I am the king of the dead

Chapter 132 Kill the chicken to show the monkey, but there is no chicken

Zhu Qiyu walked through the commander's yard step by step, and heaved a sigh of relief.

So far, his plan for the first phase has been fully laid out.

Use the method of collective farms to ensure the stability of Daming's grain output, and use the craftsman system to encourage the inventions and innovations of Ming craftsmen.

Make use of vocational skills colleges, stable production, and mature skilled craftsmen to promote the development of productivity. The more off-duty workers, the more off-duty labor is needed.

Use the capital lecture hall to increase the loyalty of the army, at least the loyalty of the tenth regiment battalion must be full, and 20 fierce troops are placed in front of the door. If they are not loyal enough, the emperor will not be able to sleep soundly.

Use the family compound to control the officials in the capital. They cannot be left alone all day long, having fun and forming cliques for personal gain, thinking about how to usurp the emperor's power and oppress him all day long.

He planned to basically complete the exploration and construction of the Collective Farm Law in Daming within five years, and complete the most basic coal and steel production needs.

Restore the strength of the Beijing camp and make it even better, improve the efficiency of Ming bureaucrats and speed up the selection of hard-working bureaucrats.

Of course, there is the most important multiple son.

If you don't give birth to ten or eight within five years, I'm sorry for the emperor's name.

Zhu Qiyu walked through the entire capital lecture hall step by step, planning all his policies after the Yuan Dynasty was changed.

The new calendar has just opened half of the paper, and the small court is still full of ashes.

It's New Year's Eve.

On the day of the New Year's Eve, the marinated sheep, pigs, and chickens have been hung in front of the door. Regardless of the size of the capital, they will clean up the inside and outside of the house. pay attention to.

On New Year's Eve, on this day, the door gods will be changed, couplets hung, peach charms nailed, and spring cards posted, and the back pier meat will be prepared, boiled in a boiling water pot, and chopsticks will be inserted to worship the ancestors.

After offering sacrifices to the ancestors and the gods of the house, the meat is cut into slices, which is twice-cooked pork.

It is a pity that at this time in Daming, there is no chili, and the taste of twice-cooked pork is not delicious.

If you want to eat chili, you have to go to America to get it.

On the day of the New Year's Eve, everyone will put a stick in front of the door, which is regarded as driving away the Nian beast.

Palace family members and ministers, such as Xing'an, began to wear gourd Jingbuzi and python clothes, which was considered more festive.

But Zhu Qiyu walked through the streets and alleys of the capital, but saw the door couplets of most people, all with black characters on a white background.

About 50 strong men of the Ming Dynasty died in the battle in Yibei. Although the Fifth Army Battalion came from all sides, more than 30 civilian men were indeed recruited from the capital.

There are at least more than 40 households in the capital. This year, it is not easy to live.

The joy of the New Year cannot smooth over the departure of relatives.

If this grudge is not avenged, the Ming people of this generation will have trouble sleeping and eating.

Wala people!
"Drive!" Zhu Qiyu urged the horse again, and headed towards Prince Yan's mansion.

The New Year greetings in the Ming Dynasty are different from those of later generations. The New Year greetings in the Ming Dynasty are at the end of the [-]th day, when the old year is farewell, and New Year greetings are made to each other.

As the emperor Zhu Qiyu, even in the palace, the courtiers would come to celebrate the new year with this.

After tomorrow's National Sacrifice, the women of the imperial court returned to the palace to meet the Queen Mother Sun, and then stayed in the palace, waiting for the big banquet in the evening.

Chinese New Year is a rather cumbersome thing.

"Ask the porter not to bring any presents in. Whoever brings them will take them back." Zhu Qiyu dismounted from his horse and instructed the porter.

In the Man Qing Dynasty there was money for the crimes made by Qianlong, and in the Ming Dynasty there was the New Year’s gift made by Zhu Qizhen.

There is also a Longevity Ceremony in Zhu Qizhen, which is almost equivalent to Song Huizong Zhao Ji's birthday outline.

In Water Margin, there is a scene where Yang Zhi escorts the gold and silver poles, and Wu Yong outsmarts the birthday key.

These foolish monarchs all have a common feature, that is, commanding their cronies to collect money.

Zhao Ji's confidant is Cai Jing, Zhu Qizhen's confidant is Wang Zhen, and Qianlong's confidant is naturally He Shen.

Zhu Qiyu is not short of this little money, what should I get?If he really wanted to, he could search the house by himself.

Zhu Qiyu asked the concierge to block the New Year ceremony, the meaning was obvious.

With the new dynasty and the new atmosphere, after the change of Yuan Dynasty, this kind of etiquette is still practiced, so Zhu Qiyu can't be blamed for being rude.

"How much money did the Neicheng Transport Depot collect today?" Zhu Qiyu walked into Prince Yan's mansion and asked about Xing'an's own fishing.

Xing'an bowed his head and said: "Nine times out of ten, there are only a few companies that owe more money and are raising money everywhere."

didn't catch...

Zhu Qiyu was extremely disappointed.

During the farm law before, although everyone kowtowed and begged to take back their orders, but no one sternly remonstrated, jumped out and made some strange demands.

This time the private kiln was pursued, but no one jumped out, obediently took the money to eliminate the disaster.

Even in the official residence of the official house, His Majesty let out the wind, and as a result, there were wailing everywhere, but no one jumped out.

Zhu Qiyu was disappointed.

He also plans to catch a few, sacrificial knives, enact the official punishment, and kill chickens for monkeys to see.

He sat in the main hall and received the congratulations from the courtiers. This has been coming and going, and it seems that the trouble will not stop until the curfew.

"Tomorrow we have to offer sacrifices to our ancestors and the god of spring, Jumang. I'm busy." Zhu Qiyu shook his head. New Year's sacrifices are a very solemn thing, and the people from the Ministry of Rites have been preparing for it for more than a month.

This year also involves the matter of changing the yuan, and the scale is naturally larger.

Zhu Qiyu has even more important tasks to do, and it seems that this year is going to be difficult.

"Xing'an, where is Yu Shaobao?" Zhu Qiyu asked after a pause.

Beijing officials celebrating the new year, with congratulatory forms, almost all come unless they are sick and unable to move, except Yu Qian and Jin Lian.

Xing'an said respectfully: "Yu Shaobao is still in Daxing, and together with Jin Shangshu, he is busy with the collective farm affairs. Some government orders still need to be preached."

"They played the congratulatory form." Xing'an bowed his head again and said.

It's not that Yu Qian is disrespectful, but that Yu Qian is busy with Zhu Qiyu's farm law affairs, and will not rest during the New Year.

The household department was originally responsible for this matter, but the household department obviously couldn't help it, so they had to ask Yu Qian to help.

The farm method of the capital is more difficult than that of Kyushu and Fujian outside the mountains.

Almost all the fertile land in the capital has been occupied. In Qingtian, the capital, there must be a sergeant Sasuke.

Otherwise, how could the family members of some landlords be willing?

The advancement of one county and one place, after Yu Qian returned to the capital and chatted with Zhu Qiyu, he has been doing this.

Zhu Qiyu nodded and said: "Thank you for your hard work, Jiuzhongtang and Jinfu, I will give you some beef and mutton tomorrow."

"The minister leads the decree." Xing'an bowed his head and said yes.

What is Yu Qian doing?
Some farmers entangled their families, villagers, and opposed the farm law. Suddenly, an arrow shot at Yu Qian amidst the clamor.

At this moment, the sergeants of the Beijing camp immediately blushed and immediately lined up.

The knife was out of its sheath, the gun was loaded, and the soldiers of the big scorpion held the big scorpion, and immediately surrounded Yuqian, while the hook and sickle gun flashed coldly, and the stick was outside the big scorpion.

The fish-scale formation is a protective formation, and these soldiers are the elite of the Ming Dynasty.

The Oirats used the Supreme Emperor as a bait to try to kill Yu Qian. The Oirats charged desperately, and the tens of thousands of cavalry and foot battles failed to kill Yu Qian.

Almost died in Daxing now.

"Kill!" The sergeants didn't care so much, and the team didn't care so much, roaring hysterically.

"kill!"

A roar erupted from the army formation, and the noisy landlords and servants almost fell to the ground in fright at the sound.

Sergeants who have seen blood, how can this group of servants bear the evil spirit?

And these are all well-trained soldiers in the old battalion.

The army advanced steadily and skillfully, Yu Qian finally came back to his senses, his eyes turned a few times quickly, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he frowned and shouted loudly: "Stop!"

The military formation stopped immediately after a pause.

"It's all right, put down the weapons." Yu Qian hurriedly stopped the soldiers, seeing that the hook and sickle were only a few inches away from the tip of the noses of the servants.

Yu Qian breathed a sigh of relief, if this caused a fatality, how could he return to Beijing to explain to His Majesty?
Under the emperor's chariot, killing and plundering civilians in the street, no matter how reasonable he is, he can't explain it clearly in the court hall.

Of course the emperor may forgive him, but he cannot forgive himself.

Yu Qian is a person who is very good at dealing with the people. He has been doing this kind of thing for 19 years as a governor.

After the situation happened, he immediately understood that some people were waiting for this moment.

When the army of the Ming Dynasty and the common people of the Ming Dynasty were carrying out the Agricultural Society Law, they drew out their knives and fought with each other. The more people were killed, how could the Farm Law be implemented?
Yu Qian has encountered such a thing.

"Everyone listen to me!" Yu Qian walked out of the army and shouted loudly: "The farm law is not what you think."

"Shaobao." The sergeant was a little anxious, what should I do if there are assassins?
Yu Qian stood on the high platform indifferently, he asked His Majesty's imperial decree, and said loudly: "I know what you are worried about!"

"This is His Majesty's decree, written here in black and white! What everyone is worried about will never happen."

A person shouted loudly, "Who are you, promise, do you keep what you say? Who are you?"

The man had just finished shouting, but the common people who were officials burst into laughter.

The people who were close to each other frowned after laughing, and started discussing in a low voice.

"This is Yu Shaobao...you don't even recognize Yu Shaobao? What are you talking about!"

"I seem to recognize this person. He told me that His Majesty is going to send us to the north to replace the Supreme Emperor."

"I seem to have seen him too, how about you? Didn't this person say he was the one who took care of the food delivery? He said that His Majesty wanted [-]% of the crops, so it was him."

"That's him! Before the emperor's list was posted, he was wandering around, chattering everywhere!"

"catch him!"

……

The people became excited, and the scene became extremely tense in an instant. It seemed that they were about to beat people to death in the street.

The man kept running, but he was surrounded by people. The people may be a little ignorant, but that doesn't mean they are stupid.

There are two taxes in spring and autumn every year. Are there still few people spreading gossip in the villages?

For a while, His Majesty wants to increase taxes, and for a while, His Majesty wants to levy labor. In the end, they all apportioned privately and served privately as servants.

The situation was reversed in an instant!
　Today is still the fourth update, and both orders owe two updates...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)