Qianlong: Qing Dynasty?What about my Daqing?

Chapter 99 Anjing Hunan, the children of Xianghu are many talents.

The so-called propaganda work.

Actually nothing else.

It is to spread the "Sun Moon News" and "Ta Kung Pao" to the southern provinces.

This kind of newspaper timeliness is not bad in this era.

It can attract some readers to watch.

And now that the Qing government is busy fighting with Ming Dynasty, the control over local areas is a little 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 it doesn't stop there.

If you want to rely on a few newspapers, a few Jinyiwei fans, and the halls of the Tiandihui in various provinces, you can mobilize the masses or something.

That's really overthinking.

But even so, the effect is good.

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

Many scholars from various provinces went south to Guangdong.

The imperial examinations in the Qing Dynasty were not easy to take.

Otherwise, Fan Jinzhongju wouldn't have gone crazy with joy.

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

How to cultivate yourself is up to you.

But to govern the country and the world.

First of all, you have to be an official.

Being an official is the obsession of Confucian scholars.

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many tried and tested scholars rebelling—if I can’t be your official, I’ll just open an official shop myself.

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

Naturally, more and more down-and-out scholars came to Guangdong to try their luck.

Fujian.

Houguan County, Fuzhou Prefecture.

Lin's old house.

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

17-year-old Lin Minghe lay on the chair and gritted his teeth, resisting the pain and not saying a word.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

There was a voice from behind.

"I am right!"

Lin Minghe poked his neck and said loudly.

"you"

"Look, I won't kill you!!"

Lin Tianhan's beard, who was holding a ruler, was going to explode with anger.

He pointed at the [Sun and Moon News] on the ground with trembling fingers.

"What is this, what is this? This is anti-book! Anti-report! How dare you look at this, a dozen or so members of my Lin family will be killed by your rebellious son!!"

"You, you, you, look, I won't kill you!"

Raising the ruler in his hand.

"If you want to hit me, hit me to death! He'er just recovered from a serious illness, why are you so cruel!"

At this moment, a woman pushed the door and entered, and a small head with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain poked out of the door to look inside.

"You, just take care of me, loving mother who loses her son!"

Lin Tianhan held up the ruler and said angrily.

"My life was saved by King Ming. What's wrong with looking at things in Guangdong, and I think this newspaper said very well. The Tartars drove the people away to consume the food stored by the Ming army. The Ming army stopped the attack for the people and tried their best to rescue them It is clear at a glance who is the master of the Han family and who is the brutal Tartar.”

"You're wrong! You're wrong!"

Lin Tianhan trembled with anger.

My eldest son had dysentery some time ago.

Repeated fever, diarrhea, burns and confusion all over the body.

Very few people who have this disease can be cured.

I thought it was gone.

As a result, I bought a bottle of garlic medicine from a sea merchant in Pingtan-this is a common practice in Fujian for smuggling out to sea.

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 cannot be restrained.

This garlic medicine is really a magic medicine.

A bottle of garlic medicine is divided into three doses.

After two or three days, it basically recovered.

So it makes sense for Lin Minghe to say that his life was also saved by King Ming—the garlic medicine was invented by King Ming, and this story has spread not only in Guangdong, but also in nearby Fujian.

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

Because Fujian is still under the rule of the Qing court.

Do not trade with each other.

Therefore, smuggling garlic medicine from Guangdong into Fujian can be more than ten times profitable!
Such a big profit.

Of course, many people took the risk.

And it came in with the garlic medicine.

It is the "retaliation" such as "Sun Moon News" and "Ta Kung Pao".

This retaliation has little impact on the common people.

After all, the illiteracy rate is here now.

It doesn't have much impact on Lin Tianhan and the middle-aged people - who has a family, a mouth and a family, who dares to see this.

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

The "Day and Moon News" and "Ta Kung Pao" described the new events in Guangdong and the words of King Ming, etc., which are so fresh and eye-catching.

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

Although Lin Tianhan himself failed many times.

But anyway, he is still a greyhound.

You can receive one point of granary rice.

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

Of course.

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

I dream that one day I will be able to raise people in high school and reach the sky in one step.

However, my eldest son turned against me in everything when he was sixteen or seventeen (in fact, the rebellious period came a bit late).

This inverse.

Really pissed off.

Seeing his wife protecting his eldest son, Lin Tianhan couldn't beat him anymore.

They had no choice but to confiscate the Sun, Moon and Ta Kung Pao in Lin Minghe's room.

Back to the study.

Lin Tianhan originally wanted to destroy these "retaliations" directly.

But I was attracted by the title of [Sun Monthly].

【Caring for the common people, King Ming inspects Ganzhou refugee camp】

".[-] Han troops, anyway, our army occupied Nan'an Mansion, and the soldiers pointed directly at Ganzhou. When Yuzhang was intimidated, the Tazi court was in a state of panic all day long, and they drove the people of Ganzhou into Nan'an Mansion, trying to delay the attack with millions of Ganzhou people. Potential!"

".My king made a decisive decision, and the top and bottom officials worked together to gather the refugees and make every effort to ensure that the refugees had food and clothing. At the same time, they recruited soldiers from among the refugees and provided relief with work. At the same time, they transferred some of the refugees to Nanxiong Prefecture."

". When King Ming visited the refugees, weeping, suffering the pain of the people, suffering the pain of the people, and crying out in public: "The people are all my sons. No one will be hungry or cold. The plan to attack Ganzhou is suspended, and we must do our best to protect it." The people have enough food and clothing. "."

unconsciously.

Lin Tianhan actually finished reading this vernacular article.

Drive millions of people into Nan'an Mansion.

This court is too outrageous.

This is my own people,
How can you drive people away?

And still rushing to the territory of the Ming army.

This is too cruel.

Lin Tianhan thought.

Then he woke up suddenly.

"Retaliation, this is retaliation"

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 in the refugee camp?

This is really benevolent
wrong.

This idea is a little dangerous.

Meditate, meditate.

There are three poles on the moon.

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

Lin Minghe was lying on the bed, his ass was burning, he couldn't sleep at all, and he didn't know where his mind was wandering.

creak.

The door was opened a crack.

"Brother."

A tiger-headed and tiger-headed head poked in.

"Zexu, what are you doing here so late at night?"

Lin Minghe wanted to turn over, but in the end he grinned his teeth in pain, and almost jumped out of bed.

"Aunt asked me to bring you medicine."

Lin Zexu slipped in quietly.

Close the door.

He struggled to move a stool to the table, and moved his stomach up on the stool.

Blow on the oil lamp on the table.

"Brother, why do you insist on making Dad angry?"

Lin Zexu lay beside the bed and asked curiously.

It seems that he also forgot to deliver medicine to brother.

Lin Minghe reached out and took the medicine hanging from Lin Zexu's waist, and grinned, "It's not that I want to make him angry, it's that he doesn't understand the general situation."

"What is the general trend?"

"The general trend is Hu Wu's hundred-year fortune. King Ming wants to restore the Han family, expel the Tartars, and restore China."

"Who are the Tartars? Restoring what China?"

"Why do you have so many questions, I'm busy with you."

"Brother, if you don't tell me, I'll ask dad."

"Hey, come back. I said!"

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

He is fully 11 years older than his second brother.

They are older brothers and younger brothers.

"It's about expelling the Tartars, that's it."

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

After a long time.

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

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

Go to the window by yourself.

Staring at the bright moon in mid-air.

"The sun and the moon... are the light."

Lin Minghe clenched his fists.

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

This idea came to mind.

In fact.

A few days ago, I read [Sun and Monthly News] that Guangzhou will hold the imperial examination, and that candidates from all over the country can participate as long as they sign up.

He started to have this idea.

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

Lin Minghe sat at the desk, wanting to write a farewell letter.

Grind ink and write.

But suddenly woke up.

"If I leave a letter, it's easy to cause trouble for my family!"

Lin Minghe took a deep breath.

"When I show up in Daming, it won't be too late to return home."

I hurriedly packed my luggage, packed a few taels of silver I saved during the weekdays, and set off in the dark.

"Okay, the soldiers of the Twelve Brigade entered Chenzhou and Hengzhou, and the two 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 was indeed blocking the pace of the Ming army going north.

However, during this period of time, Daming was not idle except to settle down the people who were driven out from the Ganzhou Mansion.

There are not many defenders in Chenzhou and Hengzhou.

A brigade with thousands of infantry can easily be taken down.

"It's just that the prefecture is occupied, and the land is still controlled by the gentry. It doesn't count that there are two prefectures."

Said with Song Xiang who was beside Zhu Daohua.

It is really easy for the emperor's close ministers to get an official.

Song Xiang is no longer a secretary.

And is about to become the recruiting envoy of Hunan.

Wait for Hunan Province to win all of them.

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

It's really a step up to the sky.

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

Intersect with some local celebrities in Hunan.

"Hunan is different from Guangdong. The power of the gentry in Hunan is very strong, and it is the base camp of Neo-Confucianism in Xianghu. Therefore, if you want to stabilize Hunan, you still need the support of the local gentry."

The Xianghu School of Neo-Confucianism is quite famous in history.

A time of change for future generations.

Talented people from Hunan are among them.

It is very capable.

Besides.

I also especially like to report to the Unity Party.

It is very powerful and difficult to deal with.

Moreover, it is impossible for Zhu Daohua to push this group of Hunanese elites to the Qing court.

Isn't this asking for trouble for yourself?

In case there is another shaved saint.

That is enough for King Zhu Ming to drink a pot.

(End of this chapter)