"Old Wu, you're here!" Just as he was watching, Zhou Dongtian came in from outside. The training clothes he wore were covered with ink stains. In fact, he worked as a fire officer before traveling through time, and later became a judicial worker. However, because he was very familiar with printing matters, he became the head of the printing office. [No pop-up novel website] He also paid for most of the equipment in the house.
"What, a newspaper has been published?" Wu De pointed to the clear copy.
"Yes, the executive committee has approved Ding Ding's suggestion to run a newspaper, but it is just an irregular tabloid. Fifty copies of the first issue will be printed."
"I think the positioning of this newspaper is wrong. Who are you going to show it to?"
"Do you think we can live without knowing Marx?"
"Since it is for local people to read, how can we use simplified Chinese characters? Moreover, has the executive committee considered the issue of literacy rate?" Wu De thought this was a joke, so he said that among the 138 prisoners under his management, except for one Zhang Xingjiao, he could read and write. , only two or three small landowners can still read a few words, and the illiteracy rate is as high as over 95%. In such a social environment, printing newspapers is not redundant.
"We are about to start literacy for your labor team," Zhou Dongtian pointed to the computer over there. "The cultural and educational team has already produced the first draft of the literacy textbook. We are also preparing to make lithographs and make some literacy cards."
"I can really imagine it."
"It's all Ding Ding's idea," Zhou Dongtian chuckled, "This reporter is really thoughtful and very ambitious. In addition to running a newspaper, he also wants to publish teaching materials."
"It's good if you have ideas. By the way, this is the manuscript. Please print it out for me as soon as possible."
"I'll get this thing from the printer and give you some wax paper. Just wait a moment." After saying that, he turned on the computer. Wu De's manuscript was written on the computer and was directly transferred to the OA using the wireless network. , even the effort of typing on the computer is saved.
"Now that there is a computer network, why should we print documents? Documentaryism!" Wu De lamented.
"Probably to save the text in the future. The computer will break down one day." Zhou Dongtian adjusted the machine and clamped the wax paper. "In another ten years, I guess these things will have to be written by hand. I still I brought an old-fashioned Chinese typewriter, and when the machine broke down, I relied on it to print wax paper.”
After mimeographing the materials and leaving a copy for the intelligence data team to archive as usual, he went directly to talk to several key leaders of the executive committee.
"Are you saying that the prisoner is not at ease?" Wen Desi asked.
"Yes, and I'm afraid some people will always feel uneasy." Wu De pointed to his own status report, "According to the latest report, those small landowners, rich farmers and middle peasants who have their own homesteads cannot go back to work because the farming season is about to be busy. I have to work hard and worry about my family, so I always feel impetuous.”
"There shouldn't be many of them."
"That's right, but ordinary tenant farmers have similar problems. If they don't collect food, they can't pay the rent, and the lives of themselves and their families are not guaranteed."
"Uh-huh."
"I really feel that everyone can live there, only those poor households or long-term workers who don't have the burden of family work."
"So, not many people are willing to join us." Wen Desi was a little discouraged.
"Yes, in fact we are attractive to the poor, especially after we introduced the 'employee' treatment. At least for the people who used to do the work, working for us is much better than working for the rich. But for those who have a little family This may not be the case for tenants and poor farmers in housing estates - they care more about 'living a stable life' - in fact, these are the people who have concerns about 'how long the red flag can be flown'."
"Until we achieve greater victory or legal status, I'm afraid this concern cannot be eliminated." Xiao Zishan also looked disappointed.
"Even if you have concerns, you still have to implement it." Wen Desi thought about it, "Do you still remember the planned policy, the 'light effect'. As long as everyone sees that working for us can lead to a better life, they will naturally lean toward us. Okay—people should look more closely at what’s in front of them.”
"I agree with this. As long as we can provide tangible benefits, the people will never forget it."
"Also, those eight civilian prisoners are still being held in the prison camp and have not been incorporated into the labor force. What does the Executive Committee plan to do with them?"
"We are preparing to use them as a breakthrough to establish a certain relationship with the Li-Dong traffic in the south." Xiao Zishan explained, "Mu Min is doing this work. The results will be available in the next few days."
The implication is that this matter is not your concern, Wu De nodded. While he was talking, Wen Desi's PHS phone rang. Someone said something on the phone. Wen Desi said: "Let them wait first and treat them well. We will come right away." To Wu De Said: "Some locals came to visit us."
"Oh?" Wu De became interested.
"It's about the prisoners. You should go with us. By the way, bring Xiong Buyou with you. Who else is there? Call the local translators."
"Okay, I'll do it right away."
Since the two counterattacks in the county failed miserably, the situation in Lingao County has become tense again. I heard from Xiang Yong who had returned from escaping that the pirates were very powerful with firearms and would kill every one of them. Even the regiment of the famous Huangjiazhai in this county was defeated. Even Huang Shoutong himself was seriously injured and was carried directly back to the Huang family. Went to the village. People in the city were panicked. Some of the gentry were already transferring their property and people to relatives in remote areas or their own villages. Others reported that there was something going on at home or were feeling unwell, so they resigned and went home. Even the refugees hiding in the city wanted to go out - I heard that these short-haired pirates were coming to take revenge on the city.
After struggling for a few days, the officials and gentry calmed down after seeing that the bandits had no intention of attacking the city. Because the loss was too great, there was a lot of noise inside. What was thought to be a flawless attack failed disgracefully, making Liu Jinshi's so-called strategy of conquering thieves proven useless. Some people were gossiping that Liu Jinshi was a talented scholar who had gone to the imperial court and his hometown by mistake, which made Liu Dalin, who was already in poor health, so angry that he ended up like this after a month of hard work. He was also in poor health, so he resigned and went home to recuperate.
Magistrate Wu was angry but couldn't stop him. He only sulked and worried in the flower hall every day. It has been nearly a month since the pirates landed on the mainland, and they still have no intention of retreating. The gentry have also lost trust in themselves, and the people in the city have lost their hearts. If the thieves come to attack the city, I am afraid that the archer warriors will be in trouble. They will disperse immediately. As for the Fucheng side, in addition to a letter asking him to "guard the city" and other nonsense, he was reminded that the imperial court's autumn grain collection was about to start, and he was asked to fully supervise this matter.
"Collect food, collect food, it's a mess now, why collect food!" Wu Mingjin was filled with anger. After much deliberation, I had no choice but to ask the teacher.
Master Wang's name is Zhaomin, a Cantonese. He has worked in various states and counties in the province for many years and is very familiar with local practices.
Master Wang pondered for a long time and said in a low voice: "Dong Weng, we are unable to drive away the thieves, we can only pay."
"Bank payment?" Magistrate Wu was startled and almost jumped up and yelled that it was ridiculous. But after all, he had been immersed in local official circles for many years, and he immediately calmed down.
"Will it work?"
Master Wang stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This can be considered a stopgap measure. The most important thing at present is the autumn grain! I just want to collect this season's autumn grain, and naturally the world will be peaceful. Are you pirates? The provinces of Fujian and Guangdong Everyone is making trouble, is it only here that we can’t make trouble?”
"Yes, yes, the old gentleman is right." Magistrate Wu felt suddenly enlightened. Suddenly he frowned, "It's just that I'm afraid this matter cannot be hidden from Shang Xian and the factory guards-" As he said He glanced around subconsciously.
"Don't worry too much, Mr. Dong. In officialdom, one more thing is worse than one less thing. As long as the autumn grain is put into the warehouse and the county town is not lost, why does Mr. Futai care about this? The same goes for others." Master Wang said in a low voice, "With Kun the thief If we want to seize this county, we have already taken it, so why bother to build a camp and live in Bairentan? They neither rob nor kill people in this county, and they are quite benevolent and righteous. We can just buy peace and deal with them later. "
"It makes sense." Wu Mingjin nodded repeatedly, "But this matter is no trivial matter after all-"
"Don't worry, Mr. Dong," Master Wang said with a confident look on his face, "I'm afraid it's not us who are eager to get money from the thieves, but the gentry." As he spoke, he lowered his voice and said a lot more.
Sure enough, the gentlemen were worried about their harvest, and some wanted to contact the pirates because someone in their village was missing during the "bandit suppression". Master Wang here gave a little hint, and everyone went on their own. Prepare to do these things.
After discussion, the gentry sent a representative named Zhang Xingfu, a run-down landowner in the county. Because his father was a gambler, his family was completely ruined, and he was left with only a hundred acres of sloping land, so he could only rely on the weather to make ends meet. Because his wife's natal family is somewhat related to Liu Xiang's family, she can talk to all kinds of people who are active around here. She is often entrusted by others to deal with pirates, negotiate deals, negotiate votes and other matters. He came forward. Although all parties do not fully trust him, they still have to talk to him in the middle when problems arise. He himself also used this status to make some extra money and get some remuneration.
The people who came with him were either a steward of a certain family or a distant cousin of that family. The gentry were afraid that they would be detained by the pirates for blackmail, so they sent some unimportant people. They all brought gifts, carried pigs, sheep and gifts, and went to see him with a post. In the post, he was humbly called "waiter" in accordance with the social habits of the scholar-official class at that time.
Less than half an hour after leaving the county town, I saw earth forts and towers in the distance, and I knew the pirates' camp had arrived. These pirates have been on the mainland for more than a month, and everyone has only heard of their names, not even their voices. Many people knew that they had defeated the strongest team coach in the county in a matter of seconds, including Huang Shoutong. However, it was somewhat reassuring to hear that the pirates were well disciplined.
