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

Chapter 162 Another bloodbath

This news also reached Sun Jie within a short period of time.

As soon as he learned about it, Sun Jie knew what was going on.

In front of the defenders in the city of Xi'an, the official uniforms and official seals were burned clean, the purpose is self-evident.

In the study of Duke Wei's mansion, Sun Jie looked at the telegram sent by Liang Wu, with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

Standing in front of Sun Jie, Yang Lin said with a puzzled expression: "My lord, Mr. Sun is an official of the imperial court, and even a high official in the frontier. It is really incomprehensible to come here suddenly."

No wonder Yang Lin thought so.

Who is Sun Chuanting?
That is the imperial court's big official in frontiers, the governor of Shanxi and Shanxi, in charge of military, administrative and civil affairs in Shanxi and Shanxi provinces.

In other words, he has a bright future in the imperial court, why should he lower himself and come to seek refuge with Sun Jie?
This is not in line with common sense, let alone logical.

Liang Wu didn't elaborate on the matter in the telegram, but just gave a general idea.

Sun Jie didn't understand Sun Chuanting's reason just by reading the contents of the telegram.

Not at all clueless.

Someone in Hyundai said that there are only two reasons why employees want to leave: they are bullied and they are not paid enough.

Sun Chuanting hardly received any treatment in the capital. From the beginning of leading the army, the imperial court never paid a penny of military pay.

The days of suffering have passed, so it is not impossible to bear it now.

Then there is only one possibility, being wronged.

I also can't figure out what kind of grievances I have encountered to make this loyal official to Chongzhen turn against him at this time.

You know, Sun Chuanting in history could be thrown into prison by Chongzhen to "live" for a period of time.

After suffering such a catastrophe, after being released, he didn't complain at all, and killed the thief with a knife.

Live and die on the battlefield.

How much grievance is this to turn against me.

This is a tragic figure, and now that he can surrender, he has avoided such a tragedy from happening.

"It's hard to ask about this kind of thing, but if a person like this does this kind of thing, it will prove irreversible.

As for the false surrender, the possibility of this is very small, the situation has little impact on him, and his identity is sensitive, there is no need to come to such a situation. "

Sun Jie expressed his opinion.

"Okay, let's stop thinking about it, let's get things done in Jinling City right now!" Sun Jie looked at Yang Lin.

After entering the summer, the rain in the south of the Yangtze River is like the fragrance of rouge, thick and light, floating and scattered.

It's always dirty, and you can't always see the clear sky.

Three or two steps out of the street, another rain fell on the ground.

"Click!"

Chen Hu, who was following behind Sun Jie, opened the automatic umbrella in his hand.

The umbrella was so big that it covered Sun Jie and Chen Hu.

Yang Lin walked beside Sun Jie, holding the folding umbrella Sun Jie gave him in his hand.

I usually hold this umbrella very precious and take it out for maintenance.

Afraid of being soaked by rain, they even stuck the umbrella surface with oiled paper.

Looking at the dim oil paper on Yang Lin's umbrella, Sun Jie said, "It's just an umbrella, why do you cherish it so much? If it's a daily use item, if it's broken, you can just replenish it at any time."

Yang Lin smiled, said haha, and said some polite words.

This is not an ordinary umbrella, it is an umbrella bestowed by Sun Jie, an umbrella bestowed by the future emperor.

There is a dragon spirit on it, can ordinary umbrellas compare?
This thing can even be used as a family heirloom.

To put it bluntly, just such an umbrella far surpasses most treasures in this world.

"My lord, I have time, please leave a stamp on this umbrella, so that my subordinates will be blessed!" Yang Lin looked at Sun Jie and said cautiously.

"Okay, in the future, stamp a dozen or so stamps on the umbrella!"

Sun Jie said casually.

Since he is willing, let him be fulfilled.

After all, apart from Chen Hu and the other three, Yang Lin was the first person he met in Xi'an Mansion.

In the past few years, I have been working hard and have not made any mistakes.

The rain clattered on the umbrella surface and clattered on the street.

It sounds different to different people's ears.

Sun Jie didn't feel bored when he heard it, but it was rather interesting.

In the ears of the people in the city, it is the most common voice in this world.

In the ears of the gentry, there was a lot of boredom for no reason.

Sun Jie stopped in front of a slightly larger house.

This is a Juren's house, the door is wide open, and several servants in coir raincoats are carrying the things in the house and moving them outside.

A fat middle-aged man, holding an oil-paper umbrella, stood outside the door and shouted loudly: "Hurry up, move all these golden things out, and give them to the adults as soon as possible, don't waste time!"

Sun Jie looked at the middle-aged Juren with suspicion on his face.

Is this still a gentry in Jiangnan?
Why do you hear this man's tone, how excited is he?
Could it be that he is so willing to hand over all the belongings in the family?

Is this person a fish that slipped through the thousand-year imperial examination system?

"What's the matter with this man?"

Sun Jie pointed to Yang Lin and asked.

Yang Lin glanced at this person and knew his identity, so he explained: "My lord, this person is called Zhou Chen, he is a Juren from Jinling, unlike other Juren, he very much agrees with our regulations!

From the beginning of the Shengyuan Rebellion until now, almost all the belongings that can be taken out of the family have been taken out, and even the account books have been handed over to us voluntarily.

Looking at this posture, I am afraid that these things in front of him are the last property of his family! "

"Hiss!" Sun Jie was a little surprised. He really didn't expect that there would be such a person in Jinling.

You can understand it when you think about it.

The forest is big, and there are all kinds of people.

Not all gentry in Jiangnan are scourges, and not all students are scourges.

With the accumulation of more than two hundred years, a large number of juren and students have been accumulated in the south of the Yangtze River.

How can newcomers compare to those "famous families"?
How could it be their turn to intervene in a profitable business.

Even within the same class, there are grades and grades.

Newly promoted Juren is not tolerated by those old Juren, which is almost uncommon in a place where the literary style is at its peak.

Niu Jinxing, the famous "Nautou military adviser" in history, is such a person.

Niu Jinxing is from Henan. Henan is not as good as Jiangnan, but it is also a province with a large imperial examination.

He is a newly promoted Juren, and besides his fame, he has almost no influence.

Later, "disobeying the giant gentry of the same city" was falsely accused of resisting tax arrears and occupying women, and suffered "injustice", was sent to Juren, and served as an errand in the army.

It is indeed very comfortable to become a Juren, but if you do not have a strong background, but just a small "juren fame", you cannot avoid the fate of being eaten by others.

Niu Jinxing's experience is not an exception. Since the Jiajing Wanli Year, the world has been at peace for a long time. In the past hundred years, the imperial examinations in the south of the Yangtze River have been involved to the extreme.

As the days change, more Juren are born.

The cake is that big and everyone is staring at it.

Those who don't have much power naturally fall into the lower ranks.

In the eyes of those "real" lords, he is better than a scholar if he has no name.

Zhang Pu's Fushe can attract so many students, in the final analysis, it is just that these students report to the group to keep warm.

In the eyes of those gentlemen, "students" are just ants.

In the end, he was used as a gun by Zhang Pu.

It's a pity that under Zhang Pu's manipulation, they got carried away and carried away their complacency, which eventually led to a catastrophe.

Say sad, also sad, say not sad, not sad.

The tragic things they did were no worse than bandits.

The evil of human nature, under the cover of everyone, has become an aboveboard activity.

They also had an inseparable relationship with the death of Nanming.

This Zhou Chen also has a few yards and a few shops in Jinling, and he can't get his hands on the land in the countryside.

Three festivals and two birthdays every year, and tribute to the lords above.

Of course, how can we use tribute to describe the affairs of scholars?

It's called Poetry Club and Wen Club.

Zhou Chen saw Sun Jie, of course he knew him.

Without saying a word, he threw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and threw himself in front of Sun Jie.

He knelt down and kowtowed, drenched in the rain, crying with snot and tears.

"My lord, you are the savior in the sky. I look forward to the stars and the moon, and I finally hope for you."

The melon seeds on the head were crackling, without any hesitation.

This made Sun Jie a little embarrassed.

"Okay, get up, get up quickly!"

Sun Jie kicked Zhou Chen away who was about to hug his thigh.

Zhou Chen didn't want to get up at all, he said: "My lord, the villain has contributed all his family wealth. When the lord goes north, can you bring the villain with you!"

This is his ultimate goal.

After all, it's still speculation.

For Zhou Chen, instead of being bullied by the masters in Jiangnan, it is better to hang out with Sun Jie.

Either way, it's better than being in Jiangnan.

Anyway, he didn't have much wealth, and he had to pay tribute to the gentlemen every year, so he might as well take it all out and hand it over to Sun Jie.

It would be much better than here if he could be a part-time official.

Anyway, it's all low, if you fight, maybe you can fight for a future.

Anyway, it is already so ordinary, why not gamble with the world!
Sun Jie looked at Zhou Chen in front of him, his thoughts turned slightly.

Of course such people can be used. As a Jiangnan native, he understands Jiangnan affairs better than northerners like Sun Jie.

It can be used for governance or something in the future.

However, you can't just reuse it as soon as someone goes to him.

There is a shortage of people now, but it is not so short.

"I can take you with me, but there are some things that I have to leave to you. If you can do it well, then I will take you away. If you can't do it well, I can't take you away!" Sun Jie said.

Zhou Chen kowtowed his head again, with firm eyes, he said, "Sir, just say it, the villain will risk his life, and he must do this well!"

"it is good!"

Sun Jie praised, and said loudly: "I plan to abolish the lowly household registration system in Jinling. From today, all lowly household registrations such as lowly household registrations, happy households, and craftsmen in Jinling City can leave their original identities on their own.

The humble people have suffered for a long time, and when this order came out, there were many responders.However, it is not so easy to break away. The officials and gentry will definitely not let go, and even conflicts will break out. I will give you 500 people to supervise this matter. If it is done well, follow me northward. Here it is! "

Zhou Chen's eyes shone with ambition, and he gave the order without even thinking about it.

With his head pressed against the ground, his voice roared: "My lord, give the villain ten days, no, six days, if you can't do it within six days, you can cut off the villain's head."

The opportunity is right in front of you, whether you can seize it or not is up to you.

"Okay! There is no joke in the army!"

Sun Jie shouted.

The rain kept falling, and it fell on Zhou Chen.

His clothes were soaked through, and his body was cold.

But a cloud of hot air gushed out of his chest, dispelling the cold air.

Sun Jie didn't know what he put out.

Only later, when the gentry in Jiangnan mentioned Zhou Chen, they hated him even more than Sun Jie.

To say that Sun Jie's collection of taxes from the gentry is cutting flesh, then abolishing the lowly status is digging bones.

The gentry can stand tall in the world, nothing more than two things.

One is preferential treatment from the imperial court, and the other is low status at home.

It is common for the giant gentry in the south of the Yangtze River to have a hundred or eighty servants in their hands, and some have more than a thousand servants.

Especially those smuggling sea merchants in the coastal areas have countless servants.

Although Sun Jie's tax collection is miserable, he can get through it if he endures it. As long as he saves his life, after Sun Jie leaves, he can use the servants in his hands to search from the hands of the people again.

If the lowly status system is abolished and all the servants are taken away, wouldn’t the gentry become toothless tigers?

How do you live without money and people?

You must know that the founding of the Ming Dynasty was nearly 300 years ago, and it took a hundred years for the annexation of land in the south of the Yangtze River and the planting of mulberry trees.

There are countless unemployed and oppressed people, and the contradictions are already at the peak of eruption.

Don't you know, in the silkworm workshops in the south of the Yangtze River, how many people have bent their backs in endless labor.

They were supposed to be farming in the farmland, living a life of men plowing and women weaving, working from sunrise to sunset, but when the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River annexed their land, what awaited them was endless labor.

According to modern historical records, capitalism sprouted in Jiangnan at the end of Ming Dynasty, but they forgot the dead bones buried under these words.

In the late Ming Dynasty, a large amount of silver flowed in, but what did it have to do with the common people?
Human life, it seems, is never worth anything.

In the mottled history books, they are not even willing to leave their figures.

You can only get a glimpse of the suffering of the people in the south of the Yangtze River hundreds of years ago from the cumbersome text.

As far as these officials and gentry were concerned, if there were no servants in the township, I am afraid that these "untouchables" in Jiangnan would rise up as soon as Sun Jie left.

They are much more ruthless than Sun Jie.

Break the legs of the gentlemen and sweep them into the garbage.

This is Sun Jae's number one task.

On the way forward, do everything you can.

Make a lot of friends, and grind enemies to death step by step.

The rain was still falling, mixed with tears and blood, running down the ground.

Zhou Chen was wearing an extremely inconsistent armor, and his fat belly almost burst the armor.

"He Zhangwen, I remember you once told me that there are more than [-] servants in your family. Why is there only so little in the slave book? Where are the rest?!"

Holding a booklet, he stood in the rain, staring at an elderly rich gentleman kneeling in front of him.

He Zhangwen gritted his teeth and glared at Zhou Chen, cursing: "You are just a picky villain. Back then, you were just a dog with a broken spine in my family. Once you gained power, you dared to commit crimes. Are you looking for death?"

"I bother!"

Zhou Chen spat thick phlegm on He Zhanglong's face, and cursed: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

"Come on, start with his youngest son. If you don't recruit for a quarter of an hour, you will kill one. If you don't recruit for two hours, you will slaughter his whole family!"

Cruel and ruthless!
Zhou Chen vented all the humiliation he suffered at He Zhangwen back then.

The light of the knife flashed in the rain.

Ambitions swell at this time.

　I have caught a cold, I have a headache, I only updated one chapter in more than three hours, only one chapter today, please forgive me!

　　
　
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