Great Qing Dynasty talker

Chapter 12 Prosperity?

In order to break the embarrassment, Raven deliberately changed the topic:

"When the new entrance is built, will everyone move there?"

"A small number of people stayed behind, and the rest moved over. The place is big over there, and everyone can have an independent house."

Li Yu said as he pulled out the drawings.

The sister-in-law looked through it carefully and asked some questions from time to time.

Suddenly, her hand froze.

"Sister-in-law, please listen to my excuses, ah, no, please listen to my explanation."

"This is actually a very elegant art in the West."

……

Bang, the sister-in-law slammed the door angrily and left.

Leaving behind a sketch that resembles the sketch Jack drew for Rose on the ship.

Li Yu felt that his artistic talent was about to be buried, so he walked out of the yard for a walk.

Suddenly, I was startled by a crow squatting in the corner.

"Commander, good evening."

"Fuck, how long have you been squatting here?"

"I just came here. I feel that things are not peaceful recently. Someone needs to be on guard at the entrance."

"Squatting in the corner to watch?"

"Dark Whistle!"

Crow's face was bright, feeling that he had finally convinced the military advisor with his eloquence.

Li Yu felt that any further debate with this guy would be harmful but useless.

So I continued to modify the architectural drawings.

Add some defenses, and a well.

If you are surrounded by people, you won't die of thirst while looking at the river close at hand.

……

The remaining money on the books is not enough after all this trouble.

Li Yu looked up to the sky and sighed, money is the most important thing.

There are very few armies in history that can maintain combat effectiveness and organizational strength without paying military salaries, and they can almost be ignored.

When the brothers had the choice between driving screws or fishing, they chose to beat people because it was easy to make money.

If there is not enough money, Cunjutang will be disbanded within three months.

Lin Huaisheng's sister temporarily stayed with a family in the city.

By giving this family 3 taels of silver per month, they can get good food, housing and care.

Seeing his sister wearing new clothes and having flesh on her face, he was very satisfied.

His current task is to be Li Yu's bodyguard.

The two hired a boat and entered the Xujiang River along the moat, and then merged into the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.

Finally arrived at the destination, Xintangkou.

After getting off the boat, they were surprised to meet an acquaintance, Xiao Wu.

"Xiao Wu, is your home here?"

"Yeah, I live in Qingyue Village over there. Go to my house and I'll cook fish soup for you guys."

Xiao Wu, who was hanging his left arm, had no complaints.

Because for the people of the Qing Dynasty, life was difficult and they needed to work hard.

Everyone must have the consciousness of being a cow or horse. Since they are cows and horses, they should not feel pain.

Otherwise, it means having different intentions.

Even if you are exhausted, there is nothing to lament, it is just normal in the world.

A roll of broken mats, a handful of loess, and an occasional sigh from others.

It's like it has never existed in this world!
……

The most intolerable thing of the Qing Dynasty was dissent among the people.

Since Qianlong promulgated the imperial edict to collect books from all provinces, it has been unexpectedly ignored.

The imperial court wanted to compile the "Sikuquanshu", which was a huge project.

Minister of Military and Aircraft Yu Minzhong, Vice-Capital of Manchuria He Shen of the Zhenglan Banner, Ji Xiaolan, the bachelor's student, and other ministers knelt in the hall and listened to the holy teachings.

"I have been on the throne for forty years, and peace has prevailed in the sea, and all nations have come to court. But it is not enough to have great martial arts, we must also have civil rule."

"How many books have you collected from various provinces?" "Heshen, tell me."

"Back to the emperor, a total of 452 books have been donated by each province." He Shen lowered his head, feeling uneasy.

The hall fell into silence, and the emperor's pressure exerted pressure on everyone.

"Humph……"

Qianlong groaned, which contained three parts of dissatisfaction, two parts of confusion, and five parts of anger.

"I deserve to die for not being able to convey the Emperor's kindness to the hearts of the officials and gentlemen all over the world, so that they can let go of their psychological burden." Yu Minzhong raised his head, his face full of loyalty.

He is a bachelor of the Wenhua Palace, a military minister, and the highest official among the Han officials.

Qianlong understood it and secretly thought that this guy was really exquisite.

"Then I will issue another imperial edict to declare that those who donate books are not guilty and do not have to worry about the content being taboo. Moreover, I will reward those who donate more books with official positions."

"The emperor is wise, and I admire him."

Yu Minzhong straightened his back, his cloudy eyes showing no ripples.

Many people in Beijing are discussing privately: Is the Literary Prison really going to become history?
A month later, all provincial capitals, states, and counties received this fresh imperial edict.

The readers discussed it very enthusiastically:

"The emperor's sage has opened the door to forbidden speech. The spring of our generation has arrived."

"Hey, Zhao Xiucai died in vain."

Zhao Xiucai was a victim of the Literary Prison. The year before last, he was beheaded in public for an "anti-poetry". The three tribes exiled Ning Guta and Pi Jiaren as slaves.

……

In Suzhou Prefecture, this matter also attracted great attention.

When it comes to cultural prosperity, Suzhou may be ranked second, and no one dares to be ranked first.

The highly developed economy has fed back on education.

There are so many scholars, and scholars are everywhere.

With the land of one mansion, he contracted a quarter of the number one champions of the Qing Dynasty.

Several officials and gentry in Fucheng have already begun to sort out their book collections, hoping to show their faces in the court.

According to custom, whoever responds to the court first will have sweet dates to eat!
The Peng family carefully selected more than 300 rare ancient books, and the Wang family took out 200 rare books from the Song and Ming Dynasties.

The prefect of Suzhou quickly registered and made a list and sent a special person to submit it to the Ministry of Gifts.

And Suzhou's woven Pufu was also closely folded and presented to Qianlong to flatter him.

There are big books and special books among the secrets, and the officials and gentry in the Jiangnan area cheered for the lifting of the literary inquisition.

Li Yu also heard about it. Because of Goulan, the scholars in the teahouse were talking about it.

He made an appointment with Fucheng to go hunting in the countryside.

Each of them carried a musket and an entourage.

Fucheng came forward to borrow the musket from Green Camp, and the two he picked were of relatively good quality.

In order to flatter his father, the deputy general of Taihu Association also sent a green battalion soldier to teach them how to shoot.

This is a heavy matchlock gun, issued under the supervision of the Ministry of War.

Most of the matchlock guns equipped by the green camp soldiers were of low quality, and the rare high-quality ones were distributed to the generals' personal soldiers.

……

"This gun is too bad. It can't even fire for a long time." Li Yu complained deliberately and disgustedly.

"The guns equipped by the Jingzhong Firearms Battalion are more sophisticated than this, and their power and range are much better." Fucheng has seen it before. He grew up in the capital.

"Got a flintlock?"

"Our Qing army is not equipped with flintlock muskets. The fire rate is too low and it is not as reliable as a matchlock. Only princes and ministers use flintlock muskets when hunting."

“So, it’s not that flintlock guns are bad, but they are too expensive, right?”

Li Yu's question stunned Fuchengwen.

The green battalion soldier who was sent to teach gun shooting quickly took two steps forward and showed off:
"The two junior officials are right. The cost of making a flintlock gun is high. After thirty or forty rounds of flint, you need to replace it with a new one. If you equip it, it will be too expensive."

In the woods not far away, a rabbit jumped out.

Li Yu raised his gun, took a false aim, and blew the match.

Then the trigger was pulled. One second later, flames erupted from the muzzle, and there was an obvious lag.

Because it was hunting, it was stuffed with iron sand to increase the probability of hitting.

The rabbit rolled on the spot, its fur stained red with blood.

Fucheng urged his horse forward and fired another shot.

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(End of this chapter)