Anlu, under the rock of Yuya Mountain.

By the time of autumn and September, the rice was ripe.

A handsome and tall old man was bending over to harvest rice in a race against time, and his method of cutting rice seemed very neat, resolutely like a hard-working old farmer.

It's just that although this old man's hands are full of calluses and he is wearing an ordinary gray cloth coat, his skin is fair, and his body reveals a bit of the elegance of a scholar.

Even if you experience the hardships of a farmer's work, it is rare to have such a performance in rice harvesting, which reflects the extraordinary performance of this old man.

On the other side, the same old man.

This old man's face is deeper than the vicissitudes of the yellow earth, and the skin that has been beaten by the wind and rain all the year round has long lost its luster, but the method of cutting rice makes it impossible to capture his complete set of movements.

"It's time, grandpa, you've lost!"

Wang Yu, a young man in Chinese clothes standing on the field stalk, saw that the incense in his hand had burned out, and then looked at the results of the two of them, and immediately announced the victory to his grandfather.

Wang Yue looked up and saw that the other party's amount of rice had indeed surpassed his own, but he stimulated his competitive spirit and said: "Let's come again, the old man doesn't believe that he can't win you!" ”

"Come on, come on! Nothing else can be compared, but this farm work, my Hu Da Niu is the first good hand in ten miles and eight townships! Hu Da Niu had his own things to defend, so he readily accepted the challenge from the big man.

"Why don't we persuade you?" Hu Jun turned his head to look at his new friend and proposed, looking embarrassed.

"It's fine!" Wang Yu knew that his grandfather was a person with gambling products, so he immediately rekindled a stick of incense, and then announced that the competition would start again.

Wang Yue is a celebrity in this area after all, and now he came to Hu Jun to help harvest rice, which also attracted many villagers to come, and even Zhang Lizheng came after hearing the news.

Not long after the restart of the competition, Hu Daniu, who had been leading the race all the way, suddenly wanted to straighten his waist, but the whole person fell into the mud under his feet.

This accident immediately frightened the people around him to scream again and again.

Hu Laohan woke up in the shade of the tree, looked at the concerned faces around him, and finally said to Zhang Lizheng, who was treating him: "I'm old, and my body is not as good as it was back then!" ”

"Your neck is so thick, you work like a cow, you are lucky this time!" Zhang Lizheng saw that Hu Laohan was fine, and immediately warned angrily.

Wang Yue originally guessed that Hu Daniu was sick, but now he found that this was not the case, so he asked curiously: "Zhang Lizheng, what is going on after all?" ”

"Prince, he...... They're all short of salt! Zhang Lizheng originally just wanted to talk about Hu Laohan, but when he caught a glimpse of the crowd of onlookers, he said bitterly.

Wang Yue was reminded by Zhang Lizheng like this, and found that the faces of the dozens of villagers who came over were indeed wrong, especially a few of them had developed big neck disease, which was shocking.

Some villagers were observed by Wang Yue like this, thinking of their current home predicament, they couldn't help but bow their heads in shame and look at the yellow earth under their feet.

They are indeed sick – poor.

Wang Yue knew that the area he moved to was very poor, but he had never had a deep concept, and now he saw that these villagers finally realized that their life was not easy, so he asked very confusedly: "Zhang Lizheng, why are they so short of salt?" ”

"Our Anlu eats Huai salt, but this place is thousands of miles away from Yangzhou, so the price of salt is more expensive than other places, but it can barely afford it. It's just that the price of salt has been monopolized by a businessman from Shanxi over the years, and the daily asking price of a pound of salt is already 400 Wen! Zhang Li was comparing three fingers, looking full of grievances.

Wang Yu looked at Zhang Lizheng painstakingly comparing three fingers, and then looked at the candied fruit in his hand, and said very suspiciously: "Zhang Lizheng, four hundred yuan and a pound of salt are not expensive, right?" My preserves! ”

It's just that before the words fell, he was met with a sharp gaze from his grandfather, and he was so frightened that he swallowed the kernel in his mouth directly into his stomach.

"Wang Gongzi, how much grain and how many meat buns are enough for us to buy and eat? Not to mention that we don't have no money in our hands now, even if we have money, we are reluctant, we all buy some cheap salt cloth and use it repeatedly, but how much salt can be on a salt cloth? Zhang Lizheng looked at this noble son with complicated eyes, and explained bitterly.

Wang Yue is a person who knows the sufferings of the people, and even said with a straight face: "Taizu opened the Chinese law to benefit the people, the price of salt is only two times, and the price of Huai salt is only two and five yuan, and now Huai salt is sold for 400 wen a pound in Anlu, it really should be killed!" ”

"Prince, the price of 400 yuan per catty is so sky-high, even if it is put in the capital, it will be distressing, I am afraid that only you officials can afford to eat it every day!" Zhang Lizheng thought of the unreasonable price of salt, and couldn't help but make assumptions.

Wang Yu realized that he had just said the wrong thing, so he said sympathetically: "The official income in the capital is varied, and they are naturally affordable, but the price of salt is so high, don't you care about the yamen here?" ”

"They're all the same! The lord in the state government has money and filial piety, even if the officials have someone to send salt, this high-priced salt is only for us powerless people! Zhang Lizheng thought of the situation of the state government, and said very helplessly.

Wang Yue learned the reason, and looked up at the people who bowed their heads and were ashamed because they couldn't eat salt, but their hearts were like knives.

When he and his brothers fought bloody battles in the north to resist the invasion of foreign enemies, the people in the country were still unable to live a stable life, but were exploited by officials everywhere.

If he had a choice, he really wanted to arrest all these officials and businessmen, and then push them to the guillotine and cut off their heads one by one.

The full moon hangs high in the sky, and the poverty here seems to be unaware.

Although the village has fallen asleep, the whole world is gently caressed by the pure moonlight, and the soothing cry is filled with sad autumn insects.

Wang Yue thought of the scene during the day, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep, and finally couldn't help but come to the desk outside the window, and then took out the only remaining blank note.

This recital was originally intended to be used to self-Chen Shu and defend himself to His Majesty for the crime of "writing poetry and resentment", but now that the first emperor has died, it is useless to keep this blank recital.

He was born in a peasant family, and because of his focus and flexible mind since he was a child, he successfully obtained fame and became an official of the Ming Dynasty.

Because he did not have officialdom resources, he could not enter the Hanlin Academy as a Shujishi, but was sent by the Ministry of Officials to serve as the supervisor of the imperial history.

Although he was ostracized by the officialdom and was once impeached by the imperial history, he eventually survived to the governor of Datong, and then emerged in the war of the Tatar invasion.

Because he adhered to the concept of not forming a party, he did not join the camp of any civilian clique, but diligently guarded the border for His Majesty, and was finally awarded the title of "Wei Ningbo" for his military exploits.

It's just that this court is a bunch of wine bags and rice bags.

But I don't know who came up with the bad idea, seeing that the Datong army under his command has repeatedly made military achievements, and suddenly the court decided to transfer himself from Datong to Yansui, and from the delayed chief military officer Xu Ning to Datong to guard the town.

The result? Xu Ning, who was guarding Datong, was defeated by the Tartars because of the light enemy's rash advance, and the gang knew that it was their change of guard that caused the trouble, and Xu Ning was not a leader in the army, so he and Kedao concealed the defeat together.

At that time, he was indeed "writing poetry and resentment", but it was not resentment against His Majesty, but the wine bags and rice bags in the court, and the high-ranking officials who only knew how to blindly command and shield sinners.

As for the position of the secretary of the military department, I do think that I have more military talent than Yu Zijun, but this disaster is clearly the result of a group of courtiers pushing Yu Zijun, how can I let His Majesty carry it?

After all, there is no argument, and the high-ranking officials of the court have buckled this unwarranted hat for themselves, but they want to expel themselves from the court under their control.

"Prepare Chen Anlu to be sparse!"

Wang Yue's face was resolute, and he wrote the name in the song with a splash of ink on his sleeves.

After the events of the day, he decided to tell the new emperor Hongzhi about the difficulties of the life of the low-level people, which can be regarded as a response to the mention of salt disadvantages in the "Edict on the Throne".

I have to admit that the new Emperor Hongzhi is not as gentle as the rumored temperament, at least there is a kind of foresight in the "Enthronement Edict".

"The sinner Wang Yue played: The price of salt is as expensive as gold, Anlu is like this, the mansion can be known, and if it is like this in one place, it can be known in other places...... The minister holds the Lu and the outside is the obscenity, the minister is afraid of the crime and the face is obedient, His Majesty has not known and changed the behavior, the minister hates it. The rule of the world and the rule of the world, the peace and unrest of the people and things, Fu Wei His Majesty pay attention, the sect is very fortunate, and the world is very fortunate. The minister was trembling and fearful, so he had his own personal knowledge and heard about it. ”

sprinkled with hundreds of words, Wang Yue adhered to the wish in his heart to ask for the people's life, and this recital can be said to be done in one go.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Yu just pushed open the door and saw his grandfather standing in front of the door.