Tide 3

Under the blue sky, above the white clouds, several white doves soar freely. The sun poured down from the wings of the pigeons, casting their sturdy figures on the blue eaves of the jungle.

The cyan stone steps, the cyan brick wall, set off the surrounding green trees, the blue-gray distant mountains, the whole Cangyun Temple seems to have sunk into a dream, the companions are breathing around the cigarette smoke and the distant bell, and all the joys and sorrows of the world are isolated by the thick mountain gate.

On the stone steps, a pair of mane shoes stepped quickly. Clear footsteps broke the silence in the mountains, and along the winding stone steps to the Taoist temple, the closed mountain gate creaked open, revealing a pair of eyes staring at the rolling red dust.

"Master, Master, good news, this morning, several imperial historians took joint action to impeach Liu Shen for killing the people and plundering other people's land..."

"Shi Yun, go into the house and talk slowly, drink saliva first!" The owner of the Taoist temple, Dieshan Zhenren, frowned slightly, and commanded in a somewhat reproachful tone.

"Yes, Master!" The owner of the mangshou stuck out his tongue, followed Dieshan and quickly walked into the side room, picked up the teapot, poured a few sips into his mouth, and said while gasping, "I drank tea and talked with several senior brothers in Changchun Palace at the foot of the mountain today, and I heard them say that in the early dynasty, the imperial historians suddenly made a mistake and joined forces to impeach Liu Shen for killing the people, plundering other people's fields, and embezzling military rations. “

"Really? How do the civil and military officials reflect", the Daoist of Dieshan frowned again and asked in a low voice. Several of his disciples are halfway monks, and their temperaments are flashy and jumpy, so they are really not suitable for living in Dadu. But if there is chaos today, I can't select too good disciples for a while, so I can only take them to "practice" in the earthly world while experiencing their temperament.

"The civil and military officials were divided into two major factions, one faction headed by Master Pingzhang Ahma, who demanded a strict investigation of the matter, and calculated the property of the newly established provinces in Jiangnan, so as to put an end to this kind of official coercion and rebellion. One is headed by the right Cheng Dong Wenshan and Taishi Ling Zhang Wenqian, who insist that the generals cannot be changed in the battle, otherwise the morale of the front-line army will be fluctuating, which is not conducive to the flat world. After fighting back and forth, Kublai Khan, the head of the Tartars, was tired of hearing it, and each played fifty boards. While issuing an order to punish Liu Shenzong's subordinates for messing around, he ordered that Lord Ahma should not be in charge of the affairs of the army from now on. No one else, including the Imperial Historian and the Imperial Envoy, was not allowed to interfere in Ahma's financial affairs for the country. A few days ago, the officials who said that they had been sent to inspect taxes in various places also chased them back..."

This Kublai Khan is not stupid, he knows how to balance the two factions of the DPRK and China. Dieshan Zhenren nodded, praised Kublai Khan's imperial technique, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Did you pass on the words I gave you?" ”

"Of course, when I was drinking tea and talking about it, I let out all the news. The disciples of Changchun Palace don't ask about officialdom, but a few of the guys who pretend to be ghosts in the Wu Doumi Sect have a deep relationship with the Dong family. After listening to my analysis, I thought that this was another framing of Hanchen by Ahma, and he had already rushed to the prince's companion to read Wang Xun's complaint," Shi Yundao reported loudly, and his words were not without pride, "Then the disciples revealed the amount of tax collected by the Taoist friends, and Ahma's actual tax collection in Shaanxi and other places, and when they heard those figures, even the disciples of Changchun Palace were stunned!" ”

"Okay, you go and write a letter to report your peace to the Daoists of the Daimyo Mansion, and say that everything is normal in Cangyun Temple. Then go down the mountain with your junior brother Lin Quan, and spread the news that Suo Du and others slaughtered the city, Da Chun connived at his subordinates, and humiliated the new subordinate army, and he must let the people of Ahma hear it! ”

War is a continuation of politics, which in turn means that it can be resolved by political or other means.

"Yes!" Shi Yundao clasped his palms together and hurried to the back hall, and after a while, several different white doves flew into the air, flapping their wings and flying south.

"It seems that the officials of the Tartars learned the Great Song Dynasty and learned very quickly?" While calculating the time for the carrier pigeon to be handed over and the information collected by most of the capital to Fuzhou, Dieshan Zhenren sighed and thought. The peaceful face unconsciously brought a little wry smile.

Back then, in his position in the imperial history, he also impeached Jia Nidao for misleading the country, but he was disgraced and dismissed by Jia Rudao, and even Wen Tianxiang, the champion of the same year, was implicated. Later, Jia Rudao was loyal to the fall, and the luck of the Great Song Dynasty was over.

Fate is sometimes a joke, and I hate these unspoken rules in officialdom and suffer from them. At this moment, we must make full use of these unspoken rules to buy time for the lost territory that my old friend Wen Tianxiang has just regained. The Stacked Mountain Daoist silently asked himself in his heart, "Xie Fangde, Xie Fangde, is it right or wrong for you to do this?" ”

**The Great Song Dynasty makes people desperate, but compared with the people with colored eyes, Jia seems to be a way to make money, and even apprentices are not as good.

Ahma has three major inventions, one is buying, the second is adjusting, and the third is patenting. The so-called buying is to auction the right to collect taxes to officials at all levels, and the highest price will be obtained. Whoever receives more will be the official. Zhao Bing, a corrupt official, promised last year that if he became a tax collector in Shaanxi, he would receive 40,000 yuan of the 19,000 ingots he now gets, and finally Ahmad and he made a deal for 45,000 ingots.

The so-called adjustment is to clean up local finances. However, Dayuan's calculation method was to let lower-level officials pay tribute upwards, and those who paid more tribute were meritorious, and those who paid less were convicted. At the end of each year, officials of all sizes send their subordinates into Beijing to seek a way, and the procession of gift-giving is lined up from Datong Mansion to the root of the Dadu city wall. Last year, there was a Han official who had been released and had no money to send him back to Dadu to find a way out, so he had to hang up his seal and secretly escape. Now, Da Yuan is still wanted for corruption.

The so-called patent means that salt, iron, medicinal materials, and agricultural tools are all manufactured, transported, and sold by the state, and the price is five times that of the private sector, and it is forcibly matched. If you don't buy it, you're guilty.

"The Gai Mongols have never regarded themselves as the masters of the country. Stealing into people's homes, knocking on bones and sucking marrow, and nature is also..."In front of the paper window, Xie Fangde, the commander of the northern spy report of the Broken Army, took a pen and wrote down what he had seen and heard recently. It was not his duty, but a sense of mission of a literati urged him to write down this absurd but true history.

"In fact, the corrupt officials of the Mongols are no different from those corrupt officials of the Great Song Dynasty. Back then, I only knew how to scold Jia, but now I have changed the court, changed the officials, changed the emperor, and ruled the **, which is better than the original. Xie Fang had to put down his pen and thought a little depressed. The so-called change of the yuan is just a group of actors on the same stage. The excerpt (script) is still the original excerpt, and not a single line has been changed. ”

"The prime minister has changed from Jia Nidao to Liumengyan and Chen Yizhong, and Da Song is still the same. Will there be some changes in the future if it is replaced by Wen Tianxiang? After all, this madman is in Fujian, and he has done a lot of things that no one has done before and dare not do" Looking at the sunshine outside the window, thinking about the folk rumors about the Broken Army, Xie Fangde's eyes slowly became more longing.

Wen Tianxiang knows that he bears the hope of most people in this era.

In fact, he already had a feeling of being overwhelmed. With the experience of training troops on Baizhang Ridge, Zou Wei and Miao Chun can be responsible for the construction of the army, but he has to do it himself.

Originally, when Shaowu was controlled, several surrounding prefectures, Jianning, Nanjianzhou and Tingzhou were all under the control of Dayuan, and it was only natural for the army to plunder the local gold pits and silver mines and loot the local treasury. And now that Jianning, Fuzhou, and half of Nanjianzhou have been returned to the Broken Army (the other half is under the control of Mrs. Xu's Xing Song Army), it is obviously no longer suitable to implement the policy of using war to feed war.

Although the donations of large local households and the "transportation" of several new annexed armies in the vicinity were enough to support the captive army for a period of time. But the number of people has expanded to eight targets, and the team of more than 30,000 people needs more than just grain and grass. The body of the Han people in the south is much thinner than that of the Han people in the north, the Khitans, the Jurchens and other ethnic minorities. There is no way to compare with those Mongolian warriors who can be divided into three people when viewed horizontally. It was the difference between a professional farmer and a professional robber, and it had to be made up for by weapons.

And now, there are less than half of the soldiers of the Broken Army who can use the new crossbows and knives. Not to mention equipping the entire artillery standard and artillery. Each of those behemoths costs more than 1,000 taels of silver, and with the cannonballs, they are simply gold-swallowing beasts.

More ways to accumulate money must be devoured, including practical benefits for the people under his rule. Under the oil lamp, Wen Tianxiang thought to his forehead. In Wenzhong's memory, Juntian's exemption has been successfully implemented. In this era of war and chaos, there were villages everywhere that were slaughtered by the Mongols, and some wasteland was distributed by Wen Tianxiang, the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty. The land division measures stabilized local law and order and won the hearts and minds of the people, but for the time being, they could not allow the army to reap the actual benefits of this long-term policy.

Maritime trade also began, and the factory specialties of Shaowu were transported all the way to Fujian along the Shaowu River and the Min River, and soon became the sought-after goods of maritime merchants. But one-tenth of the tax revenue is far from satisfying the huge needs of the Broken Army.

The departments under the jurisdiction of the Prime Minister's Office, the local government, all of which need money.

Although Wen Tianxiang himself was loyal, he was not so confused that he thought that everyone was noble enough to fight the Yuan army even if he was hungry.

When it comes to accumulating wealth, Ahma's buying system is indeed a quick way to make money. Wen Tianxiang looked at the northern intelligence sent from the desk and smiled bitterly. The "buying" of local government affairs not only saves the expenses of the imperial court, but also increases the tax revenue of the state treasury, and also satisfies the greed of officials.

But the area controlled by the Broken Army cannot be as bad as the Northern Yuan, and this newly revived Great Song Dynasty region must show something different from the area controlled by the Great Yuan. Otherwise, it will not be enough for the people to work for it.

Only if you really straighten your waist and be a human being once, will you get tired of being a dog for the Mongols. Otherwise, it is indeed no different if you are also a slave, and it is indeed no different to be a slave to the Great Song Dynasty and to Mongolia to be a slave. This is something that Wen Tianxiang himself has comprehended, neither from the scriptures nor from Wen Zhong's memory.

"Prime Minister, Lord Chen asks to see you!" The pro-soldier crept in and whispered.

"Please come in, old master!" Wen Tianxiang stood up with a smile and walked to the door to greet him. I've told everyone many times in private, don't stick to those false courtesies anymore. But Chen Longfu insisted that the etiquette could not be abolished, and every time he came, he would wait respectfully in the ear room, waiting for Wen Tianxiang's guards to pass on the message.

After a while, there was the sound of unhurried footsteps in the corridor, and Chen Longfu, who was full of tiredness, followed behind the guards. These days, I have to teach the generals to read and write, I have to teach ordinary soldiers about loyalty and righteousness, and I have to put pen to paper to argue with the corrupt Confucians, obviously the old master is tired enough, and the folds that have no time to take care of can already be seen on the plain and neat official uniform.

"Master, is there anything wrong with coming so late?" After sitting down for tea, Wen Tianxiang asked softly.

"It's a matter of sending officials to various places" Chen Longfu's face was a little red, sweat was on his forehead, and under the light, he was shining. "The subordinate official insulted the mission, please punish the prime minister." After speaking, he handed over a roster with a few words not written.

Wen Tianxiang took it with a smile, this was something he didn't expect. There were many people in the army who had received official positions in the Great Song Dynasty, but everyone's minds were in the army, and no one was willing to take charge of local government affairs. Therefore, he entrusted Chen Longfu to recruit from local celebrities. But judging from Chen Longfu's expression, it is obvious that the official position appointed by the Prime Minister's Office has no temptation to those local celebrities, and few people are willing to serve as local parents who want to rob their heads in the Taiping era.

"You said, why don't you be called?" Wen Tianxiang flipped through the roster and frowned slightly. Fuzhou, Jianning, Shaowu and the northern part of Nanjianzhou, there are about fifteen or six counties in the three and a half prefectures that need people to manage. But now, there are only five people on the roster who have been called, and none of them have taken the test, and their reputation among Confucianism is not high.

"They said, if you can't keep the land, you don't know what to do, so you don't dare to eat a vegetarian meal!" Chen Longfu looked at Wen Tianxiang's face and said hesitantly. He knew why these so-called local magnates refused to **. Although they won several battles in succession, the strength of the captive army was still very weak. In the eyes of some local sages, there will be no way out by following Wen Tianxiang. Once a large force of the Yuan army comes to attack, lead the people to defend the land, for fear of being slaughtered by the Yuan army after defeat. Surrender, and I'm afraid that Wen Tianxiang will investigate the fault of not fighting afterwards. If you abandon the official and leave, you will definitely leave an infamy, so it is better to hide and point fingers on the sidelines.

Judge the time, measure the situation, and then find a strong person to take refuge. A wise man has a smart man's way of living.

"However, many people are willing to join the army and join your shogunate," Chen Longfu handed over another list, a long list full of names. They were all young scholars, and their prestige and qualifications were not enough to serve as local officials, but they were encouraged by the successive victories of the Broken Army, and their enthusiasm for writing was very high.

"That's fine, send all those who want to join the army to Miao Chun for training, and if they can persevere, the Broken Army welcomes them to join!" Wen Tianxiang nodded, the expression on his face returning from disappointment to calm. He suddenly remembered a practical solution, which was simpler than the "buying" system invented by Ahma, and was also suitable for the current situation of unstable conditions in the areas controlled by the Broken Army.

"What about the local officials, are they out of the army?" Chen Longfu asked hesitantly. No one wants to be a magistrate, and although he is tired from marching and fighting, he feels indescribably happy when he sees the Tartar fall under his cannon. Including himself, in the past six months, he has written dozens of poems to record the military might of the Broken Army. Each of them surpasses their previous works. If he was forced by Wen Tianxiang to become a magistrate, he would definitely be so agile, and the kind of days of sitting on a chair and grinding his butt would never be able to catch up with the colorful in the army.

"There is a shortage of manpower in our army, and it is impossible to take care of local affairs. Local officials are still elected from the localities! Wen Tianxiang smiled and said an answer that surprised Chen Longfu.

"Local officials, let the local gentry elect themselves. They elected, and I appointed them immediately. I don't need them to collect taxes for me, and I don't need them to defend the land for the country. They only manage local chores, mediate disputes among the people, and try their best to benefit one side, if the captives can't defeat the Yuan army, even if they surrender, I won't ask them for not fighting! ”

"Prime Minister!" Chen Longfu's mouth could almost stuff an egg. The behavior of this Wen Tianxiang in front of him is becoming more and more unbelievable, a few days ago, he quietly sent Du Hu to the sea to command a group of "leased" pirates, which is enough to make people shocked. But that can at least be understood as an attempt to ease the contradictions between dissident generals. And now, the local officials are no longer appointed, what is the difference between the broken army and before the defeat of these places!

"Master, when we were in Shaowu, we had already promised the people in the vicinity that there would be no taxes for agriculture and that they would pay for forced labor, so the local officials really didn't need much, and they didn't need to do anything. They only need to maintain local tranquility, and we will send people to inspect from time to time to put an end to their corrupt and perverted behaviors. ”

"But, but, then, how to distinguish between them and officials of the Great Song Dynasty or the Great Yuan!" Chen Longfu finally answered, and his forehead was already sweating. Wen Tianxiang's thinking changed too quickly, but the logic was very clear. Whether you want to keep up with him or refute him, it is difficult.

"If you can't even resist the captives, don't you expect local officials and civilians to increase casualties? The people's hearts belong to the Great Song Dynasty, and the land belongs to the Great Song Dynasty. The hearts of the people belong to Dayuan, and the land belongs to Dayuan! Wen Tianxiang replied with a smile. The victory of the system, he couldn't explain it clearly to Chen Longfu. But one thing he can be sure of is that the common people, accustomed to self-government, will certainly resist more fiercely when they return to the slavery system of officials appointed by the imperial court.

It was a rebellion from within, and only those who have enjoyed autonomy will understand the difference between freedom and oppression. In the future, the Broken Army and the Northern Yuan will definitely continue to fight, and the land will definitely change hands several times. But the Northern Yuan conquered the land, and the Breaker Army wanted to win the hearts of all the people.

No matter what era it is, there is nothing wrong with winning the hearts of the people who win the world.

"It's good!" Chen Longfu nodded and agreed with Wen Tianxiang's opinion. Then, in a low voice, he reminded, "It's just that we're here, Rulin......"

"Rulin is going to talk about whether we have broken the rules of our ancestors! Why should the master pay attention to these people's arguments, if you can resist the Mongols by abiding by the rules of your ancestors, I will be the first to guard it. The problem is that the ancestral rules have already made us lose once, and we can't afford to lose a second time. Wen Tianxiang's voice suddenly raised, he had already heard of those folk discussions, and he was sad at first, but quickly put it aside.

Things are done, not spoken. After the destruction of Dayuan, the three and a half mansions were already a blank sheet of paper. With Da Song's failed experience and Da Yuan's negative statement, he already knows how to make the first stroke.

"Master, we have to create something different, not only do I want the local officials to be appointed by the locals themselves, but I am also ready to completely open up the industries of salt, iron, gold, silver, and medicinal herbs to the people. As long as there is the strength to operate, the government will approve it. In this way, they know the difference between being a Song person and being a Yuan person. In this way, the people of the world can see hope from despair and see a different life. Let them know that they have other uses than to pay taxes, as well as human dignity and their wealth. ”

Wen Tianxiang whispered, his tone a little excited. "As for what the world thinks, from the moment my hair was broken, I didn't care. I believe that a few Confucian scholars cannot influence the minds of tens of millions of people. I also believe that no matter how the literati whitewash, people hundreds of years from now will still examine the crimes committed by the Yuan army today, as well as these jokes made by the Mongols. ”

"I believe in you too, Prime Minister!" Chen Longfu's tone was also a little excited, and he looked at Wen Tianxiang's eyes and said, "I had an argument with General Du that day, and afterwards, everyone was very upset. It's all for the Great Song..."

"Don't talk about what happened that day, everyone is for Da Song. As for the difference of opinion, it is possible to sit down and discuss, as we did in our pre-war meeting! Wen Tianxiang waved his hand generously, interrupting Chen Longfu's self-examination. It's not a bad thing to be controversial, at least everyone is starting to have their own opinions. He needs to find out the shortcomings in the discussion, not blindly follow under high pressure.

"What the prime minister said today, I will bring him up in the council hall tomorrow" Chen Longfu nodded and promised loudly.

"I mentioned it myself, Master sat here for a while, and looked at the information sent from the north. I'll bring Zijun and Ziju here, discuss the detailed rules together, and hand them over to everyone tomorrow to discuss" Wen Tianxiang said with great interest, through the exchange with Chen Longfu, his own thinking has become much clearer, and he also has some clue about how to develop the entire area controlled by the Broken Army, and how to further compete with the Northern Yuan for land and people's hearts.

"The speed of the Great Yuan Dynasty's degeneration is much faster than we expected. The entire court was full of corrupt officials. Such a court will not stand for more than a hundred years. Therefore, as long as we can survive the first few waves of retaliation of the Yuan army, it will not be long before the internal attrition of the Great Yuan will be enough to defeat him", Fujian Dadu Governor's Mansion, Wen Tianxiang talked eloquently.

The information sent from the capital city was passed on to the generals. Everyone who saw it looked disdainful. The Northern Yuan court was efficient, and the Mongols were straight-eyed and more incorruptible than the Song people, these are the impressions that everyone got from the rumors. And Xie Fang had to record those facts and tell everyone that in fact, this Northern Yuan court was no longer as energetic as it was when it had just defeated the Jin State and swept the north. The Great Song Dynasty court had those drawbacks and vices that it had before, and none of them were contaminated. Those evils and vices that the Great Song Dynasty did not have, they invented creatively.

No matter from the perspective of national righteousness and morality, Dayuan really should not exist in this land.

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