Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

Population mobility is very strong in troubled times. In order to survive, people will keep migrating until they find a foothold.

Then go on living, multiplying, and working.

But people are also loyal, they are loyal to their home, they are loyal to the land they have worked hard for.

The word "home", besides the family, is also the synonym of the house.

After the "loan" comes out, people can buy a house, and they will stay there forever.

The people are the foundation of a city and even a country.

Lin Yuan thought of many ways. In the early stage, he even hollowed out the granaries of big households and the court, so that the people had confidence in him.

It is not easy to balance the income and expenditure by relying on taxes alone. The taxes Lin Yuan collects now are only one-third of the previous investment.

But after all, there were benefits, and Lin Yuan was somewhat relieved.

He stayed in Gaoyou for three years. During these three years, Gaoyou has been turned into a city that belongs to him. The rules are all set by him, and people's living habits are all changed by him. Lin Yuan adjusted his direction while experimenting. , until the outcome of every move is close to his expectations.

In the spring of the 16th year, Lin Yuan left Gaoyou and went to Pingjiang. The people saw him off along the way. Some even followed Lin Yuan’s convoy with their families. They wanted to follow Lin Yuan to Pingjiang. Lin Yuan’s convoy was there. The bandits dare not move them.

Lin Yuan also knew that Zhang Shicheng went to Pingjiang from Gaoyou in history and designated Pingjiang as the capital. The Miao general of the Yuan army defeated Zhang Shicheng's brother Zhang Shide the next year. Zhang Shide was escorted to Nanjing and died on a hunger strike.

But going to Pingjiang is Lin Yuan's best choice now.

The Miao general of the Yuan army is a tragic figure, formerly named Yang Tongguan. After defeating Zhang Shicheng, he was not only promoted, but also named as a complete man by Emperor Yuanshun. He was also the leader of the peasant uprising at first, and later he was recruited as an official. The highest official rank is Field Marshal.

He died in the end, no matter how good he was on the battlefield, he was forced to hang himself in the end.

People have always determined their heads by their buttocks. Standing on the side of the court is to hold high the banner of orthodoxy.

To stand on the side of the rebels is to plead for the people.

Most of the truths in this world are not black and white, but the big shots turn the truth around in their minds, and what they say becomes black and white again.

This time it was Chen Bosong who escorted Lin Yuan to Pingjiang. Chen Bosong rode a horse, and Lin Yuan rode a carriage—he didn't want to try the feeling of his thighs being worn out anymore, so he indulged himself to be lazy once in a while.

But the roads at this time are all dirt roads. Even the former official roads are full of mud pits. Sitting on the carriage, Lin Yuan was so jolted that his stomach felt nauseous. endure alone.

Chen Bosong was still talking to him beside the carriage, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Yuan: "...I'll talk to you when I get to the place..."

He was literally throwing up.

Chen Bosong could only shut up, and escorted Lin Yuan there in an incomparably quiet way.

When he arrived at the gate of Pingjiang City, Lin Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. It was less than a year since Pingjiang was defeated. During this year, Chen Bosong was almost in charge. All the generals in Lin Yuan's hands were controlled by the Tiger Talisman. He only recognizes the tiger talisman but not the people. Chen Bosong didn't know how to manage people, so he stationed the military camp in Pingjiang.

Lin Yuan thinks this is a good way.

Without too many twists and turns, it is better than whose fist is bigger.

Chen Bosong didn't care about things, and asked the former small officials and officials to take care of them. Facing the huge fist, these people didn't dare to have any other thoughts, but they did things obediently. What a mess.

Pingjiang is richer than Gaoyou, and this wealth is reflected in the small people. Even though there are endless refugees and famines in the world, the people in Pingjiang have never been hungry—but their food reserves are almost empty, and their money has bottomed out. Yes, if it is later, then maybe what will happen later.

Compared with other places, Pingjiang is not chaotic, and people live and work in peace and contentment, but life is a little harder than before.

There are also many scholars in Pingjiang, which is the case in rich places. People who have money can afford to cultivate scholars.

Like a poor village deep in the mountains, it is impossible to train a scholar with the strength of a family.

Lin Yuan went directly to the mansion. There are people cleaning it every day and it is well maintained. The servants filed in and began to decorate the mansion according to Lin Yuan's habits and hobbies. They even brought Lin Yuan's favorite paperweight, the lantern cover Lin Yuan also likes to see the patterns on it. All in all, after one day, the government office changes drastically. Looking at the high efficiency, Lin Yuan has to admit that capitalism corrupts people's hearts, and he will be completely corroded.

——Although he is not taking the road of capitalism.

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"Master Zhang." The little official caught up with the person in front, and followed closely three steps behind him.

The person known as Mr. Zhang was originally just a small official, the kind that no one cares about. He has no real power, no right to speak, and has no access to the core political groups in Pingjiang.

Now that Pingjiang has fallen into the hands of the rebels, he has a chance to use it instead.

Mr. Zhang smiled at the little official. He got up early, and at this time he was still holding the pancakes made by his wife, which were filled with meat. He ate them as he walked, barely getting half full. He didn't dare to eat too much today. Otherwise, it would be indecent and contemptuous to have an uncomfortable stomach when discussing matters.

The little official smelled the aroma of cooking cakes and swallowed greedily. He ate a steamed bun in the morning and thought he was full, but the smell of meat made him greedy again.

"I don't know which god came here." The little official sucked his saliva, and asked a little strangely, "He asked the adults to go with us."

How can there be any reason for officials and small officials to discuss affairs in the same room?That's too careless.

Master Zhang said with a chuckle, "The Southern Bodhisattva of Gaoyou has come to us now."

Little official: "That's terrible!"

They have all heard of the name of Gaoyou South Bodhisattva, and it is very popular among the people.

Those who are a little ignorant sincerely think that Nan Bodhisattva is a god.

Those who are a little clearer naturally know that this is just a method, but the clearer ones will not say it.

So the foolish are still more foolish.

The son does not talk strangely and forcefully.

Among the ancients, there were actually atheists.

But only those who are familiar with poetry and books and have high ideological consciousness can become atheists.

It is impossible for ordinary people.

The little official said excitedly: "I heard that Nan Bodhisattva can bless men to make meritorious deeds. I offered a statue of the god at home. Now that the real body is here, I have to kowtow a few times."

Mr. Zhang smiled, looking like a good old man.

What's the fun when everyone is drunk and I am sober?It's better to get drunk together.

The little official turned his head and looked: "Isn't that Mr. Zheng? What kind of wind is blowing today, and it has brought all the adults here."

Mr. Zheng is notoriously slippery, he doesn't do business, he doesn't want to offend others, he is slick as hell, and he is very beautiful when he was corrupted by the previous Shangguan. They got together, pushed their own affairs to colleagues, and went to meet each other every day, and lived a very relaxed and comfortable life.

Basically, he ran away when he could. To put it mildly, he was not greedy for fame and fortune, but to put it badly, he was unwilling to take responsibility and couldn't bear the burden on his shoulders.

Said to be a courtier?The only way to curry favor with the boss is flattery.

Said to be a pure minister?If he can do it, he won't do it.

When Mr. Zheng said these three words, everyone knew who he was talking about, even if he was not the only one with the surname Zheng among the officials.

Master Zhang continued to be happy.

Seeing the little official's puzzled expression, Mr. Zhang answered his questions: "Nan Bodhisattva is coming to the morning meeting today."

The little official's eyes widened and his mouth was so long that he could swallow a fist. He blushed: "Come today? I, I haven't even changed into new clothes! Hey! Can I go back in time?"

Master Zhang looked at him.

The little official slapped himself on the mouth lightly: "I am confused again."

The so-called morning meeting is a new rule after Chen Bosong took over Pingjiang.

At the morning meeting, the officials will report on the work of the previous day, what they have done, what they have concluded, and what needs to be analyzed and helped.

This method is indeed effective. Officials can't talk about it, they can only ask questions honestly and solve them.

After all, there is a small official record next to it.

These records will eventually be summarized in Lin Yuan's case.

Although the imperial court has fallen, these court officials still have to eat and dress, take care of their parents, and raise their children.

Mr. Zhang glanced at Mr. Zheng who was walking not far away, and he was not without envy.

Everyone said Mr. Zheng was a strange official, but he had to admit that Mr. Zheng lived a better life than most people.

It's a strange person that he can turn a lazy person into a personal symbol.

They walked into the mansion through the side door, and found that the servants of the mansion seemed to have changed a group of people. Compared with the original people, they looked more orderly, with no expression on their faces, neither flattering nor close, giving people a feeling It feels a little rusty and cold, but there is full respect in the actions and manners, and the actions are vigorous and resolute. Not only one, but all of them are like this.

Mr. Zhang looked away - don't think about things he shouldn't think about.

The servants led them to the cleaned-up hall. Lin Yuan had already sat up high, with chairs placed horizontally below his head, just like a meeting, and it was indeed a meeting. Lin Yuan didn't have much time to get to know these officials, so he could only use Such simple and violent means to understand them.

Seeing that the people were almost here, Lin Yuan said, "Start from here, and talk about it one by one. Tell me what you did during this period, what troubles you encountered, how you solved them in the end, and what experience you gained."

Everyone in the audience looked at me and I looked at you: "..."

Nan Bodhisattva!Really don't give us some time to be bureaucratic?We are all set!

Lin Yuan asked strangely: "What? Can't understand what I said? Go from here to the right, one by one?"

Is this group of people indiscriminate?

Not so?How did they become officials?Are the requirements so low?