Overnight, Jingchu and Jiangnan were filled with smoke.
The riots were in full swing. Wang Ji, the governor of Jingchu, organized officers and soldiers across the province to encircle and suppress the Dongting Lake mob.
At this time, the effectiveness of the New Deal was fully demonstrated. The governor of a province had sufficient power to dispatch officers and soldiers in the entire theater to coordinate operations.
Daily battle reports are sent to Bianliang in an endless stream, but often the first news reports that a certain city has been lost, and the next news is that the city has been recaptured, and Dongting mobs are running around, with no intention or ability to occupy any city or place, so it is difficult to see
It seems like they are just bandits and don't pose any big threat.
In the bright hall, Yang Lin was finally no longer idle at home, and his face looked very ugly.
Every time I relax for a few days, something big happens, and I am almost tortured into a psychosis.
"Wang Ji sent people to say that there are many things in common between the Jiangnan rioters and the Jingchu rioters. Most of the anti-thief weapons seized this time were forged in the same workshop." Yang Lin threw a blade and said
: "The workmanship is not bad, it doesn't look like the work of a small workshop."
The officials present stepped forward to check and found that the blade was indeed very thin, strong and sharp.
Bai Shizhong said angrily: "It is obvious at this time that there are people in Jiangnan, or a force, secretly supporting the rebels."
Jingchu and Jiangnan were in rebellion at the same time, and they were supported by the same group of people. These people were still capable of smelting weapons on their own. They had to be wealthy families in Jiangnan. Yang Lin raised his eyebrows and said: "There are people who are still evil and want to stand up.
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"There are always some remote counties in each province, which are the paradise of Maitreya and Mingjiao. The people there are extremely easy to be deceived. Once they join the religion, they become zombies and are driven by others."
As he spoke, Yang Lin looked at Xu Zhichang and asked: "The General Affairs Department of the Ministry of Rites must do a good job in preaching in these remote areas to let the people know the dangers of evil cults."
Xu Zhichang looked confused. There were no roads to those places, so how could we preach?
When Yang Lin saw him like this, he became angry and cursed: "You still need someone else to teach you such a trivial matter. Di Bao mobilized the local county government and the county sent people to preach. It's not the end of it. For the unruly people in these places
, just beat gongs and drums to shout in various villages, and come up with some vulgar and simple slogans, which will have the best effect."
Xu Zhichang hurriedly responded with a sneer on his face. Fortunately, he didn't get scolded once or twice in the Mingtang.
"The elimination of bandits this time is like putting out a fire. The most important thing is not to put out the fire, but to cut off the people who may be deceived. Otherwise, these bandits will attack one place and change places, and wherever they go, they will be
The general affairs department is so important, but on weekdays you regard it as the Qingshui Yamen, and it does almost nothing. Starting today, I will reorganize the general affairs department.
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After Yang Lin finished speaking, he left the ministers behind and walked out of the bright hall.
Outside the Mingtang in autumn, there were all fallen leaves. A few servants had just swept them up and put them in bamboo baskets at the door, waiting to be poured out of the imperial city.
Yang Lin raised his foot and kicked the bamboo basket flying, then headed to the Ministry of Rites with a sullen face.
The few waiters looked at each other, the autumn wind blew, and the courtyard was filled with yellow leaves——
In the Ministry of Rites and General Affairs Department, seven or eight officials were drinking tea and chatting.
Apart from writing a few newspapers every month and communicating the court's policies, this yamen had almost no actual work.
Or perhaps these officials had a whim and interest and wrote a few poems and attached them to one side to show off.
This earliest piece of tofu can indeed make them famous quickly. After all, there is no shortage of good poetry now, but there is a lack of ways to spread it.
With a bang, the door was pushed open, and a group of people came in surrounded by a man in purple and gold official uniform.
The official on duty in the General Affairs Department was startled and stood up quickly. He became even more nervous when he saw that this was not Yang Shaozai.
Yang Lin looked around and said, "What are you doing here?" After that, he walked and looked at the officials' desks. They were all poems about chanting the wind and the moon. There were only two people transcribing the contents of the court meeting.
Yang Lin slapped the table and said, "Is this what you should do every day with your salary?"
Everyone in the General Administration Department went to see Xu Zhichang behind him. He was the head of their Rites Department. Unfortunately, Xu Zhichang could not protect himself and did not say a word.
Lu Qian moved a chair, and after Yang Lin sat down, he scolded him fiercely.
"Except for this one and this one, everyone from the other general administration departments present has gone to the official department, preparing to pack up and be transferred to the River Control Department to work with Zhang An for a few days. There they will measure the water level, record sediment, and survey the river course, so that things can be improved.
Once you get rid of this laziness, when Zhang An told me that you have performed well, let’s go back to Bianliang."
Everyone's expressions changed. Only the two people who wrote down the policy breathed a long sigh of relief.
Looking at the room full of officials, Yang Lin thought, the General Affairs Department is the Propaganda Department, which is very important.
Nowadays, there are no media or newspapers, and the power of speech plays little role. It is just a newspaper, so you have to make good use of it.
"Yuan Tingzhi was transferred to promote the General Affairs Department, and there were three cadres under it: Wang Anzhong, the magistrate of Xiangzhou, and Zhao Mingcheng, the criminal officer of Jingzhao Prefecture, and his wife."
Xu Zhichang was stunned. What kind of fairy combination was this? Although Wang Anzhong had literary talent, he was a member of Liang Shicheng. This guy was also a student of Su Shi.
, when Yang Lin came to power, he was demoted to Xiangzhou.
I have to say that his literary talent is indeed outstanding, after all, he is Su Shi's beloved disciple.
Coincidentally, Zhao Mingcheng and his wife, who was famous all over the world, were also kicked out because of their party's wrong ways.
Zhao Mingcheng's father, Zhao Tingzhi, was promoted by Cai Jing, while Li Qingzhao's father was a student of Su Shi and a disciple of Han Zhongyan.
The status of these people is so bad, not to mention that Li Qingzhao is still a woman, how can he join the court as an official with his husband?
Yang Lin doesn't care about this, the pen is innocent, these people have no evil deeds, they are just singing praises for whomever they are attached to.
Are there other parties in the DPRK and China now?
If you want to improve the role of the General Administration Department, you must have a few literati who can control the situation. It is okay for them to copy these things, and every one of them can be put on the table.
Yang Lin couldn't help but send someone to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to inform Wang Chaoli and ask him to take action.
Xu Zhichang had been beaten several times today, but he still stepped forward and asked: "Young Zai, this time we are going to preach to the villages in Jingchu and Jiangnan, who is the right person to send?"
Yang Lin lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said: "No, I'll let Song Jiang do it. It's best for Hua Rong to write the slogans. This thing is not for literati. The most important thing is for the illiterate villagers to listen."
You have to understand and understand the seriousness of the problem."
Xu Zhichang was startled for a moment and asked: "For example?"
Yang Lin pointed at a guard from the Long Live Battalion, who was the most arrogant among the crowd. He stretched out his hand and asked, "Have you read the book?"
"Back to Shaozai, no, but Fourth Brother Lu taught me how to write my own name." The guard was a little embarrassed, but still answered truthfully.
These people lick blood with their swords. They were desperadoes selling salt in their early years. They are all reckless men who cannot read or write.
Yang Lin nodded and said, "Come to think of a missionary slogan. If you can't think of one, your monthly payment for the past three months will be gone."
The guard stared, his iron-tower-like body stooped, and his face was full of embarrassment. After waiting for less than half a stick of incense, Yang Lin had already become impatient and cursed: "If you don't say anything, this year's monthly money will be gone."
This surprise was no small matter. The burly bodyguard took the risk and raised his head and said loudly:
"If you believe in religion too early, the whole family will not be well. If your daughter-in-law is fucked, your parents will die."
The people around him suppressed laughter and turned their faces into the color of pig liver. Xu Zhichang also stood on tiptoes. He cursed in his heart, "It's an insult to gentleness, it's an insult to gentleness."
The guard was also a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and laughed a few times, mentally scolding everyone present.
He secretly looked at Yang Lin, expecting Shaozai to be angry, but to his surprise, he was smiling, instead of angry, he was happy.
Yang Lin said happily: "Good work, you should be rewarded! You clean up and go find Song Jiang. You will be one of the copywriters for this mission."