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Chapter 1002: Millennium Confucianism, Crisis Coming

Susong controls half of the world. This refers to the wealth of the Susong area and the amount of taxes it pays.

Songjiang Prefecture is wealthy, which can be seen from the roadside shops.

Most roadside shops are located along official roads where merchants and travelers take a rest.

For example, if you start from the previous town and walk for half a day at normal speed, this is a node.

Other places have a few scattered restaurants, a few small stalls, or even just a few local farmers carrying baskets to sell cooked food, but Susong is densely populated with wine shops.

In larger places, there are specialty shops and even restaurants.

Qin Ming took a boy with him and sat in a carriage, swaying all the way to a place to rest.

"Master." The boy, who was also the rickshaw driver, turned around and asked, "Do you want to rest?"

Qin Ming put down the book in his hand and said, "Okay."

On both sides of the official road, there are more than ten small vendors, and then there are shops.

There were carts and horses parked outside dozens of shops, and the noise of travelers made it hard to believe that this place was far away from the town.

But in fact, it has developed into a town.

Qin Ming got off the car and went into a tavern.

"What would you like to eat, sir?" the waiter asked while wiping the table next to him.

"Bring a plate of well-cooked meat, a pot of wine, and a small bowl of fine noodles." Qin Ming said. As for the boy, it would only take a few steamed buns and a plate of vegetables.

If you say you want to eat the same meal as the host... that's wishful thinking.

No matter whether they are high-ranking officials or local tyrants, there is a huge gap between servants and their masters in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

This is not just a matter of money, it is also a symbol of status, a manifestation of the identities of different classes.

The boy went to get a few steamed buns, ate them with a plate of pickles, squatted beside them and ate them very contentedly.

Qin Ming thought of a rumor.

Rumor has it that the master and servants in Xin'an Lane eat almost the same food, and the Jiang Qingzhi couple only have one more dish than the front yard.

This incident caused people to laugh at Jiang Qingzhi, who was accused of not distinguishing between superiors and inferiors. Later, when Jiang Qingzhi called himself a great Mohist, people suddenly realized what was going on.

The Mohists did not value enjoyment, but preferred to temper themselves with a hard life, eating coarse food and wearing simple clothes.

But is this person living just to suffer for the sake of suffering?
Qin Ming sneered.

The food and wine came, and Qin Ming couldn't help but sigh as he thought about the current situation.

Huating was completely taken over by Jiang Qingzhi. Just when he set out, the powerful people in the city rushed to the government office to declare their land and population. The scholars who enjoyed tax-free privileges gathered outside the government office with gloomy looks and their family account books.

Jiang Qingzhi was said to be looking for a place to fish.

"It's a pity for Xiang Ying this time."

"Ning Yu is better than her."

"Xiang Ying is more charming than Ning Yu."

"Which prostitute isn't charming? Ning Yu and others who look like fairies are the best!"

"Bullshit! I support Xiang Ying."

"If you have the ability, buy a ticket and support it."

"It's all over, what else is there to support?"

"Ah! A northern prostitute actually took away the title of Oiran. What a shame."

"It is said that it was Long Wei Bo who secretly said that Ning Yu was good. Those rich people were frightened by this gentleman's butcher knife, so how could they not buy votes for Ning Yu?"

"Is that so?"

"There are so many people being killed in Huating City! Who wouldn't be afraid?"

"How many people died?"

"countless."

"It is said that the uncle built a Jingguan outside Huating."

"Jingguan?"

“It’s a mountain of corpses.”

"Oh my god, this is Ming Dynasty!"

"They are all the corpses of the Japanese pirates."

"No, there are also the remains of those who colluded with the Japanese pirates. Long Wei Bo said that since we have betrayed our ancestors, we are considered foreigners."

"This gentleman is indeed... worthy of the name of the God of Death."

"Chang Wei Bo ordered the execution of more than ten people who colluded with the Japanese pirates in the city, including warriors and powerful people. One centurion laughed wildly before his death, saying that Songjiang Prefecture had made preparations everywhere, and you, Jiang Qingzhi, should just wait for the smoke of war to rise!"

"What? Someone wants to rebel?"

"I don't dare to rebel, but I can create chaos."

Qin Ming was startled, and stood up and asked, "Excuse me, is this news true?"

"Of course it's true." Seeing Qin Ming's extraordinary demeanor, the man who spoke stood up and saluted, "I'm originally from Shanghai, and now I'm doing business in Huating. After learning about this, I was worried about my family, so I decided to go back to see them."

Shanghai County was not far ahead. Qin Ming had no appetite anymore, so he asked the waiter to prepare some dry food for him, but he did take the wine and drinks away.

The sound of carriages rumbled by, and when Qin Ming saw the county seat of Shanghai, he heard the noise.

He lifted the curtain of his carriage and saw hundreds of people gathered outside the city. A man stood by and shouted loudly.

"In the past, Emperor Taizu Gao had a ancestral rule that if an official caused harm to the local area, the people could arrest him and go to the capital to file a complaint with the imperial edict. Now the thief Jiang has caused chaos in Songjiang Prefecture, and the people are suffering. At this time, we can arrest him and go to the capital..."

"But Chiang Kai-shek has a large army and we are unarmed!" someone questioned.

"What do we have?" The man held up a book. "The Great Edict of the Ming Dynasty. This is the order of Emperor Taizu Gao. Who dares to attack us?"

Tsk!
Qin Ming couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Emperor Taizu Gao was born in a poor family and was well aware of the sufferings of the lower classes. After ascending the throne, he established a rule to intimidate local officials and make them treat the people well.

If an official caused trouble in a local area, the local people could take this person and bring the imperial edict to the capital to file a complaint. Officials and guards along the way were not allowed to stop them.

This happened only a few times during the reign of Emperor Taizu Gao, and was forgotten afterwards... Who would dare to go to the government office to arrest an official?
Seeking death!
I can beat you half to death before you even get through the door.

But this is really the ancestral rule.

The ancestral system is supreme.

If these people could really capture Jiang Qingzhi, would Jiang Qingzhi be able to do it?

Taking action is a disrespect to the ancestral system.

This gave Confucianism an opportunity to fight back.

If you don't take action... you can only run.

The Jiang thief who had surrendered to Huating was killed but fled. The news spread...

"People all over the world will follow suit!" Qin Ming's mind moved, his face slightly flushed, "So, the new policy... yes, use the ancestral system to check and balance the new policy! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Qin Ming clapped his hands and laughed, "The person who came up with this idea is a real talent! I should meet this person."

Hundreds of people were excited and immediately prepared to set off for Huating.

Qin Ming got out of the car and stood by the road, ready to meet the host after everyone arrived.

Puff puff!
what sound?
Qin Ming turned around. In the distance, a black line appeared faintly.

Puff puff!
Hundreds of people were in chaos, most of them had red faces. The feeling of having participated in a major historical event made them feel that even if there was a bottomless abyss ahead, they would dare to jump in.

The host was a man in his thirties named Sun Huan.

Sun Huan was walking in the front and saw a familiar old man on the left side of the road. He looked carefully and said, "Mr. Qin!"

He had listened to Qin Ming's lectures before, so he was very respectful. After introducing himself, Qin Ming stroked his beard and smiled, "This time... you will become famous all over the world!"

Sun Huan smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Qin, for your encouragement."

Puff puff!
The ground was shaking. "What is that?" someone exclaimed.

Qin Ming and Sun Huan looked back.

The black line has now turned into teams of infantry.

The infantrymen were marching along the official road in orderly steps.

"Yes... Where did these soldiers come from?"

"Tell them to get out of here!" Someone yelled, "A bunch of dogs, how dare they block our way?"

Some curious people rushed over on horseback.

He raised his hands and shouted all the way: "Make way, make way!"

But the array was like a torrent and ignored him.

"Make way..."

The torrent rolled in, and the man's face changed. He subconsciously spurred his horse to avoid it.

"It's...that flag..." Qin Ming's eyesight wasn't very good.

"It's the flag with the word Yan on it. Hey! There's no general with the surname Yan in Songjiang Prefecture, right?" Sun Huan wondered.

"That's... they're not holding knives or guns."

"It's a firearm!"

"It's Huben Zuowei!" someone exclaimed.

"Yan...Yan Xu!" Sun Huan's expression changed.

The array stops.

Less than fifty steps away from the crowd.

A rider came out slowly, it was Yan Xu.

"Those who are still outside the city will be captured within fifty breaths."

Yan Xu said coldly.

Sun Huan was furious. "This is Shanghai County. What does it have to do with Jiang Qingzhi?"

"Fifty, forty-nine..." a sergeant counted loudly.

"Do it if you can!"

"Thief, do you dare?"

Those people were laughing.

The formation stood still like a mountain, and the officers and soldiers looked indifferent.

Qin Ming felt a little uneasy.

Sun Huan whispered: "Mr. Qin is a famous scholar in Songjiang Prefecture, otherwise..."

He discovered that Qin Ming's face turned livid.

"Mr. Qin."

"Jiang Qingzhi always keeps his word," Qin Ming said.

"You mean, his people really dare to do it?"

"He was well prepared." Qin Ming smiled bitterly, "No wonder there are only a thousand cavalrymen in the city. It turns out that the main force is patrolling the periphery and guarding against various places. It's ridiculous that those powerful people in Huating City swear that they are very skilled, but they can't compare with Jiang Qingzhi..."

Qin Ming shook his head, "They've all become idiots!"

Sun Huan's face changed and he turned and ran away.

Those people were dumbfounded, "What does this mean?"

You are the host!

Why did you run away?

Qin Ming sighed, "Jiang Qingzhi killed hundreds of people in Huating and used the corpses to build a Jingguan outside the city."

Jiang Qingzhi blocked Huating that day, allowing no one to enter or leave, so the news had not yet reached Shanghai.

"Jingguan?"

"It's a mountain of corpses!"

Damn it!

I didn’t tell you earlier!
Suddenly everyone ran away.

Qin Ming smiled bitterly, "Is this my Confucianism?"

A pile of loose sand!

Puff puff!
The array advanced slowly.

Yan Xu glanced at Qin Ming on horseback, and Qin Ming bowed, "I am a traveler passing by."

"Where are you going?" Yan Xu asked.

"The capital."

Qin Ming said calmly.

The capital is the last chance.

Fight for the throne, follow the dragon...change all this.

Qin Ming got on the carriage and watched the army enter the city.

According to his understanding of Jiang Qingzhi, Shanghai County will soon face a purge.

Leaders like Sun Huan could not escape Jiang Qingzhi's clutches.

“This is perverse!”

Qin Ming sat in the carriage, his mind full of the follow-up of this matter...

Jiang Qingzhi would use his power to suppress the South and implement new policies.

What else does Confucianism have after losing its tax-free privileges?
There is also the imperial examination.

After Jiang Qingzhi became more powerful, he forcefully promoted Mohism and used it as a subject for imperial examinations. What was left of Confucianism then?
But this will be a long process.

"It's not too late. It's not too late for everything."

It was dusk when we saw the post station ahead.

The sound of horse hooves was rapid, and Qin Ming, who had just got off the car outside the post station, subconsciously avoided it.

Two riders came galloping over. The postman heard the noise and came out. The two riders dismounted and said, "Change horses and prepare food and water."

It's already dusk, which means we have to travel overnight.

It can be seen that the message conveyed is important.

The postman asked curiously, "What big thing happened?"

A man said: "This matter will probably be reported in two days. Just yesterday, Chang Wei Bo captured more than ten local garrison commanders..."

"This... isn't this cleaning?" Qin Ming lost his voice.

The man glanced at him and said, "Yes, Long Wilbur said that the entire South needs a complete cleansing."

Jiang Qingzhi launched the purge so eagerly...

Qin Ming's face turned pale. "Time waits for no one, time waits for no one, let's go, leave now!"

The carriage rumbled away.

A desolate voice was heard in the evening wind.

"Thousand-year-old Confucianism is in crisis!"

(End of this chapter)