Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The emperor was angry.

"I heard that some gentry rebelled and broke through the county seat. The magistrate was captured but refused to surrender and was martyred."

The consumption of Shenxianju is not low. According to Fang Xing's advice to Mo Chou back then, he took the middle-to-upper line, so the dining is either rich or expensive, at least not poor.

"It's all heads dizzy. The world is stable. There are no horseshoes in the north, and the Japanese pirates in the south are gone. Even the Thais have been defeated. Why are the gentry rebelling?"

A dark and fat businessman said unscrupulously in the lobby: "I think it's all lack of people. I feel that it is right to steal the taxes from the DPRK in the past. Even your majesty can't get it back. It shows their courage, even your majesty. I didn't pay attention to it."

At lunch time, 70% of the diners were seated in the lobby, mostly businessmen, but there was a table that looked like scholars.

"Isn't it? Xing He Bo said that if they were given a chance, they might change their dynasty the next day."

"Shh! Silence! Be careful of the people in the East Factory."

The businessman was reminded by his companion, was startled in a cold sweat, and quickly sat down and looked around.

The readers at the table turned red, and someone stood up and said, "Then Guo Hou is frantic, what does it have to do with me? There used to be warriors who rebelled. Isn't that all warriors are rebellious?"

This is reasonable, but someone behind them murmured: "No matter how domineering the warrior is, I haven't heard of hundreds of rebellions, right?"

"nonsense!"

The scholar turned around and shouted: "The warrior is vulgar, how can you stay with me?"

This is a habitual word, it is estimated that there is no brain, the person regrets it after saying it.

The status of Da Ming martial arts is not so low now, and martial arts continue to send students to various ministries, and the current Da Ming army gradually shows some signs of elite, and the discipline is more strict.

Therefore, it is a taboo to say that the martial artist is vulgar.

Quietly in the lobby, the brother stood behind the counter, looking at the two men who occupies a table on the left and drank their heads.

Those two were from Dongchang, and they knew the rules very well. They visited the door for the first time, and only said that they would borrow Shenxianju to inquire about the news.

The younger brother wanted to refuse at the time, but Mo Chou asked someone to ask the Fang family, but an agreement was reached: Shenxianju would provide them with a venue, and the cost of their meals would be calculated at 70%.

This can be regarded as a joy to everyone. It is said that An Lun always said that Mo Chou was more generous than some people in the East Factory.

The so-called certain people naturally refer to Fang Xing.

The two stopped holding the wine glasses, one glanced at the scholar, and then clinked glasses with his companion.

The businessman who had spoken before was agitated by the words, and stood up again and said: "What vulgarity? Someone said that the gentry is useless for the country, but the worms that make dung, but the warriors can defend their homes and the country, you can do what?"

This is a bit vicious, and the metaphor of the dung-making rice bug comes from Fang Xing, so those readers are very annoyed, but they know that this is the restaurant run by Fang Xing's concubine, so they dare not rebut unscrupulously.

But the anger was not so easy to dissipate. Everyone started to eat again, and those scholars were depressed, so it was inevitable to toast frequently.

After almost getting mad, a scholar said: "Huo Da Ren is good, but if it is not to clean up the fields, where are these disasters!"

Although those businessmen were happy to see the gentry being suppressed, they felt a little bit meaningless about this situation after all.

Many people think that clearing the fields and suppressing the gentry is eventful. Daming is rich from all over the world, so what if it is occupied by them? The big deal will be to emigrate those farmers who can't survive.

The population will increase, and the fields in the Central Plains will become more valuable. This is the consensus of ‘people of insight’, so now the land is invaded just to allow future generations to hold the ever-increasing wealth.

Wealth is what everyone pursues. As for other things, we can only put it aside for the time being.

As a result, the lobby gradually became quiet, only the sound of chopsticks touching the dishes and teeth chewing food.

...

"Let's do it!"

When Xie Jin came back, he was sweating profusely. It was the joy that was rarely seen in these years.

Huang Zhong quickly got him a towel and then made tea.

"Mr. Jie doesn't need to be eager. Uncle said in the letter that the south side should move, otherwise the gentry will merge in when business is booming, and when the time comes, they will become cancerous."

Xie Jin put down the towel, took a sip from the teacup, and said comfortably: "Didn’t he say that he would guide those gentry to go to business and start workshops? Why don’t you want to do it again? It is important to know that politicians must have determination, the most taboo Just think about this today and that tomorrow, and nothing will happen in the end."

Huang Zhong took out a letter and handed it to Xie Jin. Xie Jin looked at it slowly and said: "The household registration must be slowly integrated, and the gentry must slowly let go and let them support themselves. Give preferential treatment, sooner or later. Preferential treatment will become a cage, which not only restrains the gentry, but also restrains Daming, good insight!"

...

"Uncle Xing and Uncle Xing said that the gentry used to think that they were helping the dynasty to govern the people, but there has been some news in the dynasty, and the number of officials in various places will gradually increase in the future. What does this mean?"

Cao Jin didn't like this kind of role. After Cao An was firmly established in the Imperial College, he even hoped that he could take care of his life, and then watched the wind and clouds outside gradually age and die.

But the energetic Fang Xing stirred up the situation in the south and brought him in.

I can't do it!

He is grateful to Fang Xing, and Cao An and Fang Xing have these predecessors, and there may be some unexpected gains in the future.

That's why he was running around with a handful of old bones.

He felt that he would fall in at most ten days, and then Fang Xing came to see him, he would entrust Cao An to the past, and finally died peacefully.

But he found that he was getting more and more energetic, and his voice was getting louder and louder.

A group of scholars are listening carefully. They are all victims of this cleanup operation and a lot of land has been taken away.

Cao Jin sat upright, with a straight waist. "The gentry's assistance in the management of the government is a bad name. From now on, the official will be in charge of it. The old man asked, where did the gentry at that time go?"

The lobby was hot, the younger the younger the more sweating, but Cao Jin only slightly wet his forehead.

Seeing that these scholars were meditating, he continued to agitate: "At that time, those who have been awarded a jinshi can naturally become officials, but tens of thousands of people can only be one of them. What do the rest go for? Sit and eat the mountains? Which one has such financial resources? If there is ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the old man thinks it is better to go into business, so that he can save more money for his children and grandchildren."

His words are not very high-sounding, they are very simple, and directly analyze the future path of scholars, which is convincing.

These scholars are very confused, and Cao Jin has been very active recently, and his relationship with Fang Xing is a bit fateful, so after he convened, many people came.

"You can't figure out why you want to clean up, but what should the people think?"

Cao Jin knew Fang Xing's attitude towards Confucianism. Seeing that these scholars were confused, he hit a heavy hammer.

"Uncle Xing He said, the four people in the world are the people of your majesty. There is no high or low, now there is it, and it will slowly get closer in the future. In the end...nothing."

It was not like this when Fang Xing said this to Cao An.

——In the end, there will definitely be high and low, but the goal of North Korea should be to continuously narrow the distance between these people.

Constantly, this shows that Fang Xing has a good understanding of human nature and human minds, knowing that Taohuayuan is just a fantasy and can't be true.

So Ming needs a strong and powerful emperor, otherwise those officials will ignore these distances.

Cao Jin sighed in her heart, and finally said: "Xing He Bo also said that we have to find our own way of living in the future, otherwise the people will support it, can we afford it?"

The gentry class is really supported by the people, but what can it give back?

Someone said: "I can't afford it, but I have to give a way to survive."

"A way to survive!"

Cao Jin remembered Fang Xing's words, and smiled bitterly: "To start education after the middle of the DPRK, it will require many gentlemen, and there are also many people who have studied in places. I am afraid that the scholars will not get this face!"

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