It is very easy to formulate a policy, but difficult to implement it.

It's like an ordinary person watching Liu Xiang hurdle. His brain memorizes the steps, strategies, and movements, but his hands and feet can't keep up.

The imperial court decided to curb slaves. The previous slave rebellion in Shaoxing, Zhejiang was just a reminder that slaves were legally equal to ordinary people.

But if you think about it with your own feet, you will know that the implementation will definitely be full of loopholes, and there will even be few people who will actually implement it.

So generally speaking, in the middle and late stages of the dynasty, unless there is a major change that affects life and death and unites most of the bureaucrats, it will be difficult to change easily.

Take Wang Anshi's reform, he did not start the reform impulsively, but planned to cultivate bureaucrats himself from the beginning, such as changing the imperial examination and implementing the Sanshe method to accumulate talents for the reform.

In view of the shortcomings of the imperial examination, which determines victory or defeat in one test, a three-level system of county school, state school, and imperial school was implemented. From the local to the central government step by step, official positions were determined by the results of the schools.

It sounds fair, as a public school means you don't have to worry about food and drink, but in fact, due to its general operation of defeating monsters and upgrading, the complicated process breeds a lot of trouble.

As a result, the Sanshe Dharma was abolished after twenty years of implementation.

It is a pity that talents have not yet matured, and the hasty reforms without the support of our own people have completely changed the local situation.

Good governance turns into harsh governance.

In this way, Song Shenzong lay flat and died, and Wang Anshi went to the field.

Zhu Yixi came from a later generation and naturally knew this very well.

Therefore, he passed the provincial examination, filled up the officialdom, and took the lead in carrying out reforms in the rotten north.

The South maintains a large number of officials from the former dynasty, so it is natural to be cautious and skeptical.

Sending imperial envoys became the best method.

Different from the previous ones, the person who served as the Imperial Envoy this time was Feng Rui, the Minister of Civil Affairs. In the vast south, almost no one dared to compete with him.

"Okay!" Feng Rui pinched and called: "The Jin Yiwei is extraordinary. If you have made great achievements, I will report to the emperor."

Du Bing bowed his hands and stepped back, with no joy on his face.

"Why, Dong Weng is not happy?" the staff on the side asked curiously.

"The reputation of the factory has once again spread in the south, although it is said to be for the imperial court..."

Feng Rui felt helpless that Jin Yiwei brought Cheng Yuan back so easily.

The Cheng family is also a wealthy family in Shanghai. It is said that they have hundreds of servants and slaves, and their family is extremely wealthy.

Moreover, he was still a member of the imperial family, and with his fame and honor, Jin Yiwei took it back like a fly, without any hindrance.

This shows its great reputation.

Du Bing returned to Qianhu Office and met Qianhu Tangfu.

This Qianhu had participated in the incident of arresting three princes in Jiujiang Prefecture, and was extremely senior.

"How is it?" Tang Fu said calmly.

"All the people and evidence have been brought back." Du Bing said softly: "The local government also knows about it now."

"That's good." Tang Fu drank tea and said softly: "We Jin Yiwei should not get involved in too many literati affairs."

"Yes!" Du Bing handed over his hand and felt that he had to retreat.

When Tang Fu saw him leaving, his eyes flashed with light.

Different from the previous Zhejiang Slave Transformation, it was too abrupt and Jin Yiwei had no sense of involvement at all.

But this time it was different. With the imperial edict, His Majesty's will, and the imperial envoy's request, the entire Jiangnan region could not escape at all.

A slave has a good record, and to harm a slave is to harm an ordinary person.

Who among the Jiangnan gentry can resist?

The smart ones handed over the slave deed and changed it to employment.

And those stubborn ones are naturally Jin Yiwei's sword ghosts.

"Not bad!" Tang Fu felt that the aftermath of this incident was definitely not small, and Jin Yiwei could definitely make contributions and gain benefits.

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In early May, just after the Dragon Boat Festival, the Forbidden City became busy, carrying a large number of things, the emperor's concubines, and civil and military officials, and moved again.

Yuquan Summer Resort.

After Jia Dai's death, he hurriedly returned home, took off his armor, and then the steaming heat dissipated.

"Iced sour plum soup?" Looking at his younger brother holding a bowl of cold soup, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he grabbed it and drank it down.

At this time, Jia Daishan, who had just learned to walk at the age of three, immediately started crying loudly.

Mrs. Jia on the side couldn't laugh or cry: "I started making a fuss as soon as I got home. I can't bear it for a while. How can I short-change you?"

"Mom, it's too hot today, I can't wait any longer." Jia Daihua shook his head, then smiled and said, "My brother's soup tastes better."

As he said that, he held him in his arms, and the latter chuckled.

"Dad hasn't come back yet?"

After teasing for a while, Jia Daihua turned around and asked.

"Your father is in the military camp and will never come back until the sun goes down. How is he like you, who works three shifts and is very leisurely and happy?"

"Mom, it's not easy for me to stand on patrol for three or four hours every day." Jia Daihua had no choice but to complain.

"Work hard and don't slack off."

At this time, my six or seven-year-old sister ran out, wearing a small skirt, not to mention how lively she was.

"Brother, eldest brother -" Seeing her younger brother in her arms, she immediately became unhappy and muttered: "Why is the third child so ignorant? The eldest brother just came back!"

"You are the only one who is sensible." Jia Daihua touched his little head.

The family was chatting and laughing, otherwise a servant came to report: "Madam, Master, someone from the Civil Information Bureau said it was a letter from Mr. Wang."

Mr. Wang refers to Wang Qing, who leads the troops in Chahar.

The so-called Civil Letter Bureau, that is, a private letter bureau, is a private postal agency. It was pioneered by Ningbo businessmen in the south. It was established during the Yongle period. At first, it was just Ningbo businessmen from the same village who sent letters and parcels to each other. Later, it spread to other people.

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Compared with the inn system, its private operation requires fees and is slow, but its biggest feature is that it collects money to do things.

It's not like an inn, it can only be transmitted by the official.

Shaowu Reform Station only receives officials, messengers, and delivers official documents. Private messages from other officials are no longer delivered, saving a lot of resources.

At the same time, due to the vacancy in the official market, the Civil Information Bureau developed rapidly and began to spread throughout the world.

When Jia Daihua saw the stamp, he knew it was for his father, so he didn't read it.

While chatting, a servant came to report: "Madam, the master and Mr. Shi are back together."

"Tell the servants to prepare two more dishes." Mrs. Jia turned her head and ordered, then stood up with a smile to greet her.

"Brothers and sisters are nagging." Shi Jinbao saw several members of the Jia family, glanced at Jia Dai incarnate emphatically, and then said with a smile:

"I don't want to come, but old Jia Fei wants to drag me here."

"Don't come here to see your son-in-law. Look how strong he is."

Jia Yan laughed, and the two walked side by side to the living room.

Jia Daihua felt ashamed, lowered his head slightly, and called uncle.

"If there is no good wine today, I can't forgive you."

Shi Jinbao laughed.

As he said that, he looked at Jia Daihua.

This is true, the purpose of this trip is for this son-in-law.

Jia Daihua is now an imperial guard, with the rank of sixth grade official. Once he is released, he will be a camp official, and his future is limitless.

Now he is seventeen years old, he is strong and hard-working, and he is more than enough to be a son-in-law.

Of course, the fact that both families are viscounts and that they are well-matched is also an important reason.

"You are no better than others in the palace. You are cautious, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, and you have survived like this for two years."

Shi Jinbao said softly: "Don't mention anything else, just one camp is definitely more than enough."

"Yes, you are right." Jia Daihua could only deal with it.

The palace was peaceful, with the emperor and empress sitting in charge, and there was basically nothing to worry about.

Only the most difficult part was endured.

Patrolling, standing guard, guarding, and having to take martial arts tests from time to time, it was tedious and busy.

"Do you have any ideas?"

Shi Jinbao cared more about his son-in-law than Jia Yan.

"Uncle, I am now a second-class imperial guard. If I continue to move up the ranks, I can only be a first-class guard. There are not many in the entire inner court. I am a carrot and a pit."
To be continued...