The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 154 I'm in charge of this matter!

Like a string of beads, the rain in Jinling is lingering and falling continuously.

Yang Lin wrapped his clothes tightly, let out a breath of foul air, and walked through the rain.

Walking in front of Sun Jie, he stopped.

Bowing and saluting, the voice is calm:
"My lord, what happened last night has been done.

Our army patrolled the city. Last night, some gentry instigated green hooligans to riot in the streets, and all of them were killed.

The rest fled and tried to leave the city, but were attacked and killed by the city gate guards.

In the early hours of this morning, some people outside the city wanted to enter the city to sell agricultural products.

The subordinates thought that the people should not ignore it, so they asked the city gate guards to buy it for them. "

Yang Lin talked about what happened in Jinling last night in bits and pieces.

Sun Jie listened so earnestly that he didn't even notice that the rain blowing into the eaves wet half of his shoulders.

Suddenly felt a little cold on the shoulders, only to realize that half of the shoulders were wet.

He retracted his body again and looked at Yang Lin, "How about the rest of the gentry in the city? Are there rioters? Or those who confuse the people in the city to make trouble?"

"This subordinate forbids anyone in the city to go out at will, except for urgent matters such as sick patients, and soldiers patrolling, other than what this subordinate just said, there are almost no major issues.

Most of the gentry in the city are safe and sound, the killing yesterday shocked them! "Yang Lin replied.

Having enjoyed peace for so long, they forgot that there is still war in the north now.

So much so that they forgot that they would die if they were stabbed with a knife.

Sun Jie nodded and said: "Post a post to get those well-to-do gentry here in the city, our main purpose is to collect taxes, we must not forget the business!
The life of the people in the city must not be ignored. Yesterday, a lot of grain was copied from Duke Wei's mansion, and the grain was distributed to the people in the city.

If manpower is insufficient, some reliable men can be selected from the city.

At the same time, people were sent outside the city to buy vegetables and other items to supply the people in the city.When the money is spent, it comes from Wei Guogong's mansion.Remember, when shopping for vegetables etc., it is best to take a few locals there.

Qin Yin is no better than Nanyu, people in the countryside can understand less, so don't cause misunderstandings.

Gather the doctors in the city, and if the people in the city are sick, they will be diagnosed and treated in time.The fee is also paid from Wei Guogong's mansion.

In a word, the people are the most important thing. "

"Order!"

Yang Lin turned around to arrange the matter.

In a huge Jinling City, there are many gentry, but more people are common people.

The gentry have food in their homes, so they won't starve to death.But ordinary people are different. Their ability to resist risks is very poor. If there is a slight deficiency, they will starve to death.

Most of the people living in the city worked in the city, and most of them did the work of serving the gentry.

These people have limited food in their families, and most of them have no land under their names. If they are closed for a long time, it is easy to cause famine.

Sun Jie only mentioned a general direction, as for specific examples, Yang Lin had to do it himself.

It was precisely because of these considerations that Sun Jie brought Yang Lin over.

There are hundreds of thousands of people in the city, and it is not easy to settle in one room.

But if it is settled well, it can be exchanged for valuable experience.

Yang Lin first went to the yamen of Yingtianfu, and then found all the officials from Yingtianfu and Jinling's sixth department.

Officials in Jinling don't know the specific situation in Jinling.

The officials who stayed here basically came here for retirement.

Throughout the year, I'm afraid I can't go to the Yamen a few times.

Speaking of which, this huge Jinling City has little to do with these officials.

The specific managers of Jinling City are still these government officials.

Regardless of whether these officials are willing or not, Yang Lin has a way to make them willing.

Knives and goods can always make these people turn against each other.

It is a joke to expect these officials to be loyal to the Ming court.

The rain is still falling, and the Jubao Gate is open.

A dozen soldiers, with some officials, left the city.

At the same time, soldiers broke into medical halls and pharmacies in the city.

Although the attitude was a little stiff, when the huge silver nugget hit the table, both the boss and the doctor kept their mouths shut.

Lang Zhong, led by the soldiers, headed towards Duke Wei's mansion.

Soldiers in the city are still patrolling to maintain order.

At the back door of Duke Wei's mansion, one carriage after another took away all the food accumulated by Duke Wei's mansion over the years.

Yang Lin took the soldiers and horses, commanded the officials, and distributed the food.

Because of the large number of people, several food distribution points were selected.

The common people have never seen such a thing. When the soldiers shouted in the street with their loudspeakers, they still didn't believe it.

When they saw the white grain, they were relieved.

The impact of that disaster was quickly eliminated to a minimum.

Many gentry were scolding, saying that Sun Jie was going out of business, out of business, and an invitation to buy people's hearts.

It's ridiculous, if they can do this, how can Sun Jie enter Jinling City?

It rained all day, confused and hazy.

The smell of makeup and powder that had been permeating the sky over Jinling gradually dimmed, and finally disappeared.

In the backyard of Duke Wei's mansion, Sun Jie asked someone to set up a huge tent with dozens of tables inside.

There was nothing else on the table except the teapot and cups.

The tent was full of gentlemen.

In this noisy scene, no one dared to speak.

Sun Jie sat on a platform in the center, and Chen Hu stood behind him like a steel tower.

The Mo Dao stood beside him, staring at the bull's eyes, looking around at the crowd.

These people in the tent did not dare to vent their breath, and lowered their heads.

Sun Jie looked around and said, "Your Majesty sent me to Jiangnan to manage taxes, what do you think?!"

Everyone lowered their heads without saying a word.

Yesterday's killing was right in front of them, how dare they say anything?
The butcher's knife shattered their dreams, and now they can only lower their noble heads.

"As long as you can cooperate, I won't make things difficult for you, and I brought you here today for this purpose.

After I go down today, I will send someone to your home to collect taxes. If you have any questions now, please speak up.

Ugly words are up front, at that time, if you refuse again, don't blame me for being rude! "

Sun Jie went on to say:

"Cooperate, I will guarantee your safety, resist, yesterday is the consequence!"

What else can these gentry do?
Next to it is a knife shining with cold light. Do they dare to say no?

Encouraging the people to resist, let alone, the food has blocked their mouths.

It was late at night, and these gentry returned home under the "protection" of the soldiers.

How dare they have any resentment with that shining knife?

Even if there is resentment, he dare not show it.

Jinling City returned to silence, and the banks of the Qinhuai River, which were originally brightly lit, were also completely silent.

Sun Jie's move in made the business on both sides of the Qinhuai River extremely bad.

This made the "mothers" on both sides of the Qinhuai River hate and scold Sun Jie.

When life is threatened, who cares about the love between men and women? !

The prosperity of the Qinhuai River cannot cover up the darkness under the pink lights.

There are a lot of beggars living here and nearby.

The more prosperous the place, the more so.

Modern beggars and tramps are mostly professional businessmen.

But beggars in this era are real beggars.

"Boom!"

In the alley next to the Qinhuai River, footsteps could be heard from afar.

In this darkness, it spreads far and clearly.

A beggar huddled in the corner of the alley raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound with a look of fear.

A beam of light suddenly hit his face.

Panicked, he hurriedly knelt on the ground, kept kowtowing, and shouted for mercy.

The black shiny armor, the waist knife hanging from his waist, and the "empty thunder" on his back, these fully armed soldiers frightened him out of his wits.

It was a small flag, and the flag officer walked up to the beggar with a flashlight in his hand.

"Master, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

The beggar kept kowtowing, and he, who was unkempt, was so frightened that he cried.

But he didn't dare to cry, for fear of attracting the displeasure of these "jun lords".

He just choked up and shed tears, and the turbid tears dyed his already black face even blacker.

Are there still few beggars who died at the hands of "officers and soldiers" these days?
Are they still human? !
"Why are you crying? We're not ghosts, and we don't know how to eat people. What are you afraid of?!"

Xiao Banner asked with a blunt Nanyin mixed with rough Shaanxi dialect, frowning.

The beggar dared not answer, but kept trembling.

Looking at the thin beggar, the little flag officer took out his army ration bag from his pocket, looked at the few remaining beef jerky and some bread, and put them in front of him.

He untied the kettle on his body, opened it and put it in front of the beggar.

He patted the beggar on the shoulder and said, "Remember, we are soldiers of Mr. Sun from Shanxi, and the meals are left to you. These days, my lord is setting up a refugee camp in the west of the city. If there is no way out, we will go there. Follow us when the time comes, if we have a bite to eat, you will have a bite to eat!"

After speaking, the little flag officer took the people away.

In the darkness, that ray of light gradually faded away.

The beggar's eyes, which were already dull, gradually became brighter.

He looked at the meal and the exquisite kettle in front of him, his eyes widened.

He couldn't believe that someone would care about their lives.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

A few wild dogs came from afar.

Xu Shi smelled the smell of beef jerky and rushed towards the beggar in the dark.

The beggar held the beef jerky and the kettle in his arms, and kept yelling at the wild dogs.

Where are wild dogs afraid of people?

He even attacked the beggar.

The beggar, who had been hungry for a long time, fought with wild dogs.

After a long time, the wild dogs scattered.

The beggar sat slumped on the ground, looking at the dead dog and the scars on his body.

The water in the kettle was spilled, and there was a lot of beef jerky.

Looking in the direction where the little flag officer disappeared, he started running.

I couldn't find my way in the dark night, and I stumbled, chasing the faint light.

The sky gradually brightened.

By accident, he came outside Wei Guogong's mansion.

Looking at the tall steps and the mighty lion at the door, he was a little scared.

But when he saw the familiar armor in front of the stage, light appeared in his eyes again.

Kneeling down on the ground with a plop, he lifted the ration bag and water bottle in his hands high.

Sun Jie had just stepped out of the gate, and before he had taken many steps, he saw him.

Leading people towards the beggar.

"What's going on here?"

Sun Jie stood in front of the beggar with a warm face, "But is there any difficulty?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man in front of him with some fear, his pupils shrank, and he said cautiously: "You, you are the soldiers of Mr. Sun from Shaanxi?"

Sun Jie helped him up and said, "I am the Shaanxi Lord Sun you mentioned, did my soldiers bully you?!"

"No, no, no, I, I, I."

With that said, he knelt down on the ground again with a plop.

He kowtowed to Sun Jie and shouted: "Please forgive Master Qingtian!"

"How is this going?!"

Sun Jie asked quickly.

The beggar raised his head and looked sad.

"The villain was originally a self-cultivator outside Jinling City. Later, when something happened to his family, he took his daughter to the city to seek a living. A month ago, my daughter was robbed by Ren Yazi and sold to Huanchunlou. It doesn't matter if the villain dies, but the little girl She is only 13 years old!!!”

The beggar was in grief and his body was shaking constantly.

Snatching civilian women by force and forcing them into prostitution are just the normal operations of these superiors, but what they get in return is the misery of one family after another.

On both sides of the bustling Qinhuai River, there is darkness behind which the sun cannot shine.

The officials preached peace, and the gentry whitewashed the prosperous world. As for the places where the light can't shine, who will take care of it?

This kind of thing was normal in Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty.

Ordinary people are just a piece of meat in the mouth of the gentry and bureaucrats.

Even Liu Rushi, the head of the "Eight Beauties of the Qinhuai River", could not escape these things.

Since she was a child, she was sold to Wujiang by her family as a maidservant. Fortunately, she has outstanding looks and some talent. Otherwise, how could she survive in this cannibalistic society as a first-order weak woman?

The heavens take pity on Liu Rushi, let her survive till now, and enjoy the wealth, but what about the others?

How many survived to the end?
I don't know how many prostitutes on both sides of the Qinhuai River, but in the end there are only "Qinhuai Eight Beauties".

"Get up, I'll take care of this!"

Sun Jie's voice is resounding, beyond doubt.

The beggar burst into tears.

There is a brothel called "Huanchun Tower" beside the Qinhuai River. This brothel is not big, and the front is only four steps wide.

But beside the Qinhuai River, where every inch of land is precious, it is still a place worth thousands of dollars.

On the second floor, an old bustard with a distorted face commanded several tortoises under his command to beat a woman who was rolling on the ground and begging for mercy with a whip.

The old bustard yelled: "You still want to run away? Let me tell you, my mother bought you with money. If you want to run away, spit out the money I spent!"

He then looked at the women "onlookers" beside him, pointed at them, and cursed loudly: "I tell you, if you dare to run, this is your end, and anyone who dares to think what they shouldn't have will end up like this today! "

A woman couldn't stand it anymore, knelt down, and begged bitterly, "Ma'am, please, just let her go, if you hit her again, she will die!"

"Human life? She is also a human being? She is an animal, bought by my mother with money, and whether she lives or dies is up to my mother. You are a lowly servant girl, how dare you talk too much!"

The old bustard swung his arm and drew it towards the woman.

Those strong shoulders knocked the woman down to the ground in an instant.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there were footsteps outside.

The old bustard stopped and looked outside, his arrogant face suddenly froze!
(End of this chapter)