"Old Wu, you're here!" Just as he was watching, Zhou Dongtian came in from the outside. The training clothes he wore were covered with ink stains. In fact, he worked as a fire officer before traveling through time, and later became a judicial worker.
However, because he was very familiar with printing affairs, he became the head of the printing room. He also paid for most of the equipment in the room.
"What, a newspaper has been published?" Wu De pointed to the clear copy.
"Yes, the executive committee has approved Ding Ding's suggestion to run a newspaper, but it is just an irregular tabloid. Fifty copies of the first issue will be printed."
"I think the positioning of this newspaper is wrong. Who are you going to show it to?"
"Do you think we can live without knowing Marx?"
"Since it is for local people to read, how can we use simplified Chinese characters? Moreover, has the executive committee considered the issue of literacy rate?" Wu De thought this was a joke, so he said that among the 138 prisoners under his management, except for one Zhang Xingjiao, he could read and write.
, only two or three small landowners can read a few words, and the illiteracy rate is as high as over 95%. In such a social environment, printing newspapers is not superfluous.
"We are about to start literacy for your labor team," Zhou Dongtian pointed to the computer over there. "The cultural and educational team has already produced the first draft of the literacy textbook. We are also preparing to make lithographs and make some literacy cards."
"I can really imagine it."
"It's all Ding Ding's idea," Zhou Dongtian chuckled, "This reporter is really thoughtful and very ambitious. In addition to running a newspaper, he also wants to publish teaching materials."
"It's good if you have ideas. By the way, this is a manuscript. Please print it out for me as soon as possible."
"I'll take the printer and give you some wax paper and it will come out. Just wait a moment." After saying that, he turned on the computer. Wu De's manuscript was written on the computer and was directly transferred to the OA using the wireless network.
, even the effort of typing on the computer is saved.
"Now that there is a computer network, why should we print documents? Documentaryism!" Wu De lamented.
"Probably to save the text in the future. The computer will break down one day." Zhou Dongtian adjusted the machine and clamped the wax paper. "In another ten years, I guess all these things will have to be written by hand. I still have to write them by hand."
I brought an old-fashioned Chinese typewriter, and when the machine broke down, I relied on it to print wax paper.”
After mimeographing the materials and leaving a copy for the intelligence data team to archive as usual, he went directly to talk to several key leaders of the executive committee.
"Are you saying that the prisoners are not at ease?" Wen Desi asked.
"Yes, and I'm afraid some people will always feel uneasy." Wu De pointed to his own status report, "According to the latest report, those small landowners, rich farmers and middle peasants who have their own homesteads cannot go back to work because the farming season is about to be busy.
I have to live a good life and worry about my family, so I always have an impetuous mood."
"There shouldn't be many of these people."
"That's right, but ordinary tenant farmers have similar problems. If they don't collect food, they can't pay the rent, and the lives of themselves and their families are not guaranteed."
"Uh-huh."
"I really feel that everyone can live there, only those poor households or long-term workers who don't have family burdens."
"So, not many people are willing to join us." Wen Desi was a little discouraged.
"Yes, we are actually attractive to the poor, especially after we introduced the 'employee' benefits. At least for the people who were doing the work, working for us is much better than working for the rich. But for those who have a little family
This may not be the case for tenants and poor peasants in housing estates - they care more about 'living a stable life' - in fact, these people are worried about 'how long can the red flag be flown'."
"Until we achieve greater victory or legal status, I'm afraid this concern cannot be eliminated." Xiao Zishan also looked disappointed.
"Even if you have concerns, you still have to implement it." Wen Desi thought for a moment, "Remember the planned policy, the 'light effect'. As long as everyone sees that working for us can lead to a better life, they will naturally lean toward us.
That’s right—people should look more closely at what’s in front of them.”
"I agree with this. As long as we can provide tangible benefits, the people will never forget it."
"Also, those eight civilian prisoners are still being detained in the prison camp and have not been incorporated into the labor force. What does the Executive Committee plan to do with them?"
"We are preparing to use them as a breakthrough to establish a certain relationship with the Li-Dong traffic in the south." Xiao Zishan explained, "Mu Min is doing this work. The results will be available in the next few days."
The implication is that this matter is not your concern. Wu De nodded. Just as he was talking, Wen Desi's PHS phone rang. Someone said something on the phone, and Wen Desi said:
"Let them wait and entertain them well. We will come right away." He said to Wu De, "There are local people coming to visit us."
"Oh?" Wu De became interested.
"It's about the prisoners. You should go with us. By the way, bring Xiong Buyou with you. Who else is there? Call the local translators."
"Okay, I'll do it right away."
Since the two counterattacks in the county failed miserably, the situation in the entire Lingao County has become tense again. I heard from Xiang Yong who had returned from escaping that the pirates had very powerful firearms and would kill them all if they hit them. Even the famous Huangjiazhai in this county
All the regiments were defeated, and even Huang Shoutong himself was seriously injured and was carried directly back to Huangjiazhai. People in the city were panicked, and some of the Jin gentry were already transferring property and people to relatives in remote places or their own villages.
, and others panicked that there was something going on at home or were feeling unwell, so they resigned and went home. Even the refugees hiding in the city wanted to go out - I heard that this group of short-haired pirates were coming to clean up the city for revenge.
After struggling for a few days, it seemed that the thieves had no intention of attacking the city, so the officials and gentry calmed down. Because the losses were too great, there was a sudden quarrel among the people. The attack that they thought was planned to be seamless failed in disgrace.
, which made Liu Jinshi’s so-called strategy of conquering thieves proved to be useless. Some people were rumored that Liu Jinshi was a scholar and talked about military affairs, and he went to the imperial court and went to his hometown by mistake, which made Liu Dalin, who was already in poor health, angry to death——
After a month of hard work, he ended up like this. He was not in good health, so he resigned and went home to recuperate.
Magistrate Wu was angry but couldn't stop him, so he only sulked in the flower hall every day and was worried. It had been nearly a month since the pirates landed, and they still didn't show any intention of retreating. The gentry had also lost trust in themselves, and the people in the city
People's hearts are broken. If the thieves come to attack the city, I'm afraid those archers and warriors will disperse immediately. As for the city, all they have to do is to tell them to "defend the city" and other nonsense.
In addition, he was reminded that the imperial court's autumn grain collection was about to begin and asked him to fully supervise this matter.
"Requisition of food, requisition of food, it's a mess now, why should we collect food!" Wu Mingjin was full of anger. After thinking about it, he had no choice but to ask the teacher.
Master Wang's name is Zhaomin, a Cantonese. He has worked in various states and counties in the province for many years and is very familiar with local practices.
Master Wang pondered for a long time and said in a low voice: "Dong Weng, we are unable to drive away the thieves, we can only pay."
"Bank payment?" Magistrate Wu was startled and almost jumped up and yelled that it was ridiculous. But after all, he had been immersed in local official circles for many years, so he immediately calmed down.
"Will it work?"
Master Wang stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This can be regarded as a stopgap measure. The most important thing at present is the autumn grain! I just want to collect this season's autumn grain, and naturally the world will be peaceful. Are you pirates? The provinces of Fujian and Guangdong
Everyone is making trouble, is it only here that we can’t make trouble?”
"Yes, yes, the old gentleman is right." Magistrate Wu felt suddenly enlightened. Suddenly he frowned, "It's just that this matter cannot be hidden from Shang Xian and the factory guards-" As he said
He glanced around subconsciously.
"Don't worry too much, Mr. Dong. When it comes to official matters, one more thing is worse than one less thing. As long as the autumn grain is put into the warehouse and the county is not lost, what will Master Futai do about this? The same goes for others." Master Wang whispered, "I'm a thief." If we want to seize this county, they have already taken it, so why bother to build a camp and live in Bairentan? They neither rob nor kill people in this county, and they are quite benevolent and righteous. We can just buy peace and deal with them later. "
"It makes sense." Wu Mingjin nodded repeatedly, "But this matter is no trivial matter after all-"
"Don't worry, Mr. Wang," Master Wang said with a confident look on his face, "I'm afraid it's not us who are eager to get money from the thieves, but the gentry." As he spoke, he lowered his voice and said a lot more.
Sure enough, the gentlemen were worried about their harvest, and some wanted to contact the pirates because someone in their village was missing during the "bandit suppression". Master Wang here gave a hint, and everyone went on their own.
Prepare to do these things.
After discussion, the gentry sent a representative named Zhang Xingfu, a run-down landowner in the county. Because his father was a gambler, his family was completely ruined, and he was left with only a hundred acres of sloping land. He was just relying on the weather to make ends meet.
His wife's natal family is somewhat related to Liu Xiang's family, and she can talk to all kinds of people who are active around here. He is often entrusted by others to deal with pirates, negotiate deals, negotiate votes and other matters.
Although all parties do not fully trust him, they still have to talk to him when something happens. He himself also uses this status to make some extra money and get some remuneration.
The people who came with him were either stewards of a certain family or distant cousins of some family. The gentry were afraid that they would be detained by pirates for blackmail, so they sent some unimportant people. They all brought gifts and carried pigs and sheep.
and gifts, and went to see him with the post. In the post, he was humbly called "waiter" in accordance with the social customs of the scholar-official class at that time.
Less than half an hour after leaving the county town, I saw earth forts and towers in the distance, and I knew that the pirates' camp had arrived. These pirates had been landing for more than a month, and everyone had only heard their names, and they couldn't even hear their names.
I have never heard of it. Many people know that they defeated the strongest regiment in the county in a short time, even Huang Shoutong was defeated. However, they heard that the pirates' discipline was good, which gave them some peace of mind.