Stroking his beard, Zhu Youjian added: "The governors and general soldiers of Tianjin, Shandong and the three newly established provinces are all recommended by the Duke of Jin, and the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of War only need to register them."
The civil servants looked at each other for a while, very angry. The emperor originally said that there would be no governor in the area occupied by Li Zhi, but he was afraid that there would be a conflict between Li Zhi and the governor. Unexpectedly, Li Zhi complained that there were no governors in the local provinces.
Management was inconvenient, so the emperor was asked to set up governors in five places including Tianjin, who could be appointed and removed by him.
Li Zhi can directly appoint the governor. How much power does this have? Even the local vassal kings who guarded one side before Yongle Emperor Jingnan did not have such great power. Although the emperor did not name Li Zhi as king in name, Li Zhi actually made him king.
Has power beyond the feudal lord.
Li Zhi grew bigger step by step, constantly sharpening his sword against the gentry who monopolized various resources in the Ming Dynasty. The war between the gentry and Li Zhi in the world would only become more and more intense.
When Li Zhi saw that the emperor allowed him to appoint and remove governors, he raised his hands and said, "The emperor's kindness is so great that I can't thank you enough."
After a pause, Li Zhi said again: "Please take the slave chief Dorgon back to Fanjiazhuang for execution."
Zhu Youjian was stunned and asked: "Why is this?"
Li Zhi cupped his hands and said: "In the battle of Alchuka, my soldiers from Tianjin joined hands to kill the enemy and marched 2,500 miles north to conquer the Tartars. It was extremely difficult. Now the soldiers from Tianjin have captured the slave chief Dorgon alive, and these soldiers from Tianjin are
Recruited with Fanjiazhuang as the center. For them, Fanjiazhuang is their base camp. If they can kill the puppet emperor of the Qing Dynasty in Fanjiazhuang, it will be the greatest honor for the Tianjin soldiers."
Dongge University Scholar Wang Duo snorted when he heard this, stood up and said: "Li Zhi's remarks are really disrespectful. The sage said so."
Zhu Youjian frowned when he looked at Wang Duo, and suddenly waved his dragon robe sleeves to stop Wang Duo's tirade.
Officials from Honglu Temple quickly asked: "Who is speaking below? Please tell me your name!"
Wang Duo then raised his tooth plate and said: "I, Minister of Rites, Wang Duo, a scholar of Dongge University, have something to say."
The officials of Honglu Temple looked at the emperor's face and sang: "Don't tell!"
When Wang Duo heard this, he retreated angrily.
Zhu Youjian looked at Li Zhi, regained his smile, and said: "Good! The soldiers of Fanjiazhuang have won many battles and are brave and unparalleled. They are honest and proud. The Duke of Jin will take Dorgon to Fanjiazhuang to behead him."
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The third day of November was Gu Laoer's holiday. He grabbed yesterday's "Tianjin Daily" and sat in the living room of his villa, reading the contents of the newspaper word by word.
"The land distribution plan for the three northeastern provinces will be announced soon. Soldiers, workers and officials who follow the Duke of Jin will be allocated a large amount of land based on their merits."
Gu Laoer is the supervisor of the textile factory. He has learned a lot of words under the instruction of Jin Guogong over the years. Now he can read newspapers.
Gu Laoer joined Li Zhi's textile factory as early as the eighth year of Chongzhen. At that time, Li Zhi had not yet become an official, and there were only a few hundred people in the textile factory. In the past ten years, his boss Li Zhi has become a famous figure in the world.
Li Zhi, the Duke of Tianjin, and Gu Laoer, because he was not good at management, had not made much progress in the past few years. He finally became a supervisor based on his qualifications the year before last, but did not even become a manager.
The supervisor's monthly salary of thirty taels and seven cents, plus the monthly salary of Gu Lao Er's wife, barely allowed Gu Lao Er to live a well-off life.
Several workers who entered the factory in the same batch as Gu Laoer were promoted to managers and even directors, making Gu Laoer very envious.
However, Gu Laoer also has his own pride. Both of his daughters have been sent to primary school, and the younger son is studying in the newly built "kindergarten" of Jin Guogong and is taken care of by the kindergarten teachers. What makes Gu Laoer proud is
The eldest son has been admitted to Jin Guogong's middle school this year. In three years, when he turns 12, the eldest son can go to middle school.
After you go to middle school, you can become an official.
What kind of official can the eldest son be in the future? A tax collector in the tax bureau? A policeman in the police station? Even an official attached to the county magistrate? Gu Laoer often reads the newspaper and knows that the Duke of Tianjin has appointed and dismissed local officials. How many outstanding graduates from middle schools can be trained?
Maybe he will become a local magistrate directly next year.
In short, although Gu Laoer's life is not as rich and powerful as other colleagues, he is still very ambitious under the rule of Jin Guogong.
In addition to the future of the eldest son, another thing that is likely to change the life of the Gu family is this farm in the three northeastern provinces.
Gu Laoer read the article again, took a breath, and said to himself: "I have gained a lot of merit points over the years. I wonder how much land I can get? If I have a hundred acres, I will be rich."
I heard that the dry fields in the Northeast can produce eight bushels of rice and noodles a year. If the land rent is 50%, it will be four bushels of rice and noodles. For a farm of 100 acres, the annual land rent alone is nearly a hundred taels of silver, which is twice as much as Gu Laoer's monthly salary.
Gu Laoer was a little excited and took a sip of tea. He stopped reading the article and turned to the front page of the newspaper. He looked at the headline on the front page and saw a few big words written on it: "
Tomorrow, Dorgon, the pseudo-emperor of Dongnu, will be beheaded in front of the Baozhong Temple in Fanjiazhuang!"
Gu Laoer was stunned and thought to himself that yesterday's newspaper said "tomorrow", wasn't it today?
Dongnu Puppet Emperor? Emperor of the Tatars?
I was busy at work a few days ago and didn't read the newspaper. While eating in the cafeteria, I heard that the Tatar emperor was taken to Fanjiazhuang.
Gu Laoer was thinking about it when he saw the ajar door of the villa pushed open. Gu Laoer's eldest son, Gu Weisheng, stood at the door and shouted to Gu Laoer: "Dad! Why are you still here? Still here?"
Don’t you go to the Baozhong Temple to watch the murder of the Tatar Emperor?”
Outside the open door, the streets were full of people running anxiously in Fanjiazhuang. They were probably rushing to Baozhong Temple at the last moment to see the murderer of the Tatar Emperor. Only then did Gu Laoer understand and jumped up from his chair.
.He grabbed the door lock on the table and locked it in a panic, then followed his eldest son and ran in the direction of Baozhong Temple.
The further we walked toward the south of the city, the more people there were. Finally, when we arrived outside the Baozhong Temple, there was already a sea of people there, and all we could see were turbans and hats in front of them.
The place where Gu Lao Er stood was still 300 meters away from the execution platform in front of Baozhong Temple, and he could no longer squeeze in. Gu Lao Er looked over from a distance and saw the spectators near the execution platform, all of whom were well-dressed. Gu Lao Er thought about it.
I am afraid that not only the people from Fanjiazhuang came to see it, but also various people from Tianjin Acropolis, other prefectures and counties in Tianjin, Shandong, and even the capital came to see it.
Gu Lao Er was worrying about how to squeeze in to the front and see clearly the grand event of beheading the Tatar Emperor, but he heard his son Gu Weisheng shouting: "Dad, let's spend ten cents to go to the third floor of Changlong Tea House to watch.
You have to keep it clear!”
Gu Laoer said: "Twenty cents for two people can buy two kilograms of rice and noodles! Although our family is not short of money, we can't spend it recklessly!"
Gu Weisheng shouted: "Dad! Wake up! How big a deal is this? Kill the Tatar Emperor! It's a big event that doesn't happen once in ten years! Even if you lend me twenty coins! Wait until I become an official
If you earn ten taels of silver a month, I will give you double the amount!"
Gu Laoer smiled and said, "Good son, this is what you said."
Gu Laoer took out more than fifty pennies from his pocket, counted out twenty pennies and handed it to the shopkeeper of the teahouse. He took his son and squeezed into the third floor of Changlong Teahouse, and squeezed to the window to overlook the execution 300 meters away.
