As usual, in front of the enema stall, a large group of workers were eating breakfast while waiting for the public carriage, and unlike before, there were more newspapers on the side of breakfast. Wild Sand Literature Network

Thousands of illiterate people, if one by one open classes to teach, Mao Jue can't afford to burn this money, but another benefit of the newspaper is revealed here, everyone has curiosity, everyone wants to understand new things, buy a newspaper can't understand, and it's not comfortable to ask people everywhere, so there are some short articles, Mao Jue ordered to add pinyin, relying on simple pinyin letters, and in the third volume of the imperial capital newspaper, the pinyin alphabet was printed.

This is thanks to those early missionaries, in order to learn Chinese, pinyin was invented by them, only thirty pinyin letters can be much easier than the complex teaching of traditional private schools, and just for the sake of literacy, do not need to learn to write, a little easier, working hours, leisure time, unconsciously these workers themselves can already know a lot of words, from the beginning of the need for people to read, to now, one by one can also read with relish.

But today, the atmosphere is destined to be peaceful! The boss who sold the enema was still sending them one by one, and he couldn't help but buzz on the table of his stall and slapped him violently.

"grandma!"

"Oh, what's wrong with Lao Liu, but the enema is salty?"

Startled, the boss of the enema hurriedly put down his hand and ran over, raised his head and glanced at him in astonishment, Lao Liu reacted and quickly shook his head: "It has nothing to do with you, I'm angry about what the newspaper said!"

"Look!"

The headline on the front page, the big headline opens the darkness of the Ming Dynasty, with pictures of wrinkled and thin peasants wailing in the field, some of them are tired and dead in the field, and the ugly local tyrants are raising their whips.

Mao Jue ordered the ownerless idle land that died because of the famine escape to be distributed to the landless farmers, but several large local households colluded with the county officials and the county public security to divide all the land without permission, forcing the local farmers to give them tenant land.

That night, what the black cloak encountered were all county police officers with official positions, all of them were minions of several wealthy families, outright underworld forces, whoever wanted to oppose it, directly killed people and beat them to death.

In fact, this phenomenon was everywhere before the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, and the local wealthy clans were rampant, bullying the upper and lower, and the big guys were not surprised, but now, in these enlightened three years, it seems so dazzling.

"Fuck, these dog officers! It's just that the uncle can bear it, and the aunt can't bear it! Lao Zhang, you help me ask for a leave, I won't be working today, I'm going to petition before Purple City!"

"Go block the palace gate, are you crazy? Not afraid of losing your head? ”

"It's just that we little people swallow their anger every time they make the dog official arrogant, this time my Lao Li will never bear it! Besides, the current regent is a Ming monarch, and he will definitely not watch our people being bullied! ”

"Brother Li, you're right, count me in!"

"I'll go too!"

There was an uproar, and more than a dozen people in a workshop all stood up, but who knew that this Lao Li shook his head heavily.

"I'll just go, let's Lao Li eat enough for the whole family and not be hungry, and I'm not afraid of anything! You don't say that you still have a small family to support, you are all gone, what should our boss do? Are you worthy of the salary given to us by the boss? ”

"Hurry up! Go, go, go!"

A group of workers were pushed by this Lao Li, and went back again, had breakfast, and held a newspaper, this Lao Li walked towards the inner city as if he was going to the battlefield.

Who knew that after only two steps, there was a ping pong sound behind him, and those workers turned back again, and he immediately lost his temper when he saw it.

"Didn't you all go back? Are you worthy of your boss for such absenteeism? ”

"Why, this righteous act allows you Lao Li to go alone, and Lao Tzu can't go?"

In the crowd, the familiar voice suddenly made Lao Li like a lightning strike, and shouted incredibly, but he looked at a middle-aged man wearing a plain blue robe and glasses, looking crepe, but with a murderous stomach, roaring with a white face.

"Damn, you have to pay them red tickets for business, if all the officials in the world are so virtuous, Lao Tzu doesn't have to do it! This one will be discontinued, everyone is not absenteeism, follow Lao Tzu's petition!"

"Boss!"

His voice was a little choked, and this old Li bowed heavily, and then he also slammed the newspaper like a gun.

"Go, petition go!"

In the midst of the shouting and shouting, a large group of people rushed straight to the inner city, and the public carriage that was crowded into the dark was idle, and no one was pulled, and the owners of the car looked at the workers who were going against the road in amazement.

"Are you nervous this time?"

It was nothing to do, and a public carriage driver also bought a newspaper casually, but after reading it, he also slammed the carriage.

"He's a leg!"

After a while, dozens of carriages also merged into the ranks of Hao Hao dàng) dàng).

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Central Officials, White House.

Mao Jue's son has a lot more leisure than Chongzhen, he goes to work at eight o'clock every day, and puts all the tasks on his subordinates, so busy that they are tired to kidney stones every day, and they don't need to worry about whether the party is fighting or not.

This time, as usual, he slowly occupied the working time and had a morning tea, made a good snail, and took the newspaper of the day Mao Jue was just about to open it, and he was not caught off guard by the head of the Zhongnanhai bodyguard of this era, and Mao Li, the commander of the Royal Forest Army, rushed in.

"General, the big thing is not good, the people are reversed!"

With a pop, Mao Jue is mouthful of tea squirted out.

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The literati of the Ming Dynasty have characteristics, and a scholar protests at every turn, and hundreds of officials go to the gate of the palace, pouting and waiting in line to be boarded, but the one or two hundred are spectacular enough, and now this is one or two hundred thousand people, which squeezes the huge Suzaku Square and makes the officials on duty stupid.

The Beijing Division Regiment was like a great enemy, and a corps of 8,000 people laid down a human wall at the Zhengyang Gate, which blocked the waves of protesters outside.

"Down!"

When Mao Jue arrived, several officers on duty were also on the front line, and all the six six books were here, looking at Mao Jue, they were all neatly clasping their fists and bowing.

On the way here, I also understood a little about what happened, and listening to the high protests outside, Mao Jue nodded helplessly.

"I know everything, Song Qing, I'm anxious that the six cabinet departments will go to the White House and wait for an emergency meeting, I'll deal with it here, and I'll go back!"

"Down, there's a mob of more than 200,000 people out there!"

"They're not mobs! They are my legitimate taxpayers! They also want to make Da Ming better, just by virtue of this, it's okay!"

For appeasing the masses, Mao Jue was full of confidence, nodded at Fan Wenju, and then he hurriedly climbed up along the Zhengyang Gate under the guards.

Boom, more than a dozen cannons shook the earth, so that the irritable protesters were quiet, and everyone's eyes unconsciously converged on the city gate tower, where Mao Jue was dressed up and roared high in front of a dozen copper trumpets.

"I am the regent Mao Jue! I've also read this newspaper, and I, Mao Jue, are in charge of you!"

"Can you trust me Mao Jue?"

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Listening to Mao Jue's assurance, one by one the small and medium-sized industrial and commercial owners in the leading position also withdrew with their own workers, except for stepping on the feet of some people and losing more than 10,000 shoes, this time the citizen movement was dispersed unscathed.

However, the citizens were scattered, the six cabinets were busy crying, and dozens of important ministers above the third grade were all involved in the promotion meeting, and the talk was only about a small county town, and the meeting lasted for more than four hours, and the imperial history inspection team was formed on the spot to prepare for the south.

On this day, several records were also set in the history of the Ming Dynasty, the first real citizen movement, the first public opinion dominated public opinion, and the first time the imperial court bowed to the voice of the people.

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"Your Majesty, good news!"

In the quiet room, there was a sudden shouting of excitement, and a eunuch in a green robe burst in with a newspaper full of ink.

It is estimated that few people in Jingshi can think of this Ming Emperor in a dragon robe now, and when he looked up from the pile of books, Chongzhen's eldest son, the seventeen-year-old young emperor Zhu Ci roared with some annoyance: "There are no rules, is this where you bark?" ”

"Damn it! Damn the minions!"

Although he didn't have the right to kill the little eunuch with a cane at every turn, the emperor was the emperor, and the majesty was still here, the little eunuch hurriedly slapped himself twice, but immediately, he still couldn't suppress it and handed over the newspaper.

"But Your Majesty, this is a great event! That rebellious minister and thief lifted a stone to shoot himself in the foot, and now because of his newspaper, the whole Beijing division has blocked the gate of the palace, shouting and rebelling! ”

"Oh! And so good!"

No matter how old he is, he is also a teenager after all, with his hands behind his back, Zhu Ci couldn't help but turn in circles: "That Mao went against the grain and finally suffered retribution!" Father is blessed by the spirit of heaven, and I am hopeful of Ming Zhongxing! ”

But just when the emperor was full of excitement and turned in circles, beside him, Zheng Xi, the scholar of the Hanlin Academy who taught him, picked up the newspaper with a frown, and just glanced at it, his face quickly turned black, and a layer of wrinkles instantly crawled all over his old face, and for a few seconds, he shook his head heavily.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong!"

"Why did the teacher say this? That Mao Yi was just disgusted, it was the rebellion of the people in the former Zhou Dynasty, the people returned to welcome me, and when my orthodox royal family returned to the country, why did the teacher say this unlucky word? ”

"The place where the accident happened, Henan, Zhengcheng!"

Hearing this, Zhu Ci's smile also quickly fell on his face............