Far away from the icy Chinese capital (Nanjing), everything is in order and seems to have not been affected by the war.

But in fact, this war had a great impact, and it was the first war in which the Chinese regime had fought a war with a near-national proportion after the Warring States period, and everyone was affected, and the entire nation was affected.

The reason why the capital seems to be less affected is mainly because it is a city, and for the sake of protecting industry and commerce, urban workers and other grassroots are not conscripted, and China's township soldier system cannot cover the cities, but takes advantage of the agricultural slack to organize and train rural youth, and the reserve military service established in this way has no impact on urban residents.

The impact on the city dwellers was mainly economic, and everyone felt the economic cold, and during the war, many prices rose, while wages fell, and the market was depressed for more than three years. But there is a reason for war, and everyone blames the war and the enemy for their resentment.

When the whole nation has a common enemy, national cohesion will rise, and modern national consciousness will begin to germinate rapidly in this war.

The economic depression has impoverished many urban residents, and people are alive, especially Chinese, and there are more roadside stalls when it is not easy to find decent jobs.

In front of the temples such as Confucius Temple and Guandi Temple, next to many bridges on the Qinhuai River, more and more temple markets and bridge markets are flourishing, because the flow of people here is large, so there are many customers, but because of the large flow, the traffic is congested. The Jiangning government put an end to this phenomenon at the beginning, and when the people were very resentful, they were worried that a large number of people would gather and cause trouble. So at first, officials were sent to disperse the small vendors, and when the people were very resentful, this kind of action of the government sometimes had the opposite effect, and there were several violent incidents.

Zhou Lang noticed these situations, he thought that this was not a trivial matter, many people were forced by their livelihood to have to set up stalls, and dispersing them at this time was equivalent to cutting off their livelihood, and it was inevitable to fight. The prosperous resorts in the capital are like this, and it is conceivable that all parts of the country will not have a good time.

Zhou Lang quickly discussed the plan with the household department, and the vendors could be allowed to set up stalls to operate, but there must be a time limit, and the stalls were not allowed during the day when the traffic was intensive, and they could be after work at night. In addition, new departments have been set up to manage these vendors, mainly tax authorities, with the aim of effectively supervising and managing them through tax collection, which is also a reasonable protection.

According to Zhou Lang's experience, in China, as long as the government does not intervene in the social and economic industries, it will definitely be entered by all kinds of gangs and other forces with evil colors, which is actually a natural phenomenon, and any social behavior needs to be managed and rules, and if the government does not assume the responsibility of this kind of management and the protector of the rules, other social organizations will inevitably take on it. That's why, whenever the country is in chaos, the gang power grows bigger.

In front of a stall selling chaos in front of the Confucius Temple, a young man in a blue robe had just finished eating a bowl of wontons and stood up and called the boss.

"Third brother, settle the score!"

The young man looked to be only twenty years old, but the vendor owner he called the third brother had already dyed his hair. This kind of title is either because the small trader is willing to be inferior, or there is really a traditional social relationship between the two, so that this kind of white-headed grandson and nursing grandfather will appear.

The boss, who was busy in coarse cloth clothes, responded: "Liuzi, I'm done eating." What is polite to the third brother, what money to charge! ”

"Third brother, you have to accept this money!"

The young man pulled out the money and pushed it over.

The wrinkled boss gave a look of displeasure and pushed back the copper that the young brother had stuffed.

"When are you still polite to the third brother. It's not a day or two for you to eat wontons with me, when will I ask you for money. Isn't it to slap the third brother in the face? If you do this again, don't come to me next time! ”

The young man was embarrassed and said, "Third brother, this time is different from the past. ”

The boss snorted, "Why is it different?" ”

The young man said embarrassedly: "Third brother, I have eaten Yulu, I have to abide by the rules!" ”

The boss was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the young man's robe, which was a blue robe, somewhat similar to the old official uniform of the Qing Dynasty, but it was tighter and the person looked more spiritual.

The boss didn't shirk this time, solemnly stuffed the money into his pocket, and muttered with a complicated expression:

"It's good to eat Yulu, it's good to eat Yulu, my six sons are really good."

The young man smiled embarrassedly and looked at the sky, where it was drizzling, as if he was worried that the raindrops would wet his uniform.

"Third brother, I'll go first."

The boss nodded: "Okay, you go, go back and bring it to your father, just say that I will visit his old man in a few days." ”

The young man sighed and asked carefully, "Then the third brother, I'll come back next time." ”

The boss nodded vigorously: "Come back!" ”

I had been watching my young cousin disappear into the crowd next to the Huaiqing Bridge, and was suddenly woken up by the sound of abuse.

"Old immortal, deaf?"

A strong woman in her forties and fifties on the side said viciously, this is his mother-in-law, an old wife who sets up a stall and does business.

"What's wrong? Yelling! ”

The old woman was dissatisfied: "I didn't see so many old customers without greeting you, just greet your brother who eats white food!" Do you want to exhaust your mother to death? ”

A regular customer next to him answered: "It's good to be tired, Lao Zhang just wants a young and beautiful one." ”

Another acquaintance quipped: "Yes, the three happy events in life, the promotion and fortune of the dead wife, the promotion and the fortune of Lao Zhang don't think about it, but only the dead wife has a hope." ”

The woman gave the familiar customers a blank look: "Give him ten dares, let him beg a small one, and he must be able to afford it!" ”

Lao Zhang also came back to his senses at this time, grabbed his wife and explained: "I'll see the sixth son again in the future, don't give people a face." ”

The woman snorted, "What's the matter, he still has a long face?" ”

Lao Zhang sighed: "People have eaten Yulu!" ”

The woman was shocked: "The sixth son has become an official?" What kind of official is it? ”

Lao Zhang wondered: "I forgot to ask just now." ”

The woman snorted, "You don't have any brains. Alas, then again, these old relatives of your family, you haven't moved around for a long time, take the time to go to Liuzi's house for a walk. His father had tuberculosis, and he brought a pound of pork liver, which was not expensive, and it was also appropriate. By the way, what color clothes does the six sons wear? ”

Lao Zhang thought for a while: "I didn't see it clearly, it seems to be blue." ”

The woman muttered, "Red, yellow, gray, green, blue, purple, purple is Jingguan, and blue is engineering." It's not Jiangning County, it's Shangyuan County's workshop. ”

The two of them were muttering when suddenly another duke came over, dressed in a gray robe and holding an account book in his hand.

"Where is the owner? Taxes up! ”

The public shouted loudly.

The woman hurried over to deal with it, with a smile on her face:

"Oh, sir. You see, it's raining on this day, and our little business has just opened, and we are about to collect it. ”

The duke nodded: "That's done." There will be no taxes, so you can collect them quickly. I'll watch you take it. ”

The public has a compassionate demeanor, and the imperial court stipulates that these small vendors are taxed when they come out of the stalls, and they can not be taxed if they do not go out of the stalls, which is a care for small traders, unlike those who open shops, as long as the license is not cancelled, they must pay taxes. On rainy days like this, tax-free is also allowed for less than half a day.

The woman began to be displeased, and turned around and staggered away.

walked up to Lao Zhang's side and said in a low voice: "Go and get the tax money, these gray donkeys are the most unkind things." ”

She didn't plan to close the stall, today's business is good, no matter how heavy the rain is, she doesn't want to accept it, there is still a tarpaulin on the car behind him, and when others close the stall, she will set it up, and the business will be better at that time.

Lao Zhang carefully counted out three copper coins from the money bag, the money making of the Great Zhou Dynasty is troublesome, the size of a penny is about the same as two coins, but there is a difference in fineness, and if you make a mistake, it is a loss. He touched the copper coin that Liuzi had just given, thought about it, and stuffed it into another pocket, Liuzi had been studying in the city for six years, and this was the first time he had given him money, and he had to keep it. Thinking of the sixth son, and thinking of his son, he couldn't help but sigh, this young man just has to have perseverance, the sixth son went to school for six years, and he took the imperial examination for six years, and he fell first every year, and they all said that he failed the exam, and this was not the test. It's just that there is no movement at home, and the old brother doesn't know how to put a table, or he didn't invite him, is he looking down on him? Lao Zhang was thinking wildly, with mixed tastes.

"Boss, it's tax!"

The tax collector of the household department is urging again.

Lao Zhang sighed, ran over, and gave the three coppers to him.

The public took the money and wrote it down in his account.

Before leaving, he sighed: "It's not that the official refuses to take care of you, the official also has difficulties, you are holding the stall, and you have been inspected and pointed, and I can't account for it when I turn back, so I have to fall into favoritism and lose my errand." ”

Lao Zhang hurriedly said: "Understand, understand, you go well." ”

The duke nodded, and was about to leave, when suddenly there was chaos on the stone bridge ten meters away, and the crowd shouted and huddled together.

"What's going on?"

Everyone wants to know.

In the chaos, I could barely make out that someone was shouting, "Win, win." ”

What won?

Could it be that someone had a fight, or Confucius Temple money won the money.

Someone squeezed out of the bridge, a newspaper in hand, and sat down at an empty table in front of Lao Zhang's stall.

shouted loudly: "Lao Zhang brought me a bowl of soup and two side dishes." ”

Lao Zhang said: "Mr. Song, why are you interested today?" ”

The person who is called Mr. is either a doctor or a teacher.

Mr. Song was in high spirits and patted the newspaper: "Master Wang has won." ”

Lao Zhang sighed, but didn't care: "Isn't it supposed that this Wang Shi won, the newspaper said that this battle still has to be fought." ”

There are more and more non-governmental newspapers, and the reports are becoming more and more untrue, and the tabloids will report what the people like to read, and many of them are distorted or exaggerated.

Mr. Song had already picked up the newspaper again, and looked at the lantern in front of the stall, and the more he looked at his eyebrows, the more happy he became.

"You know what, this is the official newspaper! Wang Shi has undoubtedly won this time, or a big victory, annihilating millions of enemies! ”

"What, millions!"

Lao Zhang was surprised, even the common people know how exaggerated it is to kill millions of enemies, and there are few scenes in the drama that kill millions of enemies.

Mr. Song sighed: "If it weren't for the official newspaper to say this, the old man wouldn't dare to believe it." No, it was written above, the Song general army made a detour for thousands of miles, the Russian soldiers were trapped, and the two million troops all surrendered! ”

Lao Zhang believed it at this time, and the official newspaper has established the most powerful prestige over the years.

"I've heard of General Song, but it's a fierce general! His surname is Song, and your surname is Song, so are you still married? ”

Mr. Song said shyly: "It's not a relative, but I can't write two Song characters with this pen, the ancestors must be a family, and there is honor, and there is honor!" ”

Mr. Song is a poor scholar who teaches in the public school, and Song Zongbing is a native of Fujian, his ancestral home is Jiangning, and it is impossible for him to have relatives, which makes him regretful.

Lao Zhang doesn't care about the big victory, he only cares about whether this battle is fought or not.

"Mr. Song, you are Mr., this is such a big victory, isn't it time to withdraw the troops?"

Mr. Song snorted: "Collect the troops? Collecting troops at this time is a mistake for the country. But don't worry, the battle is almost over. I am afraid that there will be one less country in the strife of these nations. ”

"One less country, what do you mean?"

Lao Zhang was puzzled.

Mr. Song smiled mysteriously and did not speak. Annihilated more than 2 million enemies, and if you don't attack the city and destroy the country in such a good situation, you will be mistaking the country. Unless there is a villain like Fan Sui in the court, and the emperor falls for Russia's divisive scheme, he will definitely take advantage of the weakness to destroy the country.

Then Russia is also a big country in Taixi, and this war will be able to expand the land for thousands of miles.

The crowd on the bridge gradually dispersed, leaving only a newsboy still peddling: "Wang Shi won the battle, annihilated two million enemies, sold newspapers, sold newspapers!" ”

But those who should have bought his newspaper have already rushed to buy it, and those who shouldn't have bought it, no matter how hard they shout, it's useless.

Suddenly, another newsboy ran onto the bridge and shouted.

"Extra, extra! The British soldiers surrendered to the Turkic state, and 500,000 people were disarmed! Mr. Yuanda made it clear that the British envoy and the Russian envoy will come to seek peace! ”

Mr. Song, who was drinking soup, jumped up, ran on the bridge, and did not forget to tell Lao Zhang when he turned around:

"Keep the soup for me, I'll buy a newspaper!"