Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

"I'll go too, I'll go too."

Xinhuo Military Academy was organizing physical training for its cadets when they suddenly received news that the teacher was coming to inspect.

"Everyone gather on the playground!!"

The instructor blew a bamboo whistle and quickly gathered the students together. The food in the military academy was quite complete, with an ample supply of meat, eggs and milk for the students to replenish their physical strength. After a period of training and dietary supplements, the students here began to gradually become stronger.

Due to the lack of sufficient instructors, the military academy can only conduct some physical, technical and tactical training. Fortunately, it has just begun and there is no demand for teaching advanced subjects.

The shortage of teachers is not limited to military academies, but also exists in ordinary enlightenment schools. However, for now, six years of compulsory education can still be managed. As for the training of high-end talents, we have to wait and see. At the very least, Bi Maokang has to stay anyway!

“Just received the message!”

Looking at the students who were in neat formation and full of energy, the instructor nodded with satisfaction, and then began to give a lecture: "The teacher will come to inspect the school soon! I hope you can cheer up and greet the teacher in the best condition! Do you hear me!"

"Yes, sir!"

The students responded loudly that the teacher had given them a second life, not only providing them with food and drink but also allowing them to study. Such a kindness was not enough to be repaid with their lives, and they would of course welcome the teacher with 120% of their energy.

"Very good! At ease!"

Under the expectant eyes of the students, Jiang Han brought 416 and Parosa to the playground.

"It seems like there's another girl around sir, and why does one of them have purple hair?"

The students whispered.

"You are truly worthy of being called a gentleman. You are truly a role model for our generation."

"Where do you find so many role-playing women, sir?"

"Shut up!"

Jiang Han walked over. Looking at Jiang Han's figure, the students straightened their chests a little higher.

Looking at these energetic figures, Jiang Han nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, students!"

"Mr. has to work harder!"

“Thank you for your hard work, faculty.”

"Mr. is even more tired!"

"It's so sunny, everyone got tanned."

"Mr. is darker!"

.......

"Whoever shouted that will be beaten with 10 military sticks! Go out and cross-country for 10 kilometers with a load!"

The instructor's face turned black at that moment, and Jiang Han was also a little confused. Why do these kids look a little stupid...

When the student was called to the scene, his face instantly fell when he heard that he would be beaten with a military stick and have to cross-country for ten kilometers. However, he also knew that he had said the wrong thing, and replied weakly: "Yes, sir..."

"Louder! Haven't you eaten yet?!"

"Yes, sir!"

The instructor glared at the other person fiercely. This was just because he had a good temper. If this happened in any other army, the boy's head would be smashed on the spot if he said such words. He did this to deal with the situation quickly, which was a disguised form of protection.

Jiang Han smiled as he watched the other party deal with the situation. Seeing the instructor looking at him anxiously, he waved his hand and said, "You are the main person in charge. You can decide on rewards and punishments. I won't interfere. But forget about the military stick. It was an unintentional mistake by the young man. Just do cross-country running. Running more is good for your health. In the future, the safety of my life and the lives of the people in the rear will depend on you to protect it."

Hearing Jiang Han's words, the instructor was relieved. The boy's life was saved. After Jiang Han's last sentence came out, the instructor and the students were all shocked. Something called a sense of mission seemed to linger in them: "Always be prepared!"

"Very good. I am here today for two reasons. First, I want to take a look around. Second, I want to bring you our chief instructor, Parosa. Instructor Parosa has experienced countless battles before and has excellent tactical theories and combat qualities. From now on, she will serve as your tactical teacher and chief instructor to help you with systematic training. Everyone welcome."

Jiang Han took the lead, and the students also applauded. The students were well aware that the teacher would always bring some female characters, and each of these women had special skills. Before, the teacher had brought a woman, a very young one. At first, everyone was a little unconvinced, but after half an incense stick, everyone was convinced, because those who were not convinced were all sent to the clinic, and those unlucky ones had to lie in bed for a whole month before they could get out of bed.

"Welcome Chief Instructor!!"

"Hello everyone, my name is Villeparosa, you can call me Instructor Ville, I will be responsible for your future tactical training, theoretical guidance, combat literacy and other training. I have just arrived. If possible, can you please hold a tactical exercise so that I can collect data for the formulation of future training plans."

Seeing the doubtful looks from the instructors and students, Jiang Han coughed softly, "Um, what Instructor Wheeler meant is that everyone should get ready and do a battle drill in one stick of incense!"

"Yes! Sir!"

"It seems that we need to first educate ourselves on tactical vocabulary and cultural knowledge..."

Parosa was a little helpless. Such an army was really...very primitive.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sasha!"

"It's okay, this is my job, and... I'm happy to be able to do something for you, Commander."

Shasha... Looking at Parosa's smiling face, Jiang Han's eyes were filled with tears. As expected, Griffin's wife is still the best. She is iron-blooded. Who is Tiexue? I don't know her!

There is no place for you in this family anymore! (Little N sound)

There is another update in the evening.

Volume 231: Chapter Chapter : Opposition Action

Today, a party was held in Wuxi County, Changzhou Prefecture.

Wuxi is located on the Yangtze River to the north and Taihu Lake to the south. The Grand Canal runs through it. Since ancient times, it has been a land of fish and rice. It is also known as the Cloth Wharf, Money Wharf, Kiln Wharf, Silk City, and Rice City, which are enough to show its wealth.

In the 23rd year of the Wanli reign, Donglin scholars such as Gu Xiancheng gathered here to give lectures and founded the Donglin Academy, which has since become famous. After decades of development, the Donglin Academy has become a major center for cultural gatherings and discussions on national affairs in the Jiangnan region.

In other words, this is the main gathering place for keyboard politicians in the Ming Dynasty.

Not only are they political, but they are also astringent.

All the streets in Wuxi city have plaques built on them, and the street archways are also very exquisite. In a mansion in one of the most prosperous alleys, many merchants are gathering here.

The interior of the house is decorated with carved beams and painted buildings, the hall is spacious and magnificent, and the merchants inside are all dressed in fine clothes. What is the legal provision that merchants cannot wear silk? I don’t know!

They sat on the exquisite huanghuali wood, chatting and laughing leisurely. The wine they drank was all home-brewed treasures. The merchants in Jiangnan were so extravagant. Jiang Han had seen this in Yangzhou. The rich merchants in Yangzhou had wine cellars, breweries, private kitchens, ranches, and pleasure boats in their homes. The level of luxury was abnormal. The rich merchants in Jiangnan often brewed their own wine. There were more than 30 varieties of wine in Changzhou alone, and in the whole of Jiangnan, there were hundreds of varieties.

A city in the south of the Yangtze River consumes about one million dan of rice and wheat every year just for brewing wine. Henan and northern Zhili would cry when they heard this. People over there are so hungry that they are eating each other, but you are still drinking heavily here.

The wealthy merchants in Jiangnan have many ways to show off their wealth and beauty. Today, this family invites guests to show off the skills of their newly hired private chef, and tomorrow, that family shows everyone their new singing girl. What about those refugees in the city? Oh, I am a kind-hearted person and I can't stand the poor. Drive them out quickly!

"Dear shopkeepers"

A housekeeper dressed in silk came over while everyone was talking and laughing and said with a smile: "My master has arrived."

"Hey, Mr. Zhou is here?"

"Quick, quick, please come in"

The businessmen stood up instantly and looked out the door expectantly.

Soon, an old man came in with the help of a beautiful maid. The merchants present all bowed and greeted him. Who is this Mr. Zhou? He is one of the eight major surnames in Wujiang. To be ranked among the eight major surnames in Wujiang, wealth is a necessary condition. In addition, of course, there is also the characteristic of the Ming Dynasty, power, and considerable reputation in politics and society. The Zhou family is a family of scholars, and there are still many family members serving as officials in the court. It can be said that the power is quite strong.

Even though the merchants present came from all walks of life, in addition to grain and silk, there were also tea, medicinal materials, furs, raw silk and other industries, and each of them was worth millions, but when they came in front of the Zhou family, they still had to pay their respects obediently.

Mr. Zhou laughed and bowed to everyone: "Greetings to all the shopkeepers, please take a seat."

When they met, in fact, there was a sadly thick barrier between the two sides, just like that between Runtu and Lu Xun. The Zhou family could be considered as scholars at least, which made them the upper class among the four classes of people, much more high-end than these businessmen.

The old man sat down in the main seat directly. None of the merchants present had any dissatisfaction. He looked around, and after everyone sat down and their eyes were focused on him, he slowly spoke: "I came here today for no other reason. I believe everyone has received the news that a group of rebels occupied Yangzhou Zhenjiang and actually collected a 10% business tax in the city. The intention of Fushe and Donglin is to teach this group of ignorant rebels a lesson. We hope that we can cooperate and jointly resist their improper behavior. What do you think?"

The wealthy businessmen below began to talk one after another. Naturally, no one was willing to pay taxes. Since the beginning of the Chongzhen period, they had not paid a penny of tax. Even if they went to the Qinhuai River to play skipping silver, they would not use it to pay taxes, let alone this heavy tax of one tenth.

"He is just a traitor, yet he dares to collect such a high commercial tax. It is really too much!"

A businessman slapped the handrail beside him

"I know this traitor. He was ruthless before. After he captured Nanjing, he killed many merchants and seized their property. I knew he was not a good person a long time ago!"

"The rebels are indeed rebels, a bunch of greedy peasants. They can even come up with such an evil policy that competes with the people for profit. Has this person gone crazy because of poverty?"

"Hmph, Nanjing has already issued a punitive document, and will soon send troops to attack Yangzhou. I think this is probably because the rebel is desperate and wants to make a quick buck before running away."

On the one hand, Brother Dong told the information he had found out and also expressed his own guesses.

The merchants present nodded in agreement, and several people expressed their opinions that Jiang Han's collection of taxes was his biggest mistake. How could a traitor who angered the merchants have a good ending? Doing so would definitely be like shooting himself in the foot.

Seeing that everyone was getting emotional, Mr. Zhou pressed his palm and signaled for a pause: "This rebel is young and full of vigor, with low awareness and no idea of ​​the immensity of heaven and earth. After learning that he was about to be destroyed, he was desperate and took such a move. I suggest that you all unite and go on strike collectively to show our indignation and condemnation."

"Collective strike? Is this necessary?"

The merchants were somewhat puzzled: "This rebel is already on the brink of destruction. Once the imperial army arrives, he will surely be reduced to ashes. What room is there for him to struggle?"

"Yes, yes. We just need to hold out for a few days. Once the soldiers arrive, the matter will be over, right?"

"Hey, you guys, you know the facts, but you don't know the reasons..."

Mr. Zhou shook his head, looking like a hopeless case: "Although this rebel is extremely ignorant, he has some courage. Some time ago, the imperial court sent 30,000 troops to redress his rebellion, but they were defeated by him. That's why they let him rule Nanjing until today."

"this......"

"If the imperial court goes south to suppress the rebellion smoothly, it will be fine. If it doesn't go smoothly and the rebellion is deadlocked, will we still be able to do business? Moreover, we scholars and merchants are not soft mud that can be manipulated by others. If he takes 10% today and asks for 10% tomorrow, what should we do? It's not easy for us to work hard to do business, are we going to give it to the rebel to make wedding clothes?"

"Therefore, we, the Donglin Society and the Fushe Society, jointly proposed a strike."

This Fushe was founded by a man named Zhang Pu. He founded Fushe at the age of 6 when he convened the Yinshan Conference. At the age of , he led the alliance to convene the famous Huqiu Conference, which attracted thousands of people from Shanxi, Jiangxi, Jin, Chu, Fujian, and Zhejiang. At this time, several thousand people were still quite valuable, comparable to Last丶Xuan's climb to the top of the ladder in S.

The members of Fushe Society spread almost all over the Ming Dynasty, with a total of 3,230 members. Chen Zilong, Yang Tingshu, Gu Yanwu, Lu Shiyi, Gui Zhuang, Wen Zhenmeng and others were the backbone of the society. The most people who joined the society were literati from Suzhou. Some of these people were in the court, and some were in the opposition, forming a very powerful political force.

Historically, in the 14th year of Chongzhen, Zhang Pu used the power of Fushe to restore Zhou Yanru, the chief minister of the cabinet who had been out of office for several years, to the position of chief minister.

After weighing the pros and cons, the merchants agreed that a strike was a very sinister idea. Nearly half of the tradable grain in Southern Zhili was controlled by the people present. Once everyone went on strike collectively, all prices in Yangzhou city would increase several times in a short period of time. Coupled with various industries, this would deal a heavy blow to the overall development of Yangzhou!

The rapid development of industry and commerce in Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty made the industrial and commercial class extremely arrogant. A large number of court officials became spokesmen for these people. The local economy had long been out of the control of the court. As long as their interests were damaged, these people would unite to deceive the government and do whatever they wanted. The key was that the government could do nothing about it.

During the Jiajing period, private money was rampant, and the imperial court ordered all regions to ban the minting of private money. This led to a joint strike by merchants from all over the country, and prices continued to soar. The imperial court had no choice but to lift the ban.

During the Wanli period, a very serious anti-tax incident broke out in Suzhou, and several eunuchs were beaten to death. These people had enormous power in the local area. Once the actions of the government above were not to their liking, they would start to do all kinds of things, either using shady tricks to disgust people, or pretending to obey but actually disobeying, or even violently resisting the law.

"Very good. In that case, we will pick a date and strike collectively. During the strike, no shop will be allowed to operate. Once discovered, don't blame your colleagues for being ruthless. Zhou still hopes that everyone can work together to safeguard the interests of merchants like us."

Everyone responded in unison. This time, as long as they take action, Yangzhou will definitely be short of supplies. Then the army will move south. How many days can they hold out? This wave of advantage is on me, I will definitely take him down!

A large-scale movement against the New Deal began.

The Donglin Academy was ordered to be demolished in the sixth year of the Tianqi reign, and then restored by order of Chongzhen in the second year of the Chongzhen reign. In the Yiyong Hall of the Donglin Academy, there is still a famous couplet written by Gu Xiancheng, the leader of the Donglin Party: The sounds of wind, rain and reading are all pleasant to the ears; I care about everything, including family affairs, national affairs and world affairs.

At this moment, a large number of scholars from Jiangnan gathered inside and outside the hall to denounce Jiang Han, the leader of the anti-humanitarian organization, and to seek justice for their colleagues in Yangzhou.

"If the merchants want to strike, we can't just stand by and watch. Scholars like us should make a career. I heard that the rebel is actually in Yangzhou and Zhenjiang, trying to set up some so-called new-style education. Why don't we go there together and smash his so-called new-style school!"

"Yes! Smash his new school!"

Volume 232: Chapter Chapter : Unexpected Events Are Never Late

"How's it going, Parosa? Did you figure out anything?"

At the request of Parosa, the cadets held an unconventional confrontation drill. The two sides were divided into red and blue teams and engaged in a confrontation of a certain intensity.

"Well... their physical strength has barely caught up, but their tactics and weapons are lagging behind. Their overall tactical thinking is still at an early stage. Moreover, their tactical guidelines are very complicated and chaotic. It's as if someone just crammed a bunch of messy tactical models into their heads without any systematic teaching..."

"I don't know who is misleading these students. If they continue to teach like this, there is a high probability that these human soldiers will be taught astray. This is really too much... Commander, do you have any idea about this?"

"Ah? Ah... I didn't know. Could such a thing actually happen? This is so abominable!"

This is totally your fault, Commander! 416 complained silently.

"So what do you think...is there still hope of rescue in this situation?"

Jiang Han tried it with some trepidation. After all, he was the one who threw out a bunch of soldier training methods he saw from movies. This blame was more or less related to him. He also didn't want to see these good kids in the military academy go astray and never recover because of his own faults.

"That's not a problem. It can be seen that their training time is not too long, so it is not difficult to start teaching again. However, their weapons and equipment are too outdated, and they have fewer tactics to use. With the matchlocks and flintlocks they have now, unless they fight in groups, the threat level will be greatly reduced, and even worse than cold weapons such as bows and crossbows."

"It doesn't matter. Just train the army according to the current technological level. You have to eat one bite at a time."

Hearing that there was still hope, Jiang Han breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to take the blame.

"Great, I have Palosa, it's like the emperor's uncle met the Sleeping Dragon!"

If Parosa hadn't arrived in time, this military academy might not be able to continue operating: "If you have any needs, Parosa, just tell me! I, your husband, will satisfy you!"

"husband...?"

Parosa's body suddenly froze, and her body tensed slightly: "From a tactical point of view, suddenly throwing out explosive news in the middle of a conversation will most likely cause the other party to temporarily lose the ability to think and gain an advantage... So, Commander, do you have any strategic plan...?"

"Yes...I am planning a big operation called marrying Parosa home."

"...Please be reasonable. We are not in a position to use such...words. Someone is watching us."

Parosa began to speak less calmly than before.

"...Okay then, what do you want in life, Parosa?"