Guide to traveling through the Northern Song Dynasty

The Min family in Yangzhou had learned how to make movable type. Although the quantity was not large, it was enough for printing slogans. Anyway, there were no uncommon characters in the whole text.

Under the leadership of Min Wenwei, the Min family's attitude has always been ambiguous.

A junior official named Min in the Yamen worked for Zhu Guoxiang without any scruples. However, the serious 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 did not force him, but only forced the Min family's printing workshop to confiscate all the engraved movable type.

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

The proclamation often allowed the captives to be brought back and handed over to the enemy general, or sent directly to the capital. If the two armies are at war, bringing back prisoners with commemorative documents may end badly. There are often records in history books of "beheading prisoners and burning them with commemorative documents."

Of course, there are other ways, such as using bows and arrows to shoot proclamations into the city, or having them posted on traffic thoroughfares.

It spreads very slowly!

The passage to Shaanxi was blocked, and passing business travelers were strictly checked. Zhu Guoxiang printed hundreds of copies of the proclamation, and sent the detailed work eastward to Jinzhou for dissemination, and at the same time sent it south to Zhu Ming.

Those slogans in Tokyo were carefully crafted and disseminated along the way by pretending to be homeless beggars. They were mainly posted at docks, delivery shops, road pavilions, etc.

By the way, gather information.

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

They specially select smart people, arrange marriages with women, give birth to children, and then select them to be fine craftsmen. They also teach them how to read and write, and also teach text encryption methods (if pinyin is not good, they have to match Mandarin).

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

My wife is also a refugee, but she actually knows a few words. After marrying him, she gave birth to a son the next year. As long as he inquired 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 hand, Shi San dragged his lame leg forward.

The lameness was just an act because he was afraid of being arrested by the government and forced to serve in the army.

There are so many homeless people with unkempt hair, dirty faces, and ragged clothes that no one will notice if they are thrown into a crowd.

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

They all have a place to stay.

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

People traveling to Jiangsu and Zhejiang can send letters to Qian Chen in Taihu Lake and stay at Qian Chen's home.

Shi San went to Shaanxi to contact merchants, where Zhang Guangdao had smuggling partners.

"Okay, okay, give me something to stutter." Shi San came to a village and went begging from house to house.

"Go, go, go, I'm still not full!"

It is very difficult to beg for food these days. The government is exploiting people, food prices are soaring, and the people are miserable.

Whenever he was expelled, Shi San changed his mind and asked 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 room, so he probably went to work in the fields, so he immediately took out the broken silver and whispered: "Madam, I am not a beggar, but a scholar. I was robbed by gangsters on the way, and even the servants were killed. I don't dare to show off my wealth anymore, so I go home disguised as a beggar. Take this little money and please bake me some cakes. It doesn't take more than twenty cakes."

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

The price of food was too high, and it was inconvenient to use copper coins. Every piece of work carried a small amount of silver.

He also brought a dagger!

Shi San already had several lives in his hands. It was inevitable that someone would have evil intentions towards him, so he would have no choice but to kill and run away.

The woman baked the grain cakes and gave him copper coins. She warned him: "Twenty pieces of cakes are not worth so much money. These are money to compensate you. You eat them in hiding. Don't let others see you, for fear of being exposed again." I'm going to be robbed by bad guys."

"Thank you madam, I'll leave first." Shi San stuffed the grain cakes into his torn pocket and limped westward.

Come to the wilderness and devour everything.

After eating, I continued on my way and stopped at a suburban delivery shop.

He huddled near the delivery shop, holding a broken bowl as if begging for food, and listened to the conversations of the travelers.

Travelers sat in pavilions by the roadside, talking about their travels and experiences, and also talked about the rebellion of the red thieves in Hanzhong. Then they talked about making money. The imperial court ordered it to be collected nationwide, and everyone cursed the traitorous officials in a low voice.

Night gradually fell, and the travelers had already left.

Shi San lay down by the river and pretended to drink water. He took out an ink stick and grinded it a little. After absorbing the ink on the bamboo pen, he wrote down what he thought was useful information.

Zhu Guoxiang repeatedly warned that wherever you go, you can ignore other things, but you must record the price of food!

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

After doing this, it was almost dark, and Shi San continued on his way limping, looking for a place to sleep that was sheltered from the wind and rain.

A few days later, Shi San passed by Luoyang and posted seven or eight messages outside the city.

The next day, early morning.

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

"Du Erlang, what does it say? But the government wants to increase taxes again?"

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

"We are all blind, just read it."

"I don't dare. This is written by a rebel."

"..."

The more this happens, the more people watch, and the nearby neighbors want to know what the rebels wrote.

Finally, a scholar who was not afraid of trouble opened his mouth and said: "What are you afraid of reading? 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: "This Chinese Zhu Thief said that when people gather together, they form a family, and when families gather together, they form a country... All countries in the world are based on people. The emperor is a ruler of people, and he should consider the people. . The sage does not care about his own benefits, but lets everyone in the world benefit..."

The neighbors gathered around and after listening to the message, they all felt that it was very reasonable and that every sentence spoke to their hearts.

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

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

After hearing the news, several officials came and dispersed the people, then took off the slogan and sent it to the Yamen.

Zhang Rulin, the transfer envoy on Jingxi Road, was having a drink at the home of deputy envoy Lu Rong.

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

Zhang Rulin went to Emperor Shu and asked to cancel the Western Route to Offer Flowers and Fruits (Hua Shi Gang) to the west of Beijing. Originally Song Huizong had agreed, but Wang Fu said that Zhang Rulin had made slanderous remarks about the emperor.

Lu Rong's crime was simpler. When he was studying at Luti School in Lizhou, he recommended Ju Ming to be a scholar of the Eight Elements, and he also recommended Ju Ming to study in Taixue.

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

"Alas, that thief Wang Fu doesn't waste time in framing Zhongliang," Zhang Rulin sighed. "I was busy recruiting troops to suppress the thieves, but because of a little personal grudge, he demoted me to Guangdong as an official."

Lu Rong didn't answer and just kept drinking.

Zhang Rulin added: "Your Excellency, please don't be depressed. The Zhu family and his son are thieves, but you are not the thief."

Lu Rong shook his head: "Zhu Chenggong is a talented young man with a wealth of knowledge. Zhu Yuanzhang is a benevolent gentleman with a lot of skills. It is unbelievable that the two of them are causing trouble. I can't hate it, but have some sympathy. They must have pity on the people of the world and treat those in Tokyo. The foolish king is so disappointed that he disregards his personal reputation and wants to seek justice for all people in the world."

"Be careful!"

Zhang Rulin quickly reminded: "I just criticized the king, and others heard it, so I was reported to Wang Fu."

Lu Rong sneered: "The worst that can happen is that we will be demoted to common people. What's the point of being an official? You and I are responsible for the transportation, 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 decree, and if we do it, we will exploit and harm the common people." , He is not a human being inside and out. It is just right to be demoted now, so as not to suffer that day and night!"

"My lord, my lord..." An old servant ran in, holding the memorandum that had been removed by the official.

Zhang Rulin looked a little strange after reading the appeal.

Lu Rong took it and read it carefully, and actually smiled and said: "It's fun to scold me, this sentence can be paired with wine!"

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There are also detailed trips to Jinghu and Jiangxi.

Zhong Ziang was opening a forum in Huarong County to preach the Dharma. One day he saw people watching at the pier. He curiously went over to watch the fun.

Zhong Ziang was shocked when he saw clearly what was written, but when he saw an official came, he quickly took away the message.

Zhong Ziang hurriedly followed, took out a handful of copper coins and said, "Brothers, let's take this to have a drink. Let me make a copy of this article."

"What did you copy it for?" asked an official.

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

The official officer's expression changed instantly, and then he smiled and said, "If Mr. Zhong wants to copy it, just copy it."

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

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

Huarong County had also heard about the news that Ju Ming had raised troops in Hanzhong, but they didn't know what the specific situation was.

The officials on Jinghu Road were busy exterminating Fang Qifu, so how could they care about the rebels in Hanzhong?

Zhong Xiang took the letter and read it carefully. He was just a businessman who was proficient in writing. After reading it, he praised: "It is indeed the famous Zhu Tanhua. The article is so well written. Every sentence written in my heart is really scolding." It's so refreshing. Today I carry a three-foot sword, lead millions of soldiers, and raise the flag of justice to control the world. I swear to kill the single husband to stabilize the country, and to wipe out the traitors to comfort the living beings. I like this sentence, it is majestic, and we will use it in raising troops in the future. .”

Zhong Ziang couldn't wait anymore: "Fang Qifu fled to Jingnan to cause trouble, and the Zhu family father and son raised righteousness in Hanzhong again. Shouldn't we also raise an army?"

But Prime Minister Zhong shook his head: "That's not right, we have to wait a little longer."

"Father, time waits for us!" Zhong Ziang said anxiously.

"You have been waiting for more than ten years, why are you so anxious for this moment?" Zhong Xiang said, "Preach more and recruit more believers. There are big rebels in the south and north of us. The government will definitely recruit more heavily, and I will definitely teach the believers There will be more. When the government recruits more rural soldiers to suppress the bandits, then the defense will be empty and that’s when my father and son will rise up!"

"Discussing Dufu Zhao Jixi" gradually spread with detailed works.

This article has a huge impact because every sentence is vernacular and truthful!

Even the gentry and merchants found it very reasonable after reading it, and even thought that Ju Ming was speaking for them.

Except for the people of Sichuan, no one in other places knew that Ju Ming had become powerful. I thought that like Fang La, Ju Ming would be wiped out soon, and I felt sympathy for the Zhu family and his son.

Once Ju Ming completely takes over Sichuan, after the news gets out, there may be scholars and heroes who come from thousands of miles away to join us!