Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 641
If you really want to talk about the art of party struggle, Song Qingshu's clearing land is definitely a failure. Originally, the Donglin Party was drafted and lost in the two cases of Beishi. Their prestige is already shaky. The Donglin party members squeezed out the court, made them take more responsibility through the war with Jiannu, and finally put on the hat of party struggle and party control to completely kill the Donglin party, then he can be as powerful as Yan Song and Wei Zhongxian, monopolizing the government up.

However, Song Qingshu couldn't do such a thing, and he didn't have so much time. As soon as the policy of clearing the land was released, the shaky Donglin Party immediately became full again. Standing on Qian Qianyi's and Gao Hongtu's side with a clear-cut stand, all kinds of criticisms have come to his face since the Inspectorate of the Ministry of Household Affairs came out of Beijing.

However, the fiercest part of the competition actually started in an extremely fresh way, newspapers!
A few days ago, the disclosure of the Song Qingshu tabloid made Qian Qianyi and the others suffer a lot. This time they also learned a good lesson. The dozen or so printing offices of Donglin Academy that were closed during Wei Zhongxian's era were opened again, and a letter was sealed. The black materials that slander Song Qingshu don't want to spread money like that.

Beginning in October, the streets of Yingtian became lively.

"Extraordinary nickname, the real face of a vulgar martial artist, a certain lord forcibly occupied XX acres of people's land!"

"Blood and tears! The treacherous party took the opportunity to amass money, and Zhao Yuanwai in Dongcheng was forced to seize his family property by Qing Zhang's land, and the whole family committed suicide!"

Of course, Song Qingshu also spared no effort in publicity. The dispute between the two tax collection methods in the imperial court that day, which Gao Hongtu and Qian Qianyi would naturally understand, was vividly portrayed by the editor-in-chief of the West India Company newspaper. The Indian company also wantonly disclosed the properties of these high-ranking officials and dignitaries, so that everyone can better understand the true colors of these bastards.

"Who should be taxed? Qian Shangshu's excuse! Everyone will understand! And Song Dashuai's slogan, take back the money and food belonging to the country. Who is right? Mr. Zheng, a well-known juror, will break it down for you!"

"The sky is not fair. In the city, Yuan Zhao's family has [-] acres of land and [-] servants. For many years, the taxes paid are not half of the three acres of Li Laozi, a poor family in the same village!"

In the streets and alleys, the newsboys screamed louder and louder. When they saw the crowd, they rushed to sell them first. Even the newsboys of two kinds of newspapers, the newspaper boys would fight each other. No one expected it. It is believed that the Current Affairs Herald and the Conservative Party newspaper, which have influenced the empire for hundreds of years, were born in such a form of throwing dirty water at each other.

However, the power of newspapers is still evident even at this most naive stage. He made ordinary citizens, low-level small landlords, and small The bourgeoisie has inadvertently participated in politics. Those who support Song Qingshu are naturally the self-cultivating peasant class, as well as the urban petty citizens. They are the main bearers of taxes. They were arguing in the street while reading newspapers.

The solidification of class and class seems to have been opened up a little bit, and literati are no longer the only voices in society.

The petty citizens are still just arguing and doing beneficial sports at most. However, the upper class, the darkness hidden behind politics, has become bloody.

Song Qingshu's Purple Mountain Courtyard seemed to be another political center at this time, and envoys from all over the south of the Yangtze River shuttled like bees, gathering information here.

"Marshal, the inside information, Gao Yushi is no longer reliable, he accepted a bribe of 2000 taels of silver from the Liu family of Wuxi, and recorded the Liu family's [-] mu of land as [-] mu!"

"Take it down with the Royal Envoy of Xunke!"

"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, Yixing's Guo family, Liu's family, etc. gathered a crowd to riot, and openly beat and drove away the household officials who measured the land, causing more than 20 people to be injured. Come? Come and kill one!"

"Hmph, these guys really don't know what Tiqi is! Let Bayintu's Seventh Division go over, I want to see if this Guo Juren really has all-hands and eyes!"

"Officer! Liu Yu sent him..., Liu Yu sent him to be assassinated in Jiaxing! He died on the spot!"

Looking at the black leather book that Li Xiangjun sent, Song Qingshu rubbed his temples wearily, this is already the third person who died for him!The imperial envoy surnamed Liu still remembered that every time he went to the Jiangnan Lecture Hall to give a speech, this young scholar was always the most excited and understood him the most.

To say that this conflict of interests is more bloody and cruel than a bayonet, it is nothing new to impeach him to Beijing these days, scolding him for abusing the people, even exposing him for treason, and slandering him for changing the dynasty. The most important thing is the arrows from behind. The power of these local clans is really beyond Song Qingshu's imagination. Some even took root in the local area in the Southern Song Dynasty. Over hundreds of years, the power is intertwined.

It is not uncommon for those who give gifts to the inspector imperial envoys to give gifts, gold, silver, and land. There are many beautiful women. If they are brought back, they can form a Songjiang Grand Theater, and there are even beautiful men.At the same time, there were threats. More than 30 people, even Song Qingshu himself, Ma Shiying, and Sun Chuanting, had received all kinds of threats. Some people directly threatened to kill themselves.

There is also the gathering of people to resist taxation. In the early years of Ming Taizu's reign, he had explicitly banned slavery and repeatedly cracked down on slavery. However, more than 200 years have passed, and these laws to protect small farmers have long since expired. Two hundred, as many as five or six thousand, and many families have been servants of other families for generations. Song Qingshu, who has never experienced feudal society, can hardly understand this.

This is also the power that Song Qingshu fears the most. With the fierce land annexation, most of the population in the south of the Yangtze River is also controlled by the landlord's family through the relationship between slaves and tenants. Expulsion has become the norm in various places in the south of the Yangtze River. Fortunately, these are mobs, and for the time being, they are just individual actions in one place and one place, and they have not united. The shuttle, under the pressure of the soldiers, continued to disperse these small-scale resistance.

The third is to collude with the underworld forces. These big clans in the south of the Yangtze River have good hands and eyes, and they are all well-educated on weekdays, but they secretly collude with the three sects and the underworld forces. In the past seven or eight days, nine of the patrolling envoys sent out have been assassinated , succeeded, this Liu Yushi is the third!
"Have you found out who did it?"

In the calm voice, Li Xiangjun clearly felt the anger, and the regret was almost the same. Holding the sent document, Li Xiangjun answered coldly.

"From the point of view of location and method, it should be the local Jiangyang thief Chuantianhou! Our internal investigation found that Chuantianhou had a deep relationship with the local Jiang family. In the 13th year of Chongzhen, this Chuantianhou committed a crime in the county and was arrested. , it is said that the Jiang family took cover, but the Hou family, a local tycoon, seems to be involved as well."

This is just a clean land. Taking back the tax that these families swallowed and should have turned over to the country is such a big obstacle. In the future, Song Qingshu will continue to reform further. I don't know what it will look like. Song Qingshu is really serious now. I felt how difficult it was for Zhang Juzheng back then.

Sometimes Song Qingshu really wanted to leave. Anyway, he had Taiwan to hide from, and a powerful navy. With Southeast Asia as a space to maneuver, the Qing army could not do anything to him even if they went south. Let's see who is the unlucky one!Look at who has lost his family and property in the Manchurian aristocratic enclave!

Of course, this can only be thought about, he finally had this chance to save, but he still couldn't let go, sighed again, and a particularly cold murderous aura burst out from Song Qingshu's pupils.

"Let Song Yongzhong take people south and hand over all three files to him. He knows how to do it!"

"promise!"

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Song Qingshu has never been a pacifist, he insists on convincing others with virtue, if you kill me alone, then I will confiscate your whole family, with one order from him, the special forces of the Selected Front Army who once made a mess behind hundreds of thousands of Japanese troops The soldiers added a lot of blood and rain to this chaotic situation.

The Guo family mansion in Tongxiang, Yixing.

It's really like the feudal castles in Europe. I guess I have done too many bad things. This compound is tall and thick, like a small town. Even in the middle of the night, there are always loyal slaves carrying knives and holding bows. The crossbow patrolled back and forth, and the lanterns on the wall were like revolving lanterns.

"Military chiefs! There are twelve on the wall, and thirty on the east end. The one named Guo lives in the backyard. Tonight, he should be sleeping in his third aunt's room."

They are used to bullying tenants and slaves, and the slaves who watch the night are still holding lanterns and complaining non-stop. They don't know that the god of death has already watched them.

He also nodded while holding the binoculars. Song Yongzhong immediately reached out and took out the fire folder. A stick of incense smoked faintly in the night. Ying slipped down from the mountains near the national compound like a ghost, and shuttled among the complicated field ridges.

"Who!"

As if he felt something, on the east courtyard wall, the head of the guard poked his head out with a lantern, but immediately, he knew how stupid this was, a noose was like the king of hell's seductive rope, It strangled him precisely around his neck, and immediately the guard's head fell down like a stone. Before the remaining two guards could yell out in horror, the sharp piercing sound had already rang out. .

With the expansion of the begging army's territory, the sharp weapons used by the frontline army are becoming more and more varied. The palm is big but can shoot through steel armor. The Japanese ninja's assassination crossbow is paired with Southeast Asia's strange species, the blood-sealed poison dart frog. The neurotoxin, the two nurses in the back also fell down without even humming.

The three-meter-high courtyard wall was as flat as the ground, and a dozen or so black shadows turned over the wall in a blink of an eye. The binoculars saw this scene, holding incense, and Song Yongzhong also walked out from the depths of the mountain forest.

From here to the Guo family compound, a total of 120 six breaths, walking and walking with the rest of the people to the gate of the courtyard, just after burning two-thirds of the incense, the confinement steel gate has been opened with a bang, and a bloody smell hits the face come.

"Military leader!"

Without even looking at the corpses piled up on the ground, Song Yongzhong threw the incense casually, and went straight forward with no expression on his face, rushing ahead of him. Along the way, the commotion had already startled the female family members of the Guo family, and the maids and servants in the back house screamed and ran like headless flies, and those who stood in front of Song Yongzhong were shot to death by the unceremonious poisonous crossbow.

At 32 seconds, the Westinghouse lobby was kicked away with a bang.

It seems to have been expected long ago, but the host here, Guo Juren, is quite calm. He just stood up in a robe, and inside, a naked woman was shivering. He was holding a five- or six-year-old in his arms. The same violently trembling child.

"What a certain Guo did has nothing to do with Jian'er, you guys have to do it, just do it to me, Guo!"

Hearing the sonorous sound, Song Yongzhong, who entered the room for a glance, backed out with a blank face. Guo Juren immediately showed unimaginable ecstasy while holding the child, but as soon as he left the door, Song Yongzhong casually swayed With his head, a few elite fighters next to him immediately escaped from the black iron ball hanging on his waist, opened the fire folder on it, stretched out his hand and threw it in through the window.

"Do not!!!"

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The south of the Yangtze River is like a huge chessboard, and the bloodshed in Yixing is only a piece flying off the chessboard, but the deafening roar also alarmed the chess players. On the 23rd, Yingtian and Qianfu.

Looking at the secret report in his hand, Qian Qianyi couldn't help shaking his head solemnly.

"Song Lianghuai, what a poisonous hand!"

(End of this chapter)