"Why hasn't the Jianzhou army come yet?"

It has been several days since the newspapers reported that the 'Tianyou' army had entered Shanhaiguan, but the battle situation in the north has not changed much. Zhang Rushen went to the street to buy grain and oil, and bought a daily newspaper in the capital. The propaganda in this newspaper is very lively, and the battle situation is updated every day, as if the end will come in less than two days. However, the price in the market is stable, and the supply of various goods is sufficient.

Yang Jian's kid said that Nurhachi would have a very powerful move, and he said it vividly and decently. can say it every day, say it all the time, Zhang Rushen's ears are calloused. He understood that Yang Jian actually didn't have the bottom, but he was just fooling the merchant to deceive people, and everyone comforted each other together.

A few days ago, the 'revolutionary army' mobilized the Jurchen Tartars to invade the Central Plains, seize the Han people's rivers and mountains, and make the people panic in Gyeonggi. Zhang Rushen and the others were inexplicably excited, very excited. Liu Fucheng also deliberately connected everywhere to win over many old acquaintances in the capital, intending to wait for the Jianzhou army to kill, and then come to meet with the outside.

It's just that the dream is good, but the reality is skinny.

The private tandem is equivalent to an investigation, and it turns out that the 'revolutionary army' really cleaned up the gentry when they arrived in the capital. This dead death, grasping and grasping, learning and learning, and copying the house. The people who are still alive are very well-behaved, and everyone has no money, no soldiers, and no slaves, so what should they do with the outside? Playing with their heads? Then I won't be accompanied.

The officials and gentry were all depressed, but it made Zhang Rushen and others feel the power of the 'revolutionary army'. Zhou Qingfeng made it clear that he didn't trust these wall grasses, and if he didn't kill all these people, he would be gracious, how could he let them retain their original power and privileges?

"Did you hear that? The marshal is dividing the fields for the mud legs outside the city. ”

Zhang Rushen walked down the street carrying a bag of rice and half a barrel of oil, and listened to the idlers chatting on the side of the road. This conversation talked about the recent 'division of fields'. The 'revolutionary army' carried out land reform, and the newspapers said it many times. Both Tianjin and southern Liaoning have completed land reform, and all land has been redistributed, so that landless peasant households can regain the capital to settle down.

The capital fell, the gentry suffered, and the common people just watched the excitement. Even if the newspaper said that the assets of the gentry seized from Gyeonggi had exceeded 50 million taels of silver, this incident made everyone amazed. Not only did he feel that those officials were really rich, but he also sighed that the 'revolutionary army' had made a lot of money. But what do these things have to do with the common people? Everybody doesn't care.

But the matter of 'land reform' cannot be ignored by the people.

"I heard that ten acres of land per capita will be exempted from money and grain taxes for two years, and it will never exceed 30% after two years. If you serve as a soldier in the 'revolutionary army', you can get more points, if you serve as a militia, you can get 20 acres, and if you become a regular army, you can get 50 acres. Now everyone is asking how to become a soldier. An idler said in a tsk-tut-tsk tone, very exclaiming.

"Isn't it!" Another idler copied his hands and was also smashing his mouth, "I think that when the handsome man first entered the city that week, everyone would watch the excitement." A few days ago, it was said that the Tartars were going to enter the customs, and although everyone was shocked, they didn't see anyone who wanted to break their heads and go to the camp. As a result, as soon as this 'division of the field' came out, the excitement came. ”

Zhang Rushen listened to the news, and his pace couldn't help but slow down. He had also heard about this, and he was very impressed by the powerful methods of the 'revolutionary army'. There are many plains in the Central Plains, there is a lot of arable land, and the contradiction between man and land is not the most acute. He is from Shanxi, and there are fewer fields. Jin merchants make money outside, and they also want to buy land when they go home. The more concentrated the land, the greater the social contradictions.

Thinking that he was a rich peasant and a rich businessman, and belonged to the object of being eradicated and defeated and dividing up the family property, Zhang Rushen was both worried and resentful - although he colluded with the construction of slaves and colluded with the enemy, but his own property was all earned by hard work, so why should he share it with those mud legs. The mud leg deserves to be poor, what does it have to do with him?

The Zhang family treats tenants very well on weekdays, and is a rare good person in Shanxi. His family never skimped on giving porridge to rice in the year of disaster and famine, and the local praise was great, and the common people had to shout 'Engong' when they saw Zhang Rug. But this 'revolutionary army' didn't look at the benefits of his Zhang Rushen at all, and just wanted to destroy his family business.

Zhang Rushen thought of hatred, full of grievances, and was really incomprehensible, so he wanted to find Zhou Qingfeng to scold a few words. But he also knew that if he really saw Zhou Dashuai, he would be dying.

"The trick of dividing the fields is too powerful, and now we can only hope that the Jianzhou army will come soon. Otherwise, we, the gentry, will die. Zhang Rushen was depressed and walked down the street with his head down. He arrived at the door of an ordinary house, looked left and right, and then knocked on the door. Someone behind the door asked, and when Zhang Rushen said the incision code, the door opened a crack.

Yang Jian recognized it as Zhang Rushen, and after letting people in, he asked, "Is there any news today?" ”

"What's the news?" Zhang Rushen asked indignantly, "It's all the tense fighting on the front line of Shanhaiguan, and the revolutionary form in Gyeonggi is very good, so we are about to face great difficulties." Those fools didn't seem to care about anything a few days ago, and they couldn't wait to lick Zhou Qingfeng's eyes in the past two days.

Don't you see that there are long queues at the recruitment points in the city, and the number of people who have signed up for the army is innumerable. If these people go, what kind of physical examination will the 'revolutionary army' have? If the body is too weak and the ingredients are not good, people will not accept it. ”

"Alas, the poor don't have any long-term plans. If one person can be a soldier and change a family to be full, naturally a lot of people want to fight. Besides, being a soldier may not necessarily die, and you can still arrange a job after a few years of service, so naturally some people rush to go. "What Yang Jian said is true, it seems that he is speaking for the 'revolutionary army'.

Zhang Rushen was surprised when he heard this, and Yang Jian said again: "I think it's useless for us to hate the 'revolutionary army', if we want to make trouble for it, we have to understand why it can be invincible." ”

"Well...... that makes sense." Zhang Rushen nodded when he listened.

Yang Jian said again: "I have been thinking about it recently, and I feel that Zhou Qingfeng is not without weaknesses. He still has a big flaw. ”

"What's the flaw?" Zhang Rushen hurriedly asked.

"The Han ancestors don't seem to like him."

"Ah......?"

Although Zhou Qingfeng took Zhu Ming's country, it was not an exaggeration for him to go to the Taimiao Temple to pay tribute to Zhu Hongwu. But he seized the capital, and he didn't have any plans to establish a country and ascend the throne immediately. Even if the country is not stable, it is always appropriate to go to the Temple of Heaven to worship the emperor and comfort the heroic souls of the ancestors of all dynasties. He didn't do it either. I'm afraid there is some mystery in this. ”

Yang Jian said the first thing, and Zhang Rushen suddenly gasped, "Hey...... what you said really makes sense." This week, Qingfeng destroyed the Confucian Mansion, and even the Holy Father of Yan dared to arrest and put him in prison or even executed. How can our Han sages tolerate him? My Han people are the most respectful and worship ancestors, and if he can't get the recognition of his ancestors, it will definitely be a disaster for a long time. ”

Yang Jian immediately laughed, patted Zhang Rushen's shoulder and said: "Mr. Zhang is really thorough, I want to start from here and shake the foundation of this 'revolutionary army'." Come on, get to work! ”

Zhang Rushen was also laughing, but when he heard the word 'work', he trembled, and immediately asked in horror: "What kind of work?" ”

I have been working at the construction site of the stinky ditch for a month, and Zhang Rushen is really afraid of 'working'. That's really Sven sweeping the floor, losing face, tired and half dead is not good.

Yang Jian took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and spread it out on the table in the room, "Yang wrote an article specifically scolding Zhou Qingfeng for having no king, no father, no ancestors, and no good virtues. There is such a good article, doesn't it have to be publicized so that everyone in the world knows about it.

The newspaper of the 'Revolutionary Army' had a great impact in all directions, and I decided to follow suit, and also copied thousands of copies of this text and secretly posted it in the city, so that the people could see the true face of Zhou Qingfeng and reap the miraculous results. Now that the article has been completed, it is waiting for you and me to transcribe it. ”

Zhang Rushen followed Yang Jian into the house, and saw Liu Fucheng grinding ink with a bitter face. The latter saw Zhang Rushen come in, rubbed his sore wrist, and said indifferently but urgently: "Come on, sit down." ”

Yang Jian's writing is hundreds of words, and it should be transcribed on a two-foot square piece of white paper. There was a thick stack of papers on the table, but only a dozen copies had been completed. It also seems to be a tiring job that does not lose the dredging.

"You guys, you ......." Zhang Rushen wanted to say, 'How can you do such a thing?' Can't find a printing shop? ’。 But think about it again, there really isn't that printing shop that dares to take this job. Now not only is there no printing house, but there are no subordinates who even copied it.

The previous time the 'Tianyou' army attacked Shanhaiguan, Liu Fucheng took the lead in contacting the city. As a result, there should be no contact, and when I turned around, I found that Lu Xiangsheng and Sun Chuanting had run away. This forced them to change places and hide. And in the next few days, Zhang Rushen's entourage did not see any hope, and kept fleeing. This forced the three hardcore traitors to hide around like rats.

It's good now, go out to buy grain and oil, cook a meal at home, and even copy the text on your own. Zhang Rushen picked up the text written by Yang Jian and looked at it, and the content was okay, but the resentment in the heart of the official gentry was clearly written. If ordinary people listen, they are afraid that they will also be worried about resistance-after all, ancestor worship is indeed too important for the Chinese.

If the ancestors are not blessed, it will definitely not be recognized. The legitimacy of this rule is to be questioned. At that time, the Mengyuan Tartars occupied the places in China, and they had to seal the Yan Shenggong and the Guan Gong. And what about this 'revolutionary army'? In the eyes of many people, they are afraid that they have birth defects.

Zhang Rushen had no choice but to sit down and take a pen to transcribe. After copying for a day, I found that I didn't copy a few copies at all, but these three people didn't have any other subordinates, and ordinary people didn't dare to trust it, so they could only stay in the house and copy it every day. At night, they had to take the copied documents and post them all over the city.

Not to mention, this trick works!

The first to echo was the suppressed gentry in various parts of Gyeonggi. These people were seized of money, food, and property, and their status was drastically reduced. Although they were forcibly suppressed by the 'revolutionary army', they behaved obediently, but they hated it extremely much in their hearts. Suddenly, I saw someone writing an article scolding the 'revolutionary army', which played a role in relieving the pressure in their hearts and set an example.

Soon, Yang Jian and others found that they were not the only ones who secretly wrote and posted big-character posters. Some of the old and young widows have much sharper writing than Yang Jian, and their words are much more intense, and they are very ugly when they scold people. Moreover, these reactionary literati soon discovered that the 'revolutionary army' was really very flawed in terms of inheritance.

The simplified characters written by the 'revolutionary army', the vernacular language used, and the new knowledge they talked about really threw away a lot of the cultural essence of the past along with the dross. It's no wonder that the ancestor was happy about this, and for a while he became the target of key criticism.

Even a large number of naturalized literati within the 'revolutionary army' complained about this matter, such as Mu Sinian of the Propaganda Department, who wrote many times, asking the marshal not to abandon the culture of his ancestors too much. Slowly, the newspapers of the 'revolutionary army' also openly discussed this issue, and many people strongly appealed to Zhou Dashuai to hurry to the Temple of Heaven to pay homage to his ancestors and comfort people.

Yang Jian and others rejoiced at this, and pondered more and more about how to ideologically pry the corner of the 'revolutionary army'. It's just that no matter how much you pry ideologically, you still have to reflect reality after all.

After making a fuss for a while, Zhang Rushen, who had already swollen his wrists, asked: "Brother Yang, we are scolding this 'revolutionary army' every day for not being good, but what's the use of scolding?" When will the king of Jianzhou come? ”

Yang Jian immediately encouraged: "Don't worry, don't worry, you continue to scold." As long as we scold every day and all the time, the 'revolutionary army' will soon be scolded and collapsed by us. At that time, the king will come. ”

Can this scolding collapse?

Zhang Rushen looked at Yang Jian in a daze, feeling that his IQ had been insulted.