Chapter 1972 Accounting

The imperial power of Ming Dynasty only extends to the counties, and the villages below are basically self-governing.

What is self-government?

Village elders, the Lijia system, and above that are the gentry.

As for some people saying that the head of the village is a proof of the imperial power going to the countryside, that is really nonsense.

The gentry are familiar with the government, so they have a great say in the countryside, almost like the emperor of the country.

"There was an incident a few years ago. A squire built a bridge on the river, and then sent his servants to guard and collect the money. Later, the defendant came to His Majesty..."

Huang Lu seems to have a tendency to gossip, and he knows such gossip similar to "interesting things" like the back of his hand.

"People say that the best way to return to the village is to build bridges and pave roads, which makes people feel novel."

Huang Lu wanted to find out the emperor's opinion on this and the follow-up countermeasures, but Fang Xing just took it as a joke.

...

"Three people died, two were beheaded in the street, and the other was stoned to death."

There was sandalwood in the room, and Mr. Seventeen had just woken up from a nap, and he looked not in good spirits.

After Yang Yan finished speaking, he saw a look of anger gathering on Mr. Seventeen's face.

The originally lazy face turned livid, and Mr. Seventeen asked expressionlessly: "Didn't you say it was at night, why did you do it during the day?"

Yang Yan said in a nasty voice: "Sir, the people patrolling the street had already been cleared out at that time. Those people thought that the opportunity was rare. As for the night, Xing Hebo's subordinates are all tigers and wolves. They dare not..."

Mr. Seventeen's beard suddenly turned up. He was staring at the faint smoke rising from the incense burner, but now he turned his head slowly and stared at Yang Yan.

The harsh words spewed out instantly: "Old man, I see that you are so fascinated by that sparrow tongue that you are incoherent."

Yang Yan's body trembled, and he stood up with his hands tied.

Mr. Seventeen raised his head slightly and said, "If you want to act on your own, why are you asking this old man?"

"I can't wait."

Yang Yan bowed his head to plead guilty,

He is just a man, to put it bluntly, the gatekeeper of that family is more noble than him, not to mention that Mr. Seventeen is the manager in charge of foreign affairs, he is almost the representative of that family.

Mr. Seventeen said contemptuously: "It's fine if you don't have the strength to restrain a chicken. You are still timid. What do you expect you to do?"

Seeing that Yang Yan was even more frightened, Mr. Seventeen softened his tone: "No matter who is sitting on that chair, no matter what dynasty or generation, my family's status is detached. My family, I want to come out and see how good that magnanimous man is..."

"Don't be afraid of anything. At this critical moment, rumors have already spread to all parts of Daming. No matter how powerful Fang Xing's murderous intentions are, he can only plan secretly, and will not do it brazenly. Otherwise, the world will shake, who can spare him?"

Yang Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly said: "Yes, the investigation of Tianmu makes people depressed and even angry. If Fang Xing dares to take action against me, it will be persecution, suppression, and open the way for science. Who in the world can Forbearance? I'm afraid the capital will be turned upside down."

Mr. Seventeen nodded in satisfaction, and said, "I've almost finished with the sparrow tongue, you can naturally stay with her afterward."

Yang Yan raised his eyebrows with joy and bowed deeply, "Thank you sir."

...

Yu Qian is waiting.

As the night gradually fell, Fang Xing made a joke in the afternoon, asking him to sleep with one eye open at night, so as not to be unaware that his head was cut off.

It seemed like a joke, but Yu Qian knew it was possible.

If the opponent goes crazy, so what if he kills him.

Does the emperor want to pursue it?

No problem, everyone is making a fuss, and scholars from all over the world will immediately support it, so loud that it can make the person in the Forbidden City tremble.

The key is that the gentry hold the power to speak in the countryside. Once the persecution is too much, it is not uncommon for them to rise up and fight everywhere.

Why is it so difficult to do things?

Standing in the courtyard, Yu Qian looked up at the sky full of stars, and remembered what Fang Xing said about being born into the world.

——Being out of the world and entering the world are all false. If you can calm your mind and reduce evil thoughts, you are born out of the world. It doesn't depend on where you are.

Yu Qian feels that he has few evil thoughts, but his heart can't be stable, and he always thinks about various things.

At this time, his mind was pure, and an idea suddenly popped up.

——If they kill me, will it be possible to cancel the preferential treatment for scholars?

Giving up one's life for righteousness is the essence of Yu Qian's idol Wen Tianxiang's preaching.

The moonlight is like water, leaning on the stone slabs of the courtyard.

Fang Xing was enjoying the shade, while Wang He was talking about the people gathered around Mr. Seventeen.

"...Yang Yan was the first one to use, and there were Deng Fa and He Shan. The three of them recruited those scholars. They got money from some unknown source, and almost all the inns in the city were booked. Let those scholars who come from other places live, and hold a party every few days to cheer them up."

"It's not surprising. They must not be reconciled. That's why now is the beginning. Everyone will test each other out and then fight. But when the calculation is completed and they report to the capital, those important officials will have no room to dodge. To make a statement..."

Wang He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, and said, "That's a duel between monarchs and ministers! Uncle Xinghe, our family is worried that Your Majesty will be suppressed by them."

Fang Xing took a sip of cold tea and said, "No, His Majesty is right about this matter, and they won't object directly, so it's very interesting."

Wang He muttered to himself, he thought Fang Xing was too arrogant for not worrying about the emperor.

Old Seventh Xin approached in the darkness in the distance, and he approached and told, "Master, Chang Yu and Jiang Xuze had a quarrel today."

Fang Xing moved a bit, and the chair creaked, "Why are you arguing?"

"Jiang Xuze objects."

"knew."

Fang Xing was not surprised by this, "After all, that is their way, where the way lies...there is no turning back."

Wang He said angrily: "The salary of eating the king is to share the worries for the king, so which side is Jiang Xuze on?"

"ignore him."

Fang Xing removed the hot towel from his forehead, stood up and said, "Just wait now, let people keep an eye on the accounting side, and don't let people set it on fire."

The accounting was carried out in the chief envoy's yamen, and Fang Xing sent a hundred households to watch over there in turn.

...

The chief envoy's yamen is still brightly lit at this moment.

In a row of wing rooms, the sound of abacus can be heard endlessly.

"Fifteen acres of land."

"Wait, there is still a title deed here."

"Add thirty-two acres."

"..."

A small official stood outside the door, shaking his fan, staring at the movements on the left and right.

Not long after, a group of sergeants came on patrol, nodding on both sides, and then the sergeants continued to patrol.

This is only on the bright side, there are three groups of secret whistles staring at this place in the dark.

This is a deterrent by force. Once someone invades, the guns will beat them into a hornet's nest, and then they will be thrown outside the Yamen to show Xing Hebo's determination.

Today those three men were killed on the spot. According to bystanders, Fang Xing's servant had no intention of capturing them alive at all.

This is a demonstration!

Aren't you coming? Then come on, everyone, let's see who has better means and who is more ruthless.

That's why Mr. Seventeen was angry because of this ruthless word, he felt that he was being compared by Fang Xing.

At this time, he forgot that Fang Xing was the Earl of Daming, the teacher of the Emperor of Ming. In his eyes, the world was governed by his disciples and grandchildren.

"Li family, Li Dianchen's family, add fifty-seven acres of land here."

"There is more!"

"It's not over yet! There are more than ten land deeds from his family here."

"Tsk tsk! This is really a one-off move, a chicken and a dog ascend to heaven!"

"What is this? His family is not the tallest. That family, after a Jinshi became an official from the family, it really grew. Now it is a well-known farming and studying family in Jinan Prefecture, and there are many servants in the family!"

"Why……"

After a long sigh, the sound of the abacus covered everything...