Zhang Yu and others know that Australians attach great importance to the "sense of military honor" because they have read "Australian Military Science" magazines such as "War History Research", and they have "emphasized culture over military affairs" since the Song Dynasty, and "use culture to control military affairs."
He held a critical attitude, especially towards Ming Dynasty's extreme devaluation of the status of generals. This was even echoed by Li Ziyu.
"Only soldiers with a sense of honor can form an invincible army." This statement impressed Zhang Yu deeply at first, but he had no idea what it meant to have a "sense of honor." Now, from these "senates"
"Soldier", he probably understood what "soldier's sense of honor" is.
The soldiers of the Fubo Army stood like a pine tree and sat like a bell; they walked in an orderly manner with two people in a row and three people in a row, and their appearance and attire were neat and tidy... all of which gave people a strong sense of intimidation, and they were harmonious with the soldiers.
The fear generated by ferocity and savagery is entirely on two levels.
Despite this, they spoke very kindly to the people and did not ask for anything from them. A few years ago, Zhang Yu's family was overrun by Chaozhou Yong who came to "assist in defense" and over half of the shop was eaten. His father and mother knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
After begging hard, the little boss just dropped a bunch of bad money that would break into eight pieces if dropped on the ground, patted his butt and left.
Sure enough, the world has changed. Zhang Yu sighed in his heart.
Taking advantage of the opportunity of delivering goods everywhere, he went to find his friends. Zeng Juan is almost the same as him now: helping with work at home and sometimes going out to deliver goods; but the door of Li Ziyu's house is closed, and he knocked on the door for a long time, but no one was there.
In response, Zeng Juan said that his family might have fled to the countryside - the Australians posted notices asking all military households in the city to report for inspection and reorganization. Many of the officers at the guards fled.
"Why are you running away? What use can those soldiers in the guard station do?" Zhang Yu knew that the soldiers in the guard station were of no use at all. The Australians would not kill them, and they would not necessarily want them to serve as soldiers - besides, even if
There is nothing wrong with serving as a soldier for the Australians, at least you will be paid on time.
"General military households are ordinary people, so there is nothing to be afraid of." Zeng Juan said, "But Li Ziyu's family is a hereditary military officer... This time the Australians punished the subordinate officials in the yamen and allowed the common people to complain and report them. The public was very angry.
Those who had blood debts were captured. Now they are in prison and tortured..."
"So what? They are military households, not subordinate officials." Zhang Yu was puzzled.
"My young master, why don't you understand? The officers usually enjoy a good life, but the military households work for them all year round. They are beaten and scolded, and in the end they end up selling their sons and daughters, and even suffer from cold and hunger.
And died. What do you think will happen after this comprehensive review?"
"That's right. I heard people say that the surrendered troops are gathered in the school grounds these days, and the soldiers and households are called to report. Many officers have been arrested." Zeng Juan said, "How can the Li Ziyu family not run away?"
"There should be nothing wrong with Ziyu's family..." Zhang Yu originally wanted to say "Nothing happened", but after thinking about it again, Li Ziyu said that his uncle was very rich. This money was not obtained by exploiting military households. As for whether his uncle had blood debts, it was not their fault.
Things that can be known.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know where Ziyu ran away now."
"I don't think we can see him anymore. Maybe he has gone north." Zeng Juan also sighed. No matter what Li Ziyu's temper was like in the past, they are good friends after all, and they are still part of their small group.
"Finance Master". Everyone had benefited from him. He disappeared so suddenly, and I couldn't help but feel sad.
That day when he came back from delivering goods, he saw several more people in his store when he entered, led by a few "Australians" wearing black uniforms, and beside them there were a few "followers" wearing copper hats.
. In recent days, he has seen them on the street checking pedestrians and patrolling the streets. He heard people say that this is the "Australian express team" - the Australian name is "police".
For no reason, what was this Australian fast class doing at his house? Zhang Yu suddenly became panicked. Then he saw that there was someone he knew among them, it was the local A-level chief, Father He.
Seeing an acquaintance, she felt a little more at ease. Seeing that he was back, his mother quickly greeted him: "Yu'er, come here quickly and give me a gift!"
Zhang Yu hurried over and bowed, and saw the leader, an Australian, saying: "You're welcome. Since I'm back, let's hurry up and fill out all the forms. There are still many people to go through."
Only then did Zhang Yu realize that these policemen came to his home to "register their household registration." This was not an unfamiliar matter. Because every year, the security chief and the chief A would accompany the yamen servants to "check the registration register." In fact, they did not check anything.
If you say a few polite words in an official tone, you will have to hand over hundreds of "straw shoe money" when you leave. His mother once said, "If you do an inventory, the store will be in vain for a day."
But if you don't deal with it carefully. If you piss off the boss, they will say that you are "concealing the gangster" and just lock it in the yamen with a chain. Then it won't be a matter of hundreds of dollars. Once you enter the class room, you won't take it.
Don't even think about getting some real money out of it. Shopkeeper Cao, who runs a small wooden shop, suffered the same fate. He was locked next to a urine bucket all night without eating or drinking, and was released the next day after spending several taels of silver.
"Is this your son?" the policeman asked.
"Yes, it's Quan Zi." Zhang Yu's dad quickly replied.
"This is the only child you have?"
"Originally there were still a few, but none of them were kept..."
"Name?"
"My name is Zhang Yu."
"How do you write? Do you know how to read? Come on, write!" He said and handed over the paper, pen and ink.
Zhang Yu quickly wrote down his name. The policeman looked at it and handed it to a policeman who looked like a clerk next to him. "Write it down." He ordered, "Name Zhang Yu, relationship with the head of the household: father and son." Then he asked again.
: "Date and month of birth?"
"Born on the ninth day of the third month of the Wanli calendar year."
"What year is it in the Gregorian calendar?" the policeman who was the scribe asked the policeman who asked after writing.
"Wanli Wuwu is the forty-sixth year of Wanli..." the policeman opened the book, "1618!"
None of the Zhang family knew what 1618 meant, and they didn't dare to ask.
"Was it born here? Was it born between you and your current wife?"
In medieval society, the mortality rate of women during childbirth was extremely high. Men with some financial ability naturally had to continue their marriage. In addition, there were various complicated factors such as the birth of maids and concubines, the birth of married women, etc. It was not uncommon for the children to be born by someone other than the housewife.
"Yes, it is at home." Father Zhang Yu replied, "The son is indeed the daughter of Shan's Wife."
"Education level?" After the police asked, he probably felt that it was inappropriate to ask, so he added, "Are you studying?"
"Yes, Quanzi is studying in social science school..."
"Shopkeeper Zhang," the policeman said, "let your son speak for himself."
Zhang Yu thought for a while and said: "I have been studying in social studies for seven years. I can read all the four books and five classics. I have already taken the pen and composition course and took the boy's examination last year..."
However, his article only resulted in the entry of "Intermediate Private School" on the form.
Because it is difficult for the Senate to specifically measure the cultural level of traditional education, a simplified model is used to fill in the household registration. For those who have meritorious titles, their educational level is filled in directly according to the meritorious titles they have obtained; those who have no meritorious titles are divided into three levels.
, those who have attended private schools for several years and have not learned eight-legged essay writing are considered "beginners"; those who have participated in the boy's examination are considered intermediate; those who have participated in the boy's examination two or more times are considered advanced.
Since the lists of those who participated in the imperial examination and each boy's examination are archived in the government office, they can be compared and approved. This prevents someone from deliberately overreporting or underreporting.
"Do you know how to make an abacus?"
This was added to meet the needs of this time and space. After all, those who could use an abacus to calculate were considered professionals in the 17th century. They were still useful to the Senate, so they had to be registered.
"Yes." Zhang Yu secretly wondered, should I ask about the abacus?
"Are you married?"
Zhang Yu couldn't help but blush: "No."
"Okay." The inquiring policeman said, "Next house!"
After saying that, they packed up their things and started to leave. Father Zhang Yu quickly handed over a bunch of money and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen. This is straw shoe money. It's just disrespectful..."
Zhang Yu saw that the eyes of several "concordants" were shining, but the policemen in black were unmoved. The leader said: "Shopkeeper, we don't do this under the rule of the Senate! You cooperate with us
Work is the best help. You get the money back, and you do small business. It's not easy to make a few bucks."
Father Zhang Yu was still trying to be polite, but the police had already led the people out. Father He said, "Shopkeeper Zhang, no need! Now the world is dominated by the Senate, and we don't want to do this."
His father whispered: "Dad He, you can't just count things on the side (deceive others)."
Father He smiled and said: "I have already gone to six houses with them today, and I didn't even take the money for straw sandals. I will make an exception when I go to your house. Your free money is so touching, so you should take it back and spend it yourself."
Hearing what Paijia said, the family felt relieved. Zhang Yu went out to take a look, but saw that the group had already entered the tofu shop. Only two people were beating the lintel of the tofu shop with hammers, which scared him.
I jumped. When I took a closer look, I saw that it was a wooden sign nailed up and written with fire. On one side it was Welford Street, but on the other side was the "big food number" I had seen in "Australian Magazine". Next to it was the "big food number" that I had seen in "Australian Magazine".
Also marked with Chinese characters.
Then he saw that every house along the street where they came had already nailed this sign, and each house had a different number. He also nailed this house sign - he thought to himself that the Australians had a clever idea! Every house had a different number.
Once he has the number, it will be much easier to find him. When he goes out to deliver goods, it is okay to deliver to Chaju. However, judging from the sign, it is difficult to deliver to private houses. Because he only says the house from the east to the west of XX Street/Alley.
.At most, add a sentence such as "There is a big tree at the door" or "There is a well not far from the street". (To be continued.)