Emperor Ming Dynasty

Such a scene is extremely ignorant, ignorant, and terrifying.

But the onlookers were pointing and talking non-stop, without the slightest insult, blame, or fear.

Only Zhu Cunqu was greatly shocked, his steps trembled, and he almost fell down.

How is this different from cannibalism?

No difference.

For a while, he fell into deep thought.

Looking around, there are not many of these people wearing long gowns, that is to say, there are very few scholars, or even none.

Most of them are ordinary people wearing short shirts or even common people.

Their family members, or themselves, were seriously ill and could not afford famous doctors, or they were bewitched by quack doctors and witches, so they had to listen to these things.

"When did this start?"

he muttered to himself.

The guard on the side accompanied him, and said casually: "Master, this kind of thing has already happened."

"It's the poor who spend money. An ordinary silver penny can only be stained with blood, but if it's a heart, liver, spleen or kidney, it's even more expensive. Three or five yuan is nothing."

"Moreover, the more vicious criminals are, the more expensive they are, and they can be sold at a good price."

"Why is this?"

"Because of folk rumors, the internal organs of these people are more curative, can frighten away ghosts and gods, and save the lives of family members."

Zhu Cunqu couldn't accept it for a while, and his heart turned a thousand times.

"This is cannibalism, how can it be? How can it be?"

The guard saw that the prince was not guarding the house, and immediately said in surprise: "Master, did the folks eat less people in those years? They are hungry enough to eat. They eat when they change their sons, and they eat when they change their wives..."

"Therefore, it's okay to have seen this kind of thing."

"Besides, I heard that folk pharmacies sell placentas openly and honestly as good medicines. Rich and noble families are scrambling to buy them. It's nothing for ordinary people to eat some blood steamed buns..."

What Zhu Cunqu said was speechless.

This is true.

At this time, he really came back to his senses and began to think carefully.

The sufferings of the people are beyond the imagination of high-level officials.

Perhaps in the minds of ordinary people, it is better to spend a lot of money to eat some blood steamed buns to treat illnesses than to waste their entire wealth, firstly to comfort themselves, just in case, and secondly to avoid ruining their families.

The prince has experienced government affairs, so he naturally understands that there are few scholars in the world.

The entire Ming Dynasty has 8000 million people, and only 30 scholars, and even fewer Juren, only less than [-] people.

Allocated to the counties, each county's scholars and recruits add up to less than a hundred.

As for people like Tongsheng, they didn't get fame and fame, they can only barely make ends meet, where can they find a good doctor!

Thinking about it this way, ignorance makes sense.

At this time, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw another person sitting in front of the window in the restaurant, with regret and helplessness on his face.

Wearing a cloth shirt but without a square scarf, he is obviously not a scholar.

Beside him was a man dressed as a clerk, and his face was also filled with displeasure.

"Is this gentleman a doctor?"

As soon as it was approaching, a strong medicinal fragrance poured into his nostrils, and he finally reacted.

"This gentleman is very polite." The man clasped his hands and said, "I am the doctor of Anmin Hall, Zhang Chun."

Zhu Cunqu immediately understood.

Anmintang is a medical clinic specially set up by the county government, and it holds low prices for the common people to see a doctor, and the doctors and staff all eat from the county government.

This is Emperor Shaowu's benevolent government, and the folks spread it widely, and praised it a lot.

"I'm playing Zhuqu."

"So it's Zhu Zhubo." Zhang Chun hastily replied.

Both of them were born as scholars, but they have a close relationship.

According to Zhu Qu's understanding, Zhang Chun's family has studied medicine for generations, so it can be said that it is a medical family. His father is a doctor with excellent medical skills and is also a doctor in the Imperial Hospital.

It doesn't look tall, but it's actually not small.

Doctors in the imperial hospital are divided into five grades, the highest is the imperial doctor, the first rank, and even the hospital envoy is only the third rank.

Imperial physician, imperial physician, medical officer, physician, doctor.

The lowest-ranking doctors are eighth-rank officials, and there are no more than 80 or [-] doctors in the imperial hospital. Even the common imperial doctors are only about [-] people, who are responsible for treating high-ranking officials and nobles.

Of course, the concubines also belong to them.

The emperor's exclusive imperial physician is just a handful of people.

Physicians and doctors are responsible for treating middle and lower officials, as well as eunuchs and court ladies.

"Then why did you come to the county?"

Prince Zhu said strangely.

Since the emperor abolished lowly status, all civilians in the world can participate in the imperial examination, and even in the former Ming Dynasty, except for lowly status, no matter if they are military households, artisan households, or medical households, they can all participate in the imperial examination.

"I don't have enough talent to learn, so I can only wander around as a child."

Zhang Chun said embarrassingly: "But after studying medicine for many years, my father found a relationship and came to Liaodong, where he became a doctor."

"Although the official ninth-rank official is not very big, he is still an official after all."

Zhu Qu smiled slightly, his choice was wise.

Although the medical officer is not a high-ranking official, he is also a high-quality person. He is responsible for coordinating the government's management of doctors among the people, and he is also the one who makes decisions about general doctor-patient disputes.

You have to listen to his opinion when deciding to handle the case.

"These people, no matter how many times I speak, they still close their ears."

Zhang Chun said indignantly: "Human blood steamed buns, heart, liver, spleen and kidney are said to be used as medicine, but they are useless at all. My family has studied medicine for hundreds of years, and I have never seen a single recipe."

"Cannibalism, there is no humanity at all."

"Many people would rather believe in folk remedies and witchcraft than listen to doctors. Fate sometimes must have it, and fate must always have it."

Hearing these words, Prince Zhu felt good: "The common people are ignorant, and not studying can only enlighten the people's wisdom?"

"My lord, you are mistaken."

Zhang Chun shook his head and said, "Among these people, don't look at those who don't wear long robes and blue shirts, but I don't know how many of their families, relatives and servants are here, and they all want to grab people for treatment."

"Minzhi? What is it when the family members are seriously ill and parting from life and death?"

"I heard that a heinous prisoner's heart can be sold for 50 yuan in the market. How can ordinary people have so much money?"

"Aren't they those scholars who talk about everything?"

"It's also said that the liver of a sinful person, if you say that the liver of a good person, I'm afraid that many people among the people will die unexpectedly!"

Zhu Cunqu was silent.

He still thinks too shallowly.

Cannibalism, no matter men, women, young or old, rich or poor, cannot escape.

How much you read has nothing to do with it.

In the face of family affection and life, cannibalism is nothing.

Zhu Cunqu found it difficult to accept that the truth of the prosperous Ming Dynasty was like this.

But the reality is that it cannot be changed.

After making friends like Zhang Chun, Zhu Cunqu is not so lonely after all.

He Ze's management is also very casual and leisurely.

Unfortunately, it seems that the emperor who was thousands of miles away knew about this matter. In less than a month, he was promoted from master to push official.

Push the official, the eighth grade.

It is the deputy of the general judge, who is responsible for hearing cases, civil litigation, and guarding the prison.

Because he often sees the people, he is really close to the people compared to the people-friendly officials like the county magistrate.

Of course, this is a new establishment in the Shaowu Dynasty. In the previous dynasty, litigation and prison matters basically relied on classics and history, and he was a low-level official.

The poem goes: The glory of one life is called, and the two bamboo boards are dragged;

Thirty salary is received, and the land protection of the four townships is passed on;
Fifty mouths can be beaten, and hexagonal documents can be issued;
If you pass the examination of Qipin dignifiedly, you can open the eight-character government office;
I was very happy to borrow Ninth Grade Supplementary Clothes.

It is even called the Four Masters among the people.

The first master refers to the county magistrate, the second master is the magistrate, the third master is the master, and the fourth master is the history.

Now in Shaowu's new dynasty, the order has become the magistrate, the county magistrate, the general judge, the boss, and the official.

Because they are all selected by the Ministry of officials and appointed by the emperor.

They are the five most powerful people in the entire county government.

The magistrate's trial in our impression actually originated from the fact that this was the Qing Dynasty. In order to prevent subordinate officials from remnants of the people, it was forbidden to mix the classics and history with the lawsuit, and the magistrate was allowed to try it himself.

In the Song Dynasty, it was a point of punishment and prison, and the county magistrate couldn't intervene, so it belonged to ultra vires.
But in the Ming Dynasty, the management of litigation is generally the classics, that is, today's general judgment.

In fact, the responsibility of the general judge is extremely great, and the arrests, inspections, prisoners, and public security of a county are all under its jurisdiction. In later generations, it will be the chief of police.

After not being in the mainstream, now he is at the top of the seventh rank, which can be regarded as the unity of position and power.

On the first day he took office, Zhu Cunqu received another wave of red envelopes, and the yamen servants were very fawning.

Good guy, I was promoted in a month, and I can pass the judgment in three to five months!
"It's strange, the ranking of the master is the same as that of the promotion. How can it be a promotion? There must be articles in it."

The county magistrate's office is on the left side of the magistrate's office, and the Dianshi is on the left side of the Cheng's office. Now the general judge replaces the Dianshi, and he is promoted from the seventh grade. The yamen is naturally spacious and busy.

The judge knew that he had a great background, so he said kindly: "You just came here, and the promotion of officials is no different than others. You are a real official who is close to the people. You should listen and watch more when you deal with the people on a daily basis."

After all, he explained.

Only then did Zhu Cunqu know that he would be in charge of litigation and prisoners, and he would not need him for law and order and arrests. This was the power of the general judge.

At the same time, Tongshang has the final authority to review the cases he has been sentenced to, and if the death penalty is imposed, it will be jointly reviewed by Tongsan and the county magistrate.

Because this time, those who are going to the Ministry of Calculation and Punishment, once their loopholes are found out and they are beaten back, neither the general judge nor the county magistrate will be able to do well, and a single oversight will be enough to make their future look bleak.

"If it's in the Water Margin, isn't it Song Yasi?"

Zhu Cunqu suddenly thought of this, and instantly understood the Yamen's congratulations.

The first step, he came to the prison.

Nowadays, in the Shaowu Dynasty, there are generally three types of penalties in the trial of cases, either banishment, exile, or death penalty.

In the death penalty, beheading is rare, and it is generally disobedience, the heinous crime of rebellion, which needs to be executed immediately.

The rest are sent to prison and need to be reviewed by the Ministry of Criminal Justice and approved by the Emperor Zhubi, so they need to be detained in prison.

Before the execution, there is also a replay, which is called the replay of the death penalty.

During the Tianshun period, a three-room joint trial system was formed to further check the death penalty and avoid innocence.

Of course, this is the way officials have been governed for a relatively long time. Once corruption prevails in the middle and late dynasties, the death penalty will be much more relaxed.

As for the post-autumn issue, it was formed during the Qianlong period, and the Ministry of Punishment conducted a unified review in the autumn.

In the prison, fish and dragons were mixed together, including men, women and children, which made Zhu Cunqu frown:
"Go, from today onwards, men and women in the prison will be separated and held separately."

"Yes!" The head of the prison responded immediately.

"I heard that you also opened a brothel in your prison?"

Zhu Cunqu remembered Zhang Chun's words and asked suddenly.

"Master, there is no other way. The big guy earns some money to spend..." The head of the prison didn't feel ashamed, but hurriedly explained: "Brothers can't get rid of the family. Anyway, they are all death row prisoners, so it's better to get some benefits."

The so-called brothel refers to the lawlessness of these prison guards, who open the prison door wide open at night, bullying themselves is not enough, and even let people ravage female prisoners for money, which can be described as immoral.

Therefore, for any woman, it is not easy to go to prison, even if she enters in the morning and comes out at noon, it will be a ruin for her reputation.

Suicide is the best thing.

"Leaving aside the death penalty, even if it's a short-term detention, don't you think you'll let it go?"

Zhu Cunqu sneered and said: "In order not to go to jail, rich women can only pay money, while poor women can only be bullied by you, or commit suicide—"

"From now on, the prison will be divided into men and women, and the prisoners will also recruit some strong women. I don't care about the previous things. If you commit another crime in the future, you will go to the prison yourself!"

These words made the jailers tremble with fright.

It's fine if it's someone else, this is not only a Shangguan, but also has a big background, it's really shocking.

All the way to patrol, the dirty things in the prison are simply unspeakable.

The same prisoners, the poor live next to the toilet, the place is full of excrement and urine, wet and dirty, what they eat is not as good as pigs and dogs; the rich live in a clean place, and what they eat is wine and meat.

It's nothing more than making money.

Under this kind of management, after taking them for ten days and a half months, those who are in poor health will die directly, and there is no time to wait for the lawsuit to be resolved.

In other words, when the lawsuit is over and you are not guilty, the family can only take back one corpse.

The incidents of buying someone to take the blame, and Li Daitao being stiff, are too numerous to enumerate.

The prison is really the truest portrayal of the yamen.

The sixth room in the county looks gentle and gentle, but the writing is also full of flesh and blood.

For the young prince, this is no less impactful than the bloody steamed buns he saw before
He sat down on his own, closed his eyes and lowered his eyes, restless:
"Under the prosperous age of Shaowu, there was a lot of filth and filth, but it was covered by the files, and the monarchs and ministers were just satisfied—"

Afterwards, his heart was uplifted, and the young and vigorous him, especially he did not give in: "It's fine if it's someone else, I am the crown prince, how can the future emperor allow this matter to continue?"

"No need for the future, today I will write a book—"

……

At this time, at the turn of spring and summer, for Annan, it was the dry season.

In the city of Hue, in the Palace of the King of Qin, the King of Qin, Zhu Cunhao, was in high spirits, with an extra air:
"General Zhu, I wonder what happened to my army?"

"After half a year of training, the [-] Qin army has begun to show its strength, and it is time for the army to march north."

Zhu Jing cupped her hands, her face was serious but showing a little excitement:
"Your Highness, the Beijing camp and the Qin army are fully equipped with weapons and high morale, enough for a single battle to completely recover Annan and unify Hunyuan."

"Okay—" Zhu Cunhao was obviously very excited.

"Liu Qing's family, I don't know how my state of Qin is?"

At this time, Prime Minister Liu Guan raised his head and said: "Qin has implemented a new policy since last year. Taxes have increased greatly, the treasury has been filled, and the imperial court has allocated 30 yuan in silver. The [-] shi of grain can already support the imperial court to use troops for three months."

Let me tell you, blood steamed buns and other things are actually not uncommon in the past dynasties, and they are not unique to the Qing Dynasty. This is a superstitious thought. Isn’t it normal for feudal society to have superstitions?

Although the Ming Dynasty is good, don’t brag about it, real life is the best.

Even today, there are not a few people who eat placenta in ghost marriages...