Chapter 92: Zhu Wus magical propaganda policy! A model drama for local tyrants!
"This is how to do?!
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"It's broken, it's broken! Those officials of the feudal lords have the power to report to the emperor, and we can't suppress them."
Bolu and Fan Yao suddenly lost their composure.
"My lords, we must deal with these hidden dangers as soon as possible before the imperial envoys arrive." Liu Bowen said.
Although these vassal officials were not as powerful as Bolu and Fan Yao in rank and power, most of them came from Mongolian nobles or Semu nobles, and they were among the most trusted people by the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasty.
If they detect something and report it, it will definitely be a big deal that will kill them.
"Then what should we do?" Fan Yao suddenly panicked.
Those people were all Mongolian Taijun and Semu Er Taijun. He, a third-class northern Han, couldn't suppress them, even if he had a higher official position, there was nothing he could do.
We really have to count on Bolu, a genuine Mongolian, to make up his mind on this matter.
Bolu gritted his teeth, thought hard, and finally made a strong decision.
"These people have bad consciences. They don't know how hard we have worked for Dayuan to save Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces and Jiqing Mansion, but they are still thinking of plotting against me. We really can't keep them!" Bolu said viciously.
"What do you mean, sir??" Fan Yao was immediately surprised.
Those are all Mongolian Taijun and Semu Er Taijun!
"Can't stay!"
Bolu then looked at Liu Bowen and said in a deep voice.
"Bo Wen, I need to trouble you to find Zhu Han and ask him to do another favor."
Liu Bowen quickly asked: "Sir, how can I help?"
Bolu smiled slightly, "I will send these generals and officers of these vassals to inspect the Shazikou River defense another day. Then they are suddenly attacked by red scarf thieves. All of them sacrificed their lives for the country and repaid Dayuan with their lives."
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Since the words have been spoken so clearly, there is naturally nothing Liu Bowen does not understand.
"Okay, sir, don't worry, I'll go to the state again when I'm off the post!" Liu Bowen said.
Bolu seemed to have thought of something and said quickly.
"Tell Zhu Han again that his help this time will not be in vain. I, Bolu, am also a person who pays attention to credibility. After the event is completed, I will have ten boats of silk and satin prepared as a reward."
Liu Bowen nodded, "Don't worry, sir, I understand."
Fan Yao, Zuocheng of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, heard this and was secretly speechless.
How could Bolu Pingzhang, who was so loyal to Dayuan, become like this? He openly plotted against his colleagues in the imperial court, used the help of red scarf thieves to eradicate dissidents, and embezzled the imperial court's treasury kickbacks. He was truly a traitor!
However, he is such a traitorous minister.
Now, he has been promoted and given a knighthood.
I, a little treacherous minister, also became rich after being promoted.
"It seems that only by being a treacherous minister can you get promoted and make a fortune. Sooner or later, the Great Yuan Dynasty will be over." Fan Yao couldn't help but think in his heart.
Except the state.
When Liu Bowen came to Chuzhou again, he was already familiar with the road.
Xu Da, who was stationed in Liuhe, simply sent a group of soldiers to escort Liu Bowen to Chuzhou City.
As soon as he entered Chuzhou City, Liu Bowen saw that the city was very lively.
Many people gathered in the streets and alleys, as if they were watching something.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Liu Bowen grabbed a young man and asked.
The young man was anxious to watch the excitement and said without looking back.
"The traitors and dogs are parading through the streets, it's so lively!"
After saying that, he threw away his hand and ran away with a puff of cigarette.
"Dogs and traitors parade around the streets?"
Liu Bowen was puzzled. When he came to the gate of the government office and saw the notice posted, he understood.
"The Red Scarf Army actually has such courage. This is to create another group of die-hard loyalists!"
Liu Bowen looked at the notice and immediately realized its meaning.
When Liu Bowen entered the government office and saw Zhu Han, he explained his purpose of coming.
Zhu Han was also very happy with this request.
"Haha, no problem. Anyway, the officials killed by Meng Yuan have added to the prestige of our Red Scarf Army. Even if I don't have the silk that Bolu promised, I can still agree." Zhu Han said with a smile.
After the matter was completed smoothly, Liu Bowen naturally did not stay much and left Chuzhou on the same day.
However, when he was leaving, he carefully read the notice posted on the site saying, ‘Crack down on local tyrants to allocate their fields’, and silently memorized it.
"The Red Scarf Army not only wants to kill the Tartars, but it also wants to destroy the foundation of the gentry!"
Liu Bowen himself was considered a member of the gentry, so he inevitably began to feel a little uneasy.
Zhu Han no longer cared about Liu Bowen's visit again.
It was nothing more than a sneak attack to kill a few Meng Yuan officials. There was no need to take action personally. It was enough for Xu Da to send a battalion of elites.
Anyway, when the time comes, Pingzhang Bolu of Jiangsu and Zhejiang will definitely help secretly.
What Zhu Han is most concerned about right now is the current campaign to allocate land to local tyrants.
Zhu Han understood that this battle against local tyrants to divide their land was definitely not just about killing people and dividing their land. It also had to establish legitimacy in the hearts of the people.
"Then what should we do?" Chen Baodao asked.
Zhu Han thought about it for a while, but he didn't have any good ideas.
The people in those villages don't have much faith in the government, and they even more believe in the reputation of the elders of their clan.
However, most of this group of people are powerful landlords.
How can they say anything good?
"You don't need to worry about these things for now. Go kill the people first and then divide the land. I will figure out the rest." Zhu Han said.
"Yes, sir!" Chen Baodao said quickly.
Zhu Han thought about it in the government office for a long time, but he couldn't think of any good way to fight against the slanderous gossips of the sage elders.
He felt bored staying in the government office, so he changed into casual clothes and took Hu Yiba and other guards out for a walk.
Except for Zhoucheng, there is no crisis like the previous war at this time.
Many merchants and common people from surrounding state capitals fled to Chuzhou City to escape the war.
Therefore, the city is becoming more and more prosperous.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhu Han and others were walking on the street, looking at the endless stream of people around them, and couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
"These people can live and work in peace and contentment, and it is indispensable for my contribution! If the Meng Yuan invasion had not been repelled, they might have been turned into corpses by the Meng Yuan massacre."
Just as Zhu Han was sighing, he suddenly heard a burst of noisy gongs and drums.
All the men, women, and children on the street were rushing in that direction.
"Hey, are you still parading on the street?" Zhu Han was confused for a while.
"Sir, this is not a parade, it's a troupe!" Hu Yiba stretched his neck and said.
Zhu Han kicked Hu Yiba and said, "Please be careful with your title!"
Hu Yiba quickly bowed his hands and said, "Okay, young master!"
"Let's go and watch a variety show!" Zhu Han said.
Nowadays, the most common things on the streets are commentary and opera.
Pingyuan Shu is no different from the storytellers of later generations. What they pay attention to is the ups and downs of the story.
The opera is different. It can be said to be all-encompassing. Men and women, princes and generals can all be performed vividly by them.
Zhu Han and others finally squeezed into the crowd and saw the troupe inside.
I saw three or five men and women wearing shabby costumes in an open space, singing with the support of a few musical instruments.
They sang in the local dialect of Chuzhou, which Zhu Han could probably understand.
It's nothing more than the stories of some talented men and beautiful women.
However, it was such a clichéd story that all the people listened attentively.
Many people in tattered clothes even shed tears for the characters in the opera because they were so engrossed in listening to it, or laughed empathetically.
"It's not interesting, it's too cliché." Zhu Han couldn't help complaining in his heart.
Those members of the troupe in the middle were obviously not very high-level, and many of the allusions they sang were wrong.
However, even this did not affect the enthusiasm of the people watching.
Even when Zhu Han saw Hu Yiba and other soldiers, he stretched his neck and listened attentively.
Looking at their postures, if Zhu Han encountered an assassination attempt, he would probably not be able to detect it.
"Hey, by the way, since you love to listen to sideshows so much, why not make up some new sideshows to promote your administrative strategies!"
Zhu Han suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
Zhu Han immediately became happy when he thought of this method.
The singing voices of those dirty vaudeville artists are no longer so unpleasant.
"Hu Yiba."
Zhu Han shouted.
"Master, what are your orders?"
Hu Yiba asked quickly. He couldn't help but glance at the troupe a few more times.
"How many of these troupes do we have in the city?" Zhu Han asked.
"What, are you going to listen to the show?" Hu Yiba suddenly became energetic.
If Zhu Han likes to listen to opera, then Hu Yiba, as one of the leaders of the soldiers, will naturally be able to follow him and benefit from it every day.
"You local traitor, why should I report to you?" Zhu Han scolded with a smile.
"No, no, sir, I just wanted to ask." Hu Yiba said quickly.
"Tell me, how many opera troupes are there near Chuzhou?" Zhu Han asked.
In addition to the hundreds of thousands of people living near the prefecture, one or two opera troupes will definitely not be enough.
Hu Yiba thought about it carefully, and then said: "Master, if I want to talk about troupes, this Jixiang troupe in front of me is the best, and there are probably three or four other troupes in total.
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"What, so few?" Zhu Han frowned.
This was far beyond his expectation.
Compared with Haozhou and other Huaixi areas in the north, Chuzhou is a geomantic treasure land and can be considered a prosperous place.
Why are there only so many troupes?
"Master, I just heard that there were many opera troupes near Chuzhou, but because they were afraid of the war, they all went to the south of the Yangtze River," Hu Yiba said.
"It turns out that it happened in such a short time. If you put it that way, there should be quite a few opera troupes in Jiangnan." Zhu Han suddenly thought about it again.
It's nothing more than a few opera troupes. If Liu Bowen asked Meng Yuan to ask for some opera troupes from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, it would be effortless.
"Hu Yiba, did you just say that this team is called the Jixiang Team?" Zhu Han asked again.
"Yes, young master, I am very familiar with the auspicious class!" Hu Yiba said with a smile.
"Okay, then go and tell the class leader to come to the government office after work, and I will arrange a new job for them!" Zhu Han said.
"Okay, Master!"
Hu Yiba happily took over this task.
Zhu Han plans to use this auspicious class to test the waters first. After all, it is a brand new method and needs to be tempered first to meet his own requirements.
After returning to the government office, Zhu Han thought again.
"If you want to use vaudeville to promote the New Deal, you have to write and perform a vaudeville with a new plot. I have ideas, but I don't know how to write such a script!"
Zhu Han was in trouble for a while.
When it comes to the story about conquering local tyrants to divide their land, Zhu Han has a lot of money in his stomach.
I remember stories like the chicken crowing Zhou Papi in the middle of the night, the bully landlord Liu Wencai, the white-haired girl and Huang Shiren, etc. I remember them very clearly.
But if they were written to echo the miscellaneous operas that people loved to see in the late Yuan Dynasty, it would be a bit beyond Zhu Han's level.
"It seems we need to find some scholars."
As soon as Zhu Han came up with this idea, he immediately thought of a suitable candidate.
Although he had some hesitation in his heart, he still decided to use this person.
"Someone, go and find Hu Weiyong for me!" Zhu Han said.
The soldiers outside the door immediately took the order and went down.
Hu Weiyong was exactly the Ming Dynasty Prime Minister Hu Weiyong who was personally executed by Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, implicating tens of thousands of people.
However, Hu Weiyong today is just an ordinary scholar. Because of Li Shanchang's recommendation, he joined the Red Scarf Army not long ago.
Zhu Yuanzhang led the main force to Yingzhou and met Hu Weiyong in Dingyuan City. He felt that this scholar was prudent and proper and could be sent to Zhu Han as a counselor on official documents.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After a while, Hu Weiyong, dressed in Confucian robes, walked in quickly with small steps.
"My subordinate Hu Weiyong, I have met the pacifier!" Hu Weiyong said respectfully as soon as he entered the door.
It has been several days since he came to Chuzhou from Dingyuan City. When he first came here, he only met Zhu Han once, and then he seemed to have received a cold reception. He sat in the official room for two or three days in a row.
There is no errand arrangement for myself.
Before coming to Chuzhou, Hu Weiyong was enthusiastic and ready to show off his talents in Chuzhou.
Who would have expected that I would receive such a cold reception after arriving.
Hu Weiyong didn't know what made Zhu Han unhappy, and he had no way to find anyone to ask. He could only continue to sit on his own bench.
Therefore, when he heard Zhu Han summoned him today, he immediately came full of surprises.
Hey, I, Hu Weiyong, have so much talent that I can’t hide it!
"Well, Senator Hu, you've been here for a few days. How are you familiar with Chuzhou's affairs?" Zhu Han asked blankly.
Zhu Han was somewhat conflicted about Hu Weiyong.
In terms of ability, if you can reach the prime minister level under Zhu Yuanzhang, you definitely have no shortage of ability.
However, Hu Weiyong obviously has a temper that goes wild when he succeeds. If he is allowed to get ahead, there will be trouble in the future.
"Reporting to your lord, in the past few days, I have read through all the household registration, land acres, financial and taxation, water conservancy and commercial documents in addition to the state. I basically have a clear understanding of it, and I can relieve your lord of your worries." Hu Weiyong
Said respectfully.
Ever since he met Zhu Han, Hu Weiyong had always been cautious and cautious. He had never looked down upon Zhu Han because of his young age.
Hu Weiyong is very smart. At such a young age, he is able to sit in the second place in the Red Scarf Army. It is definitely not because of Zhu Yuanzhang's younger brother status, but more because of his terrifying achievements and methods.
"Oh, what you said is a bit exaggerated." When Zhu Han heard this, he immediately didn't believe it.
It has only been a few days, but you, Hu Weiyong, dare to boast that you know everything about the money and food affairs of the state government?
You, Hu Weiyong, are almost blowing up the reputation of Chuzhou.
Facing Zhu Han's doubts, Hu Weiyong was still confident.
"Sir, Hu doesn't dare to brag. If you don't believe me, feel free to ask!"
"Okay, then I'll test you."
Zhu Han immediately asked a few questions about household registration and money and grain inventory.
No matter which question it was, Hu Weiyong always answered it fluently. Even if there were details that he couldn't explain clearly, he could still give a general outline.
When Zhu Han heard the nods, he couldn't help but secretly thought: This Hu Weiyong really has a lot of abilities. No wonder he was able to become the person who succeeded Li Shanchang as Prime Minister in history. It seems that he has to make good use of this talent.
For Zhu Han, the threat of the prime minister's excessive power was still far away.
Furthermore, Zhu Han had enough confidence that Hu Weiyong would not be able to have any objections when the time came.
"Okay, that's right. Counselor Hu is indeed a talent." Zhu Han praised with a smile.
Hu Weiyong was overjoyed, but his face looked indifferent.
"Thank you sir, Hu just read a few more days of documents." Hu Weiyong said quickly.
He already understood in his heart that no matter what the reason was before, he had already made a name for himself here as Zhu Han, and he would no longer sit on the bench, and his future had begun.
Sure enough, Zhu Han's subsequent words made Hu Weiyong even more happy.
"Senior Hu is well-read in poetry and books, and he is well versed in practical matters. He is a rare talent. I happen to have a very important task, and I am afraid it must be you!" Zhu Han said.
Hu Weiyong took a deep breath and quickly thanked Zhu Han: "Thank you for your appreciation. Hu will definitely do his best to complete it!"
"Okay, with your words, I feel more at ease." Zhu Han said with a smile.
"Sir, I don't know what kind of mission you can give to your subordinates?" Hu Weiyong continued to ask.
"Write a script!" Zhu Han said seriously.
When Hu Weiyong heard this, he almost suspected that something was wrong with his ears!
"Sir, I am a stupid official. I didn't hear you clearly just now. Are you talking about writing a message?" Hu Weiyong was a little uneasy.
"What a shame! What's wrong with writing a memorandum? I asked you to write a script!" Zhu Han suddenly laughed.
"Script?" Hu Weiyong felt that his whole being was in bad shape, and the comforter wanted to make fun of him?
"Yes, it's the script. Now in order to expel the Tartars and restore China, our rebel army must mobilize the power of the people, and naturally we need to implement the New Deal. Do you know this?" Zhu Han asked.
Hu Weiyong nodded quickly, "I understand!"
"Just understand! You should also know that most people are short-sighted and don't know the benefits of the New Deal. They can't remember and sort out the tortuous official documents and notices. Therefore, I plan to ask you to write some new policies.
The play does not seek to be gorgeous in terms of words, but to be popular among the people. It is best that the illiterate people can pass it on word of mouth!" Zhu Han said.
Later, Zhu Han described the outlines of the "model dramas against local tyrants" that he remembered.
Although these plots are not complicated, they have unique advantages in mobilizing the resistance of the lower class people.
Hu Weiyong just listened to it once and was already trembling with excitement.
"Sir, you probably came up with all these scripts?" Hu Weiyong asked excitedly.
"Well, that's right. The more you see, the more you think." Zhu Han laughed and said.
Hu Weiyong was already deeply shocked.
Once Zhu Han's drama plots are choreographed, they are simply a weapon to kill people and kill people.
No matter what kind of gentry, country wise, or famous family, all they need to do is to be arranged in a drama, and they will instantly become scoundrels that everyone reviles.
At that time, the Red Scarf Army only needs one leader, and the angry people will be able to eat those bullies alive.
Official documents and announcements cannot be understood or understood by ordinary people.
This kind of drama can be understood at a glance.
"How about it, can you write down what I said?" Zhu Han asked.
"Don't worry, sir, Hu has already kept them all in mind!" Hu Weiyong said carefully.
Zhu Han nodded approvingly, "Okay, I'll give you three days to write out these opera scripts, as long as they are simple and concise. Then I will find more opera troupes and teach them myself."
"I obey my orders!" Hu Weiyong said quickly.
Hu Weiyong accepted the assignment and returned to his residence to meditate on the drama script.
As soon as he left, Hu Yiba walked in with a skinny high school senior with a frightened face.
"Deputy Commander, this is Zhang Jiuyi, the leader of the auspicious class." Hu Yiba said.
Zhu Han's current official position in the rebel army is that of the Marshal of the East Road of the Red Turban Army, he concurrently serves as the pacifier of Chuzhou and the Marshal of the Yangtze River Navy.
People like Hu Yiba and Chen Baodao called him deputy commander-in-chief, while civilian councilors like Hu Weiyong called him pacifier.
"Little man Zhang Jiuyi, come and see Grandpa Marshal!"
Jixiang class leader Jiuyi's knees softened, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"Okay, okay, get up!" Zhu Han waved his hand and said.
He was already amused by Zhang Jiuyi's title just now.
He couldn't think of anything like 'Grandpa Marshal'. It seemed like there were too many scripts on weekdays.
"Zhang Jiuyi, your opera troupe is good. I think the people in Chuzhou really like to watch it." Zhu Han said kindly.
Poor Jixiang class leader Jiuyi, he was frightened when he was approached by Hu Yiba and other soldiers. He had no idea what terrible situation he would face.
Now that I heard Zhu Han's words, I just thought that maybe he didn't like that his troupe was in Chuzhou.
Plop!
Zhang Jiudun immediately knelt down again, kowtowed and begged: "Grandpa Marshal, please have mercy on me, Grandpa Marshal, please have mercy on me, let's leave now and never dare to come to Chuzhou again!"
Depend on!
When Zhu Yong saw this situation, he immediately laughed angrily.
Ganqing was already scared to death by himself.
To deal with this kind of situation, a well-informed guy like Hu Yiba is the most experienced.
Hu Yiba kicked Zhang Jiuyi on the butt.
"Asshole! The deputy commander didn't even finish what he said. Who made you howl? If you dare to make any noise again, I'll pull out your tongue!" Hu Yiba shouted viciously.
Only then did Zhang Jiuyi get up in shock.
When Zhu Han saw this, he was not in the mood to talk nonsense with him and said directly.
"From today onwards, your opera troupe will be requisitioned by our Chuzhou pacification envoy. From now on, I will arrange what plays to perform, how to perform them, and where to perform them!"
Zhang Jiuyi was stunned when he heard this.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
He was a little confused, was he lucky or unlucky?
"You don't understand now, but you will understand later! Let me ask you, how much can your entire troupe earn in a month, and how much money is it equivalent to?" Zhu Han asked.
Zhang Jiuyi's troupe has exactly ten people in total, most of whom are relatives of his own family and adopted apprentices. They earn less than three to five taels of silver a month.
"Sir, how can I earn any money? It's just Hukou." Zhang Jiuyi said timidly.
Hu Yiba's eyes suddenly widened, he kicked him again, and pretended to scare him: "You are an old gangster, the deputy commander asked you how much money you have, tell the truth!"
"Sir, when it's good, you get five taels of silver, but when it's bad, you're hungry!" Zhang Jiuyi said.
"It's pretty much what I thought. From now on, all members of your theater troupe will be paid according to the government's official duties. Each person will have a monthly salary of one to two to five, and you will be exempted from food and lodging." Zhu Han said.
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After Zhang Jiuyi heard this, he suddenly felt like he had been hit by a pie falling from the sky!
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
Zhang Jiuyi kowtowed and bowed again, feeling that Zhu Han was closer to him than his biological parents.
Each person’s monthly salary is one or two and a half, so ten people have a monthly salary of fifteen taels!
It has tripled!
Moreover, they are still equivalent to government servants, and they are no longer the dirty actors on the street that everyone can bully!
Finally, this is a monthly salary, which comes every month, and the harvest is guaranteed even if there are droughts or floods!
"Hu Yiba, arrange for them to go to the backyard. I remember there is an empty yard next to your barracks." Zhu Han made the arrangement.
"Yes, Deputy Commander!" Hu Yiba quickly accepted the order.
Later, under the guidance of Hu Yiba, the auspicious class leader Zhang Jiuyi took his whole family, that is, the auspicious class, and moved into a separate courtyard in the backyard of the government office.
In addition to the backyard of the state government office, it was originally a garden. In order to facilitate the placement of his soldiers, Zhu Han directly ordered the garden to be divided into courtyards and used as barracks.
In this way, it not only solves the problem of accommodation for the soldiers, but also makes it easier to ensure their own safety.
Zhang Jiuyi led the troupe of men, women and children, and under the curious eyes of the model army officers and soldiers, they moved into the separate courtyard at the back.
Although it is the smallest courtyard, it still has six houses.
Everyone in the auspicious class was surprised and happy. They simply couldn't believe that such a good thing had happened to them.
"Master, are we really going to live here from now on?" a woman wearing a patchwork of coarse cloth asked in a low voice.
She is Zhang Jiuyi's mother-in-law, Mrs. Wang. She is not only the drummer of the troupe, but also in charge of everyone's eating and drinking.
Of course Mrs. Wang knew that it was absolutely impossible for anyone with money to live in such a spacious courtyard, and it was a courtyard in a government office.
Zhang Jiu nodded, "Well, didn't Mr. Hu just say that we will live in this courtyard from now on!"
"Dad, do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?" asked a young man.
"That's right, Dad, from now on we will sing operas exclusively for the officials. If we offend them, will we be beheaded?" asked another young man.
Zhang Jiuyi immediately slapped him and threw him over.
"You bastard, just say some depressing words!"
Zhang Jiuyi taught his two sons a lesson, and then said in a low voice.
"The marshal grandpa said that from now on we will perform for the government, with the same status as government servants, and a monthly salary of one to two five cents!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! When the mother-in-law Wang heard this, she was immediately dejected and couldn't help but said: "Oh! The head of the family only has one, two or five yuan of silver, which is not even enough for us to drink wild vegetable porridge!"
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"Wild vegetable porridge?"
After Zhang Jiuyi heard this, he showed a sneer and said to his mother-in-law, brothers, sisters and children.
"Let me tell you, it's one or two or five dollars per person!"
Bang!
The gongs and drums in the hands of several people suddenly fell to the ground, frightening themselves.
"Pick it up quickly!" Zhang Jiuyi shouted sternly.
Several people picked it up in a panic, still unable to believe what they just said.
"One tael and five taels per person. If there are so many of us, wouldn't it cost fifteen taels a month?"
"One month, fifteen taels!?"
These acrobatic performers who walk around the streets are actually just a group of decent refugees. They basically eat wherever they go. If they don't have food, they will be hungry, and they also engage in petty theft.
Their low status made them strongly suspicious of such good things.
After everyone was happy, they fell into a huge panic.
"Master, what are these red scarf thieves trying to do?"
"It's a resettlement and a monthly salary. There must be some conspiracy!"
The more Zhang Jiuyi discussed with his mother-in-law and others, they felt that there must be a conspiracy.
"We are just a bunch of stinky opera singers, almost like beggars. We must be trying to figure out what to do."
"But, we don't have anything to plan for!"
Zhang Jiuyi and his mother-in-law thought for a long time, and suddenly saw a figure.
"The boss, could it be that red scarf thief who has taken a liking to Chun Nizi?"
Zhang Jiuyi's daughter is already a girl in her late teens. Although she is skinny and skinny, her figure has made her grow taller.
However, Zhang Jiuyi shook his head in response to his mother-in-law's speculation.
"Probably not. I see that the deputy commander of the Red Scarf Army is very young, at most thirteen years old. It's not time yet!"
"What are you trying to do with us?"
The members of the Jixiang Opera Troupe settled in the backyard of Chuzhoufu Yamen with great anxiety.
Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, Jinling Jiqing Mansion.
Pingzhang Bolu, the governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces in the Meng Yuan Dynasty, looked at the memorial written in his hand and was already grinning from ear to ear.
"Haha, wonderful, really wonderful!"
"Then Zhu Han really values credibility and is reliable in his work. I feel comfortable writing this memorial!"
I saw that Bolu's memorial clearly listed a string of names of officials and generals of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
They are all dead, or have died for the Yuan Dynasty.
These officials in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty all had suspicions about Bolu and Fan Yao, and they secretly investigated them secretly.
Bolu used a trick to arrange a mission for these people and sent them outside Jiqing City.
The Red Turban soldiers, who had already prepared an ambush, jumped out and killed them all.
"Pingzhang, from now on, no one in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces can stop Pingzhang from being loyal to the country!" Fan Yao, Zuocheng of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, said beside him.
"Haha, yes, these stupid people will only interfere with my defense of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces for Dayuan. They will die well." Bolu said with a proud smile.
The benefit of this incident is definitely not only to eliminate some loyal dogs planted by the imperial court, but also to allow Bolu to take more control over the provinces of Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
The Red Scarf Army in the north has become more and more troublesome, and Zhang Shicheng and other private salt rebels in the Huaiyang area are also becoming more powerful.
There is basically no way to guarantee the contact between the Meng Yuan Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces and the capital.
Except for sporadic fast horse scouts, as long as it is a large-scale organizational transfer, it is unthinkable and should not be thought of.
Now that a large group of provincial officials and generals were ambushed and killed by the red scarf thieves, it was Bolu who had the final say as to who would take over their remaining official posts.
Even if the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty had any imperial edict to please Tamerlane, it would have to be able to overcome the obstacles of the rebels.
"Sir, Liu Bowen wants to see you!"
The guard at the door suddenly came in to announce.
When they heard that Liu Bowen was coming, Bolu and Fan Yao looked relaxed.
Liu Bowen is their lucky general!
"Please!" Boru said loudly.
Two days ago, Liu Bowen personally escorted ten ships of silk secretly to Chuzhou as a reward for Zhu Han's "buying a murderer to kill someone."
"Bowen, it's been a hard journey, is there anything wrong?"
As soon as Liu Bowen came in, Bo Lu poured tea with his own hands and even asked him about his well-being.
"Liu Ji dare not say how hard it is to share the worries of the two adults!" Liu Bowen looked like he was working hard without complaining.
"Bo Wen, what's strange about seeing Zhu Han this time in Zhezhou?" Bo Lu asked again.
After all, the Red Scarf Army was a rebel force against the Yuan Dynasty. No matter how much Zhu Han and the others paid attention to their credibility, Bolu was still worried that they would attack him at any time.
"Don't worry, Pingzhang. I saw nothing unusual about the Red Scarf Army. I saw nothing unusual about the Red Scarf Army. They neither mobilized troops nor built warships. It seems that they have no new intentions." Liu Bowen said.
"Huh! That's good, that's good." Bolu felt relieved.
Unexpectedly, Liu Bowen's next words shocked him again.
"However, when the official met Zhu Han this time, he made a request and asked me to convey it to Ping Zhang and Zuo Cheng!" Liu Bowen said.
Bolu and Fan Yao suddenly became nervous.
They are now entangled with the Red Turban Thieves. Let alone one handle, I am afraid that ten handles are controlled by the Red Turban Army.
These two people are now afraid of Zhu Han, the red scarf thief, and use this as a threat to force them to do difficult things.
"What request did Zhu Han say?" Bolu asked quickly.
"Sir, Zhu Han said that he would like your help to find twenty opera troupes for him and send them to Chuzhou for use. All expenses will be paid by Zhu Han himself," Liu Bowen said.
"What?"
"That's it?"
Both Bolu and Fan Yao looked surprised.
They couldn't figure out what the hell this was.
"This Zhu Han, what does he want from the troupe?" Bolu asked doubtfully.
"Could it be that Zhu Han is a theater fan?" Fan Yao asked.
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However, how could Liu Bowen tell them both about this kind of thing.
"Xiaoguan doesn't know either, it's just that Zhu Han said so and he brought it back to convey it to me," Liu Bowen said.
Bolu and Fan Yao thought for a long time, but they couldn't figure out what the purpose of having a troupe was.
However, in the end, it was confirmed that it was definitely not something that threatened the safety of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces.
"They are just a bunch of despicable actors, worse than beggars. Since Zhu Han wants it, I'll give him some." Bolu said.
Bolu already had some appreciation and gratitude in his heart for Zhu Han's repeated behavior of paying attention to credibility.
I always look for opportunities to express my feelings.
"Yes, let alone twenty opera troupes, even if there are two hundred opera troupes, there is no harm in giving them to Zhu Han. I'm afraid we don't have that many good opera troupes in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces." Fan Yao also nodded and said.
"No matter what, I have given my final approval to these twenty troupes."
Boru patted his thigh and shouted to the soldiers outside the door.
"Someone is coming!"
"Pass this secret order to Su Song, Zhenjia and other state officials to immediately select the best theater troupe in the state and send them to the celebration immediately. If anyone dares to delay the deadline, he will be punished under military law! Whoever does it best will be punished by military law!"
Pingzhang will also write down his performance."
Now that a number of loyal court dogs have died in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces, the vacant positions can be used to place and train their cronies.
Bolu thought to himself: This time, I seem to be letting the state government choose the troupe, but actually I want to see who is more obedient!
If you are obedient, you will make up for the loss. If you are not obedient, I will die!
Since Bolu defeated the Red Scarf Army last time, the high regard of the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasty made the officials of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces realize that the future of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces will almost be Bolu's world.
The secret order of Pingzhang Bolu of Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces was quickly implemented in the state capitals, and the officials in these state governments were all eager to curry favor with Bolu.
Since Lord Pingzhang wanted a troupe, they naturally had to find the best one to pay tribute to Bolu.
Suddenly, the officials of Meng Yuan Prefecture arrested almost all the opera troupes in the world.
Since Master Pingzhang likes it, then who dares not to do anything to please him?
Not only the troupe suffered, but also some storytellers suffered.
They were arrested by state officials from various places, and they were all gathered in the government office to compete with each other in the ring.
The winner will be sent to Jiqing Mansion by the officials of the state government to honor Lord Bolu Pingzhang.
In just a few days, all the best opera troupes and storytellers from Jiangnan, Jiangsu and Zhejiang were gathered in Jiqing Mansion.
The people and officials in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces all don't know the reason behind this.
