Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 360
Song Qingshu has seen the social chaos caused by the employment problem in later generations. The American anti-Chinese and Italian anti-Chinese are all because of this reason. The local people think that the Chinese have taken away their job opportunities. The slogan is particularly attractive, cracking down on illegal immigration and preserving local employment opportunities. Brexit also has the reason that the excessive labor force of EU member states has robbed local employment opportunities.

But Song Qingshu still didn't understand that this happened to him. After all, he was recruiting workers under the banner of the shipyard before, and the locals didn't come to apply for the job, so he had no choice but to transfer people from Yinghuoshan.

Not to mention him, Ruan Dacheng, Fu Shan, Yuan Hongdao and other talented people, Cao Sanxi, Qu Botao couldn't figure it out, but in the end it was Shi Lang, a little man from the lower class, who broke the secret in one fell swoop.

"Marshal, the shipyard is different from the cannery. The shipyard is run by the government. It's not good to work for the government. Maybe the household registration is divided into artisan households, and the money may not be paid. Who knows, Marshal, you are giving money and managing it at the same time. Food! As soon as this cannery is established, the commander-in-chief no longer recruits locals, and the price of food in the market has skyrocketed recently, so it’s no wonder that people from our villages have risen to make trouble.”

"This has happened before. The Huangshan case rioted in Huizhou. During Wei Zhongxian's time, the people in Suzhou and Yangzhou rioted. This method is also a good trick of the Donglin gang of modest gentlemen!"

Shi Lang used to respect Donglin quite a lot, but after following Song Qingshu for a long time, he also saw that Donglin was no different from other high-ranking officials except for empty talk of benevolence, justice and morality. This modest gentleman was mocking.

"This group of foolish people, listening to the wind is rain!"

Shi Lang's words revealed the truth, Ruan Dacheng's beard straightened in anger, and he continued to curse, while Cao Sanxi was a businessman after all, and kindness makes money, but he followed up with persuasion.

"Master, I'm going to talk to the board of directors about building two more canning factories and recruiting some local people?"

"What? Bow your head like those poor ghosts?" Ruan Dacheng suddenly became even more unwilling, and shouted furiously, but at this time, Song Qingshu coughed lightly.

"I'm also from this poor ghost."

In an instant, Ruan Dacheng was out of battery, he hesitated to the side and didn't know what to mutter, but Song Qingshu then nodded to Cao Sanxi.

"It won't cost tens of thousands of taels to build a cannery. When our ocean-going fishing boat is built, the production capacity will be at least ten times higher, and we won't lose money if we lay out the stalls earlier.

"However, Donglin's influence is too great, we must find a way to win over the public opinion!"

Thinking of the turbulent scene at noon, Song Qingshu gnashed his teeth and knocked on the table again, but also, the scene of the shipyard workers bravely rushing out for themselves also echoed in his mind.

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Two more canning factories were going to be opened, and the news spread that all locals would be recruited, and Yingtian's market was immediately leveled off. Many of the big-character posters posted on the street by those scholars who scolded Song Qingshu were torn down. The cannery only recruited more than 4000 people, but the salary was not much higher than that of Suzhou weavers. In order to win this opportunity, no one dared to attack again.

The Donglin Party set off, and the second wave of attacking the begging army finally fell. It was not Zhang Pu, Hou Fangyu and the others who softened their hearts, but a major change in Donglin. Donglin was the main force in the capital. Hou Xun was taken down and imprisoned.

In October of the ninth year of Chongzhen, Li Zicheng attacked Kaifeng for the first time. The siege lasted for less than half a month. This was the first time that such a big city was besieged for such a long time. At that time, the main force of the imperial court was concentrated near the capital. In the dilapidated city, Li Zicheng, who was out of Shaanxi at this time, had as many as 27 troops, and Chen Yongfu, the general soldier in Henan, couldn't handle it by himself.

Afterwards, Wen Tiren blamed the matter on Hou Xun, and ordered the censor to impeach Hou Xun for embezzlement and embezzlement, which delayed the army's rescue in the Central Plains, and gave the Chuang army an opportunity to put the court in danger. The whole hall mobilized and attacked him, and Hou Xun was immediately locked up by the furious Emperor Chongzhen and imprisoned.

Hou Fangyu is Hou Xun's eldest son, so he is also guilty of following him. He was deprived of fame and sent back to his hometown. Naturally, no one paid attention to the memorials of the restoration of the society with Chen Zhenhui, Maoxiang and others. It is rare that Song Qingshu saved some money.

But before Song Qingshu was happy, in March, the Ming Dynasty launched the biggest counterattack against the peasant army. Yang Sichang's plan to spread the net on four sides and six corners and ten sides was formally proposed at the court. Suppress the salary in the salary.

Beginning in the 46th year of Wanli, the imperial court began to levy an additional [-]% of silver on the official farmland, called the Liao Pay, to pay for various expenses in the Liaodong War. two percent.

In fact, it really needs to be spread out evenly. One penny and two cents of silver are only more than a dozen catties of rice, and the yield per mu is more than 500 catties. Salt merchants don't have to pay a penny, but the local farmers who are already extremely poor have to pay extra money, and it's not just a few catties of rice.

Lijia was broken, and the government also implemented a tax compensation system. If Jia escaped from one family, the tax of this family would be compensated by the other nine households. People pay the taxes of the original ten households, and many landlords colluded with the government. The landlords annexed the fields, but kept the taxes attached to the fields on the original farmers. Pen tax.

The increase in wage suppression set off a new round of bankruptcies among the self-cultivating farmers in the Ming Dynasty.

Even in this affluent South Zhili, Song Qingshu could feel the impact of this increase in taxes. Before the summer grain harvest, bankrupt farmers had already been abandoned, and Ying Tianfu suddenly squeezed in tens of thousands of refugees. Refugees, there are prostitutes everywhere on the streets, and the desolate atmosphere of the last days is undoubtedly revealed.

The rush of the carriage was on the road, because Yang Sichang began to toss, and Song Qingshu had to be tossed up, walking, while Song Qingshu was angrily knocking on the table.

"Toss, toss, toss! People can't survive in the first place, so such a salary increase, won't they force people to defect to the civilian army?"

"Don't say that, Commander. If you don't add taxes to those poor people, you have to add them to us. Would you like it, Commander?"

Although he was helpless, Ruan Dacheng said with a sigh, but Song Qingshu who was listening rolled his eyes.

"As much power as you enjoy, you have as much responsibility. If all the princes in the court resign and replace our Jiaduobao company's board of directors to manage it, let alone tax increases, even if all the family belongings are put in, so what?"

Ruan Dacheng couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Marshal, you really dare to think about it!"

While speaking, the galloping carriage suddenly stopped abruptly with a creak, and Shi Lang's scolding sound came from the front immediately.

"Little brat, don't you want to live anymore?"

Vaguely hearing whips waving outside and the cries of children, Caiwei, who was in the same car, suddenly softened her heart. She and Song Qingshu have been married for many years, but up to now they have not even left a single heir. In this era, there are three ways to be unfilial. Nothing is great!Unable to bear it, Caiwei pushed open the car door and got out.

"Shi Lang, stop!"

This year is very chaotic, Song Qingshu also hurriedly got out of the car, seeing that Shi Lang put his fists together, put away his whip and bowed: "Commander, ma'am!"

But still full of anger, Shi Lang pointed at the ragged refugees on the ground with his whip and cursed: "Marshal, these bastards who don't open their eyes are actually holding a log to intercept our carriage. Commander, inform Ying Tianfu and arrest them all!"

"The commander-in-chief is kind, Xiaomin is not sincere, but I really can't survive, please give me a way to survive! I will wait to be a cow and a horse to repay your kindness."

Suddenly, the six refugees knelt on the ground and kowtowed their heads, but the voice was that of a child. Except for a cowering adult who couldn't speak, the others were all children, ranging from eight or nine years old to fifteen or sixteen years old. All ages.

"Officer."

Seeing her heart softened, Caiwei yelled at the side to persuade again, but the audible Song Qingshu shook her head.

There are many injustices in the world, even Emperor Chongzhen can't control it, let alone him?Frowning, Song Qing walked in front of several victims expressionlessly.

"What can you do for me?"

"I heard that Dashuai's factory is recruiting workers. We don't need wages, as long as we can give you a bite to eat..."

"The factory has no shortage of people."

Before they finished speaking, Song Qingshu had already said coldly, and the victims who listened couldn't help being stunned, but after a while, the young man who spoke at the front kowtowed heavily again.

"The little life is also willing to give to the commander-in-chief. As long as the commander-in-chief has a word, even if it is a mountain of swords and seas of fire, he will not hesitate!"

"is it?"

Still so gloomy, Song Qingshu suddenly pulled out his revolver from his waist and started to pull it towards the ground. He saw stones bouncing on the ground flying straight, and the crowd nearby immediately dispersed in horror. The refugee was also pale with fright, and crawled backwards again and again, leaving only the young man in charge, his teeth were chattering, and although his whole body was trembling, he was still kneeling there.

"Can you give me your life without telling me? I'll give you a chance to prove it!"

With a snap, the revolver was thrown to the side of the young man, and Song Qingshu pointed at his temple. For a moment, the young man was stunned.

"Don't you dare? Then get out of the way!"

It's been ten years since the beginning of the otaku, Song Qingshu's heart has been so cold and cold, he struggled to survive all the way, but he knows that there is a price to live, and with a word of urging, Song Qingshu turned around and went back to the car Walking, suddenly, the boy grabbed the revolver like lightning.

For a moment, Shi Lang nervously stood in front of Song Qingshu, only to see the young man kowtow fiercely in this direction.

"I beg the commander-in-chief to give my brother and uncle a way to survive!"

As he said that, he pressed the revolver against his temple with his right hand and slammed it hard.

click

The hammer sounded, but the gun didn't fire. The revolver only had six bullets, which had already been shot by Song Qingshu. Just when the boy was terrified, Song Qingshu turned around and asked again.

"what's your name?"

"The little one has no name, and everyone calls me Er Leng..."

"Okay, then you will be called Yongzhong from now on! Put the gun away, give him a horse, let's go!"

This time, at the invitation of Ma Shiying, he was in a hurry to go to Anqing. Song Qingshu couldn't delay at all, and got into the car again. The young man, or his personal soldier Song Yongzhong, was holding the revolver and was stunned, looking at the kneeling man on the ground. The brothers were a little overwhelmed.

Crash~ A few taels of silver were thrown in front of those refugees, Shi Lang impatiently threw the reins of the horse in front of him.

"Follow up, I won't wait for you."

Seeing that the carriage galloped up again, with a jolt, Song Yongzhong hurriedly and clumsily stepped on the horse, and the one who followed behind also rode the horse and galloped wildly.

"This kid doesn't know how to ride a horse at all. It won't be long before he has to fall down. Continuous fire is a sharp weapon for our begging army. Give it to him, okay?"

Hearing the exclamation coming from behind from time to time, Ruan Dacheng raised the window of the car worriedly and asked, but Song Qingshu who heard it hummed sullenly, and immediately turned to Caiwei.

"Go back and allocate some money, find some Jiling children to adopt, and teach them some culture and martial arts."

"Thank you officer."

Hearing this, Caiwei couldn't help showing a warm smile at the corner of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)