Responsibilities (3)

"What a big Song champion, what Wenqu Star Nether, bullshit!" Cheng Laofu scolded while struggling to sprinkle lime on the side of the street.

The smell of lime is very choking, and even with a cloth covering the mouth (similar to a mask, but larger than a mask), it also smokes and burns in the nostrils. Thinking about it, just because he threw half a dustpan of garbage outside the yard, he was punished for doing such a humiliating job, and the anger in his heart didn't hit anywhere.

There is a plague, and all the people in the city who have a little food in the house, who do not hide and do not go out, wait until the plague god is gone and then come out to do activities. But Cheng Laofu didn't have this chance to dodge. It stands to reason that his family is a wealthy family in Confucius Lane, and he doesn't have to do his own stupid work. But the servant of the family fell ill and was arrested and hospitalized by the medical hall opened by the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion. Cheng Laofu saw that there was too much garbage at home, so he took advantage of the darkness to throw it at the mouth of the alley. Who would have expected that he would just be caught by the patrol, fined three cents of silver, and asked him to do ten days of labor without compensation.

Although the daily task is only to use lime to smooth the places on both sides of the street with stagnant water, but this work is really not Cheng Laofu can do, he has only been pampered since he was a child for three days, and his hands are burned by lime, and when he goes home at night to take off his gloves, the blood is connected to the flesh and skin, and it hurts like a heartbreak.

"I still have to go through the book of heaven, if you want me to read it, it's bullshit that I don't understand. There was a plague, and that was because the politicians did not cultivate virtue, did not hurry up to write poems to worship the plague god, and even let the emperor issue an edict to sin himself, and sprinkle the ashes of this Laoshizi. If you don't use good lime to wipe the walls, you don't throw it inside, and you will lose money and money! Sprinkled a few more shovels of lime, and saw that the dustpan in his hand was empty, Cheng Laofu scolded and walked towards the ash.

Some of the people who worked together in the surrounding area received wages from the government and undertook the work of cleaning up the streets in this section. Some of them, like Chen Laofu, were punished with hard labor because they made small mistakes. More of them are newly enlisted soldiers of the Broken Army, resisting shovels and pushing wheelbarrows, and they are in full swing.

In the dead corner of the street, the mountain of garbage that has accumulated for I don't know how many years has been pushed away. The drainage ditches used by the people to dump their waste water were also forcibly leveled. Not far away, a wide ditch was being dug, and many of the tenants who had fled the fighting in the city had found something to do there. The Fujian Metropolitan Governor's Office stresses credibility, and pays wages every five days, not Jiaozi and leather money, but a sufficient amount of Song Tongbao. So those hillbillies are very happy, although there is a plague in the city, but no one is as afraid as Cheng Laofeng and other city people, so afraid that they dare not go out.

"Virtue, just follow the madman Wen to fool around. If digging a ditch can prevent the plague, my words will be written upside down! Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Cheng Laofu felt more and more angry.

"me, save some spitting. Although the Metropolitan Governor's Office has an order, it is not allowed to punish for words. If you scold less, you can get less lime in your throat! A voice persuaded from behind!

In the provisional statute promulgated by the Metropolitan Governor of Fujian, there is no charge of misleading the public. That's why Cheng Lao has no scruples when he scolds, and he is not afraid of others reporting at all. Hearing that someone had penetrated his thoughts, Cheng Laofu's face turned a little red, and he simply raised his voice and shouted: "I, he is acting wrongly, and he feels guilty!" The mouth of the people is more important than the Sichuan. I'm not afraid of people catching me, if I do, let's just tell all their ghost thoughts, cough, poof! ”

A mouthful of thick phlegm followed by a scolding sound, and he spit it out to the side of the street that had just been sprinkled with lime. A few workers next to him saw it, frowned in disgust, and walked away. Cheng Lao Feng saw that his behavior had made others unhappy, and his depression was relieved a little, and he walked over triumphantly, just about to rub off the phlegm with the sole of his shoe, when the depressed voice behind him sounded again.

"Spitting, the same penalty as open defecation, a fine of twenty cents or five days' hard labor, from the end of the current period of hard labor!"

"Grandma!" Cheng Laofu opened his mouth to scold, and suddenly felt that this voice was very familiar, turned around, and saw Zheng Qian Laosi in the Confucius Lane in this district holding a small notebook in his hand, standing behind him with a cold face.

"Old, this is your ticket. When and where, and for what reason, you can verify for yourself, whether you pay money or do hard labor, it's up to you. Tomorrow morning, before the start of work, I will go to the district office to answer the mao, and find Uncle Zhang in the account room to sell the list! Qian Laosi quickly wrote a few sentences in the notebook with charcoal, removed the second half of the ticket, and couldn't help but say that the process was in Lao Fu's hand.

"Qian, Fourth Uncle Qian, Fourth Master, you, you have a lot of adults, pretend not to see it!" Cheng Lao was flustered, and prayed with a salivating face.

scolded Wen Tianxiang and slandered the New Deal, he had no scruples. Anyway, Wen Tianxiang's own rule is that freedom of speech has nothing to do with truth. According to Cheng Laofu's understanding of this remark, he wants to say whatever he wants, and he can accuse whoever he wants, as long as he does not carry dirty words and does not insult the other party's family, the government cannot do anything to him. But spitting is a great sin during a plague epidemic, and if someone is accused of deliberately spreading the plague, the prison meal will be eaten.

"No, the list has been ripped off, it's not the bottom link, the county lord is the only one who asks!" Qian Laosi said with a cold face and reluctantly.

"Fourth uncle, we live in an alley, look down and don't see anyone who looks up, you are still here!" Seeing that Fourth Uncle Qian had turned around and was about to leave, Chen Laofu hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the other party's sleeve and prayed warmly.

"No, let you go, someone reported you, I can't get out of it myself!" Fourth Uncle Qian slammed down his sleeves and threw Cheng Laofu's dirty hands aside.

"In the last election, I also voted for your Zhu lot!" Seeing that the plea failed, Chen Laofu stomped his feet and turned over the old account.

"Thanks to everyone, let me be this right. If you take this portion, you have to do this part. I have to be right, go straight, and I can't let people poke my backbone in the back and embarrass Prime Minister Wen! Fourth Uncle Qian smiled and walked away.

"Virtue, next time, I will call Lao Zhuo, Eighth Master, and Little Liuzi, and they will not vote for you!" Cheng Laofu muttered a few words at Fourth Uncle Qian's back, picked up the dustpan and continued to sprinkle lime.

At this moment, he is full of regret for the mistake he made two years ago. At that time, when the Broken Army first entered Fuzhou, all the rules were changed again. The original yamen and servants were all dismissed, and the county orders and county officials were all elected from the local gentry. In addition, the Fuzhou Prefecture was divided into four districts: east, south, west, and north, and each district was divided into more than a dozen li according to the street, and the people were asked to choose the district chief and Li Zheng who could read and write to assist the government in doing things.

Confucius Lane is on the edge of Confucius Temple, and there are many people who read. But none of you want to be this right. Regardless of the Great Song Dynasty or the Great Yuan, the low-level officials are not capable of being conscientious. If you don't talk about it, the matter of urging food and money is still on your head. Once you make a mistake or pay the money late, you will have to suffer a lawsuit.

The previous chief of Confucius Lane was in a hurry to collect money for the government, forced the banknote to death, and was arrested and sent to prison. The family property was also flushed out of the public and the arrears were paid. (Drinker's note: The banknote is a major invention of the Yuan Dynasty.) It is specially designed for the urban population who do not have land, and each person must pay a certain amount of money every year to fulfill the obligation of being a grass farmer! ）。

Therefore, several big families privately calculated and found those outsiders with small family populations to deal with the errand. In Fuzhou, Chen, Cheng, Huang, and Wang are all surnames with a family history of hundreds of years. Qian, Yang, and Feng are small surnames and belong to outsiders. Therefore, when the first election of the head of the district and the district head, the representatives of each family voted all the signatures to express the people's will into the bamboo tubes of the candidates with small surnames.

After the election, everyone knew that the official system of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion was different from that of the Great Song Dynasty. The district mayor and Li Zheng are both official positions, and they have a fixed salary every month. You only need to find a way to do things for the area under your jurisdiction, and you don't need to assist the government in distributing grain. And there is also the power to impeach the government and county officials, as long as they do not break the law, the county lord cannot remove them.

This kind of good thing simply fell from the sky, and several big clans complained bitterly, but there was no place to buy regret medicine. Vowed to push his own people in the next election. But one term is a five-year period, and in the next election, who knows what new tricks the Prime Minister's Mansion will play at that time.

Anyway, those tricks Cheng Lao Fu'er can't understand. Just like this plague, in the usual times, the officials and masters had already made ships to avoid the plague at sea, but Prime Minister Wen did not leave. Although he refused to ask for a demotion, he refused to write an article to burn to the plague god Niangniang to ask for guilt. But this courage to face the plague makes people inevitably feel a little admiration while accusing him of his mistakes.

The means of dealing with the plague were also unheard of by the people. If a person is sick, he or she is not allowed to stay at home, and must go to a fixed hospital for treatment. No one is allowed to litter or dump wastewater. In addition, it is necessary to drink water from boiling wells, and it is forbidden to carry water from rivers to drink. Use lime to pad the road and the house, the people's daily domestic garbage is not allowed to be thrown away, to be poured to the designated place, every day by the government to send someone to load and collect away, mixed with a large amount of lime pulled into the field to bury deeply.

The most incomprehensible thing is that at the moment of the disaster, the Prime Minister's Mansion is building a large number of buildings. All the drainage ditches that have been smelling for decades in Fuzhou City have been filled. One side fills, and the other side excavates a new one, a few zhang deep, and more than one zhang wide. It is said that Shaowu, Jianpu, Zhangzhou, and Quanzhou are all doing this, all the way to the depths of the sea. After completion, the bottom should be paved with cement and the surface will be covered.

The emperor's family didn't dare to spend money like this, and many old people who were used to thrift shook their heads and sighed. It is said that this kind of "uncontrolled" extravagant behavior made Lord Lu beside the emperor unable to see it, and persuaded him several times. But the madman smashed all the money he was going to give to the emperor to build the palace as if he couldn't hear it.

"Maniac!" Cheng Lao sprinkled a spade of lime and scolded.

"What Master Wen wants to do, you can't be wrong!" Fourth Uncle Qian closed his small notebook, carefully put away the charcoal (pencil) sent from above, and put it into his arms.

Alcoholic Note 1: The statement that good people are not officials is found in an article about the gains and losses of grassroots politics in the early years of the Republic of China. The specific name was forgotten by the drunkard. It is said that in the beginning, the local gentry held the rank of village chief. Most of these first officials were of decent character, and when someone in the village could not pay their taxes, they would pay them in advance. Later, the Republic of China solicited excessively, and the village chiefs couldn't afford it, so they resigned one after another. In order to pay the taxes, the government had to use a group of ruffians to serve as village heads. In this way, tax revenues are immediately guaranteed. The new village chiefs were not only able to complete their tasks on time, but also made enough money one by one. It's just that the people can't live anymore.

Note 2: Regarding the range of artillery, plague prevention and control measures, and how to limit the separation of powers and checks and balances under the historical conditions of the time, interested readers can go to the forum, "Alcoholics Zone" to post a discussion, where there is no limit to the number of words. The drunkard sent the prototype of Wenzhong there today, please refer to it. This paragraph is more difficult to write, and I hope to get everyone's advice.

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