Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 919 Change makes success

Big Year.

   A record of daily life commentary officials was sent to the Hanlin Academy.

  In the Imperial Academy, there are very few people on duty.

  However, the emperor's words and deeds in public every day need to be recorded and delivered at any time. These files will be sealed up, and they will be important materials when compiling the real records of Emperor Hongzhi in the future.

  The inheritance of historians has gone through countless dynasties, and it has become the most important thing in Ming Dynasty.

  The main officials who are often responsible for compiling the memoirs are generally held by the cabinet bachelor, although the cabinet bachelor may not write it himself.

   Hanlin, who is on duty in the new year at the Museum of Literature and History, feels strange.

  General daily life notes do not record private matters in the palace, only His Majesty's public activities are recorded. Yesterday was the second day of the new year, the second day of the new year, how could this be sent?

  He didn't dare to neglect and was busy transcribing.

   "On the second day of the first lunar month in the 20th year of Hongzhi, the emperor came to the construction site in Dingxing County at night to explore the road and guard the students. We drank with them and praised them for their hard work. When the time comes, we will return them."

  While the Hanlin was copying, he took a deep breath.

   Your Majesty went to visit a group of road builders in the middle of the night?

  This is the second day of the Lunar New Year.

   What an unusual thing this is.

  Hanlin edits history, and the Hanlin who edits history is often in the future, with a bright future, a bright future, and even entering the cabinet to pay homage to the prime minister.

  This is because people believe in using history as a mirror to know the ups and downs. Of course, the most important thing is that in the process of compiling history, one can figure out the emperor's mind.

   Hanlin's eyes fluttered. This is an unusual night vision. It is because it is unusual that it needs extra attention.

  After carefully transcribing and sealing it up, he called the scribe and ordered in a low voice: "The next note is for Mr. Liu, and you send it quickly."

  He brushed a few strokes, wrote a note, and handed it to the clerk.

  The scribe was busy holding the note and hurried away.

  …

   This year has made many people feel a little worried.

   Any move of His Majesty cannot be just a whim.

All of a sudden, he attached so much importance to the students who were building the road. In thinking about it, it might be because His Majesty was extraordinarily close and trusting to the students of Xishan Academy. The project from Dingxing County to Beijing Normal University has something to look forward to.

  Almost everyone who got the news seemed to have a premonition that this might be a change in His Majesty's mind.

  In other words, His Majesty's mind has already changed, but... an opportunity is needed to give the ministers... a little hint.

   Once you understand the intention, Enrong will continue.

  If you can't understand, you will be gradually alienated.

  Countless people began to rack their brains.

Liu Jian, on the other hand, knows very well that this road...is closely related to the new tax. On the one hand, His Majesty is here to show the whole world that the original system of scholars, farmers, commerce, and industry is gradually disintegrating, even if it is just There is a slight hint of it, but it is not broken, but His Majesty's emphasis on work has already begun to show.

   On the other hand, it is His Majesty's support for Ouyang Zhi. Ouyang Zhi carried out the reform in Dingxing County. Although it is only a county, it is the first of its kind in the Ming Dynasty, creating an unprecedented pioneering work since the ancestors.

  Your Majesty...is no longer your Majesty in the twelfth year of Hongzhi.

  …

   After the new year, spring begins.

  The weather this year is relatively warm and early. As soon as the weather is good, tens of thousands of laborers from Dingxing County flock to continue to build roads, so much so that spring plowing is delayed.

All the cement concrete began to be mixed, and the prefabricated bamboo reinforcement was paved first, and then the concrete was poured. The mason took a flat knife and began to smooth it out. Both sides of the road also need to be leveled...

   Even, there is still some land that needs to be reserved for future needs.

  The boiled asphalt began to be poured on the smoothed and air-dried concrete road. The craftsmen wore masks and began to level it.

  Every section of the road is busy everywhere, and the traffic is like a dragon.

Countless money has turned into countless peasants, and it has also become countless supplies. It has also brought countless workshops, started working day and night, recruited refugees wantonly, and even the brokers who recruited workers have run away. Went to Yungui.

  Completion date... is coming!

  But at this time, a letter was delivered to Fang Jifan's desk.

Fang Jifan only glanced at it, Ouyang Zhi's, um, it's strange to think of him, this guy, Muxiu didn't come back to see his mentor during the Chinese New Year, he has no conscience, thanks to his teacher, he prepared 3,800 yuan for him A big red envelope with eighty-eight copper coins.

Opening the letter, Fang Jifan understood what was going on, and Ouyang Zhi felt worried, because after calculation, he found that this road section was originally expected to cost 220,000 taels of silver, but the actual cost was 220,000 taels. Fifty thousand taels, the extra thirty thousand taels is a heavy burden for a poor country like Dingxing County.

  Fang Jifan didn't even think about it, and replied: "Taxes can be used as collateral to continue borrowing."

   Then, he ordered people to send it to Dingxing County as soon as possible.

   In a few days.

  One by one, the news came out from the county government.

  Since the tax has been collected, the county's expenses still need to be clearly stated. Dingxing County needs to borrow an additional 30,000 taels. Not only that, but this year's tax will also be prepared to be collected.

   All of a sudden, the entire Dingxing County exploded.

   It's hard to pass the day.

  The landlords are going to starve to death.

After the new year, you press taxes. You have recruited so many people to build roads, and you want to hire people to farm the land you take over. There are fewer tenants but more land. Not only do you have to pay taxes, but the tenants also ask for an increase in rent. Can you live this day?

  When I heard about Fangjiazhuang, the old lady Fang, when he heard about this, he spit out a mouthful of blood, beat his chest and fell to his feet, and said how the world became like this, and the whole person fell down.

  But Ouyang Zhi seemed to turn a deaf ear to this. He was only responsible for collecting taxes, and he ordered his subordinates to strictly supervise and not let up.

  …

  The news of Dingxing County spread quickly.

  The original 220,000 taels suddenly became 250,000 taels. Wang Ao, Minister of the Ministry of Officials, saw a report from Baoding Mansion.

  The magistrate of Baoding Prefecture is a student of Wang Ao.

  This magistrate is quite concerned about the country and the people. Dingxing County is a county in Baoding Prefecture. It has always been located in a remote area and has no output.

   But all of a sudden, this Ouyang Zhi became the county magistrate, but it aroused the attention of people all over the world.

  The magistrate was worried. Many gentry had no choice but to sue the county magistrate to Baoding Prefecture, hoping that the magistrate could make the decision.

  But what can he do? When he thinks that the people of Dingxing County are struggling to survive and the tyranny is fiercer than a tiger, after much deliberation, the magistrate will give a performance.

Wang Ao's face was ashen, all the things listed in it made him extremely angry, and he said: "I don't believe it, Ming Dynasty has no national law, if I don't impeach Fang Jifan and Ouyang Zhi, I will write the old man's surname upside down! "

  The scribe saw that the prince was really angry, and hurriedly said: "Prince, this Fang Duwei and Ouyang...they...they..."

"Of course I know. I don't know their identities and His Majesty's attitude towards them. But... my great Ming country cannot be destroyed in their hands. I am a heavenly official. How can I just sit back and watch these poor fates?" The gentry of Xing County are all wailing and weeping hard. How much grievance is this... Even if Ouyang Zhi quibbles and says that the sky is broken, the old man will never allow this. In Ming Dynasty, the emperor and the literati ruled the world. If the literati are divorced, Is the country of Great Ming still stable?"

  After he finished speaking, he stood up, with a sad expression of concern for the country and the people: "It's no longer palpable."

  …

  Dingxing County…

   Fangjiabao.

  The doctor has already been here, Mrs. Fang, this is short-tempered, depressed, and old, so...

  The doctors almost shook their heads, heart disease needs heart medicine.

   It is necessary to prescribe the right medicine to the case. This medicine, I am afraid that Ouyang Zhi will be hacked into pieces.

   It's hopeless, let's take care of the funeral.

Mrs. Fang, many sons, many blessings. The eldest son is a juren. He was sharpening his sword in the capital and preparing for the imperial examination. Hearing the news, he rushed back overnight. The second, third, and fourth sons should either guard the house or go abroad. Business trips, and now they are returning to their hometowns one after another.

   Many gentry families in Dingxing County who have good friends with them also came.

  Everyone was chattering, looking at Mrs. Fang like this, all of them were sad.

   "This is not letting people live."

   "Humiliated us too much."

  Old Master Fang looked at the curtains on the bed sadly. He felt that his body was extremely weak, and his heart was congested.

  The sons are falling down, but they are filial.

   What is the use?

  This is the foundation of the ancestors, it is the ancestral property. The ancestral property fell into my own hands.

  But... now...

  He suddenly realized that if this continues, this family... I am afraid it will end. He loves this home, and he is afraid that it will end, so these days, he dare not close his eyes all night.

  He tilted his head, looking angrily at the fallen sons.

   "Cough cough...cough cough..."

   "Father..." the disciples howled.

   "If the old man... is gone, remember, we must guard our family, and remember, the boss has a quick temper... hasty temper... must remember... remember... don't be reckless..."

  ...

   At the same time, outside the old Fang's house, a merchant asked the farmers along the way, and finally found the Fang family's house.

   This is it.

  The merchant from Beijing looked at the gold-plated Fangfu, showing that it was not easy. Outside the Fangfu, there was a stone workshop. The stone workshop was already mottled, but it narrated the outstanding deeds of one of their ancestors.

  The merchant looked at the lintel, his eyes were bright, and hurried forward: "I am a grain merchant. Is there anyone in the house?"

  The door looked like a mourning concubine. Seeing that someone was visiting, he gave the merchant a strange look: "What are you going to do?"

   "Receive grain, oil, wine, everything, high price!"

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and also.

  (end of this chapter)