The Ming Dynasty started with saving the eldest grandson

Chapter 217 Untitled

Chen Jingke has made many inventions in recent days, but the one that shocked everyone the most was the shuttle of the loom.

Springs, bearings, and pulleys can all be regarded as brand new inventions.

While everyone was shocked, they just thought he was awesome, and then nothing happened.

It's like a scumbag who doesn't try to figure out how people who get 100% in exams take the exam again and again.

Because it was so powerful, they were unwilling to think about why Chen Jingke could invent bearings and pulleys.

But it is natural to attribute everything to talent - I can't do it, he should be good.

But the shuttle is different. This is an improvement, something they can fully understand and do.

They have seen shuttles, and they have also seen reels used for fishing - reels have been around since the Song Dynasty.

Just change your thinking and combine the two to increase the efficiency of weaving by five or six times.

When seeing the shuttle, many people subconsciously had an idea:

It turns out to be so simple, why didn’t I think of it?

It's like looking at someone who scored 30 points on a test and went to see someone who scored 40 points on a test.

Why am I ten points less than him? Not convinced.

But precisely because of this, the shock brought to them by the shuttle was even more intense.

Especially Zhu Xiongying felt the deepest.

Chen Jingke has always instilled in him the concept of productivity, making him subconsciously think that this thing should be very high-end and difficult.

Bearings and pulleys illustrate this point.

This also caused him to be unable to understand how much a craftsman who could not read a single word and rely solely on the craftsmanship handed down from his ancestors could make a contribution to this.

Can they come up with something as advanced as bearings?

Can you think of a pulley block?

Obviously, no.

So, why does Chen Jingke still believe that craftsmen are important?

But even though he couldn't understand it, he believed it out of trust.

But the shuttle let him know that improving productivity can be so simple.

Even an ordinary craftsman can do it if he puts his mind to it.

However, one or two hundred years have passed since Huang Daopo improved the loom. Why has no one made changes?

He remembered what Chen Jingke had said to him before: "The status of craftsmen is too low and their enthusiasm is too low."

"And the people who really make the decision are the officials who manage them. These officials only care about their own tasks and Wushamao."

"Technological innovation will not bring them much benefit. If the innovation fails, they will be held responsible for it."

"So they are the ones least interested in technological improvements."

"In this case, even if the craftsmen come up with a good idea, there is no place to test it."

"Educated people disdain to study technology, and those who master technology have a low status..."

"The progress of productivity depends entirely on people's accidental discoveries in practice, and progress is naturally slow."

At this time, he had a deeper understanding of these words and became more determined to abolish the craftsmanship system.

If Grandpa Huang disagrees, I will go on a hunger strike to show him...

Well, forget it, being hungry is quite uncomfortable.

If he doesn't agree, he will abolish them all when I ascend the throne.

I don’t believe he can still object.

After that, Zhu Xiongying ordered the local government to fully promote the new shuttle.

And he wrote another memorial and sent it back to Yingtian together with the shuttle samples.

Then the group continued on the road, heading to Jiangxi to meet with Zhu Fan.

Halfway through, I met a group of guards escorting hundreds of people forward.

The people being escorted were tied up with ropes in groups of one or twenty.

Call them prisoners. These people were not wearing prison uniforms, and the force of the escort was ridiculous.

But if they are not prisoners, why are they tied up with ropes?

Chen Jingke stopped the person and asked carefully before he found out what was going on.

This group of clan members who were split up in Jiangxi will be escorted to Peking to settle down.

Tie them up with a rope to prevent them from escaping.

Chen Jingke couldn't say anything about this, but thinking about the distance between Peiping and this place, he frowned and asked:

"You're just going to Peiping on foot like this?"

The officer apologized and said with a smile: "The noble man is joking, how can I do it? Send them to the ferry and take a boat to go north along the Grand Canal."

Chen Jingke then let them leave.

When he told Zhu Xiongying what had happened, he just nodded and said nothing.

The team continued to drive, and then encountered more than a dozen teams escorting people away. It was roughly estimated that thousands of people were sent away.

This is only what they saw, there are countless others that they didn’t see.

This shows how determined the court is this time.

All the way to Nanchang, the governor of Jiangxi Province, Jiangxi's chief envoy and other officials went out of the city ten miles to greet him.

Zhu Fan greeted him at the city gate.

If Zhu Yuanzhang came, he would definitely go out of the city thirty miles to welcome him personally.

If Zhu Biao came, he would have to leave the city at least ten miles.

Zhu Xiongying came over. As an elder, it was etiquette for him to go out of the city to greet him.

The uncle and nephew were naturally very happy to meet each other, and everyone else became supporting roles.

After exchanging a few words, everyone entered the city and went to Zhu Fan's temporary residence.

When I arrived in Nanchang City, I found that there were very few people wandering around on the streets, and most of the people I met were walking in a hurry.

Especially when they saw their team, they hurriedly avoided them like snakes and scorpions.

Zhu Xiongying was about to ask the reason, but found the answer from the contemptuous expression on Zhu Fan's face.

I'm afraid that at this time, my third uncle's reputation is enough to stop children crying at night in Jiangxi and other places.

Chen Jingke also guessed the reason.

Zhu Fan led the Jin Yiwei and coordinated the army in Fujian, Jiangxi, and Huguang, killing rivers of blood.

The people are naturally afraid.

I just hope that the local clans can be dealt with and this bloodshed will not be in vain.

When they arrived at Zhu Fan's residence, Zhu Xiongying had a brief chat with the Shanxi Governor and others, and then asked them to leave on the pretext that they were tired from the journey.

He also said that there was no need to prepare anything for a dinner party or anything like that.

Everyone naturally knew that the uncle and nephew had something to talk about, so they left in a sensible manner.

There were only two uncles and nephews left in the house. After some conversation, Zhu Xiongying understood what exactly happened.

There are many clans in the south of the Yangtze River that have migrated since the Jin, Tang and Song dynasties. Thousands of years of inheritance have made them particularly united.

Many clans hide large populations and even have their own armed forces behind the scenes.

The patriarchal system is bigger than the national law, and it is completely an independent small kingdom.

The imperial court conducted a population census. Seeing that bribery failed, these large clans attempted to use Wubao to resist.

What kind of temper did Zhu Fan have? He couldn't find an excuse to kill someone.

At that moment, the troops were directly mobilized to attack, which resulted in countless casualties.

If it weren't for the imperial court's adjustment of taxes in Jiangnan last year, and if it weren't for the placement of many military villages here.

Civil uprisings have long been aroused in the three places.

It was not only the clans that were hit, but also the local gentry and bureaucrats. It was equivalent to a major reshuffle of the three provinces.

According to Zhu Fan's own statistics, he killed more than 40,000 people in more than half a year.

There are plans to relocate 250,000 people in the second half of the year.

These people were all members of various major clans. As for the ordinary people, he did not move.

This is another reason why no civil unrest occurred.

It’s not just the court that hates the clan, but also ordinary people, who are often bullied by the clan. Now that I saw the imperial court taking action against these people, I naturally clapped my hands and applauded.

Many people even took the initiative to complain to Jin Yiwei, saying how their families had been bullied in the past.

Zhu Xiongying couldn't believe his ears: "People are complaining to Jin Yiwei?"

Zhu Fan said: "The clan forces concealed the truth from the emperor and bullied the people. Over the years, I don't know how many people have been bullied by them."

"Now that the imperial court wants to deal with them, those who were oppressed before will naturally stand up and take revenge. It can be said that the clan power is defeated by everyone."

"Although the people are afraid of the Jin Yiwei, they want revenge even more."

"Next I plan to go to Guangdong and Guangxi, where the clan power is also very strong."

"This time, I, Yu Jiao, will completely resolve the clan issues in the three provinces, so that the imperial decree can reach the countryside directly."

Zhu Xiongying was very moved and said: "It's just that I have suffered a lot for my third uncle, and I have to bear the infamy for the imperial court."

Zhu Fan said with a smile: "Haha... What are you going to do if you say this? This world belongs to our Zhu family, and whatever I do is what I should do."

The uncle and nephew chatted for a long time and reached agreement on many issues.

The next day, Zhu Xiongying decided to pay a private visit incognito to take a good look at the situation here.

Zhu Fan did not object, but just told him to be careful.

Chen Jingke and Xu Yungong naturally had to follow closely.

He quietly left his residence and went to several crowded places.

But when people on the street heard that they had foreign accents, they immediately became wary.

The crowd, who were chatting lively, dispersed in a hurry.

No need to ask, it must have been Jin Yiwei who caused the trouble and was afraid of being arrested.

After wandering around for a long time, everyone found very limited information, so they could only go back home.

As soon as I walked to the door, I saw two people with strange accents and strange clothes talking to the doorman.

But the guards were obviously impatient and kicked and hit them in an attempt to drive them away.

It's just that the two of them were very persistent and wouldn't leave even after being beaten, and kept talking about something.

It wasn't until the guards drew their weapons that they fled in panic.

But he still didn't leave, but watched from a distance.

Zhu Xiongying pointed to the two people: "Ask them who they are and what they do."

A guard went over immediately and came back after some exchange and said:

"My grandson, they are native people, and one of them claims to be the leader of a native tribe, named Bayu."

Zhu Xiongying was a little confused and asked: "Tuman leader? What are they doing here?"

The guard replied: "I want to see the King of Jin, and I want to submit the tribal name list to pray for naturalization."

Zhu Xiongying was even more confused: "Naturalization? It is a good thing for barbarians to take the initiative to ask for naturalization. Why is this so?"

The guard didn't know this, he just lowered his head and didn't answer.

Chen Jingke showed a thoughtful expression and said, "What's the truth? Just call them over and ask them."

Zhu Xiongying immediately asked someone to call the two people over.

The two people could naturally tell that they were not ordinary people. They approached cautiously and were stopped ten meters away.

The older man, about forty years old, saluted and said:

"Bayou has met the noble man, what are your orders?"

Zhu Xiongying asked: "Who are you and why are you here?"

Bayou once again introduced his origins and plans, and also produced a certificate issued by the local government.

He is indeed the leader of a small tribe of barbarians.

After confirming his identity, Zhu Xiongying began to ask why he wanted to naturalize in this way:

"Isn't it possible to be naturalized locally?"

Bayu sighed: "How can it be that easy..."

With his introduction, everyone finally knew the reason. The local government really didn't dare to naturalize them.

This is complicated to say.

The Tuman tribe is not monolithic, and each tribe has different interests and demands.

Large tribes naturally want privileges, especially tribal leaders who are often unwilling to give up power and often confront the yamen.

Small and medium-sized tribes don’t have so many ambitions and just want to live a good life.

Now that the world is under the Ming Dynasty, it is naturally best to be naturalized in the Ming Dynasty, otherwise you will remain a barbarian for the rest of your life.

If you leave the tribe to do business, you have to go through a series of interrogations, and you may be beaten to death.

However, it was difficult for the court to distinguish them one by one.

They often take the simplest and crudest approach and regard all barbarians as one.

A certain tribe of barbarians just rebelled. Do you still want to be naturalized in the Ming Dynasty? What are you thinking about?

If I don’t wipe you out, it will be a gift to you.

"In the past, we didn't dare to ask for naturalization...but it is written in the book that we are descendants of the Chinese people just like the Han people."

As he spoke, Bayu carefully took out a book from his arms.

The guard passed this book over, it was "A Brief History of China".

After seeing this book, Chen Jingke couldn't help but feel a little more the same.

If what he said is true, then my proposal to write this book was not in vain.

Zhu Xiongying was also very surprised, and looked at Bayou with a kinder look:

"Go on, what happens next?"

Bayou looked at the book eagerly and did not answer.

Zhu Xiongying laughed dumbly and gave him the book in exchange.

Bayu quickly put the book away before replying:

"I just thought that this book was issued by His Majesty to the world, so it must not be false."

"We are also citizens of the Ming Dynasty, and we should be naturalized."

"So I took this book to the Yamen, but no one dared to handle it..."

"There are still some people who laugh at me, saying that Han people are Han people and barbarians are barbarians. Stop thinking so hard."

"But I don't believe it. Your Majesty is the emperor. How could he deceive us ordinary people and keep looking for people..."

"Later, a familiar official couldn't bear it and told me that no one would dare to handle this matter for us unless the court said anything."

"He also directed me to find King Jin, saying that he is His Majesty's biological son and is responsible for censusing the population."

"As long as he opens his mouth, he will be naturalized...so I came here..."

"Who would have thought that after staying here for many days, I still couldn't see Prince Jin..."

Zhu Xiongying nodded, but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at Chen Jingke:

"What do you think should be done?"

Chen Jingke said: "Bring them back first, then send people to find out their identities, and then wait for King Jin to come back before making a decision."

Zhu Xiongying said: "Okay... you two will go back with me first, and I will give you an answer in a few days."

Bayou was naturally unwilling, but after looking at the fierce guards around him, he did not dare to refuse directly.

He said tactfully: "It is an honor for me to be a guest in your noble family. But I have to wait for King Jin, which is really inconvenient."

Zhu Xiongying laughed and said, "Haha... I'm just taking you to see Prince Jin."

He said that he should step into Prince Jin's Mansion first.

When Bayu saw that the guard did not stop him and saluted very respectfully, he immediately knew that his identity was not simple.

I felt anxious and excited at the same time.

He gritted his teeth and followed.

(End of this chapter)