Stroking his beard, Zhu Youzhen said again: "The governors and general soldiers of Tianjin, Shandong, and the newly established three provinces are all recommended by the Duke of Jinguo, and the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of War can be recorded. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The civil officials looked at each other for a while, very indignant. The Son of Heaven originally said that there would be no governor in the area occupied by Li Zhi, but he was afraid that Li Zhi and the governor would have different opinions and a conflict. Unexpectedly, Li Zhi thought that there was no chief official in the local provinces, so he asked the Son of Heaven to set up governors in Tianjin and other five places, and he appointed and dismissed them.

Li Zhi can directly appoint the governor, what a lot of power. Even the local vassal kings before the Yongle Emperor's Jingnan, guarding one side, did not have such great power. Although the Son of Heaven did not nominally crown Li Zhi as king, Li Zhi actually had the power to surpass the vassal king.

Li Zhi grew bigger step by step, constantly sharpening his knives against the gentry who monopolized all kinds of resources in the Ming Dynasty. The war between the gentry and Li Zhi will only become more and more intense.

Li Zhi saw that the Son of Heaven allowed him to appoint and dismiss the governor, and said: "The emperor's grace is vast, and the ministers are grateful." ”

After a pause, Li Zhi said again: "Please escort the slave chief Dolgon back to Fanjiazhuang for execution." ”

Zhu Youzhen was stunned and asked, "Why is this?" ”

Li Zhi arched his hand and said: "In the battle of Alchuka, my Tianjin soldiers joined hands to kill the enemy, and went north for 2,500 miles to conquer the Tartars, which was extremely difficult. Now Tianjin's sons captured the slave chieftain Dolgon alive, and these Tianjin soldiers were recruited with Fanjiazhuang as the center. For them, Fanjiazhuang is the base camp. If the puppet emperor of the Manchu Qing Dynasty can be beheaded in Fanjiazhuang, it will be the greatest honor for the soldiers of Tianjin. ”

Wang Duo, a scholar of Dongge University, snorted when he heard this, stood up and said, "Li Zhi's remarks are really disrespectful. The saint has clouds..."

Zhu Youzhen looked at Wang Duo and frowned, and suddenly waved the long sleeves of the dragon robe to stop Wang Duo's tirade.

The official of Honglu Temple hurriedly asked: "Who is speaking down there and reporting his name!" ”

Only then did Wang Duo raise his tooth card and said, "The Ministry of Etiquette is still in the book, and Wang Duo, a scholar of Dongge University, has something to say." ”

The officials of Honglu Temple looked at the face of the Son of Heaven and sang, "Don't say it!" ”

When Wang Duo heard this, he retreated stupidly.

Zhu Youzhen looked at Li Zhi, regained his smile, and said, "Good! Fanjiazhuang's soldiers have won many battles, brave and unmatched, and they are proud of themselves, so the Duke of Jin Guo will take Dolgon to Fanjiazhuang to behead him. ”

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On the third day of November, Gu Lao Er's day of rest, he grabbed yesterday's "Tianjin Daily" and sat in the living room of his villa, reading the contents of the newspaper word by word.

"The plan for the division of land in the three northeastern provinces is about to be announced, and the soldiers, workers, and officials who follow the Duke of Jinguo will be able to share a large amount of land according to their merits..."

Gu Laoer is the supervisor of a textile factory. He has learned a lot of words over the years under the call of Jin Guogong. Now he can read the newspaper.

Gu Lao Er joined Li Zhi's textile factory as early as the eighth year of Chongzhen, when Li Zhi was not yet an official, and there were only a few hundred people in the textile factory. Ten years have passed, and the owner Li Zhi has become Li Zhi, the prince of Jinguo, who has achieved great success in the world. And because Gu Lao Er is not good at management, he has not made any progress over the years, and finally became a supervisor with his qualifications the year before last, and he didn't even become a manager.

The supervisor's monthly money is three taels and seven yuan, plus the monthly money of Gu's second daughter-in-law, barely allowing Gu Lao'er to live a well-off life.

Several of the workers who entered the factory in the same batch as Gu Lao Er were promoted to managers and even directors, which made Gu Lao Er very envious.

However, Gu Lao Er also has his own pride. His two daughters have been sent to primary school, and the younger son is studying in the newly built "kindergarten" in Jinguogong, where he is cared for by kindergarten teachers. What makes Gu Lao Er proud is that his eldest son has been admitted to Jinguo Gong's middle school this year. In another three years, as soon as the age of twelve arrives, the eldest son will be able to go to middle school.

After studying in middle school, you can become an official when you go out.

What kind of official can the eldest son be in the future? Tax collector of the Inland Revenue Department? Police station cops? Or even the attached clerk of the prefectural order? Gu Lao Er often reads the newspaper and knows that now Jin Guogong has appointed and dismissed local officials. Outstanding graduates from middle school may become magistrates directly after a few years of training.

In short, although Gu Laoer's life is not as rich and noble as other colleagues, under the rule of Jin Guogong, he is still very promising.

In addition to the future of the eldest son, another thing that is likely to change the life of the Gu family is the Grange in the three northeastern provinces.

Gu Lao Er read the article again, took a breath, and said to himself: "I have a lot of meritorious points over the years, I don't know how much land I can share?" If you have a hundred acres, you will be rich. ”

I heard that the dry fields in the northeast can produce eight buckets of rice noodles a year, and if the land rent is fifty percent, it is four buckets of rice noodles. For a 100-acre grange, the land rent alone is nearly 100 taels of silver a year, which is twice as much as Gu Laoer's monthly money.

Gu Lao Er was a little excited and took a sip of tea. He no longer reads the article, but flips to the front page of the newspaper. He looked at the headline on the front page, but saw a few big words written on it: "Tomorrow, I will behead the Dongnu puppet emperor Dolgon in front of the Fanjiazhuang Baozhong Temple!" 》

Gu Lao Er was stunned, and secretly said that yesterday's newspaper said "tomorrow", isn't it today?

Dongnu Puppet Emperor? Emperor of the Tartars?

A few days ago, I was busy at work and didn't read the newspaper, but when I was eating in the cafeteria, I heard that the emperor of Tartar was escorted to Fanjiazhuang.

Gu Lao Er was pondering there, but saw that the door of the villa was pushed open, and Gu Lao Er's eldest son Gu Weisheng stood at the door and shouted at Gu Lao Er: "Dad! Why are you still here? Why don't you go to the Baozhong Temple to see the Tartar Emperor killed? ”

Outside the open gate, the streets were full of people running anxiously in Fanjiazhuang, probably rushing to the Baozhong Temple at the last moment to watch the killing of the Tartar Emperor. Gu Lao Er realized at this time, and jumped up from the chair at once. He grabbed the door lock on the table and locked the door in a panic, and ran with his eldest son in the direction of the Baozhong Temple.

The further you go south of the city, the more people there are. Finally, when I arrived outside the Baozhong Temple, there was already a sea of people, and I only saw the headscarves and hats in front of me.

The location of Gu Laoer's station was still three hundred meters away from the execution table in front of the Baozhong Temple, and he couldn't squeeze in. Gu Lao Er looked over from a distance and saw that the audience near the execution platform was all brightly dressed. Gu Lao Er pondered that this was probably not only the people of Fanjiazhuang who came to see it, but also estimated that Tianjin Acropolis, other states and counties in Tianjin, Shandong, and even all kinds of characters in the capital came to see it.

Gu Lao Er was worried about how to squeeze to the front and see clearly the grand event of cutting the Tartar Emperor, but he heard his son Gu Weisheng shouting: "Dad, let's spend ten cents to go up to the third floor of the Changlong Teahouse to see, and we can see it clearly!" ”

Gu Lao Er said: "Two people can buy two catties of rice noodles for twenty yuan!" Although our family is not short of money, we can't spend it indiscriminately! ”

Gu Weisheng shouted: "Dad! Wake up! How big of a deal is that? Kill the Tartar Emperor! It's a big event that hasn't happened once in ten years! Even if you lend me twenty dollars! When I earn ten taels of silver a month as an official, I will pay you back double! ”

Gu Lao Er smiled and said, "Good son, this is what you said." ”

Gu Lao Er took out more than fifty yuan from his pocket, counted out twenty yuan and handed it to the shopkeeper of the teahouse. He took his son and squeezed into the third floor of the Changlong Tea House, and squeezed to the execution platform 300 meters away from the window.