Chapter 254 Changes (Part 1)
April 23, 7th year of Jiyuan
When the imperial capital was first built, it was completely planned, including three parts: outer city, official city and inner city.
The outer city is understandable, it is the place where the people live, the official city is the location of the central government's organization, and the inner city is the location of the emperor's inner palace.
When the first construction was built, it was marked with a grid and looked from a high altitude, like a neat chess game, and each yard was like a neat vegetable field.
The capitals of the three dynasties were established here, and they were continuously built and expanded, making them even more magnificent.
Dafan Dingding here, and even built green belts, repaired streets, and divided the city into yards with streets. Each yard had about 10,000 to 3,000 people. There was a neighborhood order to assist in management, from the ninth rank official.
Each shop is actually facing the streets, and shops from various industries are set up on the streets. Now, the night ban has been abolished and various businesses are open all night.
The biggest improvement is that all streets and floors have drainage ditches and sewers, and sewage is not found on the ground. In addition, this is a continuation of the dynasty era, so human rights are not as good as orders, so the whole city is very clean.
In April, spring comes, the streets are full of traffic and pedestrians are like crucian carp.
The imperial capital of the three dynasties has six hundred years of history, countless natural cultural relics and antiques, and has accumulated historical relics.
Linzefang, there is a river spreading away inside, and the long dike is planted with willow trees. Now it is time to admire the spring willows.
Among the yards, some famous places are located in Dongyinglou, Wanbai Pavilion, Chunxun Hall, and Leye Temple. They are all places where famous people remember them... and some literati are so attracted to stay here.
Sun Baoya walked on the street, slowly paced, and followed the bustling crowds of people, and looked down. There were small boats passing by the river below.
Sun Baoya was born into a family of scholars and officials, and was a prominent local family. Her grandfather became a county magistrate and her father passed the imperial examination. In Xinghua Prefecture, she was also a famous child prodigy and talented man. She won the battles in the child examination, the provincial examination, and the provincial examination. Unfortunately, because of the fact that thousands of people wrote to the letter, her fame was cut off and she lost her reputation and lost it to the end.
Looking down sadly, a wry smile appeared on his innocent face. I remembered that he was loyal and vigorously guiding the country five years ago, and it felt like he was a different world.
However, he is actually doing well now. Yang Hongling himself opened up another channel and ran a newspaper, named it Beijing Daily, so he asked him to be the editor-in-chief, including 10% of the shares, which can be distributed dividends every year.
In terms of salary, 500 silver dollars a month is 6,000 yuan a year, and 8,000 silver dollars a year will be paid in dividends. With some moist pens, the annual income is 20,000 silver dollars. Even in the imperial capital, it is a relatively wealthy family.
"Mr. Sun Baoya?" someone suddenly said.
Looking back, it was Xiang Luoyan, a shareholder of our newspaper. This man was 30 years old, wearing a green robe and rarely met. Sun Baoya smiled and said, "It turns out that he is Boss Xiang. I'm lucky. How come I have time to come out today?"
Xiang Luoyan smiled and said, "Don't call me boss, I'm a friend too. This time I accompanied my boss to do business. I didn't expect to see the gentleman - Mr. Daming. My boss knows it too. Please come over and talk about it!"
After five years, Sun Baoya has gotten married and had children, and she has less arrogance in her heart. She nodded and went there. She went downstairs and saw a young man.
This young man was wearing silk and a silver crown of Dongzhu. He looked like he had a title. But his age was really hard to estimate. Just looking at his skin and appearance, he could say he was seventeen or eighteen years old, but he was over thirty years old when he saw this demeanor.
When the young man saw this, he smiled and said, "It's Mr. Sun. My surname is Fang and Ming Xin. Mr. presided over the Beijing Daily. He has sharp writing and fair position. He has really admired Daming for a long time!"
Sun Baoya was not surprised. He was originally a Jinshi material, so he was more than enough to host this newspaper. Over the years, he has published articles, guided the country, and criticized the current problems. Although he was supervised by the government and could not be too out of line, he also became famous. It was not surprising that this person knew it. He bowed a little and said, "I dare not, it's just a little false reputation."
Fang Xin’s clarity is indeed true, but no one in the world knows it, so Fang Xin took him upstairs and went to a private room, sat down, and then said calmly: “Sir, I am not a false flattery. When you were a juren, you made a thousand reforms, which really moved Beijing. Although there were some violations and some derogations, you have presided over the past five years, and your writing style has been concise and sharp, and you have issued tens of thousands of copies every day, which is extremely popular. It is really amazing!”
Xiang Luoyan also smiled and said, "Yes, I have 30% of the stocks, but I still earn 25,000 silver dollars every year. You know, I only invested 3,000 silver dollars back then. I really made a profit, all thanks to the teacher!"
After hearing this, Sun Baoya smiled faintly and said a little lonely: "You two are so praiseful. I was so arrogant back then, and I was stripped of my fame and fame. I was also lenient and unresponsible for the court. I was allowed to settle down in this imperial capital. I have been studying for twenty years and writing these articles, which is a bit rewarding..."
As he said and sighed.
Xiang Luoyan sighed when he saw Sun Baoya, and he smiled and did not continue the topic. He ordered the dishes. After a while, he served the dishes and then raised his glass to greet each other.
It's noon, the spring light shines, people come and go, and it's very lively
"Zhang Gehai, the grandson of Jidubo's distant house, gave a discount of 1.2 million silver dollars for the factory production. He successfully applied for the title of 1.2 million yuan. He received the title on the 22nd day, and no one was present in Jidubo's mansion!"
"I'm a good man, I'm a good man, Sandber's family, and the sects compete for their fortunes and fight."
"There is no name, the Zhenyang public family is stingy in distribution of its property. The son only had 80,000 yuan in silver. He also needed his mother and uncle's family to subsidize it with private money to be awarded the title of sir, claiming that he would never go out to Hui."
Listening to the hawking of the news newspapers downstairs, Sun Baoya couldn't help but shake her head: "The world is getting worse and worse, and all the faces and majesty of these nobles have been wiped out."
Fang Xin thought about it, so he called up the bill, took it over, and said, "Brothers, settle the accounts clearly. No matter the children of the family or the common people in the market, they can be left out! Why should you be sad about this sir?"
"I am just sighing that since the Emperor's order to withdraw his grace, the situation has changed drastically within a few years, making people dizzy." A few glasses of good wine were eaten, and eating vegetables, and receiving the spring in April made people feel a little uncomfortable. Sun Baoya smiled and said, "He is a literati, and immediately became excited."
"Oh, please give me some advice and listen." Fang Xin smiled.
"Look at this, Zhang Gehai, the grandson of Jidubo's distant house, paid 1.2 million silver dollars for the factory production, successfully applied for the title of the title, and received the title on the 22nd day, and no one from the Jidubo's mansion was present - that's it. The most cruel thing about the order of retreating grace is that as long as the ancestors had a title, they could be awarded the title, and the government could not even distinguish between true and false, so that the people who had possessed property in the people would be given a title, and they would be awarded the title by the title. They were all counts, viscounts, barons, and sergeants as many as cattle and sheep."
"The reason why noble titles are expensive is that they are the seventh rank of the sir, the sixth rank of the baron, the fifth rank of the viscount, the fourth rank of the Count, the third rank of the marquis, the second rank of the duke, the second rank of the prince, and the first rank of the prince. They do not worship the officials when they see the officials and do not be questioned by the government. Now there are more noble titles, and this honor is thinner. Originally, there are at least three thousand now. If this continues... Hehe!" After all, he suffered a loss before, but when he said this, Sun Baoya smiled and said nothing more, and drank a glass of wine in one gulp.
Fang Xin was secretly proud of his heart. This was the effect he wanted. But when he saw him drinking violently, he frowned slightly. After he took off his fame, he was often happy to be drunk. If he continued for a long time, he was afraid that his life would not last long. This was not Fang Xin's original intention...
"Also, look, the Sandber family, the men are fighting for their fortunes."
"And the Zhenyang government's family was stingy in distribution of its property. The son only had 80,000 yuan in silver. He also needed his mother and uncle's family to subsidize it with private money to be awarded the title of sir, claiming that he would never go out to Hui."
"What do these mean? If you divide the family and analyze the property, the owner will be weak. If you don't distinguish them, then how can you not blame the children and grandchildren? If this continues for a long time, it will still be...hehe!"
Xiang Luoyan looked at Fang Xin secretly and said, "After all, it's a family, and they always support each other!"
"Hehe, I have been the editor-in-chief for five years. I have seen a lot of interviews and investigations. I have realized one thing. This matter between government and industry is completely uncommon!"
"Oh, I heard of the good news." Fang Xin poured a glass of wine and asked.
"For the affairs of the government, forming clans and private affairs, and taking care of each other in the tribe and the villages is a mutual benefit, but this business is all about the matter of being a chicken. If you poach the wealth of the official family, how can you really cooperate if you compete with each other? In the long run, they are all opponents!" Sun Baoya said with some emotion: "In the past few years, relying on its original majesty, the phenomenon of dispersion in this tribe is not serious, but it has also emerged one after another. If you wait ten years, twenty years later, these people can really be one with one mind? The court and the emperor really calculate it well!"
Speaking of this, Sun Baoya was a little surprised. Why did he meet again when he first saw this person? With this thought, he kept silent and was excited. He just sang and sang softly:
"The bell rings, the drum is karaoke. The white dove is singing, and the blow dances. Who is the white dove with its neighbor? The frost and snowy collar is precious. It can be evenly fed with seven sons. If you don't choke, your nature will be tame.
The first agricultural affairs, the sun is sung. The emperor carved a jade stick and gave it to the elders. The white egret is not pure, and the color and heart are not kind. The five virtues are missing, and there is no power in the morning. Hu is pecking at the purple scales under my reed.
Eagle, eagle, eagle, greedy and like to kill. Although the phoenix is ​​a great saint, he does not want to be a minister."
This poem is also the poem by Li Bai who was pirated by Fang Xin back then. At this time, I saw this person sing it softly, murmuring softly, unable to speak freely, and the true style of writing is overflowing, and the frustration of the body is unrestrained.
In his eyes, a trace of white hair was faintly seen. Sun Baoya passed the imperial examination at the age of 24, and now she is only thirty-one, and her head is already dyed with white hair - why is she so miserable!
Fang Xin sighed secretly. At the time, he gave the order, he cut off his fame and fortune, making him unwilling to the world, and he had no hope of entering the official career again in his life. Although he would not regret it, after all, he had a charter and his thoughts back then were more radical, but if time went back, there would be no need to cut off his fame and fortune, and he would just take the exam again.
Fang Xin got up, holding a wine glass in his hand, and saw people coming and going, but asked, "Will there be any refugees coming to Beijing this year?"
"There are also some, but there are fewer industries. There are many new factories. These refugees cannot survive in the countryside and have a way to live in the city. Although their wages are small, they finally have some food to eat!"
Fang Xin nodded and smiled. This is the biggest joy. In fact, according to the theory of social advancement, rural reforms have no root cause, but only the symptoms are not the root cause.
Only when a large number of industrialized industries are born and absorbing the population of refugees is the kingly way.
Chapter completed!