Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

After taking Gaoyou, the imperial court sent people to send documents again.

The person who was sent was a Han, probably because he thought it would be easier for the Han to talk about the project. The Han who was sent was a petty official named Jia Fuqing, dressed in commoner clothes and with a mustache. Lin Yuan saw him At that time, I thought he was probably a very typical Han official.

Standing in front of Lin Yuan, Jia Fuqing felt a little nervous. He didn't know what happened to him, and he was sent to the rebels. Lin Yuan in front of him seemed to him to be a young man, but he also had the temperament of a scholar. , But in the final analysis, he is still a rebel, and a rebel is unreasonable. Maybe if he disagrees, his head will be chopped off in the next second.

"Brother Jia." Lin Yuan greeted Jia Fuqing enthusiastically when he saw Jia Fuqing, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Jia Fuqing was taken aback for a moment, and soon realized, he smiled at Lin Yuan and said, "Mr. Lin's name, I heard about it when I was in Zhengzhou. Sure enough, a hero was born, and Mr. Lin is a good-looking talent, but why did he become..."

He sighed, looking very sorry.

Lin Yuan asked with a smile, "How is Lin?"

Jia Fuqing sighed: "The imperial court sent people to send documents a few months ago. As long as Mr. Lin is willing to submit to the imperial court, he will give it to thousands of households. Don't you have a precarious life now? Looking forward, since Fang Zhizhong surrendered The imperial court is now in Huizhou Luzhi, if Mr. Lin submits to you, the seat of Wanhu will be in front of you."

"Mr. Lin, you also know that the reason why the imperial court is willing to invite thousands of households is because they feel sorry for the soldiers and people under you. It is not because the imperial court is weak. If the imperial court is forced to send troops, Han Shantong's fate will be in front of your eyes."

Jia Fuqing looked neither humble nor overbearing, and he was completely thinking of Lin Yuan in his words.

Lin Yuan was not angry either, and said to Jia Fuqing with a smile: "Brother Jia just came, let's chat after a short rest?"

"Come here."

The servants waiting outside swarmed in, their footsteps were very light, their movements were orderly, and they didn't touch anyone when they came in. Jia Fuqing lowered his eyes, but he was secretly startled.

These servants felt like soldiers to him.

"Take Master Jia to his room." Lin Yuan ordered.

The servants promised, a man of medium build walked up to Jia Fuqing, bowed his head and said, "Master Jia, please."

Jia Fuqing also had no choice but to leave with his servants.

As soon as Jia Fuqing left, Lin Yuan asked someone to invite Song Shizhao. Song Shizhao was more like a scholar than Lin Yuan. If one only looked at the appearance, no one would have guessed that Song Shizhao had the guts to rebel. , Walking on the road is a standard sour scholar.

Song Shizhao also knew that the court had sent someone over, and of course he also understood that Lin Yuan asked him to come here now to solve the problem of the court envoy.

"I can't let him go back in a short period of time." Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao, "At least for half a year, he must be asked to stay, and the letter sent to the imperial court must also make the imperial court feel that I am thinking about it, not that I never want to submit to the imperial court."

Song Shizhao stroked his chin and asked, "My master wants to use dragging formulas. I'm afraid the imperial court won't have that much patience."

Lin Yuan: "Before we take Changshu and Songjiang, we can't completely tear ourselves apart from the imperial court."

He also cannot be called the rebel who was targeted by the Yuan court after Han Shantong.

After all, the imperial army is not all unknown people, Tuotuo Timur is a famous general in the late Yuan Dynasty.

He did not die on the battlefield, but died in the court.

His life was eventually taken away by the Yuan Dynasty to which he was loyal.

In Lin Yuan's memory, Tuotuo Timur seems to be a very famous general and a rare general. He not only learned the culture of his own nation, but also learned Confucian culture. It is said that he is also very good at calligraphy and painting, and his calligraphy is vigorous Powerful, with the style of Yan Zhenqing, he is also good at painting bamboo. Because he accepts Confucianism, he also behaves according to Confucian standards.

And like Zhang Shicheng, he has been physically strong since childhood.

About all generals have this talent?

Lin Yuan remembered that Chen Youliang seemed to have had extraordinary physical strength since he was a child.

He thought about it seriously, if he could leave a little trace in the history books, some people would probably say that he has extraordinary physical strength.

This made Lin Yuan suddenly feel a little dumbfounded.

Most generals would boast of their strength and wisdom anyway.

As for the facts, what is recorded in the history books is just handed down, and it is unknown how many people have processed it.

Song Shizhao asked: "I will handle this matter well for my master, so as not to disappoint my master."

Lin Yuan smiled at him: "Leave it to Mr. Song, I will always feel at ease."

Mr. is an honorific title. As for whether Song Shizhao is teaching or not, no one cares. After Lin Yuan yelled this a few times, the others followed suit.

This made Song Shizhao feel very comfortable, but he didn't show it, he was secretly happy in his heart.

After all, he was sent by the imperial court, so he still had to give some face. The servants were very respectful to Jia Fuqing. After being taken to the room arranged for him, Jia Fuqing also saw the Four Treasures of the Study on the table. The clothes he prepared made Jia Fuqing feel strange, he had only been here for a day, and there was no tailor to measure his body, and even if he did, he couldn't make any clothes in one day.

The middle-aged man who led him into the room lowered his head and said respectfully: "Master Jia, if you have something to do, there is a bell here, and someone will answer when you ring the bell."

Jia Fuqing nodded: "This is convenient."

The middle-aged man said again: "These clothes are all newly made and have never been worn by anyone. If you think something doesn't fit, just ask the tailor to come over and tighten it."

Jia Fuqing was taken aback, he didn't expect such a way, he said: "Even if it is accepted, it is not suitable for the body."

The middle-aged servant smiled: "Master Jia is joking, we are not rich here and cannot afford so many tailors."

Jia Fuqing laughed dryly twice.

When he came over, he didn't have time to look at what it was like outside, and he didn't know the current situation in Taizhou and Gaoyou.

But according to his speculation, Lin Yuan is a young man who lacks experience and experience. There may be one or two high-level people around him, but it is impossible for the people of Taizhou and Gaoyou to return to their hearts in a short time.

Perhaps the situation in Gaoyou in Taizhou is not as good as he speculated.

At this time, many people on the street came out of their homes one after another, the gong was sounded, and even those who were working stopped their work. Walk to the side of the street and wait for the sound of the gong to get closer.

"Come on, come on!"

The little boy ran all the way over, with a smile on his face, those who didn't know thought it was the New Year, he shouted: "Come here!"

The crowd was very noisy, and they whispered to each other with joy on their faces.

The sound got closer, and they finally saw the person approaching.

The first person to enter the field of vision was wearing brown prison trousers. Prisoners had no clothes on. They only had one pair of trousers at most, or cropped trousers. belly.

Every step he took, his stomach was shaking, and his hands and feet were in shackles. There were two people escorting him, one on the left and one on the right. One of them was holding a gong in his hand, and the other was preaching loudly. what the criminal committed.

The common people looked excitedly at the original rich man being arrested and paraded through the streets, and they all had smiles on their faces.

If it weren't for the rotten vegetable leaves and eggs, they probably would have thrown them over.

I dare not throw stones, for fear of hitting the servants next to me.

"Who is this person?" Most of the poor had never seen the gentlemen above, so naturally they couldn't recognize who this person was.

The person next to him replied: "I heard from the officials that this person is the master of the Zhao family!"

"Drink! Master Zhao! He's from Gaoyou!" Someone gestured to show how rich Master Zhao was.

The man laughed: "Whatever he was in the past, he is now a prisoner! Do you know what a prisoner is? His face will be tattooed, his property will be confiscated, and he will be paraded in the streets for a month before he will be beheaded."

"What happened to him?"

The man said mysteriously: "I heard that someone sued him in front of Nan Bodhisattva, and Nan Bodhisattva knew that he was in the fish and meat village, so he ordered him to be arrested and told him to make atonement, and his money would be distributed to those who were caught by him." people."

"Really? All distributed to the village?"

"That's still false? Nan Bodhisattva has spoken, who dare not listen? Everyone, who doesn't know what Nan Bodhisattva is? He is naturally on our side!"

"That's natural."

People naturally discussed.

"I didn't expect that when Nan Bodhisattva came over, those soldiers didn't snatch our things."

"Do you know what a military order is like a mountain? Nan Bodhisattva told them not to disturb the people. Of course, they would not disobey Nan Bodhisattva's order. Where can we find people like Nan Bodhisattva who think about the people!"

While people were whispering, someone suddenly rushed to the middle of the road. He rushed over madly, punched and kicked Mr. Zhao, but the yamen servant next to him pretended he didn't see it. He planned to pull that person away.

The people who rushed out shouted: "Nan Bodhisattva is the master of the people! The one surnamed Zhao seized my land and forced my sister to work as a slave in his house, but after a year, what he sent back was a corpse! His surname Zhao said that I Why didn't he tell me in advance when my sister got a cold? She was only sent back after she died, and she didn't even give us a place to bury her!"

"If there is no Nan Bodhisattva! I don't know when I will repay my sister's revenge!"

"I kowtow to Nan Bodhisattva!"

The man faced the direction of the yamen, knelt down, kowtowed more than ten times, his forehead bled, and then he gave up. He wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve, and then left the intersection again.

People were moved. They were bullied in the past, so they could only keep their mouths shut and tell themselves that they must endure.

They have no other choice but to endure.

After enduring it for a long time, they seemed to feel that the gentlemen above were right.

Their property, children, and gentlemen can take it if they want it.

Otherwise, what they will face will be a worse situation than the destruction of their families.

The beautiful daughter and son have been hiding at home since they were young, lest they be seen by the gentlemen and snatch them away.

After taking it over, the daughter is lucky enough to be a concubine, but most of the sons are disabled or sent back after playing dead.

The common people shouted: "Nan Bodhisattva is the master for the people!"

"Kill those dog officials! Kill those rotten people in Yurou Township!"

"South Bodhisattva!"