Lijiang City in Yunnan is very strange. It has no city wall.
The local emperor in the city, Mr. Mu, won't let it be repaired. They said, our family name is "Mu", wouldn't enclosing a city wall become "trapped"? No repairs are allowed!
In Lijiang City, Mr. Mu is the sky. The Naxi people only know about Mr. Mu but not Emperor Zhu. Mr. Mu refuses to allow repairs, so Lijiang City naturally becomes a city without walls. In fact, Mr. Mu and his family
Originally, his surname was not Mu. After our ancestor Ajia De surrendered to the Ming Dynasty, he was given the surname Mu by Taizu.
The Lao Mu family is the richest in the world. If they don’t build a city wall, aren’t they afraid of being robbed by thieves? I’m really not afraid. The city is surrounded by mountains, including Taizi Pass, Qutang Pass, Shimen Pass and other passes. With mountains as walls, why should we be afraid of thieves? p>
The Lijiang Military and Civilian Government Office, the famous Wooden Mansion, was built in the south corner of Lijiang City. When it was being built, our ancestors spoke out. We have plenty of money, so we can build it bigger and follow the specifications of the Forbidden City (the core of the imperial city).
!Good guy, it covers an area of more than 100 acres and has hundreds of large buildings.
The reason why it is not "centered for respect" like the Imperial City is because our ancestors asked a Feng Shui master to calculate that the Feng Shui in the south of the city is the best. There is a green dragon (Jade Dragon Snow Mountain) on the left, a white tiger (Tiger Mountain) on the right, and the Xuanwu (Lion) on the back.
Mountain), there are turtle and snake mountains facing each other in the southeast. Building the mansion in the south of the city can not only rest on the Lion Mountain to enhance the masculinity, but also surround the Jade Water and have the veins of Tai Chi.
"Alas", Mr. Mu Yimu sighed, everything has not been going well recently!
First, the Mongols invaded, and they finally invited the imperial army to fight off the Mongols. However, unexpectedly, the imperial army stayed in Lijiang and refused to leave.
I contacted Governor Lian and wanted to send local officials to restore the governance of Batang, Litang, and Zhongdian. Unexpectedly, Governor Lian said that these three places were too close to Tibet. In order to prevent the Tibetans from coming back, these three places
In the future, these places will be changed into counties, and the imperial court will set up floating officials to govern them. Not only will counties be set up in these three places, but troops will also be stationed. In the future, with the protection of the imperial army, Mr. Mu, you will have peace of mind in the future.
It is said that this is the reason. With the imperial army protecting you, you can really sit back and relax. But I don’t know how. Ever since I heard that the imperial army will be stationed for a long time, Mr. Mu can’t sleep well.
The imperial court has been taking a lot of action recently!
Although the Lao Mu family was only the local magistrate of Lijiang in the past, its influence spread to the surrounding Yongning Prefecture and Beisheng Prefecture. It is no longer possible. Even the governor said that the responsibilities of each official must be clarified. As the local magistrate of Lijiang, you can only take care of Lijiang's affairs.
Please stop interfering in the affairs of Yongning Prefecture and Beisheng Prefecture. Change Yongning Prefecture and Beisheng Prefecture in one fell swoop.
What's even more frightening is that the imperial court also sent a censor named Ding Shikui, who patrolled the mines in northern Yunnan, and a man named Duan Bomei, who was promoted by the salt class promotion branch in northern Yunnan. These two people had nothing to do all day long, so they went to the mines in their territory.
I read it and took a small booklet to memorize it, not knowing what I was memorizing.
Alas! Night owls come into the house and come for everything!
"Father," his son Mu Jing called.
Mu Jing is twenty-three years old. He has delicate features and an elegant look. He is very much like Mr. Mu back in the day.
In fact, Mr. Mu is only forty-two years old. Because his family owns a mine, he is willing to spend money on maintenance. He keeps eating ginseng, bird's nest, and deer antlers, so he takes good care of himself. He looks a little older than Mu Jing. Unlike father and son.
, more like brothers.
"What's wrong with Jing'er?"
"Father, the newly appointed magistrates of Batang, Litang and Zhongdian counties have come to pay their respects."
Mr. Mu nodded. Although the imperial court had restructured these three counties and appointed county magistrates and other officials, in any case, these three counties were still under the jurisdiction of Lijiang Prefecture, and institutionally they had to be under the jurisdiction of the local magistrate themselves. Thinking of this, I feel a lot better.
"Let them wait in the chamber."
"Yes!"
Mu Yi deliberately made the three magistrates sent by the imperial court wait for half an hour before Shi Shiran, wearing a fifth-grade blue and white pheasant official robe, walked into the meeting hall.
Don't tell me, you can really bluff people with such rhetoric.
The three newly appointed magistrates were first shocked by the magnificence of Mu Mansion's meeting hall, and then impressed by Master Mu's majesty as a superior official. They all respected him respectfully.
"See Fu Zun".
"Well, you are exempt from courtesy. You are all officials of the imperial court. You must perform your duties carefully, be loyal to the imperial court, be diligent in political affairs, and care for the people."
"Yes!"
"Yeah." After Master Mu finished admonishing him, he hummed and picked up the tea cup.
When the three new county magistrates saw each other, they resigned knowingly.
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"Brother Ding, good news. I have cataloged all the salt fields and salt wells in Batang. There are 52 brine wells, 689 brine ponds, and 2,763 salt fields. Immediately.
After sending someone to take over, the annual production of salt will be nearly three million kilograms. Look at this," Duan Bomei, the director of the Northern Yunnan Salt Class Tiji Branch, stretched out his hand and said to Ding Shikui excitedly.
Duan Bomei was originally a candidate in Jinning Prefecture. When Sha Dingzhou rebelled, he, Leng Yangchun, Kong Shicheng and others helped the imperial court suppress the rebellion with the uprising army in Jinning Prefecture.
He is a big man, but he is in charge of the salt affairs in northern Yunnan. He is a fat man.
Ding Shikui was a Jinshi in the 13th year of Chongzhen. He once served as the head of the Ministry of Rites of the Chongzhen Dynasty. After defecting to Zhu Hengjia, he was appointed as the censor of the mine inspection in northern Yunnan. He was gearing up to achieve results.
"Hey, what do you have in your hand?"
Ding Shikui asked Duan Bomei curiously.
I saw a patch of white and a patch of red on Duan Bomei's palm.
"These are the salt grains I collected from the salt fields. Look, they are from the salt fields on the east coast. The grains are crystal clear and as white as pearls. This is the salt grains from the salt fields on the west bank. They are as red as agate. They look so good!"
"Ah! Brother Xian did a good job in this job, and he will definitely be praised by the supervisor. Brother Fool, this job is very difficult!"
Most of the salt fields in Mufu are in Batang. Batang has been occupied by the Ming army, so the salt fields have naturally fallen into the hands of the court. Duan Bomei's errand is naturally easy to handle. He can just go to the kitchen owner to boil the salt. Ding Shikui's errand is not.
It's easy to handle. Those gold and silver mines are guarded by soldiers. It's not easy to take them back.
Duan Boju was stunned: "Why, you haven't cataloged the gold and silver mines in Lijiang yet? Or does the prefect of wood and earth dare to resist the destiny?"
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Ding Shikui said angrily: "I have compiled a list of the three gold mines and the thirteen silver mines in Lijiang. It's just that the Mufu soldiers are so arrogant that they dare to stop me from entering for inspection. I will talk to Mu Yi tomorrow.
If you dare to delay and refuse to hand over the mines, I will use the troop deployment order given to me by the Supervisory State to deal with him."
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"Sir, Ding Shikui, the censor of the mine patrol, wants to see you," the steward of Mu Mansion reported to Mu?
"Alas", Mu Yi sighed, "there is no way to avoid disaster! Let him come in."
Ding Shikui entered the Mu Mansion Council Hall and couldn't help but secretly praise it, what a good guy, it's magnificent, just like a palace.
"Dingxun mine has come a long way to work hard. Come and have tea."
Mu Yi gave the order and the servant served tea.
Ding Shikui took a look and said, hey, that's exquisite! The tea set uses a bowl with the word "天" (天) from the Chenghua period.
Bai, no one else has such a beautiful set.
No wonder Jian Guo wants to take back his family’s mine. It’s so outrageous! The things he uses are better than those used by Jian Guo and his family! How dare he be richer than Jian Guo!
Ding Shikui picked up the tea lid, stirred the tea soup a few times, and took a sip. While sipping the tea, he secretly hated it.
Hatred of the rich is a typical mentality of hating the rich! Don’t think that only modern people hate the rich, the ancients also hated the rich. A common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a treasure. This is the truth.
Mu Yi spoke fearfully: "Dingxun mine came to see me, what's the matter?"
Ding Shikui took another sip of tea and replied: "I was ordered to inspect the mines in northern Yunnan and found that your government had privately mined three gold mines and 13 silver mines in Lijiang. Gold and silver are both minerals controlled by the imperial court.
Without the permission of the imperial court, private mining is not allowed. Therefore, I came here to tell Futai that I will take back these minerals for the imperial court."
Mu Yi was shocked: "The gold and silver mines have been mined by our ancestors for more than a hundred years. The imperial court has never said that they would take them back, so why should they take them back this time?"
"These minerals are all the property of the country. Isn't it shameful to hand over every cent of your income to the national treasury and keep it all in your own pocket? Moreover, the "Ming Dingguo Shi Zhao" written by the supervisor of the country is very clear. In addition to gold, silver, and copper,
All other minerals can be mined. However, what your government mines is gold and silver. It is my duty to take them back."
"You dare!"
Mu Yi shouted: "These minerals are left by our ancestors, and our entire clan depends on them. Without these mines, will our entire clan starve to death?"
Ding Shikui laughed loudly: "Who doesn't know that Mufutai is the richest in the world? The family has so much fertile land that they can't even count it, and without these mines, they won't starve to death. The gold, silver and other mines should belong to the imperial court, but your mansion has occupied them for hundreds of years.
, you should be content. I am here to inform Mufutai that tomorrow the Japanese officials will send troops to mine the mines. Those who know the situation will cooperate well. Those who do not know the situation, be careful of the ruthless king's law!"
"You have abused your power and acted recklessly. I will report it to the supervisory government and read your copy."
"Hmph, I'm here just to collect ore on the orders of the Supervisor!"
With a bang, the tea bowl in Mu Yi's hand fell to the ground.
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The Mufu Wanjuan Building in the ancient city of Lijiang is the library of the Mu family. Mu Yi loved its tranquility and held a family meeting here. All those attending were the core members of the family, the eldest son Mu Jing, the second son Mu Ru, and the third son Mu.
Zhan, Si Zimu, Secretary of the shogunate Zhou Shiru.
"You all tell me, King Jing of the country has sent Ding Shikui to collect our mines. Should we hand it over or not?"
The second son Mu Rui worshiped Karmapa Choeying Dorje, the tenth great treasure of the Kagyu sect (Bai sect), as his disciple. At this time, he happened to be traveling home. As a monk, he did not attach much importance to wealth, so he immediately said: "
"Father, money is something external to the body, and it brings trouble. If the supervisor wants our family's mine, just give it to him. As long as the family is safe, it will be protected by the Bodhisattva."
"Absolutely not, father, these mines are left by our ancestors, generations of ancestors, generations of hard work! The court wants to seize our mines, so we will fight with them. We Naxi people would rather fight to death than die.
Don’t lie down to give birth!”
Muzhan and Mulu are young, one is twenty years old, the other is eighteen years old, and they are still in their prime of life. They refuse to give in and want to fight.
Mu Yi looked at his eldest son Mu Jing: "Jinger, what do you think?"
"My son feels that we cannot give in easily, otherwise the court will think that we are weak and can be bullied, and we will be in trouble if we get worse in the future."
Mu Yi nodded and sighed: "I didn't want to use force at first, but I was forced by the imperial court. You should quickly recruit troops and prepare for a quarrel."
"Hahaha", suddenly I heard a long laugh.
When Mu Yi saw him, he was his own think tank, the shogunate secretary Zhou Shiru.
"Why are you laughing, sir?"
"Does the Palace Master think his troops are better than those of Sicheng Cen and Sha Dingzhou?"
When Mu Yi heard this, he was discouraged. In terms of money, those two families couldn't compare to his own. However, in terms of combat effectiveness of the army, his army was far behind others. The main reason was that all the generals under his command were rich and powerful.
Money is not willing to fight hard. The Cen family and Sha Dingzhou in Sicheng were both destroyed by the imperial court, so they themselves are no match for the imperial court.
"Hey! Then hand over the mine!"
"Hahaha", Zhou Shiru laughed again, "Why are you so cowardly, my lord? Even if you are a countryman who is robbed, you still don't know how to resist. As a lord, how can you retreat?"
Mu Yi was anxious: "Since you said that I can't defeat the imperial court, and yet you asked me to resist, do you want my whole family to be doomed?"
"No, you can't fight against the imperial court alone, but are you the only chieftain in the Ming Dynasty? Why don't you send someone to contact An Kun in Shuixi, Na Song in Yuanjiang, Lu Huang in Ningzhou, Long Shangdeng in Bazhai, and Shi Long Shirong of Ping, Daolebao of Nandian, Daozhenguo of Ganya, Duo'anjing of Longchuan, and the chieftains of Qiao'e, Jingdong, and Weimo Prefecture?"
"Yes, there is strength in numbers. With so many chieftains clumping together, the court will be afraid of three points!"
Mu Yi was happy at first, and then his expression dimmed, "Those chieftains only sweep the snow in front of their own homes. The court wants to take over our mines. There are no mines in their territory, so how can they contribute to our family?"< /p>
"Haha, so you can't tell them the truth. You can't say that we are in conflict with the imperial court over the mine, but that the imperial court wants to return to power in Lijiang."
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"That's right, what chieftains hate the most is to change their land and return to their hometown. As long as you push for this, you won't be afraid that they won't help. What a great idea, sir!"
"You still have to show weakness and look pitiful, so that everyone will feel that the court is at fault and bullying honest people."
"Showing weakness? There's no need to pretend. Who doesn't know that our old Mu family is the most submissive to the imperial court. We pay tribute to the imperial court in large quantities of war horses and silverware every year."
"You can also give money to the great scholars under the supervision of the country. Since ancient times, money has been able to communicate with the gods. In the Ming Dynasty, there was nothing that couldn't be done with money."
"Oh, sir, you are such a talented person! After listening to your words, I feel much more at ease!"
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"The matter of seizing the mines for the imperial court is entrusted to three generals." Ding Shikui handed over to Liu Zhenguo, Lei Qisheng, and Leng Yangchun.
He has Zhu Hengjia's order to mobilize troops, and the three generals dare not disobey.
"Don't worry, Dingxun. They are just a few soldiers. If they dare to disobey, we will kill them without leaving a trace."
Ding Shikui sent a group of mine stewards and set off with three generals. He thought there would be a fierce battle, but unexpectedly, except for some miners and local people, no soldiers were seen in the mine.
Yulong Gold Mine, Zhongdian Silver Mine, Sanba Annan Dafangfang Silver Mine, Baimachang Silver Mine, Shika Xueshan Silver Mine, Huilong Silver Mine, Ninglang Bainiu Silver Mine, mines one after another were taken over very smoothly. Come down.
At Laojunshan Silver Mine, Lei Chaosheng led the sergeant to the mine, but was blocked by a group of native people.
"Get out of the way, don't hinder me from doing my errands." Lei Qisheng was worthy of his surname. His voice was so loud that it made the mountains tremble.
"Don't listen to him, folks, we have been mining for a living for generations. If the court wants to close the mines, it will cut off our livelihood!"
"Yes, they won't let us live, so we'll fight them!"
The native people gathered in greater numbers and blocked the road into the mountain.
Lei Chaosheng shouted: "Get out of the way quickly, otherwise I will go on a killing spree!"
"Pa", a piece of yellow mud hit Lei Qisheng's black face. It was black and yellow, very beautiful.
Lei Qi Shenghuo is here. He was born as a "Great Western Thief". He fought in the north and south, and killed people like crazy. He has never been so cruel.
"Soldiers, kill me!"
It's like being on the battlefield, familiar with the road, picking up a knife, and a native's head falls to the ground.
The subordinates also followed up to cover up the killing, causing the local people to flee in all directions. In an instant, they disappeared without a trace, leaving only a dozen corpses.