Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

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Ding Yanwen looked at Chen Mo, sighed and said: "The past two days when Editor Chen came home, I was almost exhausted. Fortunately, you came back to take over this mess, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll wipe it all by myself. neck."

Chen Mo, who is a veteran in the officialdom, naturally knows that Ding Yanwen's words are nothing more than expressing how much he thinks of him, just listen to it, and don't take it too seriously.

Daming is so big, apart from Emperor Chongzhen, there is no one who will cause trouble if he leaves - in fact, there will not be any big problems if he leaves Emperor Chongzhen.

First of all, he thanked Ding Yanwen for his praise and respect, and said that he would do his best for the newspaper. After that, Chen Mo thought about it and said, "I don't know where to focus right now?"

Ding Yanwen chuckled and said: "Yesterday, a note from the chief inspector asked this newspaper to shorten the publishing time, change the semi-monthly publication to once a week, and make preparations for a daily publication in the future."

Chen Mo was a little confused.

Before I came out, it was still a semi-monthly magazine. Why did it change to a weekly magazine just after one day?Return the journal?Even if you have made the content of this thing, how do you send it to other places?

However, being imprisoned in Jinyiwei for 14 years made Chen Mo realize a truth - as long as the things that Emperor Chongzhen confessed were done well, the rest was left alone.

As for the notes issued by the Supervisor of Ceremonies, they can basically be ignored. Even the role of the cabinet has almost returned to its original form, and the eunuchs of the Supervisor of Ceremonies will not be able to make any fuss.

Seeing Chen Mo's response, Ding Yanwen continued: "The most important thing right now is the renovation of the imperial city and the laying of the railway. There is nothing else. You have been in charge of this aspect for 14 years. Trust me you know what to do."

After finishing speaking, Ding Yanwen pointed to a small room next to him and said: "In that room are the father-in-laws of Jinyiwei and Naihangchang. It's good to let them read the newspaper after it comes out, and don't need to pay attention to other things. If there is anything, they will naturally be responsible for it."

Seeing that Ding Yanwen had already found someone to take the blame, Chen Mo was also determined.

Making newspapers outside is not the same concept as making newspapers inside the imperial prison. After it is completed inside the imperial prison, the Jin Yiwei will immediately review it. If you write carelessly outside, you may cause trouble to your upper body.

It's all right now, with Jin Yiwei and the eunuchs from the Expert Factory watching here, it can basically represent the meaning of Emperor Chongzhen, or someone has already taken the blame, so everything is much more worry-free.

Just do what you say, everything that Chen Mo saw before was what Jin Yiwei let him see, now Chen Mo plans to go out and take a look by himself, to see what this Daming has become.

The construction site at Dongpianmen is in full swing, and it is also Chen Mo's first stop.

Just arrived at the construction site of Dongpianmen, Chen Mo found two completely different scenes.

The barbarians who are obviously not the people of the Ming Dynasty are a group of people. These people wear simple clothes, and they wear masks that are not useful. They are paving the road with black oilstone. From time to time, some people cough or straighten their waists Take a break, and then sink back into the coolies.

There are also some Dongying Japanese slaves patrolling the entire construction site with whips in their hands. They wear thicker clothes than these barbarians. Even though it is almost May and the weather is already hot, the Japanese slave supervisors also wear extremely thick clothes. , The mask I wear is also thicker.

These Japanese slave supervisors patrolled the entire construction site. If they saw someone being lazy or not working hard, the whip in their hands would be unceremoniously whipped over, often tearing the skin and flesh of the person without stopping.

A little farther away is another construction site, where the workers are obviously wearing the thickest clothes, and the masks are also extremely thick, and the supervisors are no longer Japanese slaves, but servants from Shuntian Prefecture. If they see these people being lazy, they don’t care. Mostly just laugh and scold a few times.

Chen Mo walked back and forth on the construction site, and no one took care of him. The officials in Shuntian Mansion were too lazy to take care of him. This kind of guy who looks like an official came out of nowhere. One more thing is worse than one less thing. Whatever he looked at, there was no secret anyway.

As for the Japanese slave supervisors, they didn't dare to come and take care of them at all - it was Daming's business how Daming's masters swayed on the construction site, and Daming's masters didn't care, so why did he have to work hard?

Walking around on the construction site, Chen Mo has been observing silently, taking out a charcoal pencil from time to time to write down a few words on the paper, then keep shaking, and keep looking, no one bothers him until it gets dark in the evening down.

Those Ming people started to pack their tools one by one, and left the construction site in twos and threes. Even if someone occasionally passed by Chen Mo's side, they just looked at them curiously.

As for the construction site where the barbarians were, they were still busy, and they didn't call it a day until it was completely dark.

The Yamen servants of Shuntian Mansion have noticed this strange man since Chen Mo just appeared on the construction site, and they have been too lazy to pay attention to him before, but now that it is dark and they still don't leave, the Yamen servants can't help but come over.

After looking up and down at Chen Mo in the dim light, the servant of Shuntian Mansion opened his mouth and said, "Identification?"

Chen Mo took out the sign edited by the editor-in-chief of Da Ming Daily from his pocket and handed it to the yamen servant for inspection, the yamen servant bowed his hands and ignored Chen Mo.

The yamen servants of Shuntian Mansion also left, those barbarian laborers were also taken away, and the Japanese slave supervisors also left. As for the people of Daming, they had already left completely. Only then did Chen Mo let out a long breath of turbidity in his chest. Slowly headed home.

Everything I saw today was beyond my expectations.

In fact, all of this is a hundred times, a thousand times, or more cruel than what I saw through Jin Yiwei's intelligence.

The entire construction site looks orderly, but in fact it is distinguished by layers of crowd levels, and then each level will automatically suppress downwards in order to maintain their own privileges.

The first level is naturally the Ministry of Railways, the Shuntian Mansion and the officials. They represent the emperor and the government. They are naturally at the highest level, and they are supported by the Ming people in the second level, and the Japanese slave supervisors in the third level. awe.

In this class division, there is no need for the first class and the second class to take the initiative to do anything. The Japanese slave supervisors of the third class will actively bully the barbarian laborers of the fourth class for their own benefit.

And among the barbarian laborers of the fourth class, another ridiculous situation appeared.

In order to have an extra steamed bun or an extra piece of meat even when eating, some people will think about expressing themselves in exchange for a good impression with the supervisor.

For the rest of the workers, what they hate the most is those who perform better, they are also workers but their treatment is a bit better, followed by Japanese slave supervisors.

As for the first class and the second class, these workers don't even have a trace of hatred, some are just endless envy, or dream about when they can mix into the third class.

I don't know who came up with this terrible class division. The entire Dongpianmen construction site is like this, and it must be similar to other places.

After writing for a long time, Chen Mo suddenly shivered, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then burned up the written content, and wrote another article that has nothing to do with it. Mostly to praise the harmony on the construction site, as well as the dedication of the workers...

Shaking his head, Chen Mo drove all the thoughts out of his head - not only can't write about some things, but he can't even think about them.

It was hard for him to get out of Jinyiwei's imperial prison, if he died at this juncture, it might not be as simple as entering the imperial prison again.

Chen Mo was watching the construction site, and Jin Yiwei was watching Chen Mo.

After listening to the spy's report, Guan Bu lightly skimmed off the froth in the teacup with the lid, and said with a smile: "Let's watch it slowly, and watch it for a few months. If there is no problem, don't worry about him. gone."

These literati are troublesome. They have to go to the construction site to spend a whole day in a daze. Isn't there something wrong with it?Gewu is so grid?

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Four days later, as soon as the sky brightened, the entire Caishikou and several nearby streets began to be crowded with people.

People in the capital had read too much about Ling Chi, but they were actually not very interested. What the people were interested in was the people who were Ling Chi this time, the last few slaves.

It was still the same execution platform, the same executioners, and the same old process of Ling Chi, and the people of Ming Dynasty watched it with great interest.

As early as a few days ago, the government had posted a notice saying that the last few slaves would be delayed.

Although most of these common people were illiterate, they couldn't bear the fact that they had sons at home. After the sons went to social school, most of them could stumble through the reports and read them, and they didn't have to be ashamed to ask others.

It wasn't until this time that the people of Ming Dynasty truly realized the benefits of reading.

Not only was the little girl in the family able to read the notice, but she even discovered something related to her family in another notice.

Starting from the 15th year of Chongzhen, all farmers' taxes will be exempted, and each household will pay a certain amount of public grain. As for the amount, we still need to wait for the announcement of the Ministry of Households.

This also means that, except for the public grain, as long as the grain grown is kept for oneself instead of being sold, the grain is all owned by the family, and there is no need to pay a penny of tax.

As for taking food out to sell?

When I am stupid?It has only been a few years of good times and you are thinking about selling grain?I won't sell it when I use it to make wine, so how can I let the government take advantage of it?

Facing their "incomparably wise" old people, these literate children were dumbfounded.

The commercial tax is charged for the sale of these grains, and the wine tax is charged when the wine is brewed. The wine tax is many times higher than the grain tax. Who gets the best and who loses?