Zhou Xing accelerated the execution of criminals.
In the past, there was one killing a day, but now, there are five killings a day. This gave many criminals a chance to avoid the strong sunlight at noon and get a precious opportunity to be ghosts.
Really, what these prisoners hope most right now is not to be executed at three quarters of noon...
Although in Yun Chu's view, there were many, many people in the prison who deserved death, he still stopped Zhou Xing's massacre on the third day.
Zhou Xing, who was neither in jail nor in the position of prisoner and beheading officer, did not look like an evil spirit at all. On the contrary, his many years of official career had long since cultivated him into an honest and refined gentleman.
Yun Chu pushed the tea cup in front of Zhou Xing and said, "There are endless kills."
Zhou Xingdao: "Kill one and save the other. Also, don't use the excuse of being good for me to dissuade me. That will make me look down on you."
Yun Chu nodded and said, "Indeed, you have no way out."
Zhou Xing stood up, relaxed his chest, and said with a smile: "Thinking about how arrogant, domineering and cruel these people were in the past, and then watching them excrement, urine, saliva, and kowtow on the execution platform, my blood boils.
I’m so happy that I can’t help myself.”
Yun Chu knocked on the table and said, "This is your good time."
Zhou Xing smiled and said: "Even if I die tomorrow, I have no regrets. Speaking of which, can't you give me another five days? You should also know that His Majesty also wants these people to die."
Yun Chu sighed and said: "A genius-like young man died. I think this is a warning from God to the Tang Dynasty for excessive killing."
Zhou Xing frowned and said, "Is this the Wang Bo who wrote, 'The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky.' Prince An?"
Yunchu sighed and nodded.
Zhou Xingdao: "If you die, you will die. There is nothing to be curious about."
Yun Chu said: "Currently, scholars in Chang'an claim that a prince was born only every hundred years and died at a young age. This is because God feels that the Tang Dynasty at this time is not worthy of such a talented person."
Zhou Xing was stunned for a moment and said: "To me, this person is a criminal. He joined the army in Guozhou and was good at killing official slaves. He should be punished. If he is pardoned and expelled, it is already his destiny. Even he
His father was also sent to Annan for crimes. Such a person became a rare talent in a century just because he wrote some good poems and composed good poems. Then, the official slave who was killed by him at will was
Do you really deserve to die?"
Yun Chu smiled and said: "Anyway, Chang'an will soon carry out vigorous activities to commemorate Wang Bo and Wang Zi'an, among which poetry and prose are the most important. I heard that it is not only the beauty who sleeps with the leader, but also Qian Guan.
Cheng Yi gave it to me as a gift."
Zhou Xing took a breath and said, "How grand is it?"
Yun Chu said: "The whole city participates."
"Wasting so much effort just to cover up the bloody atmosphere in Chang'an these days?"
"There is no way. The only thing that can cover up this overwhelming smell of blood is the fragrance of pen and ink."
"Who started it?"
"Ji Wang Shen and other members of the royal family."
"The prince has sent King Yong Xian away. It seems that he is preparing to reach out to the army?"
"No, I never care about military affairs."
"Then, who's going to care?"
"It's not me anyway!"
Zhou Xing was silent for a long time, nodded, and finally said to Yun Chu: "Don't let anything happen."
Looking at Zhou Xing's leaving figure, Yun Chu felt that the man in front of him had changed, at least he was different from the man recorded in the history books. In the history books, he was just a hyena that specialized in eating carrion.
It's different now. He is a man who has the world in mind and hates evil as much as he hates it.
Of course, his nature of torturing people and killing people has not changed much.
Lu Zhaolin and Yang Jiong came over to receive their errands very excitedly. Wang Bo fell into the water and died of fear. The most important thing is that not long ago, he also wrote the famous poem "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng".
In fact, such a person is no longer a human being, but a specific cultural symbol. Chang'an City must commemorate this bright cultural symbol and eliminate some of Chang'an's murderous atmosphere.
"People throw rice dumplings into the river in the hope that the fish in the river will not eat Qu Yuan's body. People eat rice dumplings to commemorate Dongfang Shuo, eat rice cakes to commemorate Wu Zixu, and eat dumplings to commemorate Zhang Zhongjing. The lower official thought that in commemoration of Wang Bo's
It’s time to eat noodles, which means longevity, what do you think of the county minister?”
Yun Chu frowned and said, "The noodle workshop in Chang'an pays the most?"
Lu Zhaolin said: "No, Zou's family also pays a lot of money for the meat-filled wontons. There are also sellers of yellow steamed buns and snacks who also want to make money. However, their food is not easy to promote, and it is not easy to promote their food.
Long-lasting, Li's noodles have strong promotion characteristics, and they are relatively easy to produce. Although they are labor-intensive, hiring more people and giving more people job opportunities is not what our government wants.
?"
Yun Chu looked at Lu Zhaolin and laughed and said, "You are from a wealthy family after all. Now, you talk about noodles, wontons, yellow steamed buns, and snacks all day long. Doesn't your grandfather have any objections?"
Lu Zhaolin smiled and said: "My ancestors are happy to see this success, but Zhuo Jing always dislikes me for being rustic and it's hard to go to bed at night."
Lu Zhaolin made fun of himself, which immediately made the officials who came to report official work burst into laughter. Yun Chu looked at Lu Zhaolin and was very emotional. In the past, this man was also one of the prodigies of the Tang Dynasty. In the past few years, his career as an official has been
He transformed from a noble young man into a qualified official who could truly stoop down and fight for the interests of the people.
Lu Zhaolin waited for everyone to stop laughing, and then continued to say to Yun Chu: "Your Majesty, noodles are really a good thing. As long as they are kept properly, they are the best food for travelers on the road. Think about it, merchants will walk all day long.
In the evening, boil a pot of water, add a bowl of noodles, grab some wild vegetables from the field and throw them in, dig out a piece of lard, some salt, and have a big bowl of hot vegetable and meat noodles to comfort your stomach.
Wind and dust.”
Yun Chu smiled and said: "Of course noodles are a good thing, but the problem is that you have bad intentions."
Yang Jiong immediately replied: "The reputation of the Four Great Talents is not good for the official career. If Wang Bo is promoted, we will be forgotten by everyone. We can just have a good official career and contribute to the people of the world."
Yun Chu turned his head and looked at Yang Jiong and said, "If Wen Rou wants to take you to Luoyang for your career, why don't you go?"
Yang Jiong said: "I don't like Luoyang."
Yun Chu laughed loudly and said: "I heard that you like the military and want to serve in the border area. Do you want me to tell the old Cao of the Anxi Protectorate that you go to serve as the Protector of Hanhai? That's a fifth-grade official.
Official position."
Yang Jiong said: "I like Chang'an in my humble position."
Yun Chu suddenly withdrew his smile and said to Yang Jiong: "Don't get involved in the affairs of the Sixteenth Guards of Chang'an. Not many people can withstand the rolling thunder there. If you are struck by the thunder, you will be shattered to pieces. Even I can't."
There is no way to put your flesh and blood back together again."
Lu Zhaolin smiled awkwardly on the side and said, "Your Majesty, you are just a noodle!"
Yun Chu said: "Humph, you'd better just say noodles."
Next, the directors of Chang'an's key factories reported to Yunchu one by one on the operations and development of the factories in the past three years. Among them, the most outstanding achievements were made by Chang'an No. 1 and No. 2 Textile Factory.
To be honest, Datang is still in a state of shortage of supplies. When these two factories really open up their sales channels, the products in their factories are in short supply. It seems that no matter how many textiles are produced, they are not enough for the market to digest.
According to his previous behavior, Yun Chu would definitely keep the two factory directors to have dinner together in the back hall. But this time, Yun Chu did not do it. For the first time, Yun Chu kept the iron factory boss to have dinner together.
When he was a street director in the past, Yunchu knew clearly that the director of a street, or a village or town where many heavy industries were settled in the jurisdiction was far more valued by the superiors than a street, village or town where there was only light industry.
Although the environment where heavy industry is located is generally poor, when it comes to awards or promotions, the directors of the streets, villages and towns where heavy industry is located obviously take advantage. Under normal circumstances, important awards and important promotions come from these
area.
The foundation of Chang'an Iron Works comes from the family of Changsun Wuji.
In Yun Chu's opinion, the smelted iron is not even as good as the furnace steel of later generations. The iron here is good for casting iron pots, but it is too deceptive to use it to make farm tools and weapons.
Yun Chu obtained the steel-making technology of the Western Regions from the craftsmen of the Western Regions. Unfortunately, after so many years, there are still no impressive results. Although many magic weapons and sharp blades appear from time to time, Yun Chu is still very good.
dissatisfaction.
The magic weapon can be used to fool officials and the emperor, but it cannot fool Yunchu.
A single magical weapon is of no use. What Yun Chu wants is to see a qualitative leap in Datang's steel-making skills.
Iron and steel are two completely different things. What Yunchu wants is steel, definitely not a pile of cast iron.
Some things make me angry just thinking about it. The process of stir-frying steel has long appeared in the Tang Dynasty. In the past, craftsmen used iron tools to stir the steel in the furnace, but now they still use iron tools to manually stir the steel in the furnace.
The importance of steel to the society of the Tang Dynasty is now very urgent. It is not that the army of the Tang Dynasty needs so much steel to make weapons, but that the people of the Tang Dynasty need more steel to make weapons in the environment of large-scale land reclamation.
farm tools.
In the county government cafeteria, Yun Chu put the braised carp head on the plate of Wei Wuyong, the manager of the iron factory, and said to Wei Wuyong: "We will find a way to increase the production of steel. Soon, we will use it."
to a lot of steel."
Wei Wuyong looked at the fish head on the dinner plate and whispered: "For military use?"
Yun Chu shook his head and said: "For agricultural purposes."
Wei Wuyong said in disbelief: "Agricultural steel?"
Yun Chu smiled and nodded and said: "There are two characters in your name, "Don't use". It should be taken from "Qianlong, don't use" in the Qian hexagram of "Zhouyi". From now on, you don't need to follow the two characters, "Don't use". Instead, you should follow Feilong in the sky.
The courage to come out and create more steel tells you that the world is about to undergo major changes, and even the magnanimity of Shenlong Zaiye is not enough to cope with the coming era of mass production."
Wei Wu looked around and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, if there is too much steel, it will no longer be valuable."
Yun Chu smiled and said: "Are iron farm tools comparable to steel farmers?"
Wei Wuyong said: "Beizhi's farm uses steel farm tools."
Yun Chu raised his hand and slapped Wei Wuyong on the head and said angrily: "You bitch, good things are only for your own use, right? You can just make up your mind and watch those farmers cutting wheat with iron sheets. How many times do you cut it?"
Just grind... and tolerate them using cast iron hoes to hoe the ground?"
Wei Wuyong whispered: "County Lord, they are all good at pulling wheat..."
Yun Chu also whispered: "If you meet my expectations, I will send you to the Ministry of Industry next year."
Wei Wuyong's face instantly turned red, he picked up the fish head and started eating, not even willing to let go of the fish bones.
For some reason Lu Xiu came over with his own plate, sat between Yunchu and Wei Wuyong, and began to attack the food on the table. He almost ate the whole fish body, and then took out his handkerchief to wipe it.
Wiping his mouth, he asked, "Is there anything that a lower official shouldn't know?"
Yun Chu said disgustedly: "You just eavesdropped, and you came over to ask, and I lost a fish."
Lu Xiu said: "It involves ironware, so I have to ask."
Yun Chu casually pointed to the clear sky outside the window and said: "Spring has begun, so just follow me and work hard."
Lu Xiu nodded and said: "You are not afraid of working in a lower official position. The problem is that you heard the county magistrate and Chief Wei say that you need to make more steel?"
Yun Chu nodded and said: "Yes, in the coming year, Chang'an will need a lot of steel, a very, very large amount of steel. We will also take this opportunity to leave a few more heirlooms for the farmers in Chang'an."
Lu Xiu said with a bitter face: "As long as the county magistrate doesn't want to leave a few more heirlooms to the soldiers of the Sixteenth Guards of Chang'an, I will definitely give my full support."
Yun Chu looked at the frightened Wei Wuyong and said, "Be brave. The drought has been going on for more than half a year. If we don't pay attention, no one will be willing to think about the people."
Wei Wu nodded through gritted teeth...
After Wei Wuyong left, Lu Xiu whispered: "For so many years, the imperial court has been suppressing the use of steel among the people. I thought that the county magistrate knew about this."
Yun Chu smiled calmly and said: "Folk smelting of iron and steel, let's start with me."
When Lu Xiu heard this, he couldn't help but bow his head.
I admire Yunchu for his courage and integrity in serving the world.
What he didn't know was that in Yun Chu's eyes, the imperial court had long been a smelly mountain of shit, a towering mountain of shit piled high into the clouds by a series of successful or failed policies.
For a long time, no one in the imperial court was willing to use pure steel tools to dig out this mountain of shit, because as long as the tools were moved, the mountain of shit would emit a stench that could penetrate into human bone marrow. Therefore, all the court could do was to continue digging.
Use new policies to cover up this mountain of shit. Unfortunately, policies that treat the symptoms but not the root cause will inevitably end up joining the same trend and becoming as smelly as the mountain of shit.
Now, Yun Chu wants to dig a shovel into the shit mountain, and at least let farmers use steel farm tools that are harder, sharper and less labor-intensive.
This ended the perverted policy that the government would rather suppress steel production than provide farmers with more useful farm tools.
I don’t know what they are afraid of?
Could it be said that farmers holding steel hoes and shovels can chop off their heads?
What a weird thing.
This chapter has been completed!