Old Zhengtou frowned and said, "Fan Zong, what's going on?"
Fan Zong read the original memorial in detail, and finally picked out the parts about Zao Ding in Chen Hua's memorial.
When everyone heard that poor people like themselves could participate in the salt price negotiation, they immediately looked at Chen Hua in disbelief.
Because everyone knows what this means.
In other words, after gaining pricing power, although they still have to be restrained by the court and businessmen and cannot raise the price of salt unscrupulously, they have a channel to speak out. Compared with the previous oppression by the court and the salt tyrants, their situation is unknown. How much better.
Moreover, in Xu He's vision, because people who participated in negotiating the salt price had to be elected every three years, the kitchen workers would form their own organization similar to later [trade unions] under the new Baojia system.
This organization is a voluntary organization specifically designed to protect the rights and interests of Zao Ding. The Zao Dings are elected every three years and are supervised by the imperial salt patrol censor. In order to prevent the salt patrol censor from colluding with the emerging wealthy households among the Zao Ding, the salt patrol censor The history should be drawn from elsewhere, and local censors are not allowed to be used.
It can be said that to a certain extent, Xu He's method prevented the birth of a new salt tyrant in Zao Ding.
After Fan Zong finished speaking, the tense atmosphere just now disappeared immediately.
Everyone knows that if the new salt law can be implemented, the days when their ancestors have been exploited for generations will be gone forever.
Including Wang Zhuer, especially the young people, looked at Chen Hua with much gentler eyes.
Lao Zheng bowed his head to the ground and choked with sobs: "Master Chen is really the father-in-law given to us by God!"
Chen Hua said ashamedly: "These are not my idea, but Mr. Xu's method. You thank me, it really makes me ashamed!"
"What?"
"It's him?"
"How can he come up with such a good idea at such a young age?"
Everyone looked at Xu He in disbelief.
Xu He smiled and said to Chen Hua: "Master Chen, this memorial was the result of discussion between the two of us. Xu He dare not do it on his own."
Then, he turned to everyone and said: "If you are willing to believe me and Mr. Chen during the day, then I will tell you a few words from the bottom of my heart!"
Everyone in the room became quiet when they heard this.
Xu He said in a deep voice: "Master Chen is the magistrate of Hailing County. He didn't have to care about it and couldn't interfere with the salt farm, but he still came here resolutely. May I ask everyone, why is this?"
Everyone was silent.
Xu He said: "Because Mr. Chen is a good official, he can't bear that everyone has been wronged and has to be suppressed by the soldiers. When the time comes, everyone will be in ruins. Mr. Chen, as the guardian of one party appointed by the imperial court, feels guilty!"
After hearing this, everyone's eyes suddenly softened when looking at Chen Hua. They asked themselves, it is indeed true. The salt field is under the jurisdiction of the Salt Division and has no subordinate relationship with the local government. Chen Hua can obviously sit high in the lobby of Hailing County. Regardless of everyone's life or death.
Then he must be thinking about everyone when he comes here and takes risks!
Chen Hua was wrapped in everyone's gentle gazes, and suddenly felt that his image became more majestic, and he couldn't help but puff up his chest!
Xu He continued: "Also, I have something to say. Mr. Chen is only a seventh-grade county magistrate, and he is just a small official in the court..."
Chen Hua, who thought he was great just now, immediately shrank his neck when he heard this: "What the hell!"
"Whether the imperial court accepts the memorial he submitted depends on the outcome of discussions between His Majesty the Emperor and the ministers of the imperial court. Moreover, even if it is adopted, it cannot be done overnight. I hope everyone can understand!"
In fact, the kitchen servants are not fools. Of course they know that the method of opening the middle school that has been used by the imperial court for more than a hundred years could be changed immediately because of the memorial of a seventh-grade county magistrate?
But everyone is still willing to believe Chen Hua. Why?
Because the kitchen workers are suffering so much, they hope that one day someone can help them to talk to them. Even if it is useless, it is still hope. It is better than generations of ancestors living in despair, right?
"Master Chen, Mr. Xu, we understand. Don't worry. What we want is the attitude of the court. We are also human beings, not animals. We cannot be forced to live on this salt field for the rest of our lives. You must give us some hope, right?" "Old Zheng nodded and said on behalf of everyone, "Even if it is really useless by then, none of us will blame you two!"
Xu He nodded: "There is also a third point. Aren't you going to send someone to follow Mr. Chen's servants to deliver the memorial to the inn? Have you selected the person? We will set off overnight and deliver it to Beijing a day early. Maybe everyone's Safety would have been guaranteed one day earlier.”
Old Zheng turned his head to look, nodded at Ding Er and said, "Second Xiao, if you act calmly and properly, you can follow Mr. Chen's entourage to the inn!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Hua took out the county magistrate's guard from his arms and covered it with the memorial. Then he called his servant and asked him to take the memorial and set off immediately with Ding Erxiao.
Ding Er said: "Master, don't worry, I want to leave, no matter how many soldiers surround me, they can't stop me!"
After saying that, he took Chen Hua's servant and left.
After they left, Xu He turned to Wang Zhu'er and said, "Brother Zhu'er, are you worried about Mr. Chen going to look for those officers and soldiers from the imperial court?"
Wang Zhuer snorted and turned away from Xu He. The meaning couldn't be more obvious.
Xu He didn't care about his attitude. He was joking. At this time, all the tea drinkers present may believe that Chen Hua would not harm them, but after all, they did not want to give up the only bargaining chip in their hands. With Chen Hua as the county magistrate, he When it comes to tea, the officers and soldiers will more or less use rat weapons.
But here’s the problem, if Chen Hua doesn’t go, who will?
As a court official, Chen Hua's speech would naturally be taken seriously. It would be useless if the cooks in their teahouse were gone. Maybe the court officers and soldiers would detain them as bandits.
Xu He smiled, nodded his nose and said, "If you believe me, why don't I go there on behalf of Mr. Chen?"
"you?"
"Is it useful for you to go?"
"Don't be treated as a bandit and killed for this young man who doesn't even have a full head of hair!"
Chen Hua was also anxious: "Mr. Xu, I don't know who is leading the troops this time. If there is any misunderstanding, I..."
Xu He smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, Mr. Chen, just write a letter and stamp it with the magistrate and county customs defense and give it to me!"
Chen Hua was still worried and said: "Don't be brave..."
Xu He smiled and turned to Old Zheng and said, "One of the people I brought is my clan brother. Can I let him accompany me?"
Lao Zheng nodded and signaled Wang Zhuer to pick up someone. After a while, Xu Peng came over behind Wang Zhuer.
At this moment, a cook ran in panting and said in shock: "Oh no, the officers and soldiers suddenly raised fire, and now they have come to the outside and surrounded us!"
Wang Zhuer was so anxious that he picked up the hatchet in his hand and shouted: "It's too late, brothers, fight with them and fight a bloody path for the old, weak, women and children!"
