Ninety-fourth: Weihai
The port of Weihaiwei has always been inferior to the rest.
It is not as rich as those in southern Fujian, nor as rich as Dagu Port in Tianjin, which has the advantage of being adjacent to Gyeonggi, and has always been tepid.
The city department arranged to inspect the few at the port, and sat together in every possible chat, wrapped like a bear, holding a cup of hot tea.
Only young boys would be sent to do such drudgery, and a little older with the power of a sesame bean would not stay in such a place.
One curled up in a heavy winter coat, staring at him in a daze: "The city divisions of the twelve ports next to them are all fragrant and spicy, and we can't even make up a few catties of charcoal." β
The other was holding a teacup to warm his hands: "No, the inspectors and eunuchs of the East Factory are not happy to come to us." Why are you? No oil and water! β
"Okay, save your saliva, otherwise you will have to drink tea in a while, who will boil water." This time it was a man who was standing in his old age, looking much more stable, and slowly took a sip of the teacup.
The other two didn't want to move, looked at each other, and stopped talking.
The older one said slowly: "Look at Jiaoao Port, isn't it much better than us, and the Port Arthur used to be better than us, but now it's not as good as us." There is also the inspector eunuch of the East Factory, who has not picked it off in his own hands, even if there is a Qiu Factory official cover, he does not dare to blatantly touch the moldy head of the mother. β
"I know that." Those who squinted their eyes didn't raise their eyelids, and their voices were muddy, "Isn't there a war in Liaodong, Port Arthur is close, and it is going to be closed recently, and it is making trouble." β
"So it's not closed?" The teacup in this man's hand was cold, so he had to rub his hands to keep warm, "This ghost weather, the New Year has passed, why is it still so cold." β
"I think it's going to be closed." The old man looked like he was pointing at the country, "The adults in the DPRK and China are making a lot of trouble, and we can't take care of it, but you can stop a little, and even Weihai Port will be closed at that time, and see where you go to work." Now there is a house to shelter from the wind and rain, and I don't know when the time comes......"
When the two heard this, they also lacked interest, and they held their teacups and waited for the shift change.
Just as a few people were dozing off again, someone suddenly knocked on the door and called, "My lord! β
"Huh?" The three were half-asleep and half-awake, and before they could connect with Zhou Gong, they were disturbed by a word, and they all raised their heads dimly.
The person at the door laughed flatteringly: "My lord, a few of us are merchants in the neighborhood and are going to sea." He was followed by several other people, all smiling flatteringly.
He doesn't look like a wealthy businessman, but like a craftsman.
However, it is not surprising that at the beginning of this year, the "shift craftsman" system was abolished, and all were hired in silver, and silver was levied on behalf of the service. This so-called shift craftsman system is to transfer craftsmen from other places to Beijing, which is called "shift", and is subordinate to each political envoy. Every three years or one or two years, he will serve in Beijing for three months, and the shift will be changed, which is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry, and the whole family can be exempted from other department errands.
Now that it is abolished, these craftsmen can do their own work, and some have even begun to recruit workers to set up manual workshops.
However, this kind of person is common in Jiangnan, but it is not so common in Jiaodong.
The three city bosses couldn't help but feel a little fresh when they looked at these Jia people.
The one who was the thickest wrapped in the fog glared, stretched out his hand, and said, "Take the sail order to me to see." β
"Huh. Here, look, sir. "There are six brothers on our ship, more than thirty hired sailors, and a dozen or so servants, all of whom have set sail here." β
The man took it from his hand, yawned twice, and was about to seal it.
"Wait." The older man glared at him, "Don't look at it and stamp it." β
The man muttered and complained, "Look at it." Our little broken place is not Jiangnan, and there is such a group of people here in the Communist Party this month, what is there to look at...... "The poke in his hand has been covered.
"Adults work hard, adults work hard." The man nodded, and there was only a slit left in his eyes with a smile, "Let's leave in a while, without delay." β
The older man suddenly sniffed out something was wrong, snatched a wad of sail orders, looked left and right, and finally lifted up all the pieces of paper and laid them down in the miserly sun......
"It's all fake!" He suddenly slapped the table and shouted at the soldiers outside the door: "Take down this group of people for me"
The expressions of the group of people who were still smiling just now suddenly became hideous, and with a few "bangs", the bright steel knife came out of its sheath......
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The cold in the capital has not subsided, and even a few more snowfalls, Tan Huaiyu sat under the lamp with a lawsuit, holding a pen and meditating.
Don't look at the lively and lively battle in Liaodong, the Jingshi does not stop at all.
First of all, there was a disturbance about the retreat of Port Arthur, and all the forces in the DPRK and China insisted on their own words, and they quarreled every day, and the little emperor sitting in front of the palace could wring out water from his clothes every day when he went to the courtβall of them were spittle stars from the courtiers.
Before he could figure out the result of this matter, he pressed the gourd and floated to the ground.
The "One Whip Law" imposed by the old party on the land was blocked. The "one whip method" counts the mu and collects silver, and the first thing is to clear the land. However, when the land was cleared, many forces were involved, and everyone wanted to hoard the silver in their own pockets, and there were many complaints from all over the country, with the most serious political envoys in Henan.
Tan Huaijue frowned, and sat opposite Chen Hui, who also looked uneasy.
The two sat face-to-face for a while, not knowing which thing to bring up to discuss first, and finally Tan Huaiyu opened his mouth first: "Brother Bochao, I want to ask for orders to go to Luoyang." β
"It's not easy to do it." Chen Hui pressed the pen in Tan Huaiyu's hand, "Don't be in a hurry to write a chapter first." I know that sometimes, even if there is no guard of honor, a young man can push people all the way forward with his lonely bravery, but sometimes things are not done by teenagers alone. Think about your legs first, then think about my sister. β
Tan Huaiyu was splashed with a basin of cold water on his head, and he didn't see joy or anger, but opened his mouth with a little worry: "I know." It's just that I always feel that since the five years of Changzhi, one thing after another, there is always a time when it stops, which always makes people feel uneasy. β
Since Qiu Anren concurrently served as the chief eunuch and the governor of Dongchang in the fifth year of Changzhi, it is true that he has disturbed the peace of the court, but Qiu Anren is just a demon eunuch, does he really have such a great ability to turn the court upside down in two years?
Some things are indeed what he has done to seize power, but what has happened in the past two years is definitely not just something that one person can do to seize power.
It is like a hand in the dark, pushing Daheng towards an unpredictable future.