Four hundred and seventieth chapters drastic measures
Kaifeng Mansion, Bianliang City, Yujie.
Imperial Street is indeed a prosperous place in the capital. Although it is already dusk, there are still many cars and horses coming and going, and pedestrians are everywhere.
Geng Nanzhong, a member of the Ministry of Household Affairs, hosted a host in Fanlou today and invited a group of Bianliang officials who had lost their official positions. Downstairs, there were thousands of horses and horses and a cloud of servants.
Downstairs is the Bianhe River, with faint sound of waves, autumn water flowing eastward, fragrant wind blowing in the elegant rooms, and the melodious sounds of singing, dancing and playing can be heard everywhere.
There were many individual guests in the lobby, all well-dressed, leaning against the red and green trees, chatting and laughing freely, but their eyes glanced at the high platform in the hall from time to time, as if they were waiting for something.
After a while, Geng Nanzhong walked up, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on him.
Geng Nanzhong, as a member of the Ministry of Household Affairs, is not a sinecure. Moreover, he is obsessed with his official career. He always eats on time and even often comes early and returns late.
Geng Nanzhong, who escaped the purge, was not happy at all. He worked hard to achieve the position of tutor in the East Palace. All he wanted was to take a long shot and catch the big fish.
Today's old prince Zhao Heng is also known as Song Qinzong in later generations. He is only five years old. Geng Nanzhong thinks that he cannot be appreciated by Zhao Ji, so he only wants to educate the young prince and become a prime minister.
Yang Lin's coup brought all his hopes to naught, so although he was not dismissed, he was the most frustrated one.
In the Fan Building, the officials present greeted each other. No matter what grievances they had in the past, they can now put them aside for the time being. Everyone shares the same hatred. There is nothing bigger than depriving you of your official position. For them, it is obviously no big deal.
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Geng Nanzhong stretched out his hand and pressed it, and suddenly became quiet, "Everyone, I have invited you here today for no other reason than to preserve the century-old society of the Song Dynasty. There are people in the court who have done things that are contrary to the norms of people and ministers. I think everyone knows it clearly.
.You have been loyal to the country for many years, and have a good reputation. You have worked hard for the people and benefited the common people.
It's a pity that once a traitor took over, he was expelled from the temple. Isn't it a joke?
We are studying for the country and cultivating our character for you. On this occasion, we should show what we have learned to relieve the country's difficulties and share your worries for you."
Half of the old bureaucrats below have been frightened by his words and are shaking like chaff. Can you talk about this kind of thing secretly when no one is around? This is Fan Tower. This is because you don't take the Duwei Mansion seriously.
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"Geng Xidao acted as host today and invited us to come. It is really a great act of courage. If there were more officials like you in the court, why worry about his rebellious ministers and traitors being so arrogant."
A middle-aged official with a somewhat sallow complexion shouted sharply, followed by a violent cough and wheezing.
Since the coup, especially after Jinliangqiao, these civil servants have become more dissolute, but they only know how to enjoy themselves, thinking that they can continue to serve as officials without getting involved in major affairs of the court.
Who knew that Yang Lin could do so brilliantly? Just as Lao Zhong said, when the Imperial Guards family, Jinliangqiao officials, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs fell one by one, they chose to sit on the sidelines and protect themselves wisely.
Now that Yang Lin is free to deal with them, no one is their ally anymore. Speaking of which, this group is one of the most difficult to deal with in Bianliang.
There were chaotic sounds from below. In the elegant pavilion on the second floor of Fan Tower, the decorations are all rich and noble. The doors, windows, tables, chairs, tables and screens are all imitated from the Tang Dynasty. There are several scrolls of golden landscapes hanging on the walls, and there are all the decorations outside the pavilion.
There is a small terrace with green shade on both sides and clusters of bonsai. It is difficult to see the scene on both sides, making it convenient for guests in the pavilion to have private conversations alone.
There is a crescent-shaped porcelain basin under the water-facing railing in the pavilion. In the basin is a cluster of white porcelain lotus flowers with protruding pavilions, which is very unique. Five or six goldfish are swimming with their tails, very comfortable. Two people in the room are playing chess.
He has a fair and smooth complexion, an oval face, eyebrows and nose, and is holding a tooth-breaking fan that is more than a ruler long. He is indescribably elegant and handsome, but has a bit of makeup.
The other one has an extraordinary bearing, is wearing a soft robe, and has a bit of a fierce look on his eyebrows.
The "little pretty face" was dressed in a man's attire, but he spoke in a woman's tone, gloating: "Well, judging by your reputation in the scholarly community, they say you are a traitor and a traitor."
The person opposite snorted coldly. It turned out to be Yang Lin, the young prime minister of the dynasty. He reserved Fan Tower for Emperor Rouhui, so he specially called her upstairs today to show his affection.
Who would have thought that while I was playing chess with Di Ji, chatting, and showing off my abilities, something like this would happen.
There was such a gathering in Bianliang in public. The people in Duwei Mansion really didn't know what they were doing.
Yang Lin stretched out his hand, and a maid in an amber brocade dress came from behind him. Yang Lin said in a deep voice: "Light a stick of incense."
The maid didn't know why, so she went to the small cupboard behind her, took out a stick of incense, and lit it on the table.
Yang Lin said to the outside of the curtain: "Lu Qian, don't send someone to report the news. Before the incense stick is burned and no one from the Duwei Mansion arrives, let Yin Muhong go to Mizhou to manage the dock. I want to see him.
Are our spies a bunch of losers?"
Lu Qian heard the coldness in Yang Lin's words and knew in his heart that he was angry. After all, the Duwei Mansion had a bad reputation and people said they were all-pervasive. Who knew that Yang Lin would hear such a gathering even if he went out to have a meal.
It has to be said that there were too many officials in Bianliang. Yang Lin cleaned up batch after batch. These people were like endless leeks, popping up one after another.
Wisps of smoke curled up, and Emperor Rouhui held her chin, waiting leisurely to see his joke.
The man in front of her was younger than herself, but he was too strong, which made Emperor Rouhui feel even more ashamed. Now that she could see him deflated, she felt so happy.
As soon as she revealed her childish posture, her phoenix eyebrows were curved and slender, her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, and her lips were fresh. Her whole body seemed to be carved out of white jade, and she was incomparable.
Emperor Rouhui had a noble status, so Pan Yi respected and feared her. She had kept a lot of concubines outside, which could give him the pleasure of surrendering to her and clinging to him.
Over time, the couple respected each other, but their affection faded a lot. Emperor Rouhui had not slept with Pan Yi a few times since she got married, and she had to raise his daughter from outside, so she felt aggrieved.
Until Yang Lin appeared, kicked open the door of the Prince Consort's Mansion, and looked down at this Tianhuang noblewoman with a superior attitude, giving her unprecedented joy and humiliation, making her love and hate her at the same time.
Yang Lin looked back at the incense burner and saw that only half of the agarwood stick was burned. Suddenly there was a bang in the lobby on the first floor, and the door panel fell to the ground.
"The Duwei Mansion was ordered to capture the rebels. Everyone squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads. Anyone who resisted was shot to death!"
These officials had all heard of the bad reputation of the Duwei Mansion, but the idea that the scholar-bureaucrats cultivated over the past hundred years were the best in the world, and that the civil servants were the masters of the Song Dynasty was deeply ingrained.
Yang Lin, who was in the Xuanshi, also truly understood the truth that without a thorough cleansing, the decline and decay of this era could not be changed.
Since the rise of great powers in ancient times, there has been no one who has not shed blood. The Song Dynasty, which is weak and has no bones, it is time for these birdmen to withdraw from the stage.
The captain of the Duwei Mansion below counted the number of people, nodded secretly, and suddenly said loudly: "The eighty-four present are all rebels who gathered to cause trouble in the imperial court and conspired to overthrow the Song Dynasty. Now that they have been found out, they are here.
Earth Wen Zhan!"
"Wait a minute!"
A voice came from the second floor, which surprised the captain of the Duwei Mansion and at the same time, he drew his sword and ran up.
At the top of the stairs, Lu Qian took out his waist card, and with some vicious words, he immediately stood on the spot, clasped his fists and lowered his voice: "The one above is..."
Lu Qian nodded slightly and said with a smile, "Just listen to the young master's instructions."
Yang Lin stood up and walked to the railing. The officer of the Duwei Mansion below looked at him and immediately clasped his fists and saluted.
Yang Lin nodded and said in a concentrated voice: "This is my favorite property. Don't kill people here. There must be blood that cannot be dissipated."
Emperor Rouhui's fair face suddenly turned red, she lowered her head, her face was hot, and she spat.
There was a sudden roar of curses below, and the people from the Duwei Mansion beat him hard with the handles of their knives to suppress the angry crowd.
In Bianliang, which had just been quiet for a few days, more than 80 people were questioned and beheaded on the street. In this way, the redundant officials at the yamen gate of Bianliang City in Kaifeng Prefecture were completely eliminated.
The blood was shining in the sky and the smell was lingering. The common people talked about it with great enthusiasm, and the officials touched their foreheads with joy. There were also some old bureaucrats who looked up to the sky in the mansion and sighed, shouting about the violence and darkness.
Three days later, a heavy rain washed away the blood stains in the Bianhe River.
People from all over the country, prefectures and counties, filed petitions to resign one after another, and the Zhongshu Province approved all of them.
In the past, some people thought that as long as a large number of officials resigned together, they could scare the new court. It turned out that as long as you dared to resign, they would agree.
The number of redundant officials in the Song Dynasty was five to six times as many, and the functions of these yamen overlapped. The story of three monks who had no water to drink was a common occurrence in the officialdom of the Song Dynasty.
"Shangguan Ling, the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Propaganda Envoy, resigned due to illness. The Ministry of War decided that the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Propaganda Envoy would not be appointed permanently and no one would be appointed to take over.
Yang Lin leaned on the black couch inlaid with mother-of-pearl flowers, closed his eyes and meditated, listening to Wang Chao Li reciting various memorials sent by Mingtang. It was not until he heard this that he opened his mouth and said: "Jiangsu and Zhejiang are important tax areas of the country.
, since the Xuanfu envoy has withdrawn, we can report it to the officials and plan to open a patrol of the ten prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River."
Chao Chaoli's eyes turned red and he asked in a low voice: "Who do you think Shaozai is suitable for?"
"It has to be Zhang Shuye."
There are rumors that Zhang Shuye was rescued by Yang Lin, a master of dancing. Although it is nonsense, it can also be seen that the two people have a close relationship.
When Wang Chaoli heard that he already had a candidate for this position, he continued to read with some regret: "Han Shizhong, the commander-in-chief of all armies and horses in Hebei Province, reported that Zongze, Wang Zhen, Wu Jie and other 28 generals will assist each other.
If you have extraordinary achievements, please ask the court to reward you."
Yang Lin frowned and said, "Why didn't you write Hu Yan Tong, you damn Po Han Wu? Bring the memorial and let me take a look."
Wang Chaoli came over with the memorial, and Yang Lin pressed it with his fingers. He looked at it one by one and found that Hu Yantong was not there.
Hu Yantong was at the foot of Zhuozhou City, leading hundreds of generals, and he broke into the city with his shirtless body, like a god.
At the foot of Taining Mountain, he once again led the crowd into the formation, faced off against the Jurchen armor formation, and killed the Jurchen general Pu Jianu.
I'm not blind, so why can't Huyantong deserve a reward?
What he didn't know was that Han Shizhong held all the power in Youyan, and once Yang Lin left, he would become the well-deserved military commander of Youyan.
But Hu Yantong had seen what Po Han Wu was like when he was in a state of decline. At that time, everyone had seen everyone use dirty words and everything, and they had no control over what they said.
Now that Han Shizhong has become a senior official, Hu Yantong still behaves in the same way as before, which gradually annoys him.
This time he deliberately refused to retaliate, thinking of tricking him. Who knew that Yang Lin knew the contribution of General Youyan very well and kept it in his heart.
Seeing his gloomy expression, Wang Chaoli thought that he did not agree with the large-scale reward for generals, so he asked tentatively: "Young Master, are you going to keep him in jail or reject the order?"
Yang Lin shook his head and said: "What is written here are all real merits, and the Ministry of War can award rewards at its discretion. Now it is a military strategy, the country is not short of money, and there are many official vacancies, so the rewards can be appropriately increased."
Wang Chaoli nodded and kept it in mind, Yang Lin said: "I told you to write a letter to Han Shizhong and send it to him in my personal name."
Wang Chaoli stood up quickly. There was already a maid grinding at the table, unfolding a piece of paper announcing the decree. He smiled sweetly and said: "Wang Shangshu, please."
"Thank you, Miss Qingqing."
Yang Lin sat up straight and said in a deep voice: "Let's start writing: Po Han Wu, you are such a talented person who beats the backbone, you are a dishonest and dishonest person, and the thief Hozen also wants to hide it from me. It is Lu Ban who wields the big axe."
Hu Yantong has no merit, you are giving shit to your mother! My eyes are like glass gourds, I can't see anything clearly.
General Youyan is my close friend. If you dare to fight against me again, I will ask you to go back to Yan'an Mansion and be your top soldier. If you are wise, write a letter and ask for rewards based on your merits. If you dare to suppress your colleagues again,
, it depends on whether I will spare you or not."
Han Shizhong was born as a rogue and had always had poor personal ethics, but this time he was caught red-handed by Yang Lin.
Chao Li was sweating like rain and wiping his forehead frequently. After finishing writing a secret letter, it felt like he had run several miles in one breath.
He, a scholar, could not say these words more than once a year on weekdays, but the young master could open his mouth like this, and he was the top scorer in high school. He was definitely not an ordinary person.
Yang Lin's anger was aroused by Han Shizhong's behavior of suppressing dissidents. He simply got up and ignored the memorials from various places. He directly made an arbitrary decision: "Today's people are no different from the past. Money, food and military supplies are not added to the old amount.
Why are there twice as many official positions as in the past?
Those who serve in the central office do not take part in the affairs of the government. The assistant minister does not receive any official position when giving tasks. He does not say anything about his duties when admonishing the left and right. However, the minister who lives in the office does not write down things and does not know his duties when he is in his official position.
Ten often seven or eight.
From now on, all yamen will not be allowed to retain military equipment, improve education, or anything related to culture and education. In addition, three yamen will be established in each state government to take charge of people's livelihood, criminal names, and military affairs. All other officials will be dismissed and returned to Beijing to report on their duties."
Wang Chaoli was so frightened that his face turned pale. How many officials were about to lose their positions? Yang Lin hadn't finished speaking yet and continued: "The education system should also be changed. Only thirty people will be admitted every year!"