Rule over Ming Dynasty

Chapter 31 Wang Yue is in the wild, knowing the common people

Anlu, under the rock of Jiewu Mountain.

In the golden autumn and September, the rice is already ripe.

A handsome tall old man was bending over to harvest the rice against the clock. The way of harvesting the rice was very neat, resolutely like a hardworking old farmer.

It's just that although the old man's hands are full of calluses, and he is wearing an ordinary gray cloth, his skin is fair, and his body reveals a bit of the elegance of a scholar.

Even experiencing the hardships of a farmer's work, it is rare to have such a performance in rice harvesting, and it also reflects the extraordinaryness of this old man.

On the other side, there is also an old man.

This old man's face is more vicissitudes and deep than the yellow land, and his skin has lost its luster after being exposed to the wind and rain all year round, but the way he cuts the rice makes it impossible to capture his complete set of movements.

"The time is up, Grandpa, you lost!"

Standing on the field stalk, Wang Yu, a young man in Chinese clothes, saw that the incense in his hand had been burned out, and then looked at the results of the two battles, and immediately announced the winner to his grandfather.

Wang Yue looked up and saw that the opponent's rice quantity was indeed more than his own, but he aroused his enthusiasm and said: "Let's come again, I don't believe that I can't beat you!"

"Come here! I can't compare to anything else, but I, Hu Daniu, are the number one expert in ten miles and eight townships for doing farm work!" Hu Daniu had something to defend, so he readily accepted the challenge from the big man.

"Why don't we persuade him?" Hu Jun turned his head to look at this new friend, and suggested in embarrassment.

"It's okay!" Wang Yu knew that his grandfather was a gambler, so he immediately lit a stick of incense again, and then announced that the competition would start again.

After all, Wang Yue is a celebrity in this area, and now he came to Hu Jun to help harvest rice, which also attracted many villagers, even Zhang Lizheng came here after hearing the news.

Not long after the resumption of the competition, Hu Daniu, who was leading the way all the way, suddenly wanted to straighten his back, but he fell headlong into the mud under his feet.

This accident immediately frightened the surrounding people to scream again and again.

The old man Hu woke up in the shade of a tree, looked at the concerned faces around him, and finally said to Zhang Lizheng who was treating him: "I'm old, my body is not as good as it used to be!"

"Your neck is so thick and you still work like a cow. You are lucky this time!" Zhang Lizheng warned angrily when he saw that old man Hu was fine.

Wang Yue originally guessed that Hu Daniu was ill, but now he found that it was not the case, so he asked curiously: "Zhang Lizheng, what is going on?"

"My lord, he...they are all short of salt!" Zhang Lizheng originally wanted to talk about old man Hu, but when he saw the crowd watching, he said bitterly.

Reminded by Zhang Lizheng in this way, Wang Yue found that the faces of the dozens of villagers who surrounded him were really not right, especially a few of them had already developed a big neck disease, which can be described as shocking.

Some villagers were observed by Wang Yue in this way, thinking of their current predicament at home, they couldn't help lowering their heads in shame, looking at the yellow land under their feet.

They are indeed sick--poor.

Wang Yue knew that the area he moved to was very poor, but he never had a deep concept. Now that these villagers finally realized that their life was not easy, he just asked in great confusion: "Zhang Lizheng, why are they so short of salt? Woolen cloth?"

"What we eat in Anlu is Huai salt. It's just that this place is thousands of miles away from Yangzhou, so the salt price is more expensive than other places, but it can still afford it. It's just that the salt price has been changed by a businessman from Shanxi in recent years. Monopoly, the daily asking price for a catty of salt is already [-] Wen!" Zhang Lizheng pointed out three fingers, looking full of grievances.

Wang Yu looked at Zhang Lizheng struggling to compare the three fingers, then looked at the candied fruit in his hand, and said very puzzled: "Zhang Lizheng, four hundred Wen a catty of salt is not too expensive, right? My candied fruit!"

It's just that before he finished his words, he received a sharp look from his grandfather, which scared him so much that he directly swallowed the fruit core in his mouth.

"My lord, how much food and how many meat buns can we buy with these four hundred wen? Not to mention that we don't have any money now, even if we have money, we are reluctant to part with it. We just buy some cheap salt cloth and use it repeatedly. But how much salt can be put on a piece of salt cloth?" Zhang Lizheng looked at the nobleman with complicated eyes, and explained bitterly.

Wang Yue is a person who knows the sufferings of the people, so he straightened his face and said: "The Taizu opened the Chinese law to benefit the people. The price of salt is only two yuan, and the price of Huaiyan is only two yuan and five yuan. Now Huaiyan has arrived. Anlu sold it for [-] Wen a catty, he deserves to be killed!"

"My lord, four hundred Wen a catty is so exorbitant, even if it is put in the capital, it will make people feel distressed. I am afraid that only you who are officials can afford it every day!" Zhang Li was thinking of the unreasonable salt price, and couldn't help it. Make assumptions.

Wang Yu realized that he had just said something wrong, so he said sympathetically, "Officials in the capital have various incomes, so of course they can afford it, but the price of salt is so high, don't you care about the yamen here?"

"They are all like dogs! The masters in the state government are rich and filial, even the officials have someone to give salt, and the only people who suffer from the high price of salt are us powerless ordinary people!" Zhang Lizheng thought about the situation of the state government, looking very helpless. .

Knowing the reason, Wang Yue raised his head and looked at the people who bowed their heads in shame because they couldn't eat salt, but their hearts felt like a knife was piercing them.

Back then, I led my brothers to fight bloody battles against the invasion of foreign enemies in the north. As a result, the people in the country still could not live a stable life, but were exploited by officials everywhere.

If he had a choice, he really wanted to arrest all these officials and merchants, and then push them to the guillotine and chop off their heads one by one.

The full moon hangs high in the sky, and no one seems to know the poverty here.

Although the village has fallen into a deep sleep, the whole world is gently touched by the clean moonlight, and the soothing cries are filled with the desolate autumn insects.

Thinking of the scene during the day, Wang Yue couldn't fall asleep, and finally couldn't help but came to the desk outside the window, and took out the only blank memorial.

This memorandum was originally intended to be used for self-reporting and defending oneself against His Majesty for the crime of "composing poems of resentment", but now that the late emperor has passed away, it is useless to keep this blank memorandum.

He was born in a farming family. Because of his concentration and quick mind since he was a child, he successfully obtained fame and became an official of the Ming Dynasty.

Since he did not have official resources, he could not enter the Imperial Academy as a concubine, but was sent by the Ministry of Officials to serve as a supervisory censor.

Despite being ostracized by the officialdom and impeached by the imperial censor for a time, he finally survived to be the governor of Datong, and then emerged in the war of Tatar invasion.

Because he adhered to the idea of ​​not forming a party, he did not join the camp of any civil official group, but diligently guarded the border for His Majesty, and was finally named "Wei Ningbo" for his military exploits.

It's just that, this court is just a bunch of wine bags and rice bags.

But I don't know who came up with the bad idea. Seeing that the Datong army under his command has repeatedly made military achievements, the court suddenly transferred him from Datong to Yansui, and Xu Ning, the general officer who was delayed, was transferred to Datong to guard.

The results of it?Xu Ning, who was guarding Datong, was defeated by the Tartars because he underestimated the enemy and rushed forward. Those people knew that they had switched defenses to cause the disaster, and Xu Ning was not a leader, so he even hid the defeat with Ke Dao.

At that time, I was indeed "resentful about writing poems", but it was not because I resented His Majesty, but because of the court's wine bags and rice bags, those high-ranking officials who only knew how to command blindly and shielded sinners.

As for the position of Minister of the Ministry of War, I really think that I have more military talent than Yu Zijun, but this disaster is clearly the result of a group of courtiers pushing Yu Zijun, how can I let His Majesty bear it?
After all, there is no way to argue, the senior officials of the court gave themselves this unnecessary hat, but they wanted to drive themselves away from the court under their control.

"Be prepared for Chen Anlu's affairs!"

Wang Yue's face was resolute, and he wrote the name in the memorial with a splash of ink on his sleeves.

After the day's events, he decided to tell the new emperor Hongzhi about the difficulty of life for the people at the bottom, which can be regarded as a response to the salt abuse mentioned in the "Accession Edict".

I have to admit that the new emperor Hongzhi is not as gentle as the rumors say, at least there is a kind of foresight in the "Edict of Enthronement".

"The sinful minister Wang Yue would like to play: Salt is as expensive as gold, and Anlu is like this. You can know it in the big mansion. If it is like this in one place, you can know it in other places... The ministers hold the salary and flatter the outside, and the small ministers are afraid of crimes and obey the face. Your Majesty will change if you don’t know. Those who do this will be hated by me every time. Whether the world will be ruled or not, and whether the people and things are safe or not, Fu Wei, Your Majesty, pay attention to it. The clan and society are very fortunate, and the world is very fortunate. The minister is trembling and fearful. For this reason, I have my own relatives , I would like to play the news."

Sprinkling hundreds of words in eloquence, Wang Yue adhered to the wish of pleading for the people in his heart, and this memorial was completed in one go.

In the early morning of the next day, just as Wang Yu opened the door, he saw his grandfather standing in front of the door. When he saw his grandfather solemnly handing over the memorial, he took the memorial and immediately went to Anluzhou City.

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