It is very easy to formulate a policy, but difficult to implement it.
It's like an ordinary person watching Liu Xiang's hurdles. His brain memorizes the steps, strategies, and movements, but his hands and feet can't keep up.
The imperial court decided to curb slaves. A previous slave rebellion in Shaoxing, Zhejiang was just a reminder that slaves were legally equal to ordinary people.
But if you think about it with your feet, you will know that the implementation will definitely be full of loopholes, and there will even be few people who will actually implement it.
So generally speaking, in the middle and late stages of the dynasty, unless there is a major change that affects life and death and unites most of the bureaucrats, it will be difficult to change easily.
For example, Wang Anshi's reform did not start impulsively. Instead, he planned to cultivate bureaucrats himself from the beginning, such as changing the imperial examination and implementing the Sanshe method to accumulate talents for the reform.
In view of the shortcomings of the imperial examination, which determines the winner or loser in one test, a three-level system of county school, state school, and Taixue was implemented. The examination was carried out step by step from the local level, and then the official position was determined by the school results.
It sounds fair, with public schools providing free food and drink, but in fact, due to its general operation of defeating monsters and upgrading, the complicated process breeds a lot of corruption.
As a result, the Sanshe Dharma was abolished after twenty years of implementation.
It is a pity that talents have not yet matured, and the hasty reforms without the support of our own people have completely changed the local situation.
Good governance turns into misgovernment.
In this way, Song Shenzong lay flat and died, and Wang Anshi stepped down.
Zhu Yixi came from a later generation and naturally knew this very well.
Therefore, he passed the provincial examination, filled up the officialdom, and took the lead in carrying out reforms in the rotten north.
The South maintains a large number of officials from the previous dynasty, so it is natural to be cautious and skeptical.
Sending imperial envoys became the best method.
Different from the previous ones, the person who served as the Imperial Envoy this time was Feng Rui, the Minister of Civil Affairs. In the vast south, almost no one dared to compete with him.
"Okay!" Feng Rui pinched and called: "Jin Yiwei is extraordinary. If you have made great achievements, I will report to the emperor."
Du Bing bowed his hands and stepped back, with no joy on his face.
"Why, Dong Weng is not happy?" the staff on the side asked curiously.
"The reputation of the factory has once again spread in the south, although it is said that it is for the imperial court..."
Feng Rui felt helpless that Jin Yiwei brought Cheng Yuan back so easily.
The Cheng family is also a wealthy family in Shanghai. It is said that they have hundreds of servants and servants and a huge fortune.
Moreover, he was still a juren, and with his fame and honor, Jin Yiwei took it back like a fly, without any hindrance.
This shows its great reputation.
Du Bing returned to Qianhu Office and met Qianhu Tangfu.
This Qianhu had participated in the incident of arresting three princes in Jiujiang Prefecture, and was extremely senior.
"How is it?" Tang Fu said calmly.
"All the people and evidence have been brought back." Du Bing said softly: "The local government also knows now."
"That's good." Tang Fu drank tea and said softly: "We Jin Yiwei should not get involved in too many literati affairs."
"Yes!" Du Bing handed over his hand and felt that he had to retreat.
When Tang Fu saw him leaving, his eyes flashed.
Different from the previous Zhejiang slave change, it was too abrupt and Jin Yiwei had no sense of participation at all.
But this time it was different. With the imperial edict, His Majesty's will, and the imperial envoy's request, the entire Jiangnan region could not escape at all.
A slave has a good record, and to harm a slave is to harm an ordinary person.
Who among the Jiangnan gentry can resist?
The smart ones handed over the slave contract and changed it to employment.
And those stubborn ones are naturally Jin Yiwei's sword ghosts.
"Not bad!" Tang Fu feels that the aftermath of this case is definitely not small, and Jin Yiwei can definitely make contributions and reap benefits.
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In early May, just after the Dragon Boat Festival, the Forbidden City became busy. A large number of things, including the emperor's concubines and civil and military officials, were moved again.
Yuquan Summer Resort.
After Jia Daihua's death, he hurriedly returned home, took off his armor, and then the steaming heat dissipated.
"Iced sour plum soup?" Looking at his younger brother holding a bowl of cold soup, he couldn't hold back, so he grabbed it and drank it down.
At this time, Jia Daishan, who had just learned to walk at the age of three, immediately started crying loudly.
Mrs. Jia on the side couldn't laugh or cry: "I started making a fuss as soon as I got home. I can't bear it for a while. How can I short-change you?"
"Mom, it's too hot today. I can't wait any longer." Jia Daihua shook his head, then smiled and said, "My brother's soup tastes better."
As he said that, he held him in his arms, and the latter chuckled.
"Dad hasn't come back yet?"
After teasing for a while, Jia Daihua turned around and asked.
"Your father is in the military camp and will never come back until the sun goes down. How is he like you, who works three shifts and is very leisurely and happy?"
"Mom, it's not easy for me to stand on patrol for three or four hours every day." Jia Daihua had no choice but to complain.
"Go to work and don't slack off."
At this time, my six or seven-year-old sister ran out, wearing a small skirt, not to mention how lively she was.
"Brother, big brother -" Seeing her younger brother in her arms, she immediately became unhappy and muttered, "Why is the third child so ignorant? The eldest brother just came back!"
"You are the only one who is sensible." Jia Daihua touched his little head.
The family was chatting and laughing, otherwise a servant came to report: "Madam, Master, someone from the Civil Information Bureau said it was a letter from Mr. Wang."
Mr. Wang refers to Wang Qing, who leads the troops in Chahar.
The so-called Civil Letter Bureau, that is, a private letter bureau, is a private postal agency. It was pioneered by businessmen in Ningbo in the south. It was established during the Yongle period. At first, it was just Ningbo businessmen from the same village who sent letters and parcels to each other. Later, it spread to other people. .
Compared with the inn system, its private operation requires fees and is slow, but its biggest feature is that it collects money to do things.
It's not like an inn, it can only be transmitted by the official.
Shaowu Reform Station only receives officials and messengers and delivers official documents. Private messages from other officials are no longer delivered, saving a lot of resources.
At the same time, due to the vacancy in the official market, the Civil Information Bureau developed rapidly and began to spread throughout the world.
As soon as Jia Daihua saw the stamp, he knew it was for his father, so he didn't read it.
While chatting, a servant came to report: "Madam, Master and Master Shi are back together."
"Tell the servants to prepare two more dishes." Mrs. Jia turned to order, and then stood up with a smile to greet her.
"Brothers and sisters are nagging." Shi Jinbao saw several members of the Jia family, glanced at Jia Dai incarnate emphatically, and then said with a smile:
"I don't want to come, but old Jia Fei wants to drag me here."
"Why don't you come and see your son-in-law? Look how strong he is."
Jia Yan laughed, and the two walked side by side to the living room.
Jia Daihua felt ashamed, lowered his head slightly, and called uncle.
"I can't spare you if there's no good wine today."
Shi Jinbao smiled.
As he said that, he looked at Jia Daihua.
This is true, the purpose of this trip is for this son-in-law.
Jia Daihua is now an imperial guard, with the rank of sixth grade official. Once he is released, he will be a camp official, and his future is limitless.
Now he is seventeen years old, he is strong and hard-working, and he is more than enough to be a son-in-law.
Of course, the fact that both families are viscounts and that they are well-matched is also an important reason.
"You are no better than others in the palace. You are cautious, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, and you have survived like this for two years."
Shi Jinbao said softly: "Don't mention anything else, just one camp is definitely more than enough."
"Yes, you are right." Jia Daihua could only cope.
The palace is peaceful, with the emperor and empress sitting in charge, and there is basically no chore.
.
Only the most difficult thing is over.
Patrolling, standing guard, guarding, and having to take martial arts tests from time to time, it was tedious and busy.
"What do you think?"
Shi Jinbao cared more about his son-in-law than Jia Yan.
"Uncle, I am now a second-class imperial guard. If I continue to move up, I can only be a first-class guard. There are not many in the entire inner court. I am a carrot and a pit."
Jia Daihua raised his head and said seriously: "If you stay in the palace for a long time, it will be difficult to go to the battlefield after being at ease for a long time. I want to leave the palace next year-"
"Confused——" Jia Yan immediately scolded: "You are only seventeen years old. Even next year you will only be eighteen. What do you know? Going to the battlefield means you will die?"
"After a few years in the palace, the emperor will become familiar with you. Once you come out, your future will be bright..."
"Brother Jia, I think Daihua is right."
Shi Jinbao on the side smiled and said: "Being in front of the emperor is all about good luck."
"If you can't get what you ask for, it's better to go to the battlefield and fight. If you wait a few years, you won't be in a good place."
As soon as these words came out, Jia Yan was silent.
There was a bit of surprise in the eyes that met him.
His eyebrows were lowered, and he was lost in thought.
Today, the northwest region is the most miserable, but it is also the place with the most achievements.
A Yarkand has created countless nobles and official positions. The three Oirat Mongolian tribes in the north are a tough guy no matter how you look at them.
However, for the honorable nobles, as long as they can achieve military exploits, they don't care about waste, money and food, as long as they can fight.
Therefore, there are disputes between the cabinet and the Fifth Army Governor's Office, and they are swinging back and forth.
Many people are also gambling and dare not place bets easily.
After all, once you go to the northwest, you will have to eat sand, and it will be difficult to come back easily. Even if you come back, you will not have a good location.
To gamble or not to gamble? This is a puzzling question.
The dinner was enjoyable, but Jia Yan was thoughtful and could not let go and enjoy it to the fullest.
At night, he couldn't hold himself back and asked his son: "You are often around the emperor. Do you know what your plans are?"
"What's the plan?" Jia Daihua was a little confused.
"What it means to Oirat Mongolia."
Jia Yan said angrily: "So you can't hear anything, but you can always hear the news!"
"My son doesn't quite understand." Jia Daihua said, "But I feel that the emperor's great talent and broad strategy will definitely not let the Western Regions go."
"The southern half has been brought back, let alone the northern half?"
Hearing this, Jia Yan couldn't help but nod: "You're right, how can those who are studying in the cabinet hold down His Majesty?"
"When I save enough money and food for another two years, I can send out troops."
With that said, Jia Yan patted his shoulder and said, "My father has decided to go to the northwest in two months."
"If you want to make do with it this year, go there early next year. When the time comes for father and son to fight, who will be our opponent?"
Jia Daihua was also said to be greatly moved.
The next day, Shifu invited Jia Daihua to play, using the names of brothers Shi Ding and Shi Nai.
But everyone knows that this is to gather face for the young couple before marriage and to cultivate their relationship as much as possible.
This year, when Miss Shi turns fifteen, it’s time to discuss marriage.
Jia Daihua was very interested in this, but when he arrived at the Shi's Mansion, he was faced with questions from a group of adults, and he was particularly embarrassed.
After that, he hurriedly got to know the young lady from the Shi family, and chatted for a few words about family issues before being kicked out.
The Shi brothers were happy and took him directly to the restaurant.
Jia Daihua met an acquaintance: Xue Chongwen.
Imperial businessman of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
"Brother Xue——" Although he was surprised how these two people got together, Jia Daihua had stayed in the palace for a year and was quite sensible.
"I heard that Brother Jia is coming, so I specially prepared a gift——"
Xue Chongwen’s temperament is
He was gentle but generous, and he led a few people directly to the stables.
A pure black horse came into view.
The satin-like fur immediately attracted Jia Daihua's attention.
"I often go to Chifeng. If nothing else, there is no shortage of horses. You and I are both friends. This is a meeting gift. Brother Jia, don't refuse."
Xue Chongwen smiled.
Shi Nai on the side whispered softly: "I heard that General Wang has a close relationship with your family, so I asked you to come here."
After saying this, Jia Daihua suddenly understood.
Uncle Wang is in Chahar, and the Xue family often goes to Chahar to do business, so it is normal to fawn over him.
He glanced at the Shi brothers. These two boys must have benefited a lot.
"Brother Xue is interested, so I will be disrespectful."
Jia Daihua accepted it with a smile, his contempt for the businessman hidden deep in his heart.
Now, several people were chatting happily.
Xue Chongwen did not agree blindly, but instead talked about business:
"Now the imperial court has two cities in Chahar, one is Chengde east of Gubeikou, and the other is Chifeng, the center of Chahar."
"To the north of Chifeng is the Khalkha Mongolia. To the east is Jilin Dusi and a group of Horqin tribes."
"Whether it's Jilin, the Khalkha Mongolia, or the Horqin people, it's a big income, and the gangsters won't refuse anyone who comes."
"A mere iron pot can be exchanged for dozens of sheep."
After hearing this, several people were shocked.
With the capture of Chahar and Suiyuan areas, Beijing people especially like to eat mutton, which is cheaper than beef, more respectable than pork, and most importantly, delicious.
In this way, the value of a sheep is only three or four silver dollars, while the value of an iron pot is less than half a dollar.
This was dozens of times the profit. Even his noble descendants couldn't help but be shocked when they heard about it.
"Isn't Brother Xue rich enough to rival the country?" Shi Ding said with a smile.
"How can we say that we are so rich that we can rival the country?" Xue Chongwen shook his head and said, "It's not easy to live on the grassland. Those bastards like to rob. It would be difficult without some powerful guards."
"It is precisely because of the lack of major generals that I dare not go north, and the profits I make are minimal."
"Then my Shi family has one!" Shi Ding couldn't help but said: "You and I, the Shi, Jia, and Xue families are rich and powerful, but are you afraid that you won't have any money?"
At this time, Jia Daihua interrupted: "We still have to make up for the Wang family."
