207 [Kang character generation] (For the leader of the alliance, Huai Nanyue
After writing a letter to Chen Maosheng, Zhao Han sent a mass letter to all the mayors of the poor counties asking them to report on the situation of the mountain people.
The mayors of the town responded one after another, complaining that the mountain residents were not easy to manage.
Take Yongning County as an example. There are only three towns in the county. If the mayor visits the homes of mountain residents, he sometimes has to travel for a day or two one way. He basically relies on the village chiefs of each village for self-governance (the village chiefs are not paid.
It all depends on using love to generate electricity, otherwise it will drag the finances to collapse).
Moreover, it has been three months since we captured Yongning County, and the work of dividing the fields in the mountains has not yet been completed.
Looking at the report from Longquan County, the work of dividing the fields has also not been completed because the mountain roads are too difficult to walk.
Fortunately, the mountain people in these places are not as united as the Hakkas, and the contradiction between man and land is also more prominent. As long as the officials are sent to distribute the fields to them, the mountain people will support Zhao Han, and the missionary groups and farmers' associations will also be able to go smoothly.
develop.
After Zhao Han thought carefully, he wrote an article: "Government in the mountains is about paving the way."
This article was copied by secretaries and immediately sent to county and town officials.
The main job of the officials in the mountainous areas in the future is to organize the villagers to build roads. The road sections are divided into sections and divided into villages and towns. Each village is responsible for its own section, cultivating during busy hours and building roads during leisure hours.
Of course, the promotion of sweet potatoes and corn cannot be relaxed either.
Especially sweet potatoes, the mountainous areas are barren, and those things can keep farmers fed.
As for taxes, Zhao Han actually doesn't expect that the mountain people can support the local officials, and it is already good if the General Military Office does not allocate funds.
Zhao Han slowly walked back to the inner house and invited Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua to his house for dinner.
It was not yet evening, and the three of them were sitting in the courtyard drinking tea.
Zhao Han took out a piece of paper, handed it out and said, "The characters have been compiled. Let the two gentlemen take a look."
Pang Chunlai glanced at it and handed it to Li Banghua. Li Banghua glanced at it and handed it back to Zhao Han.
It's been more than half a year since my son was born, and he still hasn't given him a name.
Originally, Zhao Han chose one, but both Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua objected. This is the future prince, and the naming must be spiritual, because it will set corresponding rules for future descendants.
For example, Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son was named Zhu Biao, so all his sons had the character "木" next to them.
They asked Zhao Han to prepare the genealogy, and even participated in helping to formulate it, but Zhao Han rejected everything he came up with.
Now, Zhao Han has made a name for himself. The descendants of the past dynasties are ranked as follows: to help the world and the people, to govern the country and to stabilize the country. To provide for the rich and to help the poor, never forget the original intention. To be prosperous and prosperous, to cultivate internally and externally, to select talents and promote talents, and their way will be great.
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Li Banghua reminded: "Only thirty-two characters, is it too few?"
Zhao Han said with a smile: "I still think it's too much. It can pass down twenty emperors, and even if I die, I can wake up with a smile. Ming Taizu has many generations, how many can the Ming Emperor use?"
Li Banghua was speechless for a moment, he had never seen anything like this.
Not to mention the founder of the country, even an ordinary wealthy family will have a long list of names. Zhao Han is good, with only thirty-two characters, it seems that he thinks that his descendants will pass on the country for too long.
"It's better to add thirty-two more words." Pang Chunlai suggested.
Zhao Han shook his head and said: "To be able to pass it on for thirty-two generations would be ridiculous and proud of all previous dynasties. If it continues for thirty-two generations, then it is the ability of the descendants. It will not be too late for them to renew the contract when the time comes."
Zhao Han dipped his fingers in tea and wrote the name of his eldest son, Zhao Kuanghuan, on the stone table.
This name is also very particular. Zhao Han didn't want to be particular about it, but the ministers insisted on it.
Ming is the virtue of fire, and water can overcome fire, so it is destiny for Zhao Han to replace Ming Dynasty. Otherwise, why does the name contain Shuipian?
Water produces wood, so sons should bear the character wood.
Huan, big, mighty.
Zhao Kuanghuan, Zhao Kuanghuan... Li Banghua recited it twice, always feeling a little awkward. Fortunately, Zhao Han did not name his son Zhao Kuangyin.
Zhao Han was also very awkward. Do his descendants also need a periodic table of elements?
"Second brother, I'm back!"
Zhao Zhenfang jumped in with her schoolbag on her back.
When he saw Pang Chunlai, Li Banghua immediately bowed and saluted: "Mr. Pang, Mr. Li."
"Okay!" Pang Chunlai said happily.
Li Banghua sat with his hands clasped and did not stand up. He wanted to stand up before but was stopped several times by Zhao Han.
Zhao Han asked: "What did you learn today?"
Zhao Zhenfang stood behind her brother, lying on the back of the chair and said: "I learned arithmetic in the morning, and I have already mastered it. In the afternoon I practiced calligraphy, recited Tang poetry, and taught female celebrities."
"That's right, study hard." Zhao Han encouraged.
The girls' schools run by the gentry did not teach the Four Books and Five Classics, and Zhao Han did not force it. There were really not many female teachers who knew how to do that.
To be honest, the more Zhao Han studies Neo-Confucianism, the more he feels that Neo-Confucianism is profound and profound, and that its philosophical thoughts will influence China for hundreds of years. Even in the 21st century, many words and deeds of Chinese people have been subtly influenced by Neo-Confucianism without even realizing it.
Zhao Han did not intend to abolish Neo-Confucianism, but many contents had to be deleted.
At the same time, scientific ideas should also be introduced. From now on, scholars cannot be selected purely based on eight-part essays.
To be precise, it is not introduction, but inspiration and creation. Because the West is now in a mess, messing around with hammers and hammers. Newton had to wait until the year before Chongzhen hanged himself to be born.
Zhao Han wanted to re-edit the elementary school textbooks, but he was busy with military and political affairs all day long and had no time to do it himself. He was not satisfied with what the scholars had compiled.
Not long after, Xiyue came to call everyone to eat, and Fei Rulan had already set out the dishes and chopsticks.
Li Banghua sighed every time he saw it. Even in ordinary wealthy families, there are not many hostesses who personally set the dishes and chopsticks.
"Dong dong dong!"
"Come in!"
A military secretary from the Secretariat sent a translated secret letter despite the fact that Zhao Han was eating.
After reading this, Zhao Han immediately laughed and said: "Chongzhen has officially resumed supervising the army, and Gao Qiqian also got the title of 'director'."
Pang Chunlai and Li Banghua glanced at each other and said at the same time: "Congratulations to the town!"
Chongzhen recalled all eunuchs before, but later they only redeployed them on a small scale, and their power was not particularly great.
This year, the Tatars broke through the customs and left the capital with 180,000 plundered livestock, as well as many people and goods. They even put up a wooden sign on the edge of the Great Wall saying "Officials are free of charge."
As expected, the civil servants and generals did not dare to send him away, and sat back and watched the Qing army retreat calmly.
Chongzhen was stimulated and completely lost his trust in civil and military affairs. Not only did he re-send eunuchs, but the power of the eunuchs became even greater, reaching the peak of the entire Ming Dynasty!
Alas, the poor Ming Dynasty supervisors are already having a hard time doing their jobs, and they will have to be pointed out by the eunuchs in the future.
Li Banghua asked: "Has the eunuch army arrived in Jiangxi?"
"No," Zhao Han said with a smile, "I guess I just left Beijing and it will take another month or two to arrive."
Li Banghua was even more surprised. Zhao Han's spies were so powerful. The news had reached Ji'an Mansion before the eunuch left the capital.
In fact, it is not that mysterious. Before appointing eunuchs to supervise the army in various places, relevant news will spread quickly. The group of scholars in Fushe all quarreled, and they all clamored to go to Shu to stop them. After Yangzhou spies got the news, they immediately sent it to Jiujiang.
Jiujiang was then sent to Nanchang, where Xu Ying forwarded it to Zhao Han.
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"Cough cough cough cough..."
Zhu Xieyuan received the news one day later than Zhao Han. He lay in bed stupidly for a long time, and suddenly he couldn't stop coughing.
Your Majesty, you are confused!
In fact, whether to send eunuchs or not has nothing to do with Zhu Xieyuan, because he is extremely ill and now it is difficult to even get out of bed to eat.
"Supervisor, Mr. Wang would like to see you."
"Let him in."
Wang Tingzhen came to the hospital bed, cupped his hands and said, "Meet the supervisor."
"Sit down." Zhu Xieyuan said weakly.
After Wang Tingshi was captured, he was only held for half a month before being released. He claimed that he hid in an old friend's house, fell ill and recuperated, and then quietly escaped back to Nanchang Mansion.
Wang Tingzhen sighed and said: "Supervisor, after the last defeat, all the sons of good families were unwilling to join the army. It is impossible to recruit soldiers when he was born in the countryside late in life."
Zhu Xieyuan comforted him and said: "It's not your fault, it's my fault in commanding. I've already apologized to Shu and asked the Third Division of Jiangxi Province to recommend you for reinstatement. Why can't I just wait for the emperor's order slowly?"
Wang Tingshi glanced outside the door and whispered: "Supervisor, from Nanchang to Jiujiang, everyone is now afraid of the Zhao thieves. Even if we can recruit soldiers, it may be difficult to fight in the future. The officers and soldiers will definitely flee."
"Help me sit up." Zhu Xieyuan said.
Wang Tingshi hurriedly helped Zhu Xieyuan, holding the edge of the bed and sitting up with great difficulty.
The supervisor said: "In the battle of Fengcheng, all the officers and soldiers were lost, and there were no more usable soldiers in northern Jiangxi. If it were replaced by other bandits, I am afraid that they would have to expand massively, and they could conquer several mansions. But the Zhao bandits are heavy
If I can hold my anger, I just send people to form a farmers' association and wait until things are done. I can't find such rebels after searching through the history books. Their ambitions are very high. I don't have much time left. I am not afraid of being punished for my words. If the Ming Dynasty is great,
He who overthrows and conquers the world must be a thief!"
Wang Tingshi followed Zhu Xieyuan's wishes and said: "The Superintendent has high opinion that everything outside Nanchang Prefecture and Nanchang County is now in the hands of the Peasants' Association. Farmers and tenants have joined the Peasants' Association one after another, and even some poor scholars have been
I am bewitched by the Zhao thief. I will definitely not be able to harvest this year’s autumn grain.”
The collection date of autumn grain tax is from the harvest of autumn grain to before February of the following year.
When the peasant association developed, officials in the city did not dare to go out and hid in prefectures and county towns.
The big landowners did not dare to stop the Peasants' Association. In fact, in the Battle of Fengcheng, the officers and soldiers suffered a terrible defeat. They were afraid that if they attacked the Peasants' Association, they would be liquidated by Zhao Han in the future, which would result in the destruction of their entire clan.
Nowadays, rumors are flying all over the sky. Some say that Zhao Han knows magic, some say that Zhao Han descends from the stars, and some say that Zhao Han is a slave of the Fei family in Qianshan.
In order to hide his identity as much as possible, Zhao Han also sent people to spread rumors. Sometimes he said that he was a slave of a certain tribe in Jishui, sometimes he said that he was a son of a certain tribe in Le'an, sometimes he said that he was a son of a merchant from a certain tribe in Fuzhou, and sometimes he said that he was actually a private citizen.
Salt seller.
There were too many rumors and the government was unable to determine the truth, so they were too lazy to track down Qianshan Fei.
At this moment, Fei Yinghuan is still serving as the magistrate of Fujian.
Wang Tingshi said in a low voice: "Ding Kuichu, the political envoy to the left, has been ill for several days. I am afraid that this person will hang up his seal and leave."
Zhu Xieyuan remained silent, and even the chief envoy was frightened. Can Jiangxi be saved?
Wang Tingshi took out another booklet, handed it over and said, "Superintendent, this is a recently circulated anti-thief book."
Zhu Xieyuan opened it and was completely speechless.
"Records of Female Generals of Datong".
It contains one hundred and eight female missionaries, from their names to their resumes, written clearly.
If "The Collection of Datong" is for readers, then this book is specifically for women.
