Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 401 Riot Riot
Early in the morning, Yingtian Mansion had already revealed an abnormal atmosphere. There seemed to be a little less pedestrians on the street, but there were more scholars in twos and threes on weekdays. The white towels, the white The Confucian gown is swaggering through the market.

It’s the day of Chun Wei recently. In short, the scholars who had gathered in various restaurants and Chu halls to drink flowers and wine to exchange articles seemed to wake up all of a sudden, and they all gathered in one place. Seeing more and more students in white robes, the crowd couldn’t help it Looking at the whispers, it is estimated that something big will happen again.

The busiest one is the Nanjing Guozijian, which is the center for scholars in Nanzhili to study. There were more than 9000 students in the prosperous period. Even if the imperial court is now in decline and cannot afford to support so many students, there are still more than 3000. I don’t know why. The regular professors of the old academy with a rigid face on weekdays seemed to have a collective holiday today, and a large number of students also gathered in the yard like a meeting with the class teacher, making a fuss.

At the very center, there are two wooden boxes. Zhang Pu, the leader of the Fushe, who is wearing a feather fan and scarf, stands proudly on it, his thin cheeks twitching excitedly, and shaking his arms, he fiercely greets the gathered students. shouted loudly.

"Warrior is domineering, thieves are swaggering through the market, today's world is filthy, it is already rampant with demons, Zhu Wen's disaster is about to repeat itself!"

"The country's servants have been serving for three hundred years, and it is the day of righteousness and death. Now that it is today, we, the hot-blooded men, should speak up for righteousness and get rid of this evil! It is the son of my loyal minister of Ming Dynasty! Come with me!"

Zhang Pu's reputation in the Jiangnan literary world is really too great. Hearing his indignant words, the gathered Guozijian students almost didn't even think about it, and they started clamoring.

"Listen to Mr. Renxue!"

"Punish the thieves, get rid of the domineering warriors!"

Those who can go to school are almost all among the landlords. Song Qingshu set up a silk farm and robbed grain production areas, which is considered to be the cheese of many people. In addition, he was born as a thief, which has long attracted the dissatisfaction of these landlords in the south of the Yangtze River. , Zhang Pu smashed the volcano with a chisel today, let out his anger, shouted, and the main force of the Guozijiansheng also rushed out, shouting slogans and rushed to the street.

At Dalukou, Chen Zilong, Wu Changshi and other Fushe leaders had already brought their entangled cronies to meet up. Several leaders nodded to each other, and immediately led the mighty group of scholars to the Forbidden Palace in Nanjing.

However, not everyone followed them. After these people left, more than a hundred people appeared in the empty Guozijian school dormitory, like ghost shadows. Hehe sneered.

"What a big crime! I'm not afraid of committing such a taboo after comparing the commander-in-chief with the Taizu of the Later Liang Dynasty! Hanyu, this is also a flaw, write it down, and beat them up later!"

"Brother Cangshui, most of the nearly ten thousand scholars in the south of the Yangtze River have been bewitched by Zhang Pu. Can the commander-in-chief do it? If it doesn't work, let's gather some people to support the commander-in-chief?"

Song Qingshu’s visit to Nanzhili was not in vain. Over the years, because of him, many merchants from Shanshan have moved their families. The current world is not like that in the early Ming Dynasty, where merchants were discriminated against. When these families had money, they naturally invested in educating the children of the clan. Jiangnan Jiangwu Hall was such a place where businessmen and scholars gathered, and many people also donated money to supervise students.

Although not as powerful as Zhang Pu's, there are still thousands of scholars. These people constitute Song Qingshu's political power in the Jiangnan literary world. Li Xiangjun reminded that Song Qingshu also knew that Zhang Pu was going to attack him.

Zhang Yusheng is a branch child of the Zhang family in Puzhou who went to South Zhili to develop. The business and industry children of the Jiangnan Jiangwu Hall are much more tightly organized than those scholars who scattered and formed cliques. He can also be regarded as a leader and leader. Seeing Zhang Huangyan's relaxed appearance, Zhang Yusheng still couldn't help asking worriedly.

Zhang Huangyan, who heard this, couldn't help but haha, patted him on the shoulder and said relaxedly: "Don't worry, if the commander can't even deal with these smooth-talking scholars, he won't be our commander! The task is to counterattack and reckon, and now everyone splits up to read, don't care about the friendship between classmates, all the miscellaneous poems and poems written by these bastards will be turned over, and they will not be killed by then!"

Being a thief is also addictive, let alone exposing other people's faults. Hearing Zhang Huangyan's order, all the businessmen who stayed behind immediately dispersed, and began to scramble.

Unaware that he had been thieves in the backyard, Zhang Pu rushed to the front of the Forbidden Palace Zhuque Square excitedly, leading the crowd of scholars. Under the vigilant horizontal spear defense of the guards of the Forbidden Palace in Nanjing, he raised his arms and faced the big man in the palace. Shout.

"Eliminate traitors for the country! Kill the traitor Song Qingshu!"

"Begging thief, get out of Nanjing!"

Following him with a wave of arms, nearly ten thousand scholars also responded loudly and shouted. The sound waves, the shocking horn bells on the drum tower of the Forbidden Palace are all buzzing, which can be seen!
Looking at the chaotic guards on the palace tower, Zhang Pu's heart was filled with excitement. This is the Ming Dynasty, the era when the king and the scholar-bureaucrats shared the world. No one dared to ignore the anger of the scholars, even the emperor. During the war, Emperor Jiajing never fought against his officials and could not pursue his biological father as emperor. Emperor Wanli also lost in the battle for the country. The scholars who rioted in the city were beaten to death, but he didn't even dare to fart.

Even Zhang Pu himself became famous because of this. In the early years of Chongzhen, he organized scholars and citizens to expel Wei Zhongxian's party members in Songjiang, and became the No. 1 civilian overthrowing eunuchs. He was regarded as a superstar by scholars. The south of the Yangtze River is in full swing, and now is the time for the cunning rabbit to die. Without the restriction of the peasant army, he believes that with this shareholder style, he will be able to put Song Qingshu, a rogue, to death!

Things happened just as he expected. Within a moment, on the tower, the eunuch Pei Tai, the eunuch in charge of Nanjing, had a livid face and his own people, and the bearded smiling face of Mr. Wang Tu, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites of Nanjing, followed. Later, Zhang Pu felt that the winning ticket was in his hands, and when he couldn't help supporting Wu Chang, Huang Zongxi lifted himself up on his shoulders.

Suddenly there were more noisy footsteps behind him. Looking back, countless citizens of Yingtian crowded into Zhuque Square in a chaotic manner. Once echoed in his heart, Zhang Pu couldn't help shouting excitedly.

"Kill the Song thief!"

"Kill your mother, you bastard, eat me!"

Before Zhang Pu could finish his heart-wrenching cry, he suddenly felt wind blowing in the back of his head. He was sitting on the shoulders of the two of them, and there was no way to avoid it. Chick, the rotten egg smashed on the back of his head and exploded. The stinking egg white and yolk flowed over the head of the dignified Fushe leader.

Things have to go back to this morning.

Almost at the time when the scholars met to go to the street, the busy scene of labor in the workshops of Jiaduobao Company in Yingtianfu suddenly stopped, and representatives of the trade unions ran into the workshops with sweaty foreheads, shouting The voice yelled.

"The big thing is bad! Someone is jealous of our boss! Going to the Nanjing court to file a complaint and kill our boss!"

"There is a landlord dog named Zhang Pu who can't understand our work and wants to smash everyone's jobs!"

"Those landlords and old fortunes are not reconciled to us living a good life. They want to overthrow our boss and force the big guys to continue to go back and be their tenants!"

Who is the trade union? The workers themselves choose the workers they trust the most, the workers who represent them in negotiating with the company, in other words, their own people. Listen to them, from the shipyard in the east to the weaving factory in the west. It's all messed up. The last time I splashed dirty water, these workers have already seen clearly who is selling high-priced grain to exploit them. They had resentment towards these landlords and scholars who were originally on the same front, but now they heard that someone was going to smash everyone. The rice bowl was fried immediately.

"Damn it, just two days after my birthday, this bunch of miserable poor scholars came to make trouble!"

"If you want to touch our master, you have to go through Lao Tzu first! Let's go to the gate of the palace to protest!"

Some grumpy workers just dropped their jobs, and the foreman didn't care about it later, even if they were timid, they were aggressive and picked up guys. Each factory also brought their unique weapons, such as chicken farms carrying rotten eggs and Large pieces of chicken manure, naturally stinky fish offal from the cannery, broken needles from the textile factory, and the most terrifying soap factory with concentrated sulfuric acid. Almost when Zhang Pu gathered, workers from all over the place also gathered.

How many workers does Jiaduobao have in Yingtian?The terrifying 15, including the various shop assistants and workers who cooperate with the firm, plus a piece of 25 is more than [-], and it's not just the workers.

On the street, a big curtain was drawn long, with words of grievance written all over it. Yu'er and the thirteen star girls of the Qinhuai Orchestra were also giving speeches on the street pitifully.

"Everyone! In order to bring joy to everyone, our master sent us to perform for everyone, but this was met with the hatred of traitors! They gathered at the gate of the Nanjing imperial court, wanting to kill our master, please, everyone, help us, save our master Bar!"

The popularity of these girls is not built on, men, women, old and young are all their fans. When they saw their idol praying so tearfully, the citizens walking through the Confucius Temple were also blown up, and the first big man yelled. He said: "Those bastards are having fun on their own, and we ordinary people won't let us listen to any music. I can't stand it anymore. Wow, I'm going to fight them!"

Seeing that the big man grabbed a brick and turned around to leave, on the other side, the excited crowd followed behind like crucian carp crossing the river.

There are less than 30 scholars on this side, but on the other side, there are [-] scholars who are excited, rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, bags of dung, and bricks are overwhelming, where are some scholars studying hard behind closed doors? Having seen such a terrifying side, he couldn't care less about the character of any scholar, grabbed his long Confucian robe and ran away. Before the crowd could gather around, the protesting scholar had already collapsed.

There are also some who are bold, or stubborn, and want to argue a few words with the prestige of the past.

"You have all been bewitched by the Song thieves! Follow us to kill the Song thieves, so that Jiangnan will be peaceful!"

But in just a short while, these old pedants were buried with bribes, and some were even beaten and kicked by angry workers. I don't know who is so talented, put a big sign on the captured old pedants, and actually criticized them.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? They should follow me and believe me. I, Zhang Pu, are the Qingliu! What I say is the truth!"

From heaven to hell in such a short moment, suffered two rotten eggs, with fish intestines hanging on his face, Zhang Pu had a hideous face, shouted in disbelief, and wanted to rush to the protesting crowd. At this time, a jar of sulfuric acid fell from the sky It broke with a bang, and an unlucky ghost covered his face and screamed desperately, Huang Zongxi dragged his waist in panic, Hou Fangyu hugged his thigh, and pulled back desperately.

"Mr. Renxue, a good man does not suffer from the immediate disadvantages, but keeps a useful body!"

In history, when the Qing army approached Nanjing, Fushe's children surrendered under this excuse. Now, they have used it in advance, seeing the leader of Fushe fleeing from the capital. The cronies of the last hundred and ten people were also defeated, and retreated towards both sides. Some were swayed by the rioting citizens and even ran directly into the Forbidden Palace in a daze.

On the top of the city, Wang Tu, the old Minister of Rites who originally planned to force Pei Tai to nod his head by relying on his momentum, and immediately issued an arrest warrant, was also scared at the moment. His legs were weak and he ran away without paying attention. More than 30 people rushed towards the palace wall with still anger remaining, and the guarding eunuch, who was so frightened that his penis almost didn't grow back, jumped up and shouted at his mother.

"Quickly invite Song Zongbing! Hurry up!"

(End of this chapter)