In the ninth year of Jinghao, the summer solstice was severe and the drought was severe.
People in Yongchang State rose up in a row, and nearly 100 rebellions and uprisings were held within two months.
The fifteen counties were filled with refugees and bandits who had fallen into the country. People who could not survive joined the rebel army one after another, and the social order almost collapsed.
Liu Qing is a peerless hero, and it is difficult to produce one in a century.
But he is mostly treacherous and has little righteousness.
He engages in power struggles, but it does not mean that he is suitable for governing the country and becoming an emperor.
From his rise, we can predict what happened today.
There are few officials who are not greedy, but they should be restrained when greedy for money.
Don’t be greedy for disaster relief funds, don’t be greedy for money for dam repairs, don’t be greedy for money for full food at one time…
Looking at the past few years when Liu Qing was in charge of the south, he was full of unscrupulous people who killed their lives. How could he plunder the people's wealth and ointment? He had no desire to govern the country and love the people. He only wanted to respect Shangguan and climb to a higher position.
Liu Qing himself was even more corrupt. He was the position of Minister of Personnel at that time, and was greedy for donating money.
There is a fat-headed fish magistrate under his command, the one who was cut into a stick by Sun Qianhu.
The dikes and fields were destroyed, leaving 100,000 people homeless. Liu Qing refused to punish him and took the money. It was not until Old Liu was imprisoned that the fat-headed fish was taken down by the Pacification Department.
If the people above set an example like this, the more lawless the people below are.
Now, in order to rise rapidly and fight against Dakun, Liu Qing indulged his subordinates to impose heavy taxes, causing wailing everywhere, and the people were in vain and they did not punish corruption or rectify the administration of the government. Instead, they became more and more focused on recruiting people and did not give the people a way out.
This behavior can only be attributed to him that he never thought about becoming an emperor at all, and when he was separating the country, he did not think about how to govern the world.
Even if you regret it now, it is useless.
There were large soldiers outside and the people rebelled inside. Lao Liu was powerless to punish corruption.
If you don’t punish, you can persist for a while. At least people’s hearts will not be too disintegrated and you will not lack money when using troops. There are benefits to a large family and aristocratic families and will support you.
Once the administration is rectified, it will be the end of the betrayal of the relatives.
However, even if Yongchang Country is ruined like this, Liu Qing still has a chance of winning.
After another three or two years, the ancestor of the Xiao family died and destroyed the Xiao family's royal family. He could continue to dream of the emperor.
In the prison.
Sun Gang came back from the Ministry of Justice and sighed:
"The cost of the prison this month has been deducted. It is said that the frontline war is tight, so we need to use supplies to support us, so we can find a way for ourselves."
The sick and hunched back looked at each other.
"It's okay if you don't give anything else, how can we live without giving food?"
"Isn't this forcing us to exploit prisoners?"
After a moment of quiet under the big elm tree, Zhang Wushang said in a deep look in the past:
"I'm afraid these officials were imprisoned, which made us live a good life, and the people above didn't like it."
Sun Gang and the other two nodded in agreement.
Lao Sun said:
"If you don't give me, don't give me. Just give me your best. Just give me your best. Anyway, we don't need that stutter."
He was very open-minded.
Since Lao Lei left, he has been on duty with Zhang Wu and no new people have been recruited in prison.
During this period, many officials and criminals were released from prison intermittently, with only eight prisoners left in the prison.
Fortunately, they are all arrogant people and cannot bear the pain of prison. They eat chicken, duck, fish and meat all day long, and Zhang Wu and the others also benefit from it.
Recently, there have been uprisings everywhere, and people are in panic. The topic of conversation between several people has changed from being resentful to discussing various rebels.
"I heard that there was a group of bandits, less than a hundred miles away from Yongchang City, and it was very large. It is said that there were two thousand people, all of which were bandits."
The sick man kept coughing in his mouth, as if he was about to cough out his lungs, but his voice was a little excited, as if he was looking forward to the rebel army to break through Yongchang City.
Hunchback also said:
"My neighbor's relatives came to take refuge in the city and said that this group of people had occupied Chenjia Village, with strict discipline and no harm to the people. Many villagers brought them food and water. Young and strong people in the village also joined in, and they cut wood and guns without weapons.
, without a flag, he tore his clothes open and hung them on the pole. Hundreds of people go to join him every day. I think it will be a climate."
"Fight, no matter how bad the world is, it's just like that."
The sick man covered his mouth and coughed violently until his face turned red and his face seemed to be dripping bleeding.
Zhang Wu frowned and quickly patted his back.
When the tuberculosis ghost took a breath and spread his right hand, his palm was already covered in blood.
The yard was a little depressed, and all three of them had seen that the tuberculosis had not had much time.
On the contrary, he smiled indifferently, as if he was common about coughing up blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and said:
"Brother Sun, please send another notice to recruit new people in the prison. I'm afraid I can't hold on for a few days."
Sun Gang was silent, not mentioning recruitment, just asked:
"Have you arranged the funeral?"
For those who are about to die, there is no taboo to talk about after their death. If the arrangements are not made, and if they die, they cannot be buried. This is the most tragic thing.
The sick man said:
"My parents died early. I adopted an abandoned baby, but I didn't support it. I was weak and sick. I went to the house before me. There was only one yard left. I went to the pawn shop yesterday to change the food."
"Then how do you arrange it yourself?"
Sun Gang frowned and asked:
"Have you chosen a cemetery? Where can I park the mortals in the yard? What about the burials? What about the things that are buried with me? Not to mention the coffin, I have to get a silk shroud no matter what, right?"
The sick man shook his head and said with a smile:
"Save all these."
"What should you do?" Sun Gang asked.
There was a sudden light in the eyes of the sick man.
"I'm going to leave the city."
"Out of the city?"
Sun Gang was stunned.
Zhang Wu was stunned, then fell silent.
The sick tuberculosis was as weak as a pilobar, as if it fell down when the wind blew, but at this time his eyes were unprecedentedly bright and his voice was like a bell.
"Yes, I'm going to leave the city."
"Join the rebel army and give them the food."
"Look at this last day, what else can I do for them."
"you……"
Sun Gang's face showed a shock.
After being shocked by the hunchback, for some reason, an impulse suddenly surged in his heart, imagining to leave the city to be a rebel army like a sickly tuberculosis.
Sun Gang advised in a low voice:
"These rebels outside the city will not be in a state of chaos. They have all fought a hundred miles away. The gate of Yongchang is open as usual. Everyone should do what they should do. They don't take them seriously at all. They don't need to send out the imperial guards. His Majesty only needs to send them out.
Several martial arts masters can kill this group of people in a mess."
"I know."
The sick man nodded seriously and said:
"I understand that leaving the city is useless. How could a group of poor people who don't even have weapons succeed in rebelling?"
"But……"
"When I was a child, my husband taught me that we, the people at the bottom, were destined to be torches in the cold night."
"But add a little firefly to the flames that illuminate the darkness..."