Chen Mo returned home, how the husband and wife hugged their heads and cried for the time being, and after crying for a long time, Chen Mo asked with a confused face: "What about our daughter?" Why aren't you at home? ”

When Chen Mo's wife heard this, she also wiped her tears and said: "The two daughters have gone to school, I don't know what the government thinks, saying that girls also have to study, they have been studying for several years, and they can graduate in two years." ”

Chen Mo snorted, and didn't ask again, just asked his wife to go to Haosheng to clean up the house, and planned to invite Duan Xiaorong to stay for dinner, but Duan Xiaorong waved his hand and said, "You should be at home to accompany your younger brothers and sisters, and the foolish brother will leave first." ”

Before he walked out of the door, Duan Xiaorong turned around again and said, "By the way, you don't have to forget, there will be five more days, that is, when those Jiannu are late, remember to go and see it together." ”

Chen Mo shook his head and said: "Don't go and watch it, if you have that time, it's better to be born at home to accompany their mother and daughter, I owe them fourteen years." ”

Seeing this, Duan Xiaorong didn't persuade anymore, but just said goodbye to Chen Mo and went to the Red Mansion - now that Jiannu is finished, it doesn't make sense to write any books like "The Secret History of Bumu Butai" by himself, and now it's very relaxed.

The day after he arrived home to rest, Chen Mo went to Jinyiwei to report again, but was told that the newspaper was no longer under the responsibility of Jinyiwei, but to Shaofu.

After Chen Mo ran to Shaofu again, he found the person in charge and officially took over the newspaper stall.

As for Chen Mo's identity, he was naturally washed clean by Jinyiwei, and it had nothing to do with what happened fourteen years ago.

Ding Yanwen looked at Chen Mo and sighed: "In the past two days that Edward Chen has been home, the official has been almost exhausted, fortunately you came back to take over this mess, otherwise, the official is afraid that he will wipe his neck." ”

Chen Mo, who is an old fritter in officialdom, naturally knows that Ding Yanwen's words are nothing more than to express the importance he attaches to himself, just listen to it, and not take it too seriously.

The Ming Dynasty is so big, except for Emperor Chongzhen, there is no such thing as a mess without anyone - in fact, there will be no big problem without Emperor Chongzhen.

After first thanking Ding Yanwen for his awards and weight, and then saying that he would definitely do his best for the newspaper, Chen Mo pondered: "I don't know where the focus of attention is now?" ”

Ding Yanwen said with a smile: "Yesterday, a note came down from the celebrant supervisor, asking this newspaper to shorten the time of issuance, change the semi-monthly to a weekly publication, and be prepared for a daily publication in the future." ”

Chen Mo was a little confused.

Before I came out, it was still a semi-monthly magazine, so why did it change to a weekly publication just after a day's time? Also the daily? Even if you make this thing, how do you send it out of town?

However, being imprisoned in Jinyiwei for 14 years made Chen Mo realize a truth - as long as he does what Emperor Chongzhen explained, he doesn't have to worry about the rest.

As for the celebrant and the celebrant or something, it can basically be ignored, and even the role of the cabinet has almost returned to its original form, and the eunuchs of the celebrant can't make any waves.

Seeing that Chen Mo responded, Ding Yanwen continued: "The most urgent thing at the moment is the renovation of the imperial city, as well as the laying of the railway, and nothing else, you have been in charge of this for fourteen years, I believe you know how to do it in your heart." ”

After finishing speaking, Ding Yanwen pointed to a small room next to him and said: "Inside that room is the father-in-law of Jinyiwei and the insider factory, just let them look at it first after the newspaper comes out, and there is no need to pay attention to anything else, if there is anything, they will naturally be responsible." ”

Seeing that Ding Yanwen had already found someone to carry the blame, Chen Mo was also determined.

Now getting a newspaper outside is not the same concept as getting it inside the edict prison, and after the edict is done inside, there will be a brocade guard to review it, and if you write nonsense outside, it is very likely that you will get into trouble.

Now that it's okay, with Jinyiwei and the eunuchs of the insider factory staring here, it can basically represent the meaning of Emperor Chongzhen, or that there are already people who carry the thunder and take the blame, and everything will be much easier.

Just do it, everything Chen Mo saw before was what Jinyiwei asked him to see, and now Chen Mo plans to go out for a walk and see what this Da Ming has become.

The construction site at Dongbianmen is now in full swing, and it is also the first stop for Chen Mo.

As soon as he arrived at the construction site of the East Side Gate, Chen Mo found two completely different scenes.

Obviously not the barbarians of the Ming Dynasty are a group of people, these people are dressed very simply, they will cover their bodies, they are wearing masks on their mouths that I don't know if they are useful, they are paving the road with black oil stones, and from time to time someone coughs, or straightens their waists to rest, and then buries their heads in coolies.

There were also some Japanese slaves who carried whips in their hands and patrolled the entire construction site, they wore much thicker clothes than these barbarians, even though it was almost May, the weather was already hot, and the Japanese slave overseers were wearing extremely thick and thicker masks.

These slave overseers walked back and forth throughout the construction site, and if they saw someone lazy or unable to do their work, they would unceremoniously whip the whip in their hands, often breaking the skin and flesh of the person without stopping.

A little farther away is another construction site, where the people working are obviously the thickest in their clothes, and the masks are also extremely thick, and the overseers are no longer slaves, but the servants of Shuntianfu.

Chen Mo walked back and forth on the construction site, and no one cared about him, the officials of Shuntianfu were too lazy to care, this kind of guy with an official body at a glance knows where it came from, more things are better than less things, just look at it, anyway, there are no secrets.

As for the Japanese slave supervisors, they didn't dare to come over to take care of it at all - how the old men of the Ming Dynasty shook on the construction site was the business of the Ming Dynasty, and the old men of the Ming Dynasty didn't care, so they had to make up for something?

Swinging around the construction site, Chen Mo has been silently observing, taking out a charcoal pen from time to time to write a few words on the paper, and then continuing to shake, and then watching, no one came to disturb until the evening was about to get dark.

Those Ming people began to pack up their tools one by one, and left the construction site in twos and threes, even if someone occasionally passed by Chen Mo's side, they just glanced at it curiously.

As for the construction site where the barbarians were, they were still busy until it was completely dark.

The official of Shuntian Mansion had already noticed this strange man since Chen Mo had just appeared on the construction site, and he had been too lazy to pay attention to him before, but now that it was dark, he still didn't leave, and the official couldn't help but come over.

After looking Chen Mo up and down in the faint light, the official of Shuntian Mansion spoke: "Identity certificate? ”

Chen Mo took out the sign of the editor-in-chief of Daming Daily from his arms and handed it to the official for inspection, and after the official arched his hand and ignored Chen Mo.

The officials of Shuntianfu also left, those barbarian laborers were also taken away, and the slave overseers also left, as for the people of the Ming Dynasty, they had already left completely, Chen Mo spit out the turbidity in his chest for a long time, and slowly walked towards home.

What I saw today was really beyond my expectations.

In fact, all this is a hundred, a thousand, or more cruel than what I saw through Jinyiwei's intelligence.

The whole construction site looks orderly, but in fact, it is distinguished by layers of hierarchy of people, and then each level will automatically suppress each other in order to maintain their privileges.

The first layer is naturally those of the Ministry of Railways and the Shuntian Mansion and the officials, who represent the emperor and the government, they are naturally at the highest level, and are supported by the Ming people of the second class, as well as the awe of the third-level Japanese slave overseers.

In this division of classes, there is no need for the first and second estates to take the initiative to do anything, and the third class of Japanese slave overseers will take the initiative to oppress the barbarian laborers of the fourth class for their own benefit.

And among the barbarian laborers of the fourth estate, there is a more amusing situation.

In order to have an extra steamed bun or an extra piece of meat at mealtime, some people will want to show themselves well in exchange for a good impression from the overseer.

The rest of the laborers hated these better performers, who were also laborers but were treated a little better, followed by the Japanese slave overseers.

As for the first and second estates, these laborers have not even a trace of hatred, but only endless envy, or dreams of when they will be able to blend into the third estate.

I don't know who came up with this terrible class division, but this is what the entire construction site of the East Gate looks like, and it must be the same in other places.

After writing for a long time, Chen Mo suddenly shuddered, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and then burned the content of these writings, and wrote another article that had nothing to do with it, probably praising the harmony on the construction site and the dedication of the workers......

Shaking his head, Chen Mo drove all the thoughts just now out of his mind - not only could he not write about some things, but he couldn't even think about them.

It was not easy to get out of Jinyiwei's edict, and if he made a big death at this juncture, it was estimated that it would not be as simple as going to the edict again.

Chen Mo is paying attention to the construction site, and Jinyiwei is paying attention to Chen Mo.

After listening to the spies' report, Guan Bu lightly brushed the foam in the teacup with the lid of the cup, and said with a smile: "Look at it slowly, watch it for a few more months, if there is no problem, don't worry about him." ”

These literati are just troublesome, they have to go to the construction site to spend the whole day staying, isn't there something wrong with it? How is Gewu qualified?

……

Four days later, as soon as it was light, the entire Caishikou and several nearby streets began to be crowded.

For Ling Chi, the people in the capital have seen a lot, but in fact they are not very interested, and the people are interested in the objects of Ling Chi this time, the last few Jiannu.

It's still the execution table, it's still the executioners, it's still the old-fashioned process, and the people of the Ming Dynasty are all watching it with relish.

As early as a few days ago, the government had already posted a notice saying that it was going to delay the last few Jiannu.

Although most of these people are illiterate, they can't stand the fact that they have sons at home, and after their sons have gone to social school, most of them can stumble and show them to read, and they no longer have to give up their faces to ask the central people.

It was not until this time that the people of the Ming Dynasty truly realized the benefits of reading.

Not only can the little girl in the family read down the notice, but even found something related to his own family on another notice.

Starting from the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, all peasant households will be exempted from taxation, and each household will pay a certain amount of public grain, as for how much this amount is, it is still necessary to wait for the notice of the household department.

This also means that in addition to the public grain, as long as the grain is kept for oneself to eat instead of being sold, the grain is all owned by one's own family, and there is no need to pay a penny.

As for taking grain out and selling it?

Is Lao Tzu stupid? It's only been a few years and you're thinking about selling grain? Lao Tzu will not sell it if he takes it to make wine, and can he still make the government cheaper?

Facing their "incomparably wise" old people, these literate children couldn't cry or laugh one by one.

These grains are sold to collect business tax, and if you brew wine, you will have to collect alcohol tax, and this wine tax is not known how many times higher than the grain tax.

After eating their children's explanations, these old farmers suddenly blushed - they were embarrassed and threw themselves in front of the baby, which was really a bit shameless.

Then, these old farmers recognized a reason.

You have to let your children read, you have to read everything, you can be an official first, at least you can understand the notice of the government, and you won't suffer a loss, even if you are farming!

Originally, there were a few children who increased the yield of grain by 100 catties per mu according to the cultivation method in the "Book of Persuasion", and now after reading the notices and making their families suffer less, the motivation for children to study is even higher.

Chongzhen's version of the "Book of Persuading Farmers" is not so much a document to persuade the people to cultivate, but rather a "Encyclopedia of Cultivation Knowledge".

Because in addition to listing all kinds of furniture and how to use it, there are also various methods of cultivating the land.

In other words, even if you are a fool who can't plow the land, as long as you can understand the book and do what it says, you can probably grow a good harvest.

No matter how you say it, it's all fake, only the benefits that can be seen and touched are real - the people now don't need to persuade them at all, they are thinking about how to let their children go to school.

Because reading can not only increase the yield per mu of land, but also save money!

PS: Push the book "The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"