Chapter 871 Farewell, Self-destruction
In the early morning, when the crying of a child was heard, Li Tian habitually touched his side. The quilt was warm, but the person was gone.
"Give me the baby!"
Jiang Qingzhi's voice came from next door.
The time when Dapeng cried in the early morning was almost constant. After a long time, Jiang Qingzhi and his wife would wake up naturally without him waiting for their cry.
More useful than the alarm clocks of later generations.
"Little swallows, dressed in floral clothes, come here every spring..."
Li Tian put on her coat and pushed the door open, then closed it with her backhand. She turned around and leaned against the door, watching her man looking at the child tenderly, humming a song that was becoming familiar to him, and walking lightly...
In the candlelight, the wet nurse felt like an outsider and ran away to urinate.
"They said that today is the day when the capital will make a comeback." Li Tian walked over.
"Well!" Jiang Qingzhi said, "Many things should be reviewed."
"Ok!"
"don’t worry."
"Ok!"
"I mean it."
"Me too."
"By the way, let Fucheng go to the Ministry of Revenue later."
"it is good."
The couple looked at each other and smiled.
"Look, the child is laughing." Jiang Qingzhi was delighted as if he had discovered a new continent. "A toothless child! Hahahaha!"
Li Tian came over and took a look, "Oh no, it's going to burst!"
"Ah?" Caidie was confused.
"Don't move." Li Tian said seriously.
"I know." Jiang Qingzhi didn't move.
The young master's smile lasted for more than ten seconds, and then he burst into tears.
"Wow!"
"Let me see...it's true."
"Warm water."
"Where are the cloth towels? We dried a lot of them yesterday. Bring a few over."
"Do you know how?"
"I've changed Dapeng's diapers more times than you have!"
"I have official business to attend to, otherwise it would not be your turn!"
"My husband, just be tough!"
"Wipe it clean, don't use force, I told you not to use force, that's Dapeng's butt, not Duoduo's head!"
"Meow!" Duoduo, who came in at some point, looked at the male and female pair curiously.
……
Household Department.
Dozens of officials gathered.
"Is that all?" Someone came from the palace, and it turned out to be Huang Jin, which showed that the Taoist priest valued him.
Lu Song said: "This is the first batch, let's take a look first."
"Hmm!" Huang Jin asked, "Has Long Wilbur not arrived yet?"
"It should be here soon."
As they were talking, Jiang Qingzhi came in, looking quite disheveled, with half of his body wet.
Huang Jin laughed and said, "My long Wilbur! The sun is shining brightly, where did you go to get wet in the rain?"
"Don't mention it. I encountered a fire in someone's house and tried to put it out. But who knew that someone was so reckless as to throw a basin of water at me..." Jiang Qingzhi twisted his sleeves and his face looked pale.
Huang Jin thought of Jiang Qingzhi's chronic illness and was about to persuade him to change his clothes when Lu Song coughed dryly, "Lu Ping."
"Shangshu."
"I have a few sets of clothes in the duty room. Long Wei Bo's size... is about the same as mine, right?" Lu Song squinted and sized up Jiang Qingzhi. "Take Long Wei Bo to the duty room to change."
"Thank you very much!" Jiang Qingzhi was not polite. After he left, Huang Jin asked casually, "It seems that Minister Lu and Chang Wei Bo get along well?"
Lu Song said calmly: "Change the place, change the matter, and I will sit back and watch."
Ha ha!
Huang Jin thought, isn’t changing clothes a big deal?
Jiang Qingzhi had a chronic illness. If he caught a cold and got sick, he might end up bedridden.
Huang Jin glanced at Lu Song and found that he looked solemn and disappointed, so he said softly: "The storm is coming!"
Huang Jin thought of Jiang Qingzhi's evaluation of Lu Song: half a gentleman.
A gentleman can be deceived.
A gentleman will put the overall situation first.
When the storm is about to come, Jiang Qingzhi is indispensable!
This man is indeed a gentleman!
Huang Jin couldn't help but admire him greatly... Eunuchs lacked the skills to do things, and their temperaments tended to be extreme, and Huang Jin was no exception.
But what Huang Jin admires most is gentlemen.
Jiang Qingzhi came back. Lu Song took a look and said with a smile, "It's almost the same."
Lu Song was slightly fatter than Jiang Qingzhi, and his clothes looked somewhat empty in him, like a Taoist robe, and he looked quite casual.
Jiang Qingzhi walked up to dozens of officials and asked, "Old Lu, you speak first?"
Lu Song nodded and said, "You all know why we are going down this time. Those who are going far away may have to wait for several months before they can start. For those who are close, such as the capital, we must take action today. Regardless of whether they are far or near, they are all members of my Ministry of Revenue. Remember, for the Ming Dynasty..."
Lu Song suddenly bowed to the ground.
"Shangshu!"
"Lao Lu!"
Amid the exclamation, Lu Song slowly straightened up and said solemnly: "Please!"
He glanced at Jiang Qingzhi, and Jiang Qingzhi stepped forward.
"This is the first fire of the new policy, and it is also the most difficult fire to ignite. Will it burn, or will it be extinguished by others..."
Huang Jin's face suddenly turned grim as he thought of the fire that happened to Jiang Qing on his way there.
This is not a good sign...!
Lu Song obviously thought of this as well, but his expression remained firm.
"This is a problem that has been difficult to solve for thousands of years. The vested interests are like a high wall. Over the past thousands of years, countless people with lofty ideals have tried to tear down this wall, but all of them have failed miserably."
Jiang Qingzhi said in a low voice, "Some people may ask, if you know you will get hurt, why do you insist on doing it?"
This was also the main reason why the officials of the Ministry of Revenue caused trouble.
"Just for one thing." Jiang Qingzhi looked at these officials and said, "When the Ming Dynasty can no longer continue, our children and grandchildren will become the victims of the foreigners' knives, our wives and daughters will become the foreigners' slaves, and our clothes..." Jiang Qingzhi straightened his clothes. At this moment, he thought of Jiangyin.
The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, but the Chinese clothing cannot be lost!
"For the sake of our children and grandchildren, for our wives and daughters, and for the Chinese culture, please... please!"
Jiang Qingzhi saluted.
Dozens of officials were silent.
Jiang Qingzhi maintained his salute posture.
"Forget it. Just like Long Wei Bo said, if for nothing else, I will risk it all for my children, grandchildren, wife and daughter, and for the Chinese culture. Everyone, I will go first!"
An official strode out.
"Gone!" Then another person came.
"It's a long journey, everyone... I hope to see you later!"
"I am leaving now, and I leave my wife and children at home to take care of them." An official in his forties bowed.
Lu Song said solemnly: "If there is any accident, I will take care of it!"
"In that case, I have no regrets." The official turned around and laughed.
"I have been working in a lowly and mean way for many years, just to get promoted and make money, but I didn't expect that at the age of over 40, I would be so reckless as to travel to the southeast to try my luck at making a fortune. I will be famous both before and after my death! Hahahaha!"
"Everyone, let's go."
"Let's go, let's go!"
A group of officials bustled out of the Ministry of Revenue.
Jiang Qingzhi slowly straightened up at this moment, his brows furrowed, and he refused Huang Jin's support.
"Why bother!" Huang Jin sighed.
"No matter what their purpose is, at this moment, in this matter, they are all heroes!" Jiang Qingzhi put his hand on his waist and said, "How should this nation treat heroes?"
"How to treat heroes..."
"Heroes should not be left lonely!" said Jiang Qingzhi.
Among the six ministries of the Ming Dynasty, except for the Ministry of Justice, which was raised by a stepmother, the other five ministries all worked together.
After leaving the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Rites is on the left, the Ministry of Personnel is on the right, and opposite is the Five Military Commissioners' Office.
There were two corridors between the Ministry of Revenue and the Five Military Commissioners' Office.
If it rains, officials can walk along the corridors to take shelter.
At this moment, dozens of officials were waiting in the corridor.
These officials all had gray hair and beards. They held wine glasses in their hands and bowed to the officials from the Ministry of Revenue who came out.
"How can a warrior set out today without wine?" A man came out.
"It's Minister Xiong!" someone exclaimed.
Xiong Jia walked to the front and said, "Drink this cup of wine, and you won't have to worry about villains along the way. Drink this cup of wine to boost your spirit!"
Xiong Jia came forward to represent the attitude of the Ministry of Personnel.
I, Xiong Jia, and my Ministry of Personnel will protect this group of people!
This was a heavy hammer that shook the imperial city.
There has never been such a solemn departure ceremony!
Officials came over one by one, and the old officials offered drinks and bowed their heads, "Bon voyage!"
Drink the wine in the glass, don’t look back... keep moving forward!
Huang Jin and others came out. Seeing this scene, Lu Song asked, "Is this Minister Xiong's arrangement?"
Huang Jin shook his head, "It was Chang Wei Bo who invited Xiong Jia."
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of knocking on wooden boards outside.
Then, children's voices came.
"Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky..."
The child's singing was as melodious as a clear spring, startling the officials from the Ministry of Revenue who had just drunk some wine.
They followed the sound and walked out of the Daming Gate.
Outside the Daming Gate, more than a hundred children stood on both sides, forming a passage.
The children are singing.
"The evening wind blows the willow flute and the sound of the willow flute fades, and the sun sets outside the mountains."
The officials from the Ministry of Revenue slowly walked into the passage filled with children.
"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends."
The officials of the imperial city came out following the sound and were stunned when they saw this scene.
"Reunions are rare in life, but separations are common."
The sound of the song reached the Five Military Commandery. Qiu Luan, who was discussing matters with some old friends, heard it and asked, "Who is singing in the Imperial City?"
Someone reported, "Today, the officials of the Ministry of Revenue set out to check the land in various places. This is the arrangement of Chang Wei Bo."
Several military heroes looked slightly cold, and Qiu Luan sneered, "Jiang Qingzhi has made such a scene, he is going to see blood!"
"There will definitely be blood!"
Outside the imperial city, Jiang Qingzhi and the other two saluted again.
One represents the Taoist priest.
One represents the New Deal.
One represents the Ministry of Households.
"It's worth it!" An official looked back and let the tears flow down.
After everyone left, Huang Jin asked, "Where do we start?"
"I!"
Just when many people were speculating where the land inventory would start, Fu Cheng, the steward of the Bo Mansion, came to the Ministry of Revenue with the account books.
"This is the number of fields in the Bo Mansion and the number of farmers in the village."
Lu Song suddenly realized what was going on when he heard the news, "Chang Wei Bo is using his own family as a target."
This is also self-destruction!
Xin'an Lane took the lead in setting an example.
Obey the overall situation!
then.
The capital has started moving.
Qiu Luan was continuing to discuss how to deal with this land inspection at the Five Military Commandery.
"We rely on this wealth to make a living, so there is absolutely no reason for us to pay taxes." Qiu Luan's eyes were deep, "But let's see how those people respond."
"That's right. If the sky falls, there will be someone tall to hold it up."
"My Lord!" Qiu Luan's followers came in. Seeing his panicked look, Qiu Luan scolded, "Why are you panicking?"
"My Lord, the officials who are checking the land have arrived at the Marquis' Mansion and asked the Marquis to voluntarily report the land and population."
"Jiang Qingzhi, what the hell!"
(End of this chapter)
