Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 486 Major Events in the World

In fact, the fate of the Wei Dynasty had come to an end, and Gao Shilian was well aware of this. Personally, he had feelings for the Wei Dynasty, but wasn't the opening sentence of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" "As for matters of the world, things that have long been divided will eventually come together, and things that have long been together will eventually be divided"?

He was a smart man and knew that problems would arise when a dynasty reached nearly three hundred years old. The root of the problem lay in the property, such as land, real estate, official positions, etc. At the beginning of the dynasty, everyone was doing well and every dynasty would distribute things to everyone. It was just a matter of how much.

But as time goes on, all things will slowly gather together. The more will always be more, and the less will be close to nothing. The three hundred years limit of the dynasty is not a destiny, but the end of these things. There is no more money left for the people, so they will start to devour each other.

Similar to raising gu.

We are all thousand-year-old foxes, which doesn't make sense in this Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. The final result is the disintegration of the country and the start of a new round of fighting among the princes.

The winner will establish the dynasty again, and the losers will become the cornerstones of the new dynasty's walls.

But Gao Shilian had carefully analyzed Xia Lin and thought that Xia Lin's method was the best one. The land must be fixed and must not be bought or sold. No matter if something went wrong, it could be rented or transferred to others. The mountains, forests, fields, even a river, a lake, or even a large rock all belonged to the country.

This is a good idea, a very, very good idea, which can greatly prolong the life of the dynasty, but the problem is that no policy in the world is perfect. Those nobles and princes who have accumulated a large amount of land will not recognize such a system. Asking them to spit out what they have on hand?

These people don't pick up money when they go out, but even if they lose it, how could they spit out their own things?

This natural and irreconcilable contradiction will inevitably lead to a fierce battle breaking out ahead of time. If Xia Lin wins, everything will be fine. If he loses, everything will remain the same.

Gao Shilian hoped that Xia Lin would lose because of his status and position, but personally, he wanted to see Xia Lin win.

Why? Because once upon a time, he was also the young man who wore a white robe, slammed his fist on the table and angrily said, "This world shouldn't be like this."

But it is really difficult for him to win. Gao Shilian is not optimistic about him, but he also hopes that he will not lose so ugly.

It has been many years since I last felt the joy of meeting a worthy chess player.

Xia Lin's plan was actually the best way to fight without breaking. But when Gao Shilian took this plan to inform the nobles, he encountered fierce resistance.

Then a very serious vicious incident occurred in the court, that is, malicious dismissal. Within one day, 17,335 officials of all levels in Jinling City, from ministers and assistant ministers to subordinate officials and yamen runners, more than half of the officials, launched a campaign to dismiss officials.

The court was shut down and could not function. The entire Jinling city was in chaos. Although the people were not living in poverty, it seemed that they would soon be.

"Old Gao, you still underestimated the determination of these people."

Prince Teng put down his chess piece, and the old man Zeng Mingzeng on the opposite side took a sip from his purple clay teapot: "If Daosheng can't handle and solve this matter, he loses."

"Yes." The prince nodded and said, "Although he is a prince, he will not be torn into pieces by five horses, but he will not be able to get up in ten years."

"Why? Aren't you worried? This is the only son-in-law in your family who has made some progress."

"Why do you look more worried than me?" The prince chuckled, "Are you worried about your nominal disciple?"

"You have been a frivolous person for decades." Zeng Ming frowned, "It seems I need to move around a bit."

"No need." The prince waved his hand: "It doesn't matter if you move around. Let the children solve their problems."

"I am worried. Half of the officials have resigned. This is obviously to create momentum. If they are united, Daosheng will be defeated."

"Defeat? You underestimate my son-in-law."

At this moment, Xia Lin was sitting on a stool pointing at the list of resignations submitted by the Ministry of Personnel, and Ma Zhou was reviewing them beside him until his pen was sparking. There were nearly ten thousand resignations and various reasons for their resignation. Ma Zhou was the one who suffered the most on this trip.

"Okay, now it's time to tell me what your plan is. Don't keep me in suspense, Lord Xia. I, Old Xu, have been in the officialdom for quite some time, and this is the first time I've seen someone make such a big mess."

Xia Lin was sitting there chewing sugar cane. After hearing what Lao Xu said, he smiled and said, "The sugar cane from Lingnan Road is really good this time. You don't know that the raw sugar was originally monopolized by those Indians. Now that our sugar cane is officially available, sugar is no longer a problem."

"I'm not asking about your resignation, why did you bring it up with candy?"

Facing Lao Xu's question, Ma Zhou raised his head and looked at him: "Yanzu, come and help me with the review. My hands are sore."

"coming."

Xu Jingzong began to take over Ma Zhou's job of reviewing the resignation slips, while Ma Zhou sat beside him and started eating sugar cane. He said as he ate, "When I talked to the Indian delegation this time, I told them that we also grow sugar cane here, and it's of very good quality. They got furious and said that if that was the case, they would throw away all the sugar cane and would not sell their sugar cane and raw sugar to us. In the next few days, they were all getting ready to return to India with the goods."

Xu Jingzong seemed to have come to his senses now. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What happened next?" "I signed a customs clearance document for them and told them to leave Jinling City within seven days." Ma Zhou leaned against the backrest of the pavilion and turned to look at the scenery outside. "They brought a total of 700,000 kilograms of sugarcane, but we only had 50,000 kilograms of sugarcane."

"That's not enough."

"Of course it's not enough." Ma Zhou glanced at Lao Xu: "But this is not what we care about."

Xu Jingzong's eyes just rolled around, and he understood instantly: "That's right! 700,000 kilograms of sugarcane, how much does it cost? If they take it back, they will lose everything. Then what should they do with it?"

"Our sugar cane is twelve cents a pound, so I won't charge them ten or eight cents. I'll just sell it to them at twelve cents a pound."

“How much before?”

"Thirty cents."

Lao Xu slapped his thigh and said, "I see. No wonder you're here all night. These people are the sugarcanes that are going to be returned."

Xia Lin threw the sugarcane residue into the basket beside him and said, "How much did they pay for nearly 10,000 officials? I'm afraid it's not comparable to 700,000 catties of sugarcane and 50,000 catties of sugarcane. They don't know if we can fill this hole. If we don't, they can rest easy. But if they leave right away and Ma Zhou fills up the vacancy for them, they will know that this deal is not worth it if they think about it. Even if they are from aristocratic families, they will not be given any way out. Just wait and see if they will be scratched by their wives when they go back. Some small families even rely on their jobs to maintain their dignity."

At this moment, Ma Zhou continued to add: "We originally planned to ask them to come down in batches. If that were the case, wouldn't they have given away all their family property over the years for nothing?"

"But the court is at a standstill now, what can we do?"

Xia Lin suddenly said, "Martial law."

"Martial law!" Old Xu screamed, "Won't it be a mess?"

Ma Zhou laughed: "Not really. There won't be a real martial law. We just need to spread the news and they will make their own decisions."

"Oh, what a fierce fight." Xu Jingzong shook his head and said, "But they will cause trouble next."

Xia Lin didn't care at all: "Then I'll let you see how the Po Lu army can make seven strikes in one breath."

"Okay, don't be distracted, hurry up and approve it." Ma Zhou urged: "I will kill them early tomorrow morning to show my power."

"Okay, okay, my hands are sore too, Master Xia? How about you come and have some fun?"

"Get lost!" Xia Lin crossed his legs and said, "By the way, this is the first assessment for officials. Can you two preside over it?"

"I can't do it." Xu Jingzong waved his hand and said, "How can I be qualified? Our Prime Minister Ma has to come in person."

Ma Zhou also shook his head helplessly: "If this matter is not handled well, I will leave a bad mark in the history books."

"Then try to do it well." Xia Lin stood up and said, "There will be many more struggles in the future. This is just a small victory. Their counterattack in the future will definitely be fierce. Be well prepared."

Xia Lin's words made the two of them silent for a long time. You have to know that the intensity of the current struggle is second only to the start of a warlord melee that is enough to destroy a country. It can be said that there is no place in the past few thousand years where the confrontation has been raised to such an intensity in a short period of time. They all have to rely on their own exploration to move forward slowly.

However, the half sentence of poetry that Xia Lin always repeated really made them feel more determined - the road ahead is long and as hard as iron, but now we can start over again.

The news of martial law was posted that afternoon, saying that in order to ensure the daily stability of Jinling in the entire country, Jinling City would be directly transferred to martial law mode three days later, and would not be transferred back until the problems in the court were resolved.

However, before this move was even implemented, the aristocratic families began to panic.

Martial law… Explain, what is martial law? Explain! Explain! What! Damn! Martial law!

The intensity was too high, and the organization among the wealthy families was just so-so. They were all very panicked. Even Gao Shilian didn't expect that Xia Lin would directly impose military control.

The simplest explanation of the concept of martial law is that all rights of interpretation belong to the Marshal until the emperor returns.

As for when the emperor will return, that will be arranged by the military government.

And the three days after these three days would be the last respect that Xia Lin would give to the aristocratic families. If they did not stop, the winner would be decided and life and death would be decided in three days.

(End of this chapter)