Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Xu Jingchang is based in Jinan. He is Xu Da's grandson, and he is also a family member, so prestige is naturally enough.

He stared at Jinan Prefecture cautiously, and his scouts kept rotating to various places in Jinan Prefecture every day.

In a word: want peace, don't make noise!

For this reason, he placed a large cage outside his residence, plus a few machete.

His murderous behavior still scared many people.

After Fang Xing's cleaning, the gentry had lingering fears. Xu Jingchang was a relative of the emperor. Who would dare to provoke him?

So Xu Jingchang was proud.

But Wang Chang didn't have time to be proud, he was busy with the printing of the first diary.

When the first Di Bao was freshly released, Wang Chang, who was in the printing room, couldn't wait to see the effect.

See Ming Pao!

This is Fang Xing's calligraphy.

At the beginning, Wang Chang had thought about the imperial pen, but Fang Xing categorically denied that this is the following battle. If Zhu Zhanji is drawn into the battle group, the influence will be expanded, but the contradictions will also increase a lot.

See it!

This is the article, even if someone specially invited to check it out, Wang Chang wants to do it himself.

"send!"

...

When Wang Chang walked into the Chief Secretary's Yamen, those complicated gazes seemed to him to be short swords. He wanted to reach out and grab the short swords, then turn the short swords into words and spray them all over Daming!

"I have seen the lord."

Chang Yu's complexion was a little pale, he slowly got up and smiled: "Mr. Bailian came here, but the official is unwell and rude."

Holding a Dibao in Wang Chang's hand, he said, "Master Chang, this is the Mingbao. According to the arrangement before Xing Hebo left, it should be issued by the Chief Secretary's Yamen and sent to all parts of Daming."

Chang Yu took the newspaper and smiled wryly at first glance.

On the side of the title read the author: Da Mingxing and Bo!

This is not big enough!

Chang Yu took a closer look. There were seven articles on one side, and Fang Xing's one at the beginning.

"..."...The greed of the gentry is endless, their thirst for land and slaves can almost destroy the world, the gods block and kill the gods, and the Buddha blocks and kill the Buddha..."

It's too intense!

Chang Yu shook his head, and said after reading this article: "Xinghe Bo's words are too intense, just like an essay, if you send it down, I'm afraid there will be a storm!"

Wang Chang didn't think so: "Master Chang, after the Jinan incident, after clearing the acres, there is still room for relaxation? Is it possible that the gentler gentry will..."

Chang Yu glanced at him, and had nothing to say to the deviant old man.

"Your Majesty has agreed to this matter, and this official will naturally follow suit..."

...

Baoding Mansion House, a horse came quickly, and when he came close, the postman on the horse handed a bamboo tube to the young official who greeted him and said: "Di Bao!"

The little official went in with the bamboo tube, and soon a roar came from inside.

"This...this is looking for something!"

"Post it at the gate of the city, let people watch, don't be torn and altered by others, and get some pen, ink, paper and inkstone over and let them copy it!"

The Dibao was posted at the gate of the city soon, and those who came in and out stopped to stop.

"...See Ming Pao?"

A scholar shook his head and read: "...See Ming, the author...Da Ming...Xing He Bo..."

"Read it!"

The people on the side yelled when they saw the reader's face flushed and full of anger. Then I remembered that this was a scholar, and he withdrew back.

The scholar pointed to Di Bao and said angrily: "A bunch of nonsense! A bunch of nonsense!"

At this time, two young men squeezed in, and one of them said loudly: "...The rise and fall of the dynasties and dynasties alternate, and the rise and fall are the suffering of the people..."

"...The former Song Dynasty did not contain annexation, the gentry was greedy and greedy, concealing the land, Jing Gong was defeated, and there was no vitality..."

"...As of our dynasty, there was a lot of land in the early days, and the people were able to live in peace. Now mergers and acquisitions are re-emerged, refugees are everywhere..."

"...Tax is the foundation of a country. The tax and labor exemption for the students of Taizu Gao Emperor Yunhanmen has become a merger weapon... The method of tax avoidance is magnificent!"

"...The poor family, in my opinion today, the Ming gentry is a poor family, presumably there is no overnight food in the family, so I took it by accident..."

"...The business is not prosperous, the country is not strong, and there is no wealth... It doesn't stop, and the people at the bottom will never have peace!"

The two young people turned around and said, "I'm a science student. In the future, whenever there is a report, we will read it to everyone. If you don't understand, you can ask us."

"Da Ming gentry are all inferior? What do you say about this?"

Someone in the crowd asked, and then gave a timid look at the crowded men in blue shirts.

"What this means is that most scholars with fame nowadays are exempted from taxes and labor that were originally given to poor students. If it is not for poor students, why should they be exempted?"

"Yes! Why exempt?"

The two young men glanced at the men in blue shirts with sullen expressions, and said, "After exemption, they can receive donations. This is national wealth, but it has become private wealth for private enjoyment. When the donation becomes more and more Many, who will pay taxes? Who will raise the army? Where will the DPRK get money for disaster relief after the disaster?"

"Well, let's make a few copies here, take two of them, and you can pick up the rest."

The yaman was on the side, and the two young men took paper and pen, and then squatted on the ground to copy.

After writing, the two took a copy each, then squeezed into the crowd and left quietly.

The scene was silent for a while, and the men in blue shirts were muttering gloomy faces, and then dispersed.

"It's all crazy! Crazy! Still refusing to stop, who is good for making trouble? No one!"

A complaint came from the government office, and then fell silent.

But it was already deep-fried outside.

"What do you mean? You want to mess with us?"

A group of scholars went to a restaurant to have a party. During the dinner, all kinds of anger was raging, and the shopkeeper and the buddies did not dare to approach.

"That person was unscrupulous, and your Majesty actually let him..."

"To shut up!"

A man shouted: "Don't mention your majesty, be careful to get into trouble."

Then there was silence for a while, and a young man stood up and said, "Look at those people, they all believe it, you guys, if we go on like this, we will become worms!"

Another man said in a deep voice: "Don't forget, during this period of time, someone has been saying that a tax system will be imposed after the DPRK Central Government. This is the deadly thing!"

"Once the one-tax system comes down, what are the farmers afraid of? Pay more if there is more land, and pay less if there is less. Who will be unlucky in the end?"

"It's our bad luck! We will be the same as those farmers and tenant tenants in your family from now on, everyone!"

"How to do?"

Everyone at the table is depressed.

For a long time, a man in a green shirt said faintly: "Everyone, many people...There are also two of my classmates underneath. If they think it is canceled, they will be cancelled. !"

There was another silence, and a man with a crooked mouth looked as if he was ridiculing others and said: "They are showing faithfulness! They are stepping on the back of my waiting, shameless!"

"That's right, what books are you reading... shameless!"

A Di Bao disturbed the tranquility of Baoding Mansion, and the prefect made people stare at the prestigious scholars, while cursing the instigator in his heart.

"Fang Xing, you are full of food!"

...

"Xinghe Boguo is really a fantastic idea!"

Pulled by a few cows, a heavy cast iron piece was pulled up through the gourd.

Several craftsmen watched from the side and yelled from time to time, controlling the height.

"Good, good! Slow..."

"stop!"

Several craftsmen pushed the cast iron pieces in mid-air ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ slowly onto the thick concrete floor, and then carefully aligned them with the drawn directions.

"Let it go! Let it go slowly!"

"Come on! Hold steady!"

"good!"

After a slight vibration, the cast iron fell within the painted range.

"good!"

Jin Ying turned around and said to Zhu Fang: "We must hurry up, the steel will be released early, and the machine tools you mentioned, we must also hurry up. Then we will fight with the Ministry of Engineering to see who is good!"

Zhu Fang nodded and said confidently: "We must be awesome!"

Jin Ying said with satisfaction: "That's good..."

Downstream of the canal, rows of tall and spacious houses have risen from the ground, and the track has led to the canal pier...

Everything is just the beginning...