Overnight, Jingchu and Jiangnan were full of wolf smoke.

The riot was in full swing, and Wang Ji, the governor of Jingchu, organized officers and soldiers in the province to encircle and suppress the mob in Dongting Lake.

At this time, the effectiveness of the new policy was fully apparent, and the governor of a province had enough power to dispatch the officers and soldiers of the entire theater of operations to cooperate with the operation.

The daily war reports are sent to Bianliang in an endless stream, but often the first news reports that a certain city has been lost, and the next news is that the city has been recaptured, and the Dongting mob is wandering around, with no intention or ability to occupy a city or a place, so it seems that it is just a thief, and there is no big threat.

In the Ming Hall, Yang Lin was finally not idle at home, and his face was very unsightly.

Every time I relax for a few days, something big happens, and I am about to be tortured into a nervous disorder.

"Wang Ji sent people to say that there are many commonalities between the Jiangnan rebels and the Jingchu mob, and most of the anti-thief weapons seized this time were forged in the same workshop." Yang Lin threw a blade and said, "This workmanship is not bad, it doesn't look like the handwriting of a small workshop." ”

The officials present stepped forward to check, and sure enough, the blade was very thin, and it was relatively strong and sharp.

Bai Shizhong said angrily: "At this time, it is obvious that there are people in Jiangnan or there is a force that is secretly supporting the anti-thieves. ”

Jingchu Jiangnan was in turmoil at the same time, and with the support of the same group of people behind them, these people still had the ability to smelt weapons on their own. It must be a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, Yang Lin raised his eyebrows and said: "Some people are thieves and want to turn over." ”

"There are always some remote counties in the provinces, which are the happy land of Maitreya and Mingjiao, and the people there are extremely easy to be deceived, and once they join the religion, they are some walking corpses, driven by people."

Yang Lin looked at Xu Zhichang as he spoke, and asked, "The General Administration Department of the Ministry of Rites, we must do a good job in the propaganda of these poor mountains and remote areas, so that the people know the dangers of cults. ”

Xu Zhichang looked embarrassed, those places don't even have roads, how to preach?

When Yang Lin saw his appearance, he was angry in his heart, and scolded: "You still need someone else to teach you this little thing, Di Bao mobilized the local county government, and the county sent people to preach it." For the Diao people in these places, it is to beat gongs and drums to shout in various villages, and think of some vulgar and superficial slogans, which has the best effect. ”

Xu Zhichang hurriedly responded, his face was a little scornful, fortunately he was scolded in Mingtang not once or twice.

"The extermination of the thieves this time is like fighting a fire, and the most important thing is not to put out the fire, but to cut off the people who may be bewitched. Otherwise, these thieves will fight from one place to another, and they will be coerced everywhere they go, and the people will gather like snow, and they will not be able to get rid of it, and they will not stop suppressing it. The General Administration Department is so important, but on weekdays, you treat it as a Qingshui Yamen, and you almost do nothing. Starting today, I want to reorganize the General Administration. ”

After Yang Lin finished speaking, he left a group of ministers and walked out of the Ming Hall.

Outside the Ming Hall in autumn, it was full of fallen leaves, and a few small chamberlains had just swept it up and put it in a bamboo basket at the door, waiting to pour it out of the imperial city.

Yang Lin lifted it with a kick, kicked the bamboo basket and flew over, and then went to the Ministry of Rites with a calm face.

Several small waiters looked at each other, the autumn wind was rolling, and the courtyard was full of yellow leaves.

---

In the Ministry of Rites and the Department of General Administration, seven or eight officials were drinking tea and chatting.

This yamen had almost no practical work except for writing a few newspapers every month to spread the policies of the imperial court.

Or maybe these officials and gentlemen were whimsical and interested, and wrote a few poems attached to one side to show off.

This earliest tofu block can indeed make them famous quickly, after all, there is no shortage of good poems, but there is a lack of ways to spread them.

With a bang, the door was pushed open, and a group of people gathered around a person in a purple and gold official uniform came in.

The official on duty in the General Administration Department was startled, and quickly got up, and became even more nervous when he saw it, isn't this Yang Shaozai.

Yang Lin looked around and said, "What are you all doing here?" After speaking, while walking, I looked at the officials' tables, all of which were poems about singing the wind and the moon, and there were only two people transcribing the content of the court's court meeting.

Yang Lin slapped the table and said, "Is this what you should do every day with Yulu?" ”

Everyone in the General Administration Department went to see Xu Zhichang behind him, who was the head of their Ministry of Rites, but unfortunately Xu Zhichang himself was difficult to protect himself, so he didn't say a word.

Lu Qian moved a chair, and after Yang Lin sat down, he reprimanded him with a golden sword.

"Except for this and this, every one of the other general administration secretaries present went to the ministry, ready to pack up and transfer to the River Governance Division, and follow Zhang An for a few days. There the water level was measured, the sediment was recorded, and the river was surveyed, so that the laziness could be corrected. When did Zhang An tell me, you have performed well, let's talk about Bianliang again. ”

Everyone's faces changed, and only the two who transcribed the policy breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the room full of officials, Yang Lin's heart moved, the General Administration Department is the Propaganda Department, which is very important.

Nowadays, there are no media and newspapers, and the right to speak can play a small role, it is just a newspaper, and you have to make good use of it.

"Yuan Tingzhi was transferred to promote the General Political Division, and there are three cadres under it, Wang Anzhong, the governor of Xiangzhou, and Zhao Mingcheng, the criminal officer of Jingzhao Mansion..."

Xu Zhichang was stunned in place, what kind of immortal combination is this, although Wang Anzhong has literary talents, it is Liang Shicheng's party. This guy is still a student of Su Shi, and has served as a bachelor and a bachelor of Hanlin. With the eunuch Liang Shicheng and Cai You, as soon as Yang Lin came to power, he was demoted to Xiangzhou.

I have to say that his writing is indeed outstanding, after all, he is Su Shi's beloved apprentice.

Coincidentally, Zhao Mingcheng and his world-famous lady were also driven out by the wrong party.

Zhao Mingcheng's father, Zhao Tingzhi, was promoted by Cai Jing, while Li Qingzhao's father was a student of Su Shi and a disciple of Han Zhongyan.

The composition of these people is too bad, not to mention that Li Qingzhao is still a woman, how can he enter the court as an official with his husband?

Yang Lin doesn't care about these, the pen is innocent, these people have no evil deeds, but they are just attached to whom they sing praises.

Now in the DPRK and China, what about other parties?

If you want to improve the role of the General Administration, you must have a few literati who can control the scene, and let them copy these in front of them, and take out every one of them that can be put on the table.

Yang Lin couldn't help but say that he had already sent someone to the ministry to inform Wang Chaoli and let him do it.

Xu Zhichang had been beaten several times today, but he still stepped forward and asked, "Shaozai, I don't know who to send to do this mission in Jingchu and Jiangnan villages?" ”

Yang Lin lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and said, "No need, I'll let Song Jiang do it." It is better for Hua Rong to write slogans, this thing is not for the literati to see, the most important thing is to make those illiterate villagers understand and know the seriousness of the problem. ”

Xu Zhichang was stunned for a moment and asked, "For example?" ”

Yang Lin pointed to one of the guards of the Long Live Battalion, who was the most rude in the crowd, stretched out his hand and asked, "Have you ever read a book?" ”

"Back to Shaozai, no, but Fourth Brother Lu taught me to write my name." The guard was a little embarrassed, but replied truthfully.

These people licked blood with knives, and in their early years, they were outlaws who sold salt, and they were all reckless men who couldn't read big words.

Yang Lin nodded and said, "You come to think of a mission slogan, you can't think of it, the monthly money for these three months is gone." ”

The guard stared, his tower-like body stiff, and his face was full of embarrassment. After waiting for less than half a pillar of incense, Yang Lin was already impatient and scolded: "Don't say anything, this year's monthly money is gone." ”

This surprise was not trivial, the burly guard let out, raised his head and said loudly:

"If you believe in religion early, the whole family will not be well. The daughter-in-law was, and the father and mother died. ”

The people around him suffocated their faces into pig liver color with a smile, and Xu Zhichang also held his toes. scolded in his heart, insulting Sven, insulting Sven.

The guard was also a little embarrassed, scratched his head, laughed a few times, and scolded the people present in his heart.

He secretly looked at Yang Lin, thinking that Shaozai would be angry, but he didn't expect him to smile, not angry but happy.

Yang Lin said happily: "Good life, be rewarded!" Pack up and go to Song Jiang, you are one of the copywriters for this mission. ”