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Chapter 1146 Night Watch
In the tenth year of Wanli, Hangzhou City.

The sky had just returned to clearness, and the gathered pedestrians in short shirts raised fire to drive away the fog, and the entourage with food boxes opened the crossbar of the telegraph room. Amidst the creaking of the wooden door, the food boxes were scattered all over the place, and the sound of broken porcelain plates hit the ears. Someone shouted: "The person is missing, go and report to Mr. Ding, Guo San has escaped!"

Guo San was a handyman in the telegraph office of Hangzhou Prefecture, so he has a set of expired telegram ciphertext.

And the Mr. Ding in their mouth is Ding Shiqing, the leader of the thief in the informant telegram that Guo San sent to Beijing with expired cipher text. Sociology has been a teacher for more than 20 years.

However, most of the angry people who gathered around Ding Shiqing in Hangzhou were refugees in the minds of officials.

If we divide them in detail, first of all these people have no land outside the city and no property inside the city; secondly, they have lived in the city for a long time, mainly working as part-time workers and traveling merchants, and their status can be summarized as proletarian citizens.

In the southeast, the people's literacy rate is high, the population is dense, and the urbanized handicraft industry and service industry are prosperous, which has given birth to a large number of proletarian citizens who are idle and idle. In some cities, tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people make a living on this.

At this moment, a few ticks sounded in the empty telegraph room, and the copper bell hanging at the door rang. Immediately afterwards, the telegraph machine in the room rang one after another, drawing short but coherent symbols on the paper. .

Ding Shiqing, who was in a state of desperation, limped and came to the telegraph room surrounded by everyone, and Han Jin, who was walking beside him, was a powerful man with a shirtless upper body full of strong muscles, and those who followed the two The left and right young students were all educated by Ding Shiqing at the Donglifang Society.

It's just that different people study at different times. Most of the teachers in ancient China had the character of a man of culture, and second, they were not affected by the ethos of official career.

The biggest obstacle for ordinary people to acquire culture is not poverty, but the long-term vision of the family and whether the family lacks labor.

Just like this Han Jin, his name was given when he was studying under the name of Ding Shiqing in sociology. He used to be called Han Da. Later, Ding Shiqing said that ancient books describe people's character. Giving this name to Han Da encouraged him.

But Han Jin had only been sent to school under Ding Shiqing's name for half a year, and went out to work because of her father's illness. She was a groom, a veterinarian, moved goods, raised dogs for others, and did whatever she could to earn money.

Ding Shiqing didn't care about the escape of Guo San from the telegraph room. There were too many things that made him worry about it. They had to be compared word by word with the ciphertext found in the telegraph room.

"Sir, we can't control those rascals who are idle. Why don't we join forces with the officers and soldiers? Their weapons and armor, even if the imperial court sends troops to suppress them, they can still resist...they won't be reduced to fish."

When Han Jin said this, her beard and hair were all stretched out, and she clenched her fists with an excited expression: "Who doesn't have a life, it's a big deal, and fight those dog officials to the end!"

"No!"

Ding Shiqing, who was wearing plain clothes and robes, stood among the young and strong, with a half-century beard and hair, he was a little abrupt, but he frowned and scolded his disciples for still having the majesty of a teacher: "A little flesh and blood pain is nothing, I'm just waiting to dismiss the night patrol, Why rebel?"

It's fine if Ding Shiqing doesn't say anything. As soon as he finished speaking, Han Jin, a big-five-year-old and three-thick man, was about to shed tears, and clasped his fists and said, "Remove, can you be dismissed? The teacher worked for the neighbors when the student was a boy. From the 38th year of Jiajing It was not until the fifth year of Wanli, a full 18 years, that the teacher worked hard for the people and had the courage to speak up, so he taught the night patrol to be abolished, and the monument is still standing in the city, but now it is nothing."

"You went to Beijing to sue for the common people, not to mention cheating for the officials, and you were imprisoned when you returned to Hangzhou. The teacher is fifty years old. How cruel are those jailers that they actually broke the teacher's leg bone?"

When it comes to this matter, how can Ding Shiqing not hate, but he said with a smile: "I am old, can I still live for a few years? I have legs but no legs, it doesn't matter much, let alone I can go... What did the telegram say?"

In the room between the master and the apprentice, the clever young man in the telegraph room has already rushed out with the scroll in his hand, bowed down in front of Ding Shiqing and offered the scroll, kneeling is not respect, but frightened, the hand raised by the young man, the leg underneath All trembling.

"Telegram, the telegram said, say, let me read it, the students dare not say it."

"Why not..."

Ding Shiqing was just surprised at first, and took the crooked and difficult-to-recognize paper scroll in his hand, and just looked at it, and the person was frozen as if he had been cast in a body spell, and the expression on his face was also very exciting.

There are two paragraphs written on that paper, the first paragraph is: Telegraph Hangzhou, no matter where the people who read the newspaper, restrain the soldiers and civilians, quickly find Shangyu Ding Shiqing, and ask him to reply. If one person was caught and killed before, the offender would be implicated in the whole family.

And the second paragraph has only eight words: I am Yijun, why are you making trouble.

This look is too familiar.

In what year will you not see this name?
But eight words, the weight is as heavy as a thousand, enough to scare people stupid.

Han Jin, who was still bitterly saying that it was a big deal to rebel, stopped, and stared silently at Telegraph Letter and Ding Shiqing's face.

Ding Shiqing was only stunned for a moment, followed by that old face, which was full of vitality again, and said happily: "Quickly compare the encrypted text, and report to Your Majesty, there is a turning point for the night patrol. patrol."

Two days later in the Forbidden City, the eunuchs from the telegraph office galloped into the palace without even sending it to the cabinet. They knew that the emperor’s grandfather had been waiting for this telegram for two days, and they didn’t even go to Tsinghua University.

What was sent to Wanli was a long letter with a very old flavor and a long history, which clearly described a tax apportioned in Hangzhou from the 24th year of Jiajing to the tenth year of Wanli, called Jianjia tax.

This incident started during the period of Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, who set up a general Jiahuofu system, responsible for patrolling local security at night. Famous scholars and foreign businessmen were exempted from this duty.

Over time, the citizens of Hangzhou proposed to pay taxes in the upper, middle and lower classes based on the area of ​​the house, and use the money to hire people to patrol the night.

In this way, the common man gets rest, the vagabond gets a job, and earns some money to support his family, which satisfies everyone.

Until the Jiajing period, Japanese pirates were rampant, Hangzhou City added Baojia to ensure safety, and Baojia was also responsible for night patrols in addition to taking turns to guard, and this expedient measure became a routine.

Ding Shiqing, who was teaching in Hangzhou at that time, wrote to the local government many times, hoping to improve the matter. He ran for 18 years for this, beating the drums of injustice, or blocking cars in the street. Finally, the people's night patrol was abolished, and a monument was erected in the city as evidence.

After reading this page, the emperor couldn't help but wonder, since it was abolished, why would there be another civil uprising?

So, His Majesty moved his fingers and turned to the next page.

　Good morning!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)