Zhu Youlang's words made the little official blush a little, not only because he was embarrassed by being questioned by the superiors, but more because the superiors in front of him were not those rats who relied on the master and could only recite the Four Books and Five Classics and abandon the discipline.

Despite this, the little official who "has no hair on his mouth and is not firm in his work" thought a little and still said: "The minister thinks that although this track needs thousands of people to watch all day, the track is not only used for military purposes. When he was a young man, he once saw a sentence that called "Don't sell rice for a hundred miles, don't sell salt for a thousand miles." In addition to the large number of tax cards, if you don't take the water transport, you can only travel dozens of miles a day, and the cost of eating horses and chewing is extremely high, with this track, even rice can be sold thousands of miles away. ”

As if he didn't notice at all that the face of the senior official behind him was green, the military official methodically stated his opinion.

Zhu Youlang naturally noticed that he did not feel a trace of anger because of the "collision" of this little official, but was a little disgusted with the rule-following Shangguan. In his previous life in modern times, Zhu Youlang had read a lot of books on the so-called secrets of getting along with leaders, and he felt quite reasonable when he first met him.

But since he crossed over, his thinking has changed completely. The memory of starvation seen by the owner of the body in his mind really made him unable to agree with it anymore, if the result of this kneeling and flattering art is that more than 100 million people are hungry and become living zombies, then the people who are being flattered and the sycophants should all be sent back to the evolutionary human field.

Zhu Youlang didn't say much, just glared at the bad old man from the Mediterranean Sea under the hat.

As the person who will be slapped by the most people, Zhu Youlang's eyes will be noticed by this person's boss nine times out of ten, and then give him small shoes.

What, you say it's not good to ruin a person's future like this?

Did these people think about their future when they ruined the lives of thousands of families under their rule, forcing them to go from eating elm bark to eating stones, to eating human flesh and burning wood with bones?

Bearing back his deep hatred for the old-style bureaucracy and the urge to learn from his ancestor Zhu Yuanzhang to repeatedly empty the list of officials, Zhu Youlang maintained a good-natured smile and continued to listen to the speech of the junior official in front of him.

"Some Confucian scholars who read poetry and books say that merchants and craftsmen are all the last business. However, the minister did not agree that although the merchant did not produce things, he could sell them everywhere, and sometimes he could make people work less and produce more things. The same is true of craftsmen, when it comes to craftsmen, they think of strange skills and tricks, don't they hear that the Suiren drill wood for fire, and Fuxi fish and hunt? According to what he said, the people of China should eat cold. ”

When the little official saw that the emperor was willing to listen, he was overjoyed, and he looked like "his eyebrows were flying, young and frivolous", "It is precisely because of these people that Huaxia has been reduced to the point of being cannibalized by beasts led by the Eastern Captives!" ”

Yes, I dare to love that I met an "angry young man"; Zhu Youlang smiled, learning from the leaders of later generations to care for the poor people: "Who taught Yu Ru all this, and from which book?"

"It's just miscellaneous books... Some popular novels circulated in the market, when he was young, the minister borrowed a few ancient food and goods books from his father's friend's house, and more of them were what the minister saw when he was forced by life to enter the account of a guerrilla general as a document. ”

"Although ministers don't have to go into battle to fight, they don't travel in a car or a sedan chair like the dignitaries, and the wind can't blow and the rain can't get wet. On the way, I saw a lot of people's suffering, and I realized that the four books and five classics were all empty talk, and helping the people through the world was the right way. ”

Just when Zhu Youlang was a little absent-minded, Qinghe County, thousands of miles away, faced a catastrophe.

"Pass the order, take Qinghe before dark today, and keep all the loot for yourself, and you don't need to hand it over."

The relatives around him rode down to give orders, and after a while, they heard a burst of cheers.

"Alas... I, Eight Banners, have I fallen to this point? ”

Ao Bai looked at the gray sky, recalling the old things when he used to fight by Huang Taiji's side, Phi Dao, Songjin... At that time, the children of the Eight Banners, in front of the Ming army, were the same as the Jedi Knights, as if they didn't know what it was to die in battle. But what about their children? Alas! Less than 20 years after entering the customs, with hardcore crops, even seventy percent of the loot is not enough!

Ao Bai didn't read much, and he didn't know how Comrade Zhu Baba's military household system was decaying, and even if he knew, he was helpless, and he was extremely contemptuous of the Ming army's combat effectiveness, and he only hoped to finish the work as soon as possible and add another stroke to his resume.

A puff of smoke and dust rose in front of him, and a Niu Lu's flag soldier disappeared from view. These people are fat and their riding skills are so-so, but Ao Bai is confident that the lightning rod outfit is scary enough.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a man ran back in front of him, "Master, before the minions rushed into the city, the city gate suddenly closed!" The minions did not have anything to attack the city, so they came to ask for orders on what to do. ”

"The two counties rushed directly into it before, but Nikan here is cunning and cunning!"

"Shut up!" Ao Bai was angry and didn't fight in one place, and he raised his whip and smoked it.

"Nikan, what Nikan, long live the Lord said that the Manchu family, the Manchu family, you know?"

Venting his anger at the temporary defeat, Ao Bai ordered the vanguard to wait and harass in place, waiting for the arrival of the main force led by him.

As the son of the chief general Zhuo Butai, the 15 Niulu under the jurisdiction of Aobai are all the best equipped, of which 5 Han Army Niulu are equipped with dozens of artillery. For the defense of the inland county, Ao Bai felt that a few cannons could completely collapse--- because the vast majority of the Manchu Qing's financial revenue was used to raise soldiers, and there was no money left over to do such useless things as repairing the city wall.

But the infantry on horseback could still move quickly regardless of horsepower, and the artillery had to be towed in wagons. After an hour, a dozen or so black guns were unloaded from the carriage and placed outside the range of ordinary bows and arrows and birds. There were only a few people dressed as men or servants on the battlements, and there was no trace of them archers or birdsmen.

"Master, the Tartars outside, the cannons are here!"

The servants of the county order rushed down from the city wall, gasped for breath and broke into the meeting hall where they were using the Tartar as an excuse to ask for money from the big families in the city, and told their master in a low voice as much as possible.

"Well, I see, let's go down."

The servant understood and immediately asked people to go to the backyard to tidy up. The county lord himself forced himself to be calm, but he didn't have the idea of making money at all. Hastily accepted the payment promises of the big households, and immediately served tea to the guests.

The big families dispersed and boarded the sedan chairs of two or four people from each family at the entrance of the county government. The heads of the houses said goodbye to each other and got into their respective sedan chairs. Just as Liu Dalin was about to go home, he saw the Lin family's servant coming: "My lord, please go up and talk about it." ”

Liu Dalin didn't know why, but he still climbed up. The two masters greeted each other, and then Liu Dalin shut up, waiting to see what medicine was sold in the Lin family's gourd.

"We are all not falling in the wind and waves, so the Ming people don't say dark words. The nouveau riche just now made a lot of money on weekdays, and as soon as the little guy came, he stopped bargaining with us, which means that there must be more than the hundreds of people outside the city..."The head of the Lin family looked like a Confucian on his face, but there was only the ferocity of the conspirator in his eyes.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Oh? Don't forget, who supported this nouveau riche county magistrate. ”

"What, the county order is an official of the imperial court, so it is naturally appointed by the imperial court." Liu Dalin pretended to be confused, "If Lin Gong has nothing to do, I will leave first." ”

"Boom! …”

The sedan chair shook and almost threw Liu Dalin down, so Liu Dalin had to sit back first.

"Don't pretend to be confused, it's a matter of time before the Qing soldiers come in, and if you arrest that county order, ask for merit and ask for a reward, our two families can still keep a wealth and peace together, maybe we can also make a county order."

Liu Dalin said in his heart that who else dares to do this county order, what if the Ming army comes back? It's not that the army doesn't recruit surrenders and rebels, but the Ming army can accept the officers and soldiers anyway, but most of them can't accept this kind of practice of killing the original county order and then being the grass on the wall.

However, you have to survive the butcher's knife of the Qing army before you can think about what happens next.

After thinking for a moment, Liu Dalin nodded.

"In half a moment, we will gather together at the county office and the north gate, and half of each of our two families will be dispatched."

The Liu family and the Lin family are both large households with dozens of families, and they also asked for lessons and equipment, and equipped a few bird guns and three-eyed guns that were resold by the Ming army. The two families together numbered more than 100, and there was no problem in besieging the county government and opening the city gates.

The clever butler gave the leader of the officials a few small silver ingots, and the officials who did not dare to take the lead at the head of the city retreated. The white flag was raised to open the city gates, and the family members knelt down to greet the Manchurian soldiers.

"Yours, county government, quickly lead the way!" A hairless Eight Banners soldier kicked the butler from his horse and ordered him to lead the way.

The butler did not dare to be a little displeased in the face of the Tartar on the horse, and respectfully led the Manchurian soldiers through the street and went straight to the county office.

At this time, the two families surrounding the county government had already searched the county office, and they did not see the county lord sitting and waiting for money, nor did they see the county lord who hanged his family. The furnishings are still there, and the gold and silver are gone. Obviously, the county respected his old man's --- run away!

"Boss, that dog officer, has already run away!" Seeing that the Manchurian uncle was coming, the head of the sect was so frightened that he knelt down and said.

The Manchurian soldiers didn't even look at him, and went in again to rummage through the boxes and cabinets. Not only did I not see anyone, but I was disappointed when I found that there was nothing of value in it.

"What a guts! These Nikans also dare to grab things from their grandfathers. The leader roared angrily and asked his entourage to arrest the family just now.

Showing his blood-stained sword, the family who usually only uses his third leg to harm people was so frightened that he was incontinent and promised to lead the way for the Manchurian soldiers.

The courtyards of large households in the city are no better than those in the countryside, and even Manchurian soldiers with declining physique can climb over the wall to enter. An older red-armored soldier climbed over the wall, slashed and killed several servants one after another, opened the courtyard gate, and a few Manchurian soldiers with big arrows poured into the forest house.