Jia Cong originally thought that he would enter the village quietly without firing a gun. The development of trade unions and the working class had to take advantage of the time when imperialism, feudalism, and bureaucratic capitalism were not aware of it, and they had to grow secretly, like the weeds in Lao Zhou's works;
The pass was used, and it was a knife to the head. I never dreamed that Feng Ziying would come to the door in person only a few days after the incident.
He asked: "There was trouble in your Zhonghua Book Company's printing house a few days ago, did you know?"
Jia Cong had just gotten up and had not eaten breakfast yet, so he rubbed his eyes: "I know, it's okay."
Feng Ziying frowned and said, "Do you still keep those disobedient workers?"
Jia Cong yawned: "As long as the craftsmanship is high and the requirements are not excessive, why not keep them? I have installed a report box for them."
"What whistleblower box?"
"It's just a mailbox. Anyone can stuff messages and notes into it." Jia Cong said, "If the managers and shopkeepers do anything to bully others or use their power for personal gain, the workers can write anonymous letters to report and expose them. There are so many
The workers watched secretly. Even if they want to act recklessly, they have to weigh it carefully. It is not a bad thing for themselves, but it is better than being killed by the rangers."
Feng Ziying said: "Don't cause trouble."
Jia Cong said casually: "What trouble can be caused? They are just ordinary people. How can they still be unreasonable to me?"
Feng Ziying shook her head: "It's not a good thing for people below to compete with those above. Is this possible in the barracks?"
Jia Cong laughed and said: "Brother Feng, you are overthinking. Soldiers and people are two different things. Soldiers may be brave or ruffian, while people may be stupid or cunning. Soldiers have been trained and know how to fight. People are just a group of sheep, and goats and sheep are all alike.
Sheep, fire, and guns will all be brought down in one fell swoop. As long as they are not forced into a desperate situation, the people are the best to deal with. They are also easy to deceive."
Feng Ziying sighed: "That's all, I don't care if you are so generous. I don't think it's a good thing."
Jia Cong shrugged and said: "In my opinion, that trade union is worth promoting. You see, now the power of chambers of commerce is getting bigger and bigger, and the heads of those chambers of commerce are more popular than the officials of the imperial court. It is not easy for the imperial court to raise taxes casually.
They can also try to escape the tax. In the early years, the merchants were farmers and merchants, and the merchants were at the bottom. This was because the merchants were too arrogant, so naturally there were marquises, brothers-in-law, and princes' brothers-in-law who came to rob them. Now the knights take care of all unfair things, and merchants
As long as they don't break the law, or if they don't get caught breaking the law, the court can't do anything to them."
Feng Ziying thought for a moment: "That's true. In the past two years, businessmen both inside and outside Beijing have gradually become able to compete with the officials."
"That's why I said it." Jia Cong stretched his body with "Ahhhhhh", "Power must be supervised, and the best supervisors are ordinary people. Is it right to let them face the big money head-on?
Dare, but it’s okay to file a black record secretly. The trouble is, the common people may make up random complaints and waste the time of court officials. It would be nice if there was some kind of sieve to filter it through first.”
Feng Ziying thought for a while and said: "Do you want to use the trade union to fight against the Chamber of Commerce?"
Jia Cong waved his hands repeatedly: "How can the trade union have that ability? Whenever the chamber of commerce crosses the border, it must be dealt with by the court. But the trade union can inform the court and act as a vanguard. And it cannot pay them salaries, so it can be used quietly. Otherwise,
The merchants will not be convinced."
Feng Ziying is a transparent person. She has only read history books three thousand years ago and has never taken a history class three hundred years later. How can she even think about what a "trade union" is? It has never happened in the past. Jia Cong made a lot of nonsense and really put his His thoughts went awry. After a long while, he said, "As long as you understand." He chatted a few more words and left.
It didn't take long for the Zhonghua Book Company's trade union to be established, and Shi Qiusheng was personally busy working on grassroots cultural construction there. As soon as the news spread, many workers and clerks sneaked over to inquire. Pan Xigui was in charge of liaisons outside the home, so he became even busier these days. Wang Fu faked his death for a time, and was very interested in it. He often recalled it, but he could no longer hang out around the printing factory, and he still missed it a little. Except for Feng Ziying, no court official noticed this.
In early June, a letter came from the south, saying that Yang Heng and Yang An were left in charge of the Malay Islands, while Lin Daiyu and Jarvis had set sail back to Taiwan. Immigrants from Yunnan, Guizhou, Guangdong and other places were gradually increasing, and there was a shortage of people to take charge of government affairs. Because the State of Yan is opening various government-run schools recently, many students, whether on the list or below, have never returned to their hometowns and are waiting to see if there is a chance to get a job. Jia Cong discussed with Jia Xu to encourage some students to go to Nanyang. Jia Xu said: "This is easy."
Two days later, there was a very elegant old gentleman who smiled and listened to the gossip for a long time in the teahouse with the most people. This man had good appearance and manners, and his clothes, shoes and hats were all expensive. So he chose a secluded corner to sit and think about it. It was difficult not to attract anyone's attention. However, he ate two and a half pots of tea, but no one dared to disturb him.
At this moment, a pretty girl of sixteen or seventeen came up the stairs. She was wearing a emerald green robe, and she was obviously a maid from a wealthy family. The maid stood at the top of the stairs and looked around, and someone with sharp eyes saw her. , and suddenly his eyes widened. His deskmate was shaking his head and reciting a poem he had written yesterday. Seeing that he was stunned, he frowned and said, "Brother, I'm talking to you." As he spoke, he followed his gaze. He looked over - and looked straight. It took him a while, but in a moment, everyone in the building was stunned when they looked at the maid.
The maid also noticed that these stinky men were looking at her, and immediately blushed with embarrassment, turning her neck to look for someone in an even more panic. After a few glances, she finally saw the old gentleman, and trotted over quickly, shouting in a low voice: "Master." , my aunt is downstairs."
When the old gentleman saw her, his face suddenly became sad and he sighed: "Is everything going well?"
The maid lowered her head slightly: "Anyway...that's it. My aunt is very generous."
The old gentleman snorted: "What kind of aunt! I haven't gotten married yet, I haven't even been to the court, and I've never met a man. How come I'm my aunt?"
The maid hurriedly changed her words: "Our girl is very generous and won't care about that little guy."
The old gentleman gave another loud "hum", rolled up his sleeves, stood up, called the waiter in the teahouse to come over and paid for the tea, then slowly followed the maid downstairs with his hands behind his back. Parked downstairs was an eight-treasure carriage with a green cover and red tassels. He gently opened the car curtain and went up. In an instant, someone saw a beautiful face flashing inside. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough for the girl's bright eyes to glance over the crowd of people watching the fun. Everyone thought that the girl in the car was watching. It was himself. The old gentleman coughed, and the boy who was following him took the horse, got on it, and walked away with the carriage.
There was an uproar in the building. Tsk tsk, she is a beauty, her family is wealthy, she has a good-looking father, and a pretty maid who is as pretty as any other young lady. Which poor student has not had this sweet dream? Everyone is talking about it. There was a lot of discussion. There was a man who looked like an old scholar in the corner. Because he was wearing ordinary common clothes, no one paid attention to him. The old scholar suddenly said: "Don't think about it, this family is leaving soon." "
Everyone immediately turned their heads like puppets: "Sir, do you know?"
The old scholar took a sip of tea and said slowly and calmly: "The gentleman just now, whose surname is Liu, was also admitted to the imperial examination. He just failed to win the imperial examination several times, so he entered the imperial guard."
"Boom——" The people were in an uproar. After the Emperor went on a hunt in the East, the Jin Yiwei dispersed. Even so, the word "Jin Yiwei" was still enough to scare people.
"Liu Qianhu has a lot of money anyway, so he doesn't mind not being on the job."
"Boom -" There was another commotion. Well, he is still a Qianhu. Jinyiwei's salary is not much, but it is so easy to get money. You can tell with your toes that Liu Qianhu is extremely rich.
"It's a pity that his daughter, a good-looking lady from the capital, why did she marry to the south? Her husband-in-law has been ill for a long time, and Miss Liu couldn't get out of bed when he sent her there. He didn't even pay homage to her, and Miss Liu never met her.
The man lived in the side hospital with his maid and mother for three years."
One scholar asked: "Why didn't Liu Qianhu take his daughter back earlier?"
The old Confucian glanced at him: "How can you bring back the daughter you sent away so easily? It took three whole years! If you hadn't waited until the man was completely dead, you wouldn't have been able to bring him back. And the husband's family also said that it was
Those who come back to visit relatives will be sent back after staying for three months at most."
Oops, how could such a thing happen! Everyone started shouting: "That's unreasonable! It's too much to bully someone! Whose family is that husband's family?"
The old scholar said slowly: "What's the point of talking to you? He's so powerful that even Liu Qianhu can't afford to offend him."
Everyone started to curse at the top of their lungs. They didn't know who they were scolding, so they just picked up elegant words and cursed. After they had finished cursing, the old scholar sighed: "Old Liu only has such a daughter."
These days, he has made up his mind, sold his family property, and plans to secretly move his family to the Malay Kingdom in Southeast Asia. The country has just been established there, and the leader of the country is still the Han Dynasty. The local natives have fought and fought, and there are not many left.
Now, they are recruiting immigrants from our country and recruiting talents from our country. He said that it would be good to find a son-in-law there in the future, and there is no need to choose any family background." Then he shook his head and said, "That girl is really a talented woman, what a pity.
You can only marry a barbarian."
The waiter couldn't help but asked: "Is she still a talented woman? How did you know?"
The old Confucian said: "Their family is my neighbor. When this little girl was young, I even read the poems she wrote." Then he read, "'Once we meet and once miss, the most affectionate and the most infatuated. Gushanlin
There are three thousand trees under it, and this is the branch that can withstand the frost. This is her poem about plum blossoms when she was thirteen years old."
"Okay!" One of the disciples took the lead and shouted, stroking his palms. Suddenly, the teahouse burst into applause. Someone else asked where the old Confucian lived.
The old Confucian waved his hands and said: "I was also young and know your thoughts, so I told you that they are leaving. Otherwise, why would I come here to cause trouble? In China, Liu Qianhu cannot stop that shameless husband's family." He shook his head again.
He sighed, "The barbarians from Nanyang got a lot of money." He stood up, gave him tea money, and left. Some people gathered around him to ask where he lived. He looked at the scholars and said, "Stop daydreaming. Their family is
It's time to go." He fluttered his sleeves and left. Two men secretly followed the old Confucian, not wanting him to turn around and disappear.
Although the trace of the person is unknown, the story is left behind and spreads throughout the capital in the blink of an eye. According to Jia Cong's words, this matter is a big prize. Even though he knows that only one among thousands of people can win, thousands of people buy it.
Lottery, bet on the one-in-a-thousand chance - maybe it's me? And everyone thought, wouldn't it be a pity to get such a beauty and such wealth at the expense of the barbarians? There are few scholars in barbarian places, and I will stand out from the crowd when I go there.
Isn't it? In a few days, there were hundreds of people packing their bags and leaving Beijing, all wanting to go to Nanyang.
The one who was pretending to be a maid was the fifth girl from the Zeng family in Luzhou. Inside the carriage was the second girl who was the most beautiful in their family. I don’t know what tricks Jia Xu used to subdue these girls. Old Confucian? It was Wang Fu who was addicted to acting.
This matter actually spread to the Prince of Yan's palace. The Prince of Yan didn't care about leaving a thousand households, but the sales of cocoa tea in the past few months were like brown gold. He knew that these products were produced in Java, Southeast Asia. With the Malay Kingdom, the leaders of these two kingdoms were both surnamed Zhou. Now I heard that the Malay Kingdom was recruiting talents, so I inevitably paid attention to it, so I ordered Feng Ziying, Jia Cong and others to go to his house to discuss the matter.
Jia Cong listened to them honestly for a long time before saying: "Nanyang and our country are separated by a sea, so the news is inconvenient. The two Zhou lords are both pirates, and they probably don't know how to govern a country. I think that my brother-in-law Gao Mang is also the same. He is a military general, but Ping'an Prefecture is already a commercial district. He has two brothers above him, so it is not his turn to take the lead. Otherwise, let him go to Java or Malay and work as an official. That overseas There are not many talented people in the barbarian area, maybe he can become a high official."
Situ Pan's eyes lit up! It's not that he doesn't have people on hand, but North America is a vast country with few people. It will be most short of people in the coming year. The small country in Nanyang has to put it aside for the time being. The Gao family is following the Jia family, and Gao Mang is Jia Cong. My brother-in-law is more reliable than others. He couldn’t help stroking his beard and nodded: “It’s a personal choice.”
Jia Cong murmured: "It also saves the Gao family's cousin sister-in-law from bothering my sister endlessly."
Situ Pan glanced at him: "That's why we co-authored it!"
Jia Cong pursed his lips and muttered: "Really, no matter how happy a woman is in her husband's house, it's not as good as moving out of her own home."
Situ Pan thought about it for a while: "There is really no one else who is more suitable. But what should I prepare for him?"
"No!" Jia Cong said, "He can just go with his wife and children. Could it be that someone handed someone a post saying 'Gao Mang, the third son of Gao Li, the Jiedushi of Ping'an Prefecture'? Even if the leader of the country is a pirate He’s not stupid despite his background! What people want is talent, talent, as long as you have talent.”
Feng Ziying also said: "That's right. If Brother Gao Xian goes there, he can pretend to be an ordinary warrior who goes to Nanyang to find a way out. Anyway, there are many people passing by, and he doesn't stand out among them. It's just that their Ping'an Prefecture has been a gathering place for merchants in recent years. It is inevitable that some big merchants will recognize him."
Jia Cong said: "It doesn't matter if you recognize him. He is the third child, and everything in Ping'an Prefecture is not his turn no matter how you calculate it." He thought for a moment, "It's just that I have to go to Chang'an. My great-aunt is old. I may not be willing to let him go."
Situ Pan was startled: "Is Taijun Jia still alive?"
Jia Cong nodded: "The old lady is in good health. But she is already over eighty years old. When she was celebrating her birthday, our family happened to be keeping filial piety for our grandmother. If Cousin Mang goes to Nanyang... to pay his last respects to his grandmother, he will not be able to make it in time. .”
Situ Pan sighed: "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot have both ends. You should try to persuade her."
Jia Cong agreed. Suddenly thinking of Jia Mu, he felt inexplicably sad. (. Just love the website)