The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Official laws are strict, and if we are not severely punished, things like this will happen again in the future.

Zhang Xian punished the troubled refugees with a stick according to the law.

This time, the refugees who took the lead in making trouble were afraid, and truly realized that Master Zhang was not partial to them, but that he would punish anyone who violated the law.

More than a thousand refugees knelt outside to beg for mercy.

The gentry refused to give up and wanted Zhang Xian to chop off their heads.

Mou Bin rushed back to the capital to report to Emperor Hongzhi and left his troops here to prevent the refugees from rioting again.

Yanfu,

"Although Zhang Xian punished the refugees with a stick, it could not calm down the conflicts between the refugees and the gentry. If we continue to suppress them today, there will still be conflicts in the future." Yan Chengjin thought carefully.

The refugees entered the yellow list of good villages and became common people, but in the eyes of the gentry, they were still refugees.

There are many stubborn diseases among the refugees. Just like today, when they encounter injustice, they will take action if they are brave enough. It is no longer an ordinary problem for more than a thousand people to take action.

If the refugees are not educated and will not be grateful, their descendants will be the same, and their good hometown will eventually become a land of bandits.

To improve their bad habits, laws are not enough; education is also needed.

"From now on, when the descendants of refugees and gentry sit together in schools, the conflict between the two may be alleviated."

Yan Chengjin deduced on paper the plan to educate the refugees.

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Fengtian Temple,

After hearing Mou Bin's report, Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Are there any casualties?"

"No one was killed, but the gentry from Liangxiang was injured. Don't worry, Your Majesty, the trouble will not come to the capital," Mou Bin said.

Liu Jian sighed: "I have expected that if so many refugees are brought together in one place, a rebellion will break out sooner or later. The refugees do not know the general rules of etiquette and are very easy to act impulsively. If they are left unchecked, they will be a hidden danger after all."

Emperor Hongzhi pondered for a few times, then thought of Yan Chengjin, and asked, "Were Yan Qing's family not injured?"

"Yan Chengjin didn't go to Liangxiang. He returned to Beijing directly after calming down." Mou Bin looked strange.

Li Dongyang and others nodded, as expected of him.

When Emperor Hongzhi heard that Yan Chengjin was fine, he stopped interfering. There were factory guards to supervise him, and if the refugees had any evil thoughts, they could calm them down at any time.

Yan Chengjin sent people to Liangxiang to inquire about it, but he felt a little relieved when nothing happened. It happened that Wang Yuemuxiu accompanied him to Liangxiang with a thousand stone bow and a green steel sword on his back, and several hundred elites.

Wang Yue has been writing books behind closed doors these days. Although he is engaged in business, his business is managed by his family manager. It is difficult to write the follow-up to "Businessmen of Liangxiang County".

On the official road of Liangxiang, he opened the door to a new world.

Caravans came and went, driving various trucks, escorting large quantities of goods, as well as Franji and Dacan.

Looking from a distance, a huge water wheel can be seen leaning on the Liangxiang buildings.

"This is my nephew?"

"This is a skyscraper waterwheel. Please watch the road, adults. Don't look around. Beware of sneak attacks by thieves." Yan Chengjin looked solemn.

Wang Yue looked strange. Where did the thieves come from in the blue sky and white sun...

Carrying a bow, arrows, steel sword, and a full quiver was very tiring.

However, this trip gave Wang Yue a lot of inspiration, looking at the businessmen coming and going and the huge Ferris wheel.

I was secretly happy and planned to hire a first-class painter to use this scene as the cover of "Businessmen of Liangxiang County".

Arrive at Liangxiang Yamen.

"My lord, I'm afraid they won't. The private schools in Liangxiang are all run by the gentry. How can they be willing to sit in the same class with the refugees? This is an insult to politeness. I'm afraid that the private schools are not willing to teach..." Zhang Xian His face looked troubled.

There were private schools in Liangxiang, but they were run by the gentry, not free schools.

Yan Chengjin thought for a while, "Nothing is difficult in the world, as long as there are people like you."

"Huh?" Zhang Xian was confused.

"With all your energy in admonishing His Majesty, how can the gentry be more difficult to deal with than His Majesty?" Yan Chengjin whispered.

After Zhang Xian left,

Yan Chengjin wrote a letter.

Wang Yue on the side looked at it and thought slightly: "My dear nephew, why bother bothering Mr. Qingshan? I can do it."

"As an official in the court, it is safer to let Mr. Qingshan do it." Yan Chengjin knew that Wang Yue was definitely thinking about Mr. Qingshan's manuscript. The more work he did, the more he would get. This old fox would definitely know how to ask about the manuscript after working hard.

Obviously what he planned for him was the IP of his family, country and world. Why did Wang Yue always want to write a fairy tale and supernatural IP to break through himself?

After the letter was written, Yan Chengjin asked Wang Busui to send someone with the fastest horse to deliver it to Jiangnan.

Ten days later, Cheng Minzheng came to the capital with two book boys.

When I went to Beijing this time, I found that there were many more businessmen in the capital, and there were also more and more scholars. Next year was the year of the provincial examination, and many scholars came to Beijing in advance.

Cheng Minzheng was not in a hurry to go to Yan's Mansion, but found a teahouse to listen to books.

Wearing a bamboo hat, no one could recognize him.

Qingshan Jun's books are still popular in teahouses.

When we came out of the teahouse, it was already Shen Shi.

Cheng Minzheng then went to Yan Mansion.

Yanfu,

Yan Chengjin was tinkering with a hot water bottle. The inner tank was sewn with cow and sheep skin, leaving a hole. The outside was covered with a plush square warm wool cover, and the two ends could be extended.

As long as new goods come out of Liangxiang, merchants will immediately purchase them and ship them to various places.

But the problem is that there are too few commodities and Liangxiang is still poor.

The gentry had a lot of money, but they had no reason to spend it.

Yan Chengjin wanted to spend the money they had buried underground.

"Master, if you leak it, you'll burn it to death..." He Neng cried out in pain.

Yan Chengjin regarded He Neng as a tool man again.

A person was asked to pour boiling water into the bag and asked him to hold it in his stomach, which almost caused blisters.

"If the skin is too thin, the water bag will be hotter and leak easily. If the skin is too thick, it will not be warm enough, which is a bit troublesome."

The doorman ran to the new courtyard to report: "Master, Mr. Cheng is here."

"You keep trying, it should be neither hot nor cold to the touch." Yan Chengjin said and went to the main hall.

In the main hall,

Cheng Minzheng looked around. There was not much change in the Yan Mansion, except for the "Latest House Rules of the Yan Mansion" hanging in the hall, which was updated again.

"I haven't seen my nephew for a long time. My nephew is still so cautious." Cheng Minzheng came in after receiving the codeword.

"Uncle, you are too kind."

Yan Chengjin went straight to the point: "The refugees in Liangxiang and the gentry are fighting each other. If they are not educated, Liangxiang may become a place of bandits and evil people in the future. I bothered you to come to Beijing to educate the refugees in Liangxiang."

It is easy for refugees to be proud when they are in charge.

With their temperament, they dare to gather thousands of people at any time. Even if there are no gentry, they are likely to become unruly people who occupy land and bully merchants in the future.

Cheng Minzheng frowned.

Yan Chengjin asked: "Uncle, do you feel... that you have lost your identity?"

Cheng Minzheng blushed and nodded slightly: "It is a bit embarrassing."

As a great scholar of the time, he was once the teacher of His Majesty and the Prince. Although he retired to his home, he still cares about his face.

"I am grateful to my nephew. If you ask me, I will be happy to go." Cheng Minzheng said resolutely: "What do you want to do?"

"The refugees are not educated by the court. If the government intervenes, it may provoke them to rebel. Uncle..." Yan Chengjin leaned close to Cheng Minzheng's ear.

Cheng Minzheng was shocked, "You actually want me to do this. Am I too cautious, nephew?"

The rest will come later. Happy Children's Day