanxi and western Beijing, brought back to Yangzhou by Zhang Guangdao.

Specially select smart people, arrange for them to marry women, give birth to children and then choose them as meticulous work, and teach them to read and write, and teach them how to encrypt words (Pinyin is not good, it must be matched with Mandarin).

Shi San is one of them. His wife and children live in Daming Village.

His wife is also a refugee, but she can recognize a few words.After marrying him, she gave birth to a son in the second year. As long as he was willing to inquire about the news, his wife and children would receive preferential treatment from Mr. Zhu.

Holding a broken bowl in his left hand and a wooden stick in his right, Shi San walked forward with his lame leg.

This lame leg was pretended, and he was afraid of being arrested by the government and sent to serve in the army.

Unkempt, dirty, and ragged, there are too many such refugees, and no one will pay attention when they are thrown in the crowd.

He had two partners. After disseminating the manifesto in Tokyo, one went to Shandong, the other to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and Shi San limped to Shaanxi.

They all have places to stay.

People who go to Shandong, go to Kuiqiu to deliver letters to Li's father, and they can stay at Li Bao's house.

People who go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and send letters to Qian Chen in Taihu Lake, can stay at Qian Chen's house.

Shi San went to Shaanxi to contact merchants, where there was Zhang Guangdao's smuggling partner.

"All right, I'll give you a stutterer." Shi San came to a village and begged from house to house.

"Go, go, I still can't get enough!"

It is very difficult to beg for food these years, the government is exploiting, the price of food is soaring, and the people are miserable.

Whenever he was expelled, Shi San changed his mouth to ask for water.

After asking more than a dozen households, finally a woman was willing to give him water.

Shi San felt that there was no one else in the house, so he probably went to work, so he immediately took out the broken silver and said in a low voice: "My lady, I am not a beggar, but a scholar. I was robbed by gangsters on the way, and even my servant was killed. I dare not reveal my wealth again, so I pretended to be a beggar and went home. Take this money and please bake me some pancakes. I don’t need too many 20 yuan pancakes."

Seeing that his words were very organized, the woman believed her, and asked Shi San to sit under the eaves to rest, while she went to the kitchen to make pancakes.

The price of food is too high, it is inconvenient to use copper coins, and every fine work carries broken silver coins.

Also brought a dagger!
Shi San already had several lives in his hands, so it was inevitable that someone would have ill intentions towards him, so they could only kill him and escape.

The woman baked the miscellaneous grain cakes, then stuffed him with copper coins, and said: "20 yuan cakes are not worth so much money. The money is for you. You hide and eat, don't let others see, or you will be robbed by bad guys again."

"Thank you ma'am, I'm leaving first." Shi San stuffed the grain cakes into his ripped pocket, and limped westward.

Come to the wilderness and gobble it up.

After we were full, we continued our journey and stopped at a shop in the suburbs.

He curled up near the shop, holding a broken bowl as if begging for food, and listened to the traveler's conversation with his ears up.

Travelers sit in the resting pavilion by the roadside, just talking about their travels and knowledge, and talking about the rebellion of the Zhu thieves in Hanzhong.Then they talked about making money by scriptures, and the imperial court ordered it to be collected throughout the country, cursing treacherous officials one by one in a low voice.

As night fell, the travelers left long ago.

Shi San lay down by the river, pretending to drink water, took out an ink stick and grinded a little, and after absorbing the ink with the bamboo tube pen, he wrote down what he thought was useful information.

Zhu Guoxiang repeatedly warned that wherever he goes, other things can be ignored, but food prices must be recorded!

After writing down the information, he unwrapped the oiled paper bag, took out a piece of calligraphy, moistened it with water, and pasted it on the pillar of the resting pavilion.

After finishing these, it was almost dark, Shi San continued on his way with a limp, looking for a place that could shelter from the wind and rain to sleep.

A few days later, Shi San passed by Luoyang and posted seven or eight call-to-action papers outside the city.

The next day, early in the morning.

Soon someone saw the call to action, and the illiterate people didn't take it seriously, but the literate people were shocked: "Quick... quickly report to the official!"

"Du Erlang, what is written on it? But the government wants to increase taxes again?"

"Don't ask, it's not a good thing."

"Let's all read Erlang with our eyes open."

"I dare not, this is written by a traitor."

"..."

The more this is the case, the more people are watching, and the neighbors want to know what the rebels wrote.

Finally, a scholar who was not afraid of things opened his mouth and said, "Is there anything you dare not read? This is written by the rebels, not by us."

This person was afraid that the neighbors would not understand, so he took the initiative to translate it into a common saying: "The Zhu thief in Hanzhong said that people gather to form a family, and families gather to form a country... All countries in the world are based on people. The emperor is a ruler, and he should consider the people. The sage will benefit the people of the world regardless of his own benefits..."

The neighbors gathered around, after listening to the call to action, felt that it was well written and made sense, and every sentence spoke to their hearts.

It seems that the two Zhu thieves in Hanzhong are really not bad rebels, they are good rebels who think about the people.

"Get out, get out!"

Several officials came after hearing the news, and after dispersing the people, they took off the proclamation and sent it to the Yamen.

Zhang Rulin, the transshipment envoy on West Jing Road, was eating wine at the home of Deputy Envoy Lu Rong.

The two of them were demoted almost at the same time, and they will leave Luoyang in a few days.

Zhang Rulin went to the emperor and asked to cancel the West Road Jinfeng Huaguo (Jingxi Huashigang). Song Huizong had already agreed, but Wang Fu said that Zhang Rulin had slandered the emperor.

Lu Rong's charges were simpler. When he was a Luti School in Lizhou, he recommended Zhu Ming as a scholar of the Eight Elements, and he also recommended Zhu Ming to study in Taixue.

The former was demoted to Guangdong, while the latter was demoted to Guangxi.

"Oh, Wang Fu, that thief, framed Zhongliang at any time," Zhang Rulin sighed, "I was busy recruiting soldiers to suppress the robbers, but because of a little personal grudge, he demoted me to Guangdong as an official."

Lu Rong didn't answer, just kept drinking.

Zhang Rulin said again: "Your Excellency, don't be depressed. The Zhu family is a thief, and it's not you who are the thief."

Lu Rong shook his head: "Zhu Chenggong is a young talent and full of knowledge. Zhu Yuanzhang is a benevolent gentleman with a lot of ability. It is unimaginable that the two of them are in trouble. I can't hate it, but I have some sympathy. They must feel pity for the people of the world and be disappointed with the stupid king in Tokyo, so they disregard their personal reputation and want to seek justice for all people in the world."

"Be careful!"

Zhang Rulin hastily reminded: "I was just criticizing your lord, and others overheard me, so I was reported to Wang Fu."

Lu Rong sneered: "The big deal is demoted to the common people, what's the point of being an official? You and I are responsible for the transfer, and the people in the west of Beijing are displaced, but we are still extorting money. If we don't do it, we will violate the imperial government's order. If we do it, we will exploit and harm the common people. We are not human inside and out. Now it is just right to be demoted, so as not to suffer that day and night!"

"Mister, Mr. Mr...." An old servant ran in, holding in his hand a notice that had been uncovered by the officials.

After Zhang Rulin finished reading the call to action, his expression was a little strange.

Lu Rong took it over and read it carefully, and even smiled and said: "I scold you so much, this can be served with wine!"

……

Jinghu and Jiangxi also went to Jinghu and Jiangxi.

Zhong Ziang was opening an altar in Huarong County to teach the Dharma. One day, he saw people watching at the pier, so he came over curiously to watch the excitement.

Seeing clearly what was written, Zhong Ziang was startled, but saw that an official came and quickly exposed the call to action.

Zhong Ziang hurriedly followed, took out a handful of copper coins and said, "Two brothers, take it to drink, and let me make a copy of this article."

"Why did you copy it?" an official asked.

Another official reminded in a low voice: "This is Master Zhongtan, who preaches and teaches the Fa. He has thousands of followers in Huarong County. You must not offend him."

The previous official officer changed color instantly, and then apologized with a smile: "Mr. Zhong wants to copy, just copy it."

After Zhong Ziang finished copying the call to action, he immediately returned to his hometown by boat.

"Father, someone really made trouble in Hanzhong!" Zhong Ziang shouted.

Huarong County has also heard about the news that Zhu Ming raised troops in Hanzhong, but they don't know the specific situation.

The officials on Jinghu Road are busy destroying Fang Qifo, how can they care about the rebels in Hanzhong?
Zhong Xiang took over the call to action and read it carefully. He was just a businessman who was proficient in writing and ink. After reading it, he praised: "Sure enough, it is the famous Zhu Tanhua. The article is so well written, and every sentence is written in my heart. I really scolded me heartily. Now I hold a three-foot sword, bring a million soldiers, and raise the flag of righteousness to conquer the world. I vow to punish the only husband to secure the country, and wipe out all the traitors to comfort the soul. I like this sentence. It is majestic, and we will also use it in the future."

Zhong Ziang couldn't wait any longer: "Fang Qifo fled to Jingnan to cause chaos, and Zhu's father and son raised righteousness in Hanzhong again, shouldn't it be time for us to raise troops?"

Zhong Xiang shook his head: "No, we have to wait."

"Father, time doesn't wait for me!" Zhong Ziang said anxiously.

"I've been waiting for more than ten years, so I'm still in a hurry?" Zhong Xiang said, "Preach more and recruit more believers. There are big rebels in our south and north. The government will definitely collect more heavily, and I will definitely have more believers. When the government recruits more rural soldiers to suppress the bandits, when the time comes for my father and son to rise up against the emptiness of defense!"

"Discussing Du Fu Zhao Ji Xi" gradually spread with detailed works.

This article has a huge impact, because every sentence is full of vernacular and truth!

Even gentry and merchants saw it, and found it very reasonable, and even thought that Zhu Ming was speaking for them.

Except for the common people in Sichuan, people in other places don't know that Ju Ming has already been promoted.She thought that like Fang La, Zhu Ming would soon be wiped out, and felt sympathy for the Zhu family and his son.

Once Zhu Ming completely occupies Sichuan, after the news comes out, maybe there will be scholars and heroes from thousands of miles away to vote!
(End of this chapter)