"We scholars have passed on our family through farming and reading. Now I just rely on my own hands and knowledge to earn my life needs. How can I be considered a betrayal?"

After staying around the Hammer Bandit for a long time, Yang He finally learned some reasoning.

"Do you think that after being captured, you must die to serve the country. Why didn't you die if you have no betrayal?"

Zhang Fuzhen never thought that Yang He, who always regarded peace as the most important thing, had probably been cautious in the past, making him speechless.

"We scholars must take a good look. He Jin, the hammer bandit, can he do it?" Yang He touched his beard and said, "I must live well. I am watching him build a tall building and his building collapses."

After hearing this reason, Zhang Fuzhen always felt a little better: "Governor Yang, have you been out patrolling the territory of the Hammer Bandit?"

"No, I have only been in Taiyuan and Hequ."

"Then how do you feel?"

"Hequ is the place where the hammer bandit He Jinchao made his fortune. He built the Dongxiang City next to him. I heard that even the soldiers of the Ming army pretended to be the people to carry bricks and make money for him, and could still have enough food.

After he arrived at the city to build the city, he chose to draw lots to divide the houses of his soldiers, give his wives, give him rewards to the fields, and even build a temple of heroes for the soldiers who died in battle, so that they could enjoy the incense after their death. Each soldier who died in battle had a stone tablet, which records where he died in battle.

There I saw many people going to the fields to do their work with smiles on their faces.

I heard the sound of reading aloud from many children there.

I saw many disabled soldiers there being entrusted with important tasks and enjoying the pursuit of the villagers.

I didn't see a beggar or starving person there."

After Yang He finished speaking, both of them were silent. He especially wanted to share and discuss what he saw and gained, but he never had a chance.

He Jinchao did not launch a war against Shaanxi, but instead went to pacify the grassland, which led to Yang He's attempt to say such things to others.

Fortunately, Zhang Fuzhen is here!

"Is no one embezzled? I don't believe it." Zhang Fuzhen seized the last glimmer of hope.

"Of course there is." Yang He shook his head while touching his beard, "The consequences of corruption are very serious."

"How to be serious?"

"Corrupt officials can't commit suicide. They must be executed in front of everyone and their homes must be searched!

Not only will the house be confiscated, but the wives and children of corrupt officials must be punished, and all sons and sons-in-law will be put into the trap.

The money from the property is not enough to offset the embezzled silver. If the closest relatives confiscate the house, they will not copy it when it can be worth the embezzled silver."

"So serious?" Zhang Fuzhen's eyes showed a strong look of shock: "No one resisted?"

"Resist? Every time the inspectors go to patrol the place, there will be several candidates following behind.

As long as the inspectors accept bribes and one of the alternates reports is true, the inspectors will be imprisoned and punished, and the candidates who are reported and exposed will be taken over to replace him."

Yang He was also shocked by He Jinchao's means of governing corruption: "In order to become a prefect, this group of people will naturally monitor the "instructor" with covetous eyes, and the imperial envoy must do their best to investigate and deal with it strictly. Whoever dares to be corrupt will never show mercy."

No one dares to bet on the matter of prisoner methods like this and human nature.

On the contrary, if the work is done well, there will be some rewards and we can continue to be promoted in the future. Everyone is willing to go to a higher level.

Zhang Fuzhen said nothing. According to convention, local officials in the Ming Dynasty would give money to senior officials in the court.

He thought He Jinchao was a rebel leader, and what did he know how to govern internal affairs?

But this method of controlling corruption alone made him feel extremely embarrassed.

The act of officials not daring to be corrupt can bring great convenience to the people's daily lives.

Now that I have created a regime in Jinchao, you don’t want to climb up, but someone wants to climb up and replace you as corrupt officials.

"But He Jinchao has no officials yet, all of them are officials." Yang He smiled, pinching his beard and smiling: "I believe that there are very few talents in his hands who can be officials, so he has never dared or had no chance to expand his territory."

Yang He's words mean that in the future, He Jinchao will not completely abandon the surrendered Ming officials. You have a chance.

"Do you think he can win?"

"I was robbed by He Jinchao and hung for several months. He has been fighting outside, and no one has caused trouble under the Hammer Bandits, which is enough to show a lot of problems."

He Jinchao set rules for minor officials. They abide by the rules, and the people are even more determined to abide by the rules, because as long as they have a bite of food, they will not rebel.

Yang He sat for a long time and stood up and moved his body: "I still remember what he said, don't be a hungry mantis, and be like the mantis!"

"You and I have experienced things in Shaanxi. From the Qin thieves everywhere to the destruction of all the thieves, I would like to ask you, did the Ming Dynasty provide disaster relief in the face of natural disasters?

He even had to increase Liao tribute and not give the people a little way out.

Now that the Qin thieves have been pacified, has the court ever scattered taxes?"

Zhang Fuzhen didn't answer, and there was no need to answer.

"A good-lucked people will sell their children and daughters after eating tree bark, and they may have the chance to survive.

People who are unlucky eat bark and eat grass roots, eat sperm, eat dead human flesh, eat Guanyin soil, and finally starve to the side of the road, becoming food for others."

Yang He said the more he wanted to laugh: "But when people like He Jinchao stood up, they told these people that the vassal kings, officials, wealthy families and gentry had not yet accumulated food, and all the meat jerky was hung densely on the beams, so we could go and eat it.

Do you think they have a choice?”

Zhang Fuzhen opened his mouth and closed it tightly again.

"Let's talk about my Ming Dynasty's official army, forget it, there's nothing to say." Yang He suddenly became distracted: "Let's talk about the nobles in the Ming Dynasty's capital, there are problems everywhere now. They are still fighting against each other!"

The Ming Party struggles are everywhere.

Didn’t Zhang Fuzhen experience an “invisible” party struggle, and kick him out of Hong Chengchou’s command?

After Yang He sat down again, he found that Zhang Fuzhen was crying silently.

"Tisheng, why did you suddenly cry?"

"I cry, why didn't you be so clear when you were the governor of the Three Belts!"

Zhang Fuzhen almost roared and said this. In the current situation, is Zhuge Liang useless afterwards?

We have all become prisoners of the Hammer Bandits. If we want to serve the court, can we have a chance?

As a scholar, he has long been stained with thieves, who will believe you!

Yang He laughed, and then spread his hands together:

"Tisheng, I found that I am neither a high-ranking official of the Ming Dynasty nor a low-level player for the Hammer Bandit. From the perspective of the bystander, I am particularly clear-headed, so I can see clearly and understand many things.

I believe that in the near future, you will also understand many things and will not seek life and death like you are now."

"I'm not seeking death."

"But I heard that you jumped into the Yellow River and committed suicide."

Zhang Fuzhen was so angry that he covered his face with a cover and didn't want to explain.
Chapter completed!