Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

For the people of Jinan, it was simply hell on earth after the Tartars entered the city. A considerable number of these Qing soldiers were even naturalized Han soldiers. When facing their former compatriots, they were ruthless in their actions. It could be said that they were even more ruthless than the Qing soldiers.

Even as a T-doll who has long been accustomed to seeing all kinds of disgusting things on the battlefield, these people's behavior is quite uncomfortable. NTW can't think of any reason not to leave here.

"You don't understand this, I've asked the commander about it, what is this thing called, something, nostalgia for the countryside, yes, that's it"

45 nodded: "People in this country all have this thing called hometown complex. They value the place where they live very much and are unwilling to leave even if they die."

"When did you find out about this from the commander? How come I don't know?"

Originally, 45 expected that these people would ask again why this happened, so that he could show off more information he had obtained. However, he did not expect that the focus would shift to his grandmother's house from the very beginning.

"Eh~? Our Miss 404 actually played the role of a thief cat."

Although he is new here, when it comes to stirring up trouble, how can he be without AK-12?

Old fun guy!

Although it was fun, as Jiang Han was an old sea king, AK12's favorability was naturally raised to the maximum level by him. So when AK12 was making a fuss, there were some emotions in his heart that were not known to outsiders.

"I... Of course I learned about it during the operational report. So why do you care so much about this? Could it be that...?"

"I...I'm just asking about the details of the operation, don't get me wrong!"

Looking at the little princess who was about to be defeated, AK12 had a look of disappointment on his face. Why are everyone around you cheering for you, but you are the only one who is letting down.

Inside the palace, Dorgon was preparing a breakout plan.

"Master...Master, do we really want to break out now? The artillery outside is still set up. If anything happens to you, I will never forgive myself even if I die."

As Dorgon's personal servant, the most important core skill is to consider the master and put the master first in everything. Only in this way can one be an excellent servant.

"There has been no artillery fire outside for an hour. I sent people outside the building and heard no bombardment. There must be other things that diverted their attention. The situation in the city is so chaotic now. I must break out as soon as possible and take charge of the situation."

Thirty minutes after NTW withdrew, Dorgon noticed that the shelling had stopped, but he did not dare to gamble with his life, so he sent people to carry out small-scale activities in the palace to test the reaction of the outside world, and gradually expanded the scale. When there was no response after several attempts, Dorgon reasonably guessed that the other party should have left, and now was a good opportunity to break out.

Watching Dorgon's troops gathering and moving toward the outside of the palace, NTW reported their whereabouts to M4 indifferently.

"Well, why not just assassinate their commander? Wouldn't that be more effective?"

Looking at the enemy signs that kept shouting, gathering surrounding troops outside the city again, and constantly breaking through, MG4 was a little confused about the current arrangements.

Logically speaking, at this time, the enemy commander should be killed with one shot. In this way, the army without the commander's command would fall into complete chaos, and it would be more convenient for us to fight, right?

"According to the combat objectives, this is correct. Directly destroying the enemy's high-level command will make our combat operations more convenient, and they will not be able to organize any effective resistance, but..."

“But this would not achieve our main purpose.”

In the channel, Jiang Han answered the following questions.

"Once Dorgon died here, it would be an absolutely unacceptable result for the Qing army. As a royal prince, his death would make the entire Qing army angry. Their original plan was to plunder and leave, but if Dorgon died, they might not want to go home so much, but would continue to move south."

"At that time, I was not able to resist the enemy's ability to harm the people. We need time and space to develop. We also need the Qing army as our opponent to distract the Ming court. The longer the tug-of-war situation lasts, the better it will be for us."

"War is an extension of politics. The purpose of war is to serve development. Perhaps in the long run, it might be better to kill Dorgon, but at present, we cannot afford the risk of a large-scale Qing army moving south."

"I see... Yes, I was too narrow-minded. Sorry, Commander."

MG4 felt a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, don't feel sorry for it. If there's anything you don't understand, just tell me and I'll explain it to you one by one. Everyone has things they don't understand. If I didn't explain it to you clearly, it's my fault as the commander, not yours. You did a good job."

Jiang Han used his special attack skill, the Great Asasi Technique, and sank the MG4 in one blow. Her face turned red and she lowered her head without saying a word. Her voice also disappeared from the communication channel.

"Oh my, some men are so nasty..."

45 clicked his tongue and expressed his admiration for the behavior of Jiang Han, the tea art master.

"Sister 45, your operation was also perfect. Because of your accurate intelligence and excellent command, our operation was able to go so smoothly, allowing me to calm down and concentrate on managing the rear area. You and M4 have made great contributions to this."

As a veteran tea art master, how could he be thrown into disarray by such a provocation? He responded with heartfelt praise.

"Okay, stop talking. What are we going to do next?"

Our lovely sister 45 really couldn't defend it.

Volume 150: Chapter Chapter : Title

When Han Jijiu arrived at Jiangjiazhuangzi, the place was already bustling with people and a lively scene.

New Year's Eve is supposed to be a time for rest, with families staying at home to prepare for the New Year. However, the year was so bad that many hard-working people had to go out and do some small business on this day in order to provide more money for their families.

In recent days, the preferred trading location for many Yangzhou residents has shifted from the official market in Yangzhou City to the internal market in Jiangjia Village.

Although it is called a manor, the scale of Jiang Family Manor is no longer related to that of a farm. Tall brick factory buildings have sprung up, as well as winding roads. A large amount of limestone has been purchased and crushed into raw cement according to the proportions given by Jiang Han, and invested in the construction of these buildings. In addition, Jiang Han obtained a lot of land after destroying the local number one salt merchant, and he exchanged them for plots of land near the farm, and it is still expanding outward.

In order to exchange what they have with the outside world and facilitate management, a special area was set aside for some simple business activities. Things just grown in the fields, mountain products caught in the mountains, and some simple gadgets were all brought here. As time went by, it almost became a small market.

So why do people choose to do business here instead of going to the city?

It’s very simple, it can be summed up in one word: tax!

The management of this market requires manpower, time and resources to maintain. Under the small peasant economy, each village and town will have its own small market. These markets are often managed by local landlords, and while they pay resources for maintenance, they also collect certain taxes.

Logically speaking, this is all natural and nothing to be blamed, but the problem lies here. The low-level officials and landlords in the Ming Dynasty were not good people. The taxes decided by the government were not counted in their names. They had to list a series of taxes of their own. They collected taxes for entering the market, setting up stalls, buying things, and even drinking a sip of water in the market.

Anyway, what you are doing are all commercial activities, and being a businessman is a lowly profession. Even if I exploit you, you have nowhere to complain, and you feel even more at ease when you do it.

In comparison, Jiangjia Manor, which only charges 2% business tax on each transaction, is simply a good place like the Peach Blossom Spring. There is no need to worry about any messy taxes here. There are also sufficient guards in the manor who patrol the streets constantly, and there is no need to worry about thieves looting their goods. It is so comfortable for ordinary people to do business here.

But here, the common currency was not copper coins, but a currency that made the common people feel more at ease - food stamps.

As long as you have the food coupons in your hand, you can exchange them for an equal amount of food at the village office. The amount you write down is the amount you get. There is no need to worry that the copper coins in your hand may become worthless tomorrow. This makes many people boldly exchange their currency for these thin food coupons.

Subtly, an independent economic system is slowly taking shape.

Looking at the prosperous scene before his eyes, Han Jijiu even felt as if he had just passed through the entrance to the Peach Blossom Spring and came to another world. Compared with the people in the outside world who were pale, thin, listless, and dressed in tattered clothes, the farmers in Jiangjia Village were now well fed and warmly clothed, which was completely different.

The current situation made his hope of earning a fee a little greater. Han Jijiu tightened his cotton jacket and stepped forward to inquire.

But as luck would have it, when Han Jijiu went out, it was already close to noon. He went to the butcher in the city and took his time, and then was delayed on the way out of the city. Now it was already afternoon, and Han Jijiu soon discovered that all his work had been taken away.

You know, earning fees by writing Spring Festival couplets for others is a good business. How many poor scholars are craning their necks waiting for this. As early as the news was released by Jiangjiazhuang, these people were rushing here. As soon as the scholars met, the infighting began. You write in a formal and orderly manner, while I write in a free and elegant manner. You write a couplet with a blessing character attached, and I will give you an extra auspicious card. The infighting is so intense.

But during the New Year, who isn’t living for the sake of life?

He went to another house, but still got the result that the couplets had already been written by someone else. Han Jijiu felt extremely disappointed. The spark of hope that had been rising in his heart was extinguished like a stray dog ​​that came by the roadside, raised its hind legs and urinated on it.

"Hey, hey, hey, this...scholar, don't leave in such a hurry."

"Does the host have any other couplets to write?"

Is there hope again?

“No, that’s not the case.”

"excuse me"

"Don't be busy, don't be busy, I called you because I have something else to tell you."

Holding the scholar who was dejected again, the farmer pointed in a direction and said to the person in front of him.

"You, come now, every family must have finished writing couplets, but you go east along this road and turn two corners. The farm over there is recruiting scholars. It seems that if you solve a problem, you will be rewarded with a lot of food, cloth, meat and silver. If you want to make money, you might as well try it."

After hearing the farmer's description, Han Jijiu's first thought was that the owner of the farm might be organizing some kind of word puzzle or couplet activity, inviting scholars to come and buy horse bones for a large sum of money in order to become famous. No matter who gets the right answer and takes the prize, this achievement will surely spread through the streets and alleys, and the literati circle will also talk about this anecdote to each other, and the owner's goal of making his store famous will be achieved.

Generally speaking, this method is often used more by brothels. These brothels are just like talent agencies, they all promote their own girls. If there is a particularly good one, they will spend resources and, through such activities, let the girl's name spread in the literary circle, and she will often be labeled as a talented woman.

Han Jijiu only needed to think for a moment before he could come up with all these twists and turns. So the ancients were not stupid, it was just that the knowledge they had access to was too limited. They were all very smart.

Having said that, it seems that I have no other way to go now, but to go there. I hope it’s not a brothel or something like that. I don’t want to let my wife down at home during the New Year.

After walking a few steps, they arrived at the place. What made Han Jijiu very happy was that this place was set up in an open-air environment and was not a brothel. But the bad news was that quite a few people had already gathered here.

Han Jijiu was thinking of backing out in his heart, but when he thought of his family who were waiting for him at home, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward. He pushed through the crowd and got to the front. Only then did he see a wooden board inside the circle with a question written on it. Many people were standing by the side, thinking hard.

What was written on the board was: If you were the local official and a plague broke out in your jurisdiction, how would you respond?

A: Kill all the infected people and bury them in a centralized place.

B: The Ming Dynasty is blessed by God and is prosperous. There is no need to worry about it. The plague will fade away on its own.

C: Obtuse angle

Please answer.

Volume 151: Chapter Chapter : Answer

For many readers, this is a rather unexpected question. Not to mention that your question during the Chinese New Year cannot be considered positive and uplifting, it is somewhat unlucky, and the topic itself is not very high-brow, which surprised many readers.

Normally speaking, some shops outside, in order to gain fame and to create topics, mainly use couplets and poems to let scholars compete with each other in literary talent and show off their cultural heritage. But this shop is different. The questions are completely similar to the policy essays in the imperial examinations.

The topic of epidemic itself is a very practical proposition, so although it is unexpected, many people are pondering the answer.

Since there are only three options, from time to time you can see people going to the answer room behind the sign to submit their answers.

"In my opinion, A's answer is the best solution. Sacrificing some people, separating them, and burying them in a centralized place to isolate the pathogen will definitely minimize the harm of the epidemic."

A scholar spoke eloquently in front of several managers, who nodded silently: "Thank you for your answer. Please wait outside for a while, and we will announce the results of the activity later."

The scholar nodded slightly and turned away. Actually, he had a better answer in his mind, but since there were only three options, he didn't say it. However, in his opinion, it was just a small farm and the owner had no culture, so it was understandable that they could only think of such a solution. After all, they were not well-read people like them.

Seeing a person coming out, the doorman immediately shouted loudly: "Next!"

Another down-and-out scholar walked into the room, bowed to the stewards, and answered: "Option A is against the harmony of nature, option B has no solution at all, and the answer finally given by the host seems to be an antelope hanging a horn, which is hard to trace, but there must be some mysteries that we have not been able to understand, so I choose option C, the obtuse angle!"

After smiling and sending off another scholar, several stewards gathered together and whispered, "Old Zhang, this question doesn't seem like something you can come up with. What's going on? Tell us the truth!"

Manager Zhang shook his head and said, "Of course I can't come up with such a question. This question was raised by the boss in a lecture. I just moved it here. My brain is naturally not enough to deal with these scholars, but the boss's question is more than enough."

"Oh, no wonder you, an old wall lamp, are so confident. It turns out that you have your boss's questions as a basis. You are really cunning and sly as you get older."

"So, what is the answer to this question?"

Someone asked Manager Zhang curiously.

Manager Zhang stroked his beard and shook his head: "It is unspeakable, unspeakable."

"Hey, you old fool, you're still keeping me in suspense with this stolen question. Tell me now!"

After working together many times, the managers have established a very good relationship, and jokes like this are quite common.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you what I'm saying. Don't pull my clothes. They were newly sewn by my daughter-in-law..."

Faced with his colleagues' soft and hard persuasion and various threats, Manager Zhang had no choice but to say: "The true meaning of this question is..."

Han Jijiu looked at the question in front of him carefully with a frown. In fact, he had also thought seriously about how he would deal with it if an epidemic broke out in the Ming Dynasty if he were the local official.

It can be said that every scholar in the Ming Dynasty holds the dream of passing the imperial examination and governing a region. Naturally, they will imagine what they will do in the future. Of course, even if they don’t enjoy themselves, in the tavern, in the brothel, in the mountains and rivers, when a few friends get together to brag, they will also criticize the politics in the court and point out the current problems. What this adult did is really problematic. If it were me, what would I do...

Although in the restaurant there are often some weird comments like, "Brother, you are so high-spirited, why don't you pass the imperial examination?", "No way, no way, no one really thinks he can be on par with the university scholar", and then a group of scholars will fight.

Although there were many scholars in the Ming Dynasty, they were still quite martial. Even in the court, no one was happy with each other. There were several incidents of gang fights alone, not to mention all kinds of verbal battles during court sessions and even the real-life PK in the imperial city afterwards where the winner would be the king. It can only be said that they were full of martial virtues.

Although Han Jijiu was a scholar, he also had a heart of a top scholar. He was always deducing in his mind what measures he would take if he could become a local official.

Scholars like them who have climbed up from the bottom of society can better understand the hardships of the common people. Of course, some people struggle for the people's livelihood, but more of them struggle for their own wealth and glory. They want to pass imperial examinations, bid farewell to their poor past selves, no longer have to buy rice on credit, no longer have to read other people's faces, and few can resist the temptation of living a luxurious life as an official.

Looking at the three answers in front of her, Han Jijiu was in a dilemma. In her opinion, none of the three answers were good. Not to mention the obtuse angle, which was meaningless, the first answer was a lazy government move. It didn't think about governance or prevention. If the disease was caught, it would be buried. In this way, management would be simple, but how many families would be torn apart? It was really undesirable.

The second one is even more serious. It is extremely stupid to tie the names of millions of people to the illusory national destiny. If we have to rely on God all the time, then we humans might as well just lie down and wait for death. As the parents of the country, how can we be so lazy?

But in this case, all three answers are ruled out. Doesn't that mean there is no correct answer?

No, how can there be a question without a correct answer? How can someone who can think of such a question act in such a way? What is wrong...?

Ask for strategy...ask for strategy...strategy discussion...yes!

Han Jijiu suddenly understood something, "This question is a policy question, and it asks for the answerer's strategy. How can it limit the scope? I'm afraid the three options are just for..."

"The three options are meant to create confusion and confuse people. If these students answer the questions according to these three options, it means that their thinking is rigid and rigid. Such people are not easy to accept new things, and it is even more difficult to make them accept our ideas."

In the answering room, Manager Zhang talked freely.

"Secondly, there are actually several options for these three, but I have forgotten them after so many days. I only remember these three. The first one is lazy governance, which means those who do not care about the lives of the people below and just make a one-size-fits-all decision. Such people are not acceptable."

"The two are... I think they are called something like 'delivering express under Big Ben', putting it up there and sending it down there'. These are the original words of the boss. It doesn't make sense at first, and I'm not sure what Big Ben is either. But the general idea is that if the manager has no good plan and lets things develop on their own, pinning everything on something illusory, it will cause even more devastation to the lives of the people, so we must not accept them. As for the third one, it is prepared for those who are a little smart, but they are all just clever. These people are good at scheming, but they always have the advantage of being the only one sober while everyone else is drunk. We must not accept such people."

"In that case, then..."

Someone seemed to have thought of something

"That's right. Those who can put forward their own ideas and answer boldly show that they have flexible thinking, are unwilling to be lazy and unwilling to make changes, and at the same time have some courage and are willing to make changes for the people. These are the talents we really need!"

"Next person!"