The so-called propaganda work.

Actually, there is nothing else.

It is to spread the [Sun and Moon Daily] and [Ta Kung Pao] to the southern provinces.

This kind of newspaper timeliness is quite good in this era.

It can attract some readers to watch.

And now that the Qing court is busy fighting the Ming Dynasty, its control over the local area is slightly less strict.

So much so that after a different breeze blows into the society that has been imprisoned for more than 100 years, it can cause some waves.

But that's about it.

I want to rely on a few newspapers, a few brocade guards, and the halls of the provincial heaven and earth associations to mobilize the masses or something.

That's really overthinking.

But even so, the effect is good.

Especially after the Ming army entered Nan'an Mansion and the Qing army retreated to Ganzhou to avoid the war.

There were many more scholars from the provinces who went south to Guangdong.

The imperial examination of the Qing Dynasty was not easy to test.

Otherwise, Fan Jinzhong would not have gone crazy with joy.

Confucianism pays attention to self-cultivation, governing the country and leveling the world.

How to cultivate yourself depends on yourself.

But it is necessary to govern the country and level the world.

First of all, you have to be an official.

Being an official is the obsession of Confucianism.

If it weren't like it, there wouldn't be so many tried-and-failed showmen who rebelled - if you can't be your official, I'll open an official shop myself.

Now Daming has two provinces, Guangdong and Lanfang, and strong troops, plus a certain amount of propaganda work.

Naturally, there are more down-and-out scholars who come to Guangdong to try their luck.

Fujian.

Houguan County, Fuzhou Prefecture.

Lin's old house.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

The intimate contact between the ruler and the buttocks made a crisp sound.

Seventeen-year-old Lin Minghe lay on the chair and gritted his teeth, stubbornly facing the pain without saying a word.

"Do you know it's wrong?"

A voice sounded from behind.

"I'm not wrong!"

Lin Minghe said loudly with a stiff neck.

"You"

"You see I won't kill you!!"

Lin Tianhan, who was holding a ring ruler, was about to explode in anger.

His fingers trembled slightly and pointed to the [Sun and Moon News] on the ground.

"What is this, what is this? This is the anti-book! Counter-report! You dare to look at this, more than a dozen people in my Lin family will be killed by your rebel!! ”

"You, you, you see that I won't kill you!"

The ring ruler in his hand is raised.

"If you want to beat me, kill me! The crane has just recovered from a serious illness, why are you so ruthless! ”

At that moment, a woman pushed the door open, and a tiger-headed little brain poked out of the door and looked inside.

"You, you just protect it, loving mother is a loser!"

Lin Tianhan held the ring ruler and said angrily.

"My life was saved by the King of Ming, what's wrong with watching some things in Guangdong, and I think this newspaper says it very well, the Tartars drove the people to consume the Ming army's grain reserves, and the Ming army postponed the attack for the people and made every effort to help, who is the king of the Han family, who is the brutal Tartar, it is clear at a glance."

"You're the opposite! It's the other way around! ”

Lin Tianhan trembled angrily.

My eldest son had dysentery some time ago.

Recurrent fever, diarrhea, and the whole person is burning.

Very few people can be cured of this disease.

I thought it was going to be gone.

As a result, he bought a bottle of garlic medicine from a maritime merchant in Pingtan - this local smuggling in Fujian has become a common practice.

After all, Fujian has many mountains, narrow land, and many people.

There is also a tradition of going to sea.

The Qing court's sea ban could not be stopped.

This garlic medicine is really a miracle medicine.

One bottle of garlic medicine is taken in three doses.

After two or three days, it was basically recovered.

Therefore, it makes sense for Lin Minghe to say that his life was also saved by King Ming - garlic medicine was invented by King Ming, not only in Guangdong, but also in nearby Fujian.

Moreover, many Fujian businessmen secretly sneaked into Guangdong just to get this garlic medicine.

Since Fujian was still under the rule of the Qing court.

No trade.

Therefore, smuggling garlic medicine from Guangdong into Fujian can be more than ten times more profitable!

Such a big profit.

Of course, there are quite a few people who take the risk.

And it came in with the garlic medicine.

It is a "counter-report" such as [Sun and Moon News] and [Ta Kung Pao].

This counter-report has little impact on the common people.

After all, the illiteracy rate is now here.

It doesn't have much impact on Lin Tianhan and middle-aged people - who dares to see this.

But for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old reader like Lin Minghe, the impact is too great.

The new things in Guangdong depicted in [Sun and Moon Daily] and [Ta Kung Pao] and the remarks of King Ming are so fresh and eye-catching.

There are also those new things that often come from Guangdong, which can make people yearn for them.

Lin Tianhan himself has tried and failed.

But it's still a.

I can receive one cent of rice.

The family has a few acres of land, and he has set up a private school to teach and teach apprentices.

Of course.

Lin Tianhan himself did not give up the imperial examination career.

I dream of one day being able to lift people in high school and ascend to the sky in one step.

However, his eldest son was sixteen or seventeen, but he was against himself in everything (in fact, the rebellious period came a little late).

This rebel.

It's really infuriating.

Lin Tianhan saw that his wife was protecting his eldest son, and he couldn't fight anymore.

had to confiscate the daily and monthly newspapers and Ta Kung Pao in Lin Minghe's room.

Back to the study.

Lin Tianhan originally wanted to destroy these "counter-reports" directly.

But I was attracted by the title of "Sun and Moon".

[Concerned about the people, King Ming inspected the Ganzhou refugee camp]

"10,000 Han troops anyway, our army occupied Nan'an Mansion, and the soldiers pointed directly at Ganzhou to deter Yuzhang, when the Tartar court was panicked all day long, and actually drove the people of Ganzhou into Nan'an Mansion, wanting to delay the attack with millions of Ganzhou people!"

At the same time, we recruited soldiers among the refugees and provided relief through work, and at the same time transferred some of the refugees to Nanxiong Prefecture."

When the king of Ming visited the refugees, he wept, suffering the suffering of the people, the pain of the people, and shouted in public: "The people are all my sons, no one will starve, no one will be cold, the plan to attack Ganzhou will be suspended, and every effort will be made to ensure the food and clothing of the people." ”。”

Unconsciously.

Lin Tianhan actually finished reading this vernacular article.

Drove millions of people into Nan'an Province.

This court is too unpleasant.

These are your own people,

How can you get rid of people?

And it was still rushing to the territory of the Ming army.

It's also too brutal.

Lin Tianhan thought.

Then he snapped into his senses.

"Counter-report, this is counter-report"

Throw the newspaper into the brazier.

Lin Tianhan took a deep breath, but he couldn't calm down.

Did King Ming really visit the people of the refugee camp?

This is really benevolent

Wrong.

It's a bit of a dangerous idea.

Meditation, meditation.

Three poles on the moon.

Lin's old house, in Lin Minghe's room.

Lin Minghe was lying on the bed, his buttocks were hot, he couldn't sleep at all, and he didn't know where his mind was drifting.

Squeak.

A crack opened in the doorway.

"Brother."

The head of the tiger poked in.

"Ze Xu, what are you doing on this big night?"

Lin Minghe wanted to turn over, but he bared his teeth in pain and almost didn't jump out of bed.

"A-Niang asked me to bring you medicine."

Lin Zexu slipped in quietly.

Bring the door shut.

I struggled to move a stool to the table, and moved my stomach up on the stool.

Blow on the oil lamp on the table.

"Brother, why do you have to make Daddy angry."

Lin Zexu lay on the side of the bed and asked curiously.

It seems that he has forgotten about sending medicine to his brother.

Lin Minghe stretched out his hand and took the medicine hanging on Lin Zexu's waist, bared his teeth and grinned: "It's not that I want to make him angry, it's that he doesn't understand the general trend." ”

"What's the general trend?"

"The general trend is that Hu has no hundred years of luck, and the king of Ming wants to restore the Han family, expel the Tartars, and restore China."

"Who are the Tartars? What China is restored? ”

"Why do you have so many questions, busy with your going."

"Brother, if you don't say it, I'll ask my father."

"Eh, come back. I say! ”

Lin Minghe stretched out his hand and lifted Lin Zexu back.

He was eleven years older than his second brother.

It's the eldest brother and the younger brother.

"This expulsion of the Tartars, that is."

Lin Minghe pulled over the pillow, put it under his buttocks, sat up straight and talked eloquently.

After a long time.

Lin Zexu's little head sank, lying on the edge of the bed, and the corners of his mouth began to drool.

Lin Minghe carried his younger brother to the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Walk to the window yourself.

Staring at the moon in mid-air.

"Sun and Moon. . . for the light. ”

Lin Minghe clenched his fists.

"I'm going to vote for King Ming!"

The thought came to mind.

In fact.

A few days ago, I saw an article in the [Sun and Moon Daily] about the imperial examination in Guangzhou, and all localities can participate in the imperial examination as long as they sign up.

He began to have this idea.

"Fujian is so close to Guangdong, I'm afraid it will soon belong to the Ming Dynasty"

Lin Minghe sat at the table and wanted to write a farewell letter.

Sharpen the ink and put down the pen.

But he woke up suddenly.

"I leave letters, and it's easy to get into trouble for my family!"

Lin Minghe took a deep breath.

"When I mix up in Daming, it's not too late to return home."

I hurriedly packed my baggage, wrapped a few taels of silver saved on weekdays to wrap around, and set off at night.

"Okay, the 12th Brigade entered Chenzhou and Hengzhou, and both places were easily occupied without a bloody battle!"

At this time, Zhu Daohua was still in Nan'an Mansion.

Qianlong's strategy was effective.

It really blocked the pace of the Ming army going north.

However, during this time, in addition to settling the people who were driven from Ganzhou Mansion, the Ming Dynasty was not idle.

There were not many defenders in Chenzhou and Hengzhou.

A brigade of thousands of foot soldiers can be easily taken.

"It's just that it occupies the prefecture city, and the local gentry and landlords still control it, and it doesn't mean that there are two prefectures."

Song Xiang, who was following Zhu Daohua, said.

The close ministers of the Son of Heaven are really easy to get officials.

Song Xiang is not a secretary now.

and is about to become a Hunan envoy.

Wait for all Hunan provinces to be taken.

There is a high probability that it will be the governor of Hunan.

It's really a step to the sky.

Although Song Xiang is a Hakka family in Jiaying Prefecture, he studied at Yuexiu Academy when he was young and also traveled to Hunan.

Intersect with some local celebrities in Hunan.

"Hunan is different from Guangdong, the Hunan gentry is extremely powerful, and it is the base camp of Xianghu science, so if you want to calm Hunan, you still have to get the support of the local gentry."

The Xianghu School of Science is quite famous in history.

A time of change for the generations to come.

Talents from Hunan are one of the trendsetters.

It's kind of very capable of doing things.

Besides.

He also particularly likes to report to the United Party.

The forces are very strong and difficult to deal with.

And it is impossible for Zhu Daohua to push this group of Hunan elites to the Qing court.

Isn't this asking for trouble for yourself?

In case there is another shaved saint.

That's enough for King Zhu Ming to drink a pot.

(End of chapter)