So-called propaganda work.
In fact, there is nothing else.
That is to spread the [Riyue Bao] and [Ta Kung Pao] to the southern provinces.
The timeliness of this kind of newspaper is quite good in this era.
It can attract some readers to watch.
Moreover, now that the Qing court is busy fighting wars with the Ming Dynasty, its local control is slightly less strict.
So much so that when a different breeze blows into the society that has been imprisoned for more than a hundred years, it can cause some waves.
But that's all.
If you want to rely on a few newspapers, a few Jinyiwei fans, and the heads of the Tiandihui in various provinces, you can mobilize the masses.
That's really overthinking.
But even so, the effect is still good.
Especially after the Ming army entered Nan'an Prefecture and the Qing army retreated to Ganzhou to avoid the war.
There were many more scholars from various provinces who went south to Guangdong.
The imperial examinations of the Qing Dynasty were also not easy to pass.
If Fan Jin had won the exam, he wouldn't have gone crazy with joy.
Confucianism emphasizes self-cultivation, governing the country and bringing peace to the world.
How you cultivate yourself is up to you.
But we must govern the country and bring peace to the world.
First you have to be an official.
Being an official is the obsession of Confucian students.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many talented people who have failed in their trials and rebelled - if I can't be your official, I'll just open my own official shop.
Now the Ming Dynasty has two provinces: Guangdong and Lanfang, as well as strong troops, plus a certain amount of propaganda work.
Naturally, more and more down-and-out scholars came to Guangdong to try their luck.
Fujian.
Houguan County, Fuzhou Prefecture.
Lin's old house.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The close contact between the ruler and the buttocks made a crisp sound.
Seventeen-year-old Lin Minghe lay on a chair and gritted his teeth, enduring the pain without saying a word.
"Do you know you're wrong?"
A voice sounded from behind.
"I am right!"
Lin Minghe said loudly, holding his neck.
"you"
"Look, I won't beat you to death!!"
Lin Tianhan's beard, holding a ruler in hand, was about to burst with rage.
Pointing to the [Sun and Moon Newspaper] on the ground with slightly trembling fingers.
"What is this, what is this? This is a counter-propaganda! A counter-report! How dare you read this? More than a dozen members of my Lin family will be killed by you, this treacherous son!!"
"You, you, you, see if I don't beat you to death!"
The ruler in his hand was raised.
"If you want to beat me, beat me to death! He'er has just recovered from a serious illness, why are you so cruel!"
At this moment, a woman pushed the door open and a little tiger-like head poked out of the door to look inside.
"You, just protect me, a loving mother is like a loser!"
Lin Tianhan held up the ruler and said angrily.
"My life was saved by the Ming Dynasty. What happened to the things in Guangdong? And I think this newspaper said it very well. The Tatars drove the people to consume the Ming army's food reserves, and the Ming army postponed the attack for the people and tried their best to rescue them. It is clear at a glance who is the king of the Han family and who is the cruel Tartar."
"You rebelled! Rebellied!"
Lin Tianhan was shaking with anger.
My eldest son got dysentery some time ago.
I had repeated fevers, diarrhea, and my whole body felt confused.
Very few people can recover from this disease.
I thought it was gone.
As a result, I bought a bottle of garlic medicine from a maritime merchant in Pingtan - smuggling out to sea has become a common practice in Fujian.
After all, Fujian has many mountains, narrow land and many people.
There is also a tradition of going to sea.
The Qing court's sea ban was unstoppable.
This garlic medicine is really a miracle medicine.
One bottle of garlic medicine should be taken three times.
After two or three days, he basically recovered.
So it makes sense for Lin Minghe to say that his life was saved by King Ming - garlic medicine was invented by King Ming, and this story was spread not only in Guangdong, but also in nearby Fujian.
Moreover, many Fujian businessmen secretly sneaked into Guangdong just to buy this garlic medicine.
Because Fujian was still under the rule of the Qing court.
Not doing business with each other.
Therefore, smuggling garlic medicine from Guangdong into Fujian can be more than ten times more profitable!
Such a huge profit.
Of course, many people took desperate risks.
And it comes in with the garlic medicine.
It’s “counter-reporting” like [Riyuebao] and [Ta Kung Pao].
This retaliation has little impact on the common people.
After all, this is where the illiteracy rate is now.
It has little impact on Lin Tianhan, a middle-aged man who has a family and a family, and who dares to see this.
But for a scholar like Lin Minghe, who is sixteen or seventeen years old, the impact is too great.
The latest news in Guangdong and the remarks of King Ming described in [Sunday News] and [Ta Kung Pao] are so fresh and eye-catching.
There are also those new things that come from Guangdong from time to time, which can make people yearn for them.
Lin Tianhan himself failed despite repeated attempts.
But he is still a junior student.
You can receive one cent of rice.
The family has several acres of farmland, and he has set up a private school to teach students.
Of course.
Lin Tianhan himself did not give up the imperial examination career.
I dream of one day being able to succeed in high school and reach the sky in one step.
However, when his eldest son reached 16 or 17 years old, he opposed him in everything (actually, he came a little late in his rebellious phase).
This traitor.
Really pissed me off.
When Lin Tianhan saw his wife protecting his eldest son, he couldn't fight anymore.
They had no choice but to confiscate the Sun and Moon newspapers and Ta Kung Pao in Lin Minghe's room.
Return to the study.
Lin Tianhan originally wanted to destroy these "counter-reports" directly.
But I was attracted by the title of [Sun and Monthly News].
[Concerned about the people, King Ming visited the Ganzhou refugee camp]
". Ten Thousand Han Army. Anyway, our army occupied Nan'an Prefecture, and the military peak was directed towards Ganzhou. When threatening Yuzhang, the Tatar court was in panic all day long, and actually drove the people of Ganzhou into Nan'an Prefecture, hoping to delay the attack with millions of Ganzhou people. Power!"
"My king made a prompt decision, and the officials and subordinates worked together to gather the refugees and make every effort to ensure that the refugees had food and clothing. At the same time, they recruited soldiers among the refugees, provided work for relief, and at the same time transferred some refugees to Nanxiong Prefecture."
". King Ming shed tears when he visited the refugees. He suffered from the suffering of the people and expressed his pain in public. He shouted in public: "All the people are my sons. No one will starve or freeze. The plan to attack Ganzhou is suspended, but we must do our best to protect it. The people have food and clothing. "."
unconsciously.
Lin Tianhan actually finished reading this vernacular article.
Drive millions of people into Nan'an Mansion.
This court is too outrageous.
These are our own people,
How can you drive people away?
And they still rushed to the territory of the Ming army.
This is too cruel.
Lin Tianhan thought.
Then he suddenly woke up.
"Counterattack, this is counterattack"
Throw the newspaper into the brazier.
Lin Tianhan took a deep breath, but he couldn't calm down anymore.
Did King Ming really visit the people in the refugee camp?
This is truly benevolent.
wrong.
This idea is a bit dangerous.
Meditate, meditate.
Three poles on the moon.
Lin Minghe's room in Lin's old house.
Lin Minghe was lying on the bed, his buttocks were burning, he couldn't sleep at all, and he didn't know where his mind was.
squeak.
The door was opened a crack.
"Brother."
The tiger-headed head poked in.
"Zexu, what are you doing here at this late hour?"
Lin Minghe wanted to turn over, but the pain made him grin and almost jump out of bed.
"Auntie asked me to bring you medicine."
Lin Zexu slipped in quietly.
Close the door.
He struggled to move a stool to the table, resting his belly on the stool and moving up.
Blow out the oil lamp on the table.
"Brother, why do you have to make dad angry?"
Lin Zexu asked curiously as he lay beside the bed.
It seems that I also forgot to deliver medicine to my brother.
Lin Minghe reached out and took the medicine hanging on Lin Zexu's waist. He bared his teeth and said, "It's not that I want to make him angry, it's that he doesn't understand the general situation."
"What is the general trend?"
"The general trend is that Hu has no luck for a hundred years. The Ming Dynasty will restore the Han Dynasty, expel the Tartars, and restore China."
"Who are the Tartars? What kind of China can be restored?"
"Why do you have so many questions? Go about your business."
"Brother, if you don't tell me, I'll ask dad."
"Hey, hey, come back. I said!"
Lin Minghe reached out and lifted Lin Zexu back.
He is eleven years older than his second brother.
They are the eldest brother and the youngest brother.
"This is to expel the Tartars, that's it."
Lin Minghe pulled the pillow and put it under his buttocks, sat up straight and spoke.
After a long time.
Lin Zexu's little head sank and he lay on the edge of the bed, drooling from the corner of his mouth.
Lin Minghe put his younger brother on the bed and covered him with a quilt.
Go to the window by yourself.
Staring at the bright moon in the sky.
"The sun and the moon... provide the light."
Lin Minghe clenched his fists.
"I'm going to vote for King Ming!"
This thought came to mind.
In fact.
A few days ago, I saw in the [Sun and Monthly News] that Guangzhou was going to hold an imperial examination and that all candidates from all over the country could participate as long as they registered.
He started to have this idea.
"Fujian is so close to Guangdong, I'm afraid it will soon belong to the Ming Dynasty."
Lin Minghe sat at the desk, wanting to write a farewell letter.
Grind the ink and write.
But he suddenly woke up.
"If I leave a letter, it will easily cause trouble for my family!"
Lin Minghe took a deep breath.
"When I make my mark in the Ming Dynasty, it won't be too late to return home in fine clothes."
I hurriedly packed my luggage, packed a few taels of silver that I had saved in daily life for travel expenses, and set off in the dark.
"Okay, the Twelve Brigades entered Chenzhou and Hengzhou, and they were easily captured without any bloody battles!"
At this time, Zhu Daohua still stayed in Nan'an Mansion.
Qianlong's strategy was effective.
It really blocked the Ming army's march north.
However, during this period of time, apart from settling the people who had been expelled from Ganzhou Prefecture, the Ming Dynasty had nothing else to do.
There are not many defenders in Chenzhou and Hengzhou.
A brigade with thousands of infantry can be easily captured.
"It just occupies the city. The place is still controlled by the gentry and landlords. It doesn't mean that there are two mansions."
Song Xiang, who was following Zhu Daohua, said.
It is indeed easy for the emperor's ministers to get official positions.
Song Xiang is no longer a secretary.
And he is about to become the ambassador of Hunan.
Wait until Hunan province is completely captured.
There is a high probability that he is the governor of Hunan.
It’s really a step to the top.
Although Song Xiang is a Hakka from Jiaying Prefecture, he studied at Yuexiu Academy when he was young and also traveled to Hunan.
Interacted with some local celebrities in Hunan.
"Hunan is different from Guangdong. The gentry in Hunan has extremely powerful power and is the base of Xianghu Neo-Confucianism. Therefore, to stabilize Hunan, we still need the support of the local gentry."
The Xianghu Neo-Confucian School was quite famous in history.
A time of change in later generations.
Talents from Hunan are among them.
It's quite capable of getting things done.
besides.
I also particularly like to join the Solidarity Party.
It is very powerful and difficult to deal with.
Moreover, it was impossible for Zhu Daohua to push these Hunan elites to the Qing court.
Isn't this causing trouble for yourself?
What if another saint shaves his head?
That is enough for King Zhu Ming to drink a pot.
(End of chapter)
