Chapter 629

Sun Kehong admitted it quite frankly, admitting that he was afraid—afraid of the day when the poor and the laborers could no longer endure the exploitation, would rise up in rebellion, break down his gates first, and slaughter his entire family.

The Sun family was not exactly a kind lot either; they also squeezed those below them. Those women on the boats were not born knowing how to use the "ATM" between their legs; they were taught. But at the very least, the Sun family was willing to give everyone who worked for them a full meal. In truth, the poor and the laborers really didn't ask for much; being able to eat their fill was enough.

What do the common people want? In three words: not to be idle.

Once a person is idle, they have no food to eat. Working from the beginning of the year to the end might not bring in much money, but at least they aren't loafing around; it counts as not having wasted their time.

Sun Kehong was extremely dissatisfied with the widespread, bone-scraping exploitation in Songjiang Prefecture. This dissatisfaction had reached a point where it could no longer be endured, because the theory of contradictions told Sun Kehong that the contradictions were constantly being intensified by this distorted mode of production, and the resentment in the hearts of the poor and laborers was constantly accumulating and brewing. Sooner or later, it would burn the entire Songjiang Prefecture to the ground.

"Viceroy, something terrible has happened!" A gatekeeper ran in hurriedly, gasping for air as he spoke.

"What is it?" Shen Shixing asked, his brows tightly knitted. This gatekeeper had been with Shen Shixing for over ten years; he would never disturb him while he was receiving guests unless something major had occurred. Clearly, something significant had happened.

"The dyers at the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse in Chongyi Ward, Shanghai County, are upset with the workshop owner's bullying and have started a riot. People have already died!" The gatekeeper explained the situation as quickly as he could. Shanghai County Magistrate Yao Guangqi had already taken people there and they were currently in a standoff. The Police Inspector who came to report the news, Chen Tiande, was waiting right outside the door.

"Merchant Chief Sun, I have matters to attend to; please make yourself at home!" Shen Shixing no longer cared about etiquette. He stood up immediately and hurried out of the residence. His escorts had already prepared his carriage and even contacted the Songjiang Garrison Naval Commander, Marquis Chen Lin, and the Eunuch Regional Commander, Zhang Cheng, to prevent the unrest from escalating further.

Upon hearing this, Sun Kehong felt the world go black before his eyes. He wished he could slap himself; his own crow's mouth really did bring about whatever he spoke of. He had just been worrying about the contradictions intensifying and brewing trouble, and now that trouble had arrived right on schedule.

Looking at the gatekeeper's panicked expression, and adding the fact that he said people had already died, this matter likely could not be settled easily.

Shen Shixing rushed from Huating County, where the Songjiang Prefectural Yamen was located, toward Shanghai County, and Sun Kehong also lost no time, leaving the yamen and heading toward Shanghai County as well.

On the way, Shen Shixing gradually pieced together what had happened from the intermittent reports.

The Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse was an old-established brand that had existed since the Yuan Dynasty. During the Yuanzhen era, Huang Daopo brought cotton seeds and weaving tools from Yazhou, Hainan, to Songjiang Prefecture to start planting cotton and weaving cotton cloth. Time flew, and three hundred years had passed; Songjiang's cotton weaving technology was now the best in the Great Ming, and Songjiang cotton cloth was sold both at home and abroad, truly "clothing the world."

With the prosperity of the cotton spinning business, the dyehouses naturally flourished as well. The Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse was built by the Yuan clan. The Qingpu Yuan clan claimed to trace their ancestry back to Yuan Shao, who had "four generations of three dukes," and could be considered a thousand-year-old noble family.

The business of this great dyehouse had never been interrupted, even during the dynastic transition from Yuan to Great Ming. During the Jiajing era, when the southeast suffered from Japanese pirates, the Yuan family even took the lead in donating 500,000 taels of silver for anti-pirate efforts.

But now, the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse was in trouble, and big trouble at that. Because they refused to pay wages, the craftsmen were full of complaints, and the dyehouse was almost at a standstill. After repeatedly asking the Yuan family for wages to no avail, the workshop completely shut down.

Yuan Shen, the head of the Yuan family, who had been hiding for nearly a year, had to come forward to talk to the craftsmen. He said a lot, mostly about how business was difficult and he was unable to pay, but he hoped the craftsmen would treat the dyehouse as their own home. Once there was money coming in, he would pay them immediately; he asked them to start working first.

Yuan Shen came forward because the dyehouse had recently received a large order. The craftsmen started working again, but on the very first day of resuming work, a major disaster occurred.

The Yuan family's lackey, the head foreman, bullied, beat, and humiliated the craftsmen in the workshop. He didn't know his own strength and injured a new apprentice. The anger from months of unpaid wages, which had been accumulating, was completely ignited the moment blood was seen. The head foreman was given a sound beating by the craftsmen.

After the craftsmen finished beating the head foreman, they asked around and found out why the apprentice had been beaten like that: it was only because the apprentice had seen the head of the Yuan family entering and leaving a high-end brothel on Xiafei Street yesterday.

These brothels were not ordinary ones, but extremely high-end establishments for conversation, tea, music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, providing extremely expensive emotional value.

These places were not like the clearly-priced pleasure houses or private dens; they focused on playing hard to get. A single night's spending could easily reach hundreds or thousands of taels; they were true money pits.

And the fact that the head of the Yuan family was frequenting such a place proved that the Yuan family wasn't broke—they were just dragging their feet and refusing to pay!

Sun Kehong understood the reason for the delay very clearly: most of the workers were drifters who couldn't afford to wait. If they were delayed for a few months, these craftsmen would have no choice but to find their own way to survive. Meanwhile, the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse's golden signboard was still there, so they weren't afraid of not being able to recruit people. Moreover, the Yuan family hadn't delayed the wages of the few head foremen and master craftsmen in the factory at all; they had even paid them extra.

The moment the anger was ignited, the entire Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse was occupied by the craftsmen.

"It's still in a standoff, so how did it reach the point of people dying?" Shen Shixing asked, looking at Chen Tiande, who was riding alongside him.

Chen Tiande took a deep breath and said, "That Yuan Shen led his retainers into the factory to beat the craftsmen. Yuan Shen even clamored that he would beat the craftsmen into submission so they would continue working. This large order was very urgent. If Yuan Shen hadn't continued to beat people, it wouldn't have reached the point of people dying."

"These retainers didn't know their own strength and injured over a dozen craftsmen. The craftsmen's anger flared up, they beat several retainers to death, and Yuan Shen fled in a panic, only to be captured by the craftsmen."

The changes at the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse were all due to the new head, Yuan Shen, in the seventh year of Wanli.

The previous head of the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse deserved to be called a kind man; the craftsmen who had worked there all praised the old head. But the new head, Yuan Shen, as Chen Tiande called him, didn't think so. The methods he implemented were effective in lowering costs.

Chen Tiande was a maritime defense inspector from the Battle of Sandu'ao to pacify the private markets. Chen Tiande had a deep blood feud with the Japanese pirates; he had become a eunuch because of their amusement. After Yao Guangqi arrived in Songjiang Prefecture, he borrowed Chen Tiande from the Songjiang Garrison Naval Force to be his right-hand man, specializing in investigation matters in Shanghai County.

Shen Shixing remained silent for a long time. He knew that if this matter wasn't handled well, it would be a massive disaster. The entire Songjiang Prefecture was like sitting on a powder keg. If this matter couldn't be resolved smoothly, it would likely blow Songjiang Prefecture to the sky, and he, Shen Shixing, would also be blown to smithereens.

Yao Guangqi had Chen Tiande take people to the yamen to report the news, while he himself took the yamen runners to surround the entire Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse, clearing the surrounding streets to prevent the unrest from escalating further.

Yao Guangqi stood in front of the gate of the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse and looked behind him. Behind him were countless common people of Shanghai County, waiting expectantly, looking at the great dyehouse, waiting for this county magistrate to deal with the matter.

The standoff was happening.

"I am Yao Guangqi. Open the workshop gate." Yao Guangqi had the yamen runners step back, walked to the gate of the dyehouse alone, looked at the craftsmen on the wall, and said loudly.

A craftsman with a flushed face said loudly, "You dog official! You and the Yuan family are in cahoots! If we open the gate, the yamen runners will rush in!"

"But he is Yao Guangqi! Don't you see the scar on his face? He got that fighting the sea pirates to protect the fishermen's seaweed. He is not a dog official." Another craftsman seemed to know the Magistrate Yao in front of them quite well.

After Yao Guangqi took office, his deeds spread, especially the origin of the scar on his face. This was also something Yao Guangqi had people spread, just to show his stance. Yao Guangqi was a man from the heavens, with connections reaching directly to Wang Chonggu; he didn't give the local powerful families any face at all.

Yao Guangqi had a scar on his face. When he returned to the capital, Wang Qian mocked Yao Guangqi for being a wealthy young master who had fallen to such a state. After learning the origin of the scar, Wang Qian really gave himself two slaps.

This scar on Yao Guangqi represented that he was the "Seaweed King." If he had a choice, he would have been willing to plant seaweed in Shandong for the rest of his life, but the imperial court had orders, so he had to come to Shanghai County to be the magistrate. He should have been promoted from a supervisory official long ago; the Emperor had always remembered his merit in pacifying the private markets at Sandu'ao and wanted to promote Yao Guangqi.

And today, this scar had become a stepping stone, a stepping stone to open a dialogue.

"That's right. I don't change my name or surname. I'm the only official in the Great Ming court with a scar on his face." Yao Guangqi unbuttoned his official robe, took it off, threw it aside, and said, "I have no weapons on me, just a plain robe. Let me in."

Yao Guangqi's behavior was nothing if not bold. One must know that the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse was already bleeding at this time. The craftsmen had just seen blood and were at their most agitated; their emotions were completely out of control, and rationality was gradually disappearing. At this moment, Yao Guangqi coming here alone was extremely, extremely dangerous.

And it was precisely because Yao Guangqi knew this that he had to come over quickly at this time, even alone, without bringing a single escort or yamen runner.

Because this was the most critical time, the last moment to allow rationality to return. The standoff had already formed, and someone had to stand up to break the deadlock.

The Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse was quiet for a long, long time, until finally, with a creaking sound, the gate slowly opened.

Yao Guangqi held out a hand, signaling all the yamen runners behind him not to act rashly, and then he walked into the gate step by step. His figure gradually disappeared behind the closing gate.

Not long after Yao Guangqi went in, Shen Shixing's rushing carriage arrived in front of the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse in Chongyi Ward.

"Where is Yao Guangqi!" Shen Shixing ran off the carriage hurriedly, looked around, and saw the registrar, the assistant magistrate, the jail warden, and the three classes of runners, but he didn't see Yao Guangqi, so he immediately asked loudly.

With such a big matter, Yao Guangqi actually hadn't arrived! It was a pity he was a core member of the Jin Party!

"He's inside!" The assistant magistrate wiped the sweat from his forehead and answered hurriedly.

"Inside?" Shen Shixing frowned, looked at the great dyehouse, and then asked the assistant magistrate in disbelief, "You mean Magistrate Yao Guangqi is inside the dyehouse?!"

"Reporting to the Viceroy, Magistrate Yao went in alone. The situation is currently unclear." The assistant magistrate was sweating profusely. These people from the heavens were all incredibly bold, and every one of them had big ideas!

The current Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse was essentially a dragon's den and a tiger's lair.

"How reckless!" Shen Shixing said sternly, but he quickly realized the reason for Yao Guangqi's actions. For this matter to land smoothly, someone had to stand out at this critical moment. Shen Shixing didn't even dare to think about what a mess it would be if the bloodshed continued and spread rapidly across the Southern Yamen's territory!

It would definitely be more violent than the slave revolt that had occurred at the time of the Chuan Ge Suo Qi.

Shen Shixing realized that this might be the only way: to have someone who could speak with authority and take responsibility come forward to soothe the restless emotions of the craftsmen so that the situation would not deteriorate further.

The people outside were nervous to the point of sweating, but Yao Guangqi, who had entered the dragon's den and tiger's lair, was strolling leisurely, looking around. Years of ups and downs told Yao Guangqi that fear was useless; things wouldn't change in the slightest because of your fear. Facing it calmly was the only way.

"Is this Young Master Yuan?" Yao Guangqi stopped and looked up, seeing a person hanging from the rafters. It was indeed the head of the Yuan family, Yuan Shen. He wasn't hanged to death, just hung upside down. Besides Yuan Shen, there were several head foremen hanging upside down from the rafters as well.

"Truly stupid enough." Yao Guangqi said with a sneer.

Under the leadership of this Young Master Yuan, the great dyehouse had gone from bad to worse, and the resentment of the craftsmen had grown day by day. By this point, Yuan Shen actually dared to come to the workshop; being hung up was only natural.

At the very least, he hadn't read the theory of contradictions.

Craftsmen were ultimately the most rule-abiding group of people, because those who didn't follow the rules would have production accidents. The matter had reached this point, and Yuan Shen and the few head foremen who had been caught were still alive.

"Magistrate Yao, save me!" The moment Yuan Shen saw Yao Guangqi, he immediately shouted loudly and began to struggle, swinging back and forth in the air like a swing, looking particularly ridiculous.

As soon as Yuan Shen spoke, all the craftsmen around suddenly looked over, each of them gripping their weapons tightly—all of which were production tools like hoes and iron bars.

Yao Guangqi looked left and right, picked up a dirty rag, stuffed it into Yuan Shen's mouth, and said sternly, "Noisy! You've caused such a huge disaster and are still babbling nonsense. I can't save you, and no one can save you."

It was one thing for Yuan Shen to seek his own death, but he had to babble nonsense and drag Yao Guangqi down with him!

The craftsmen saw Yao Guangqi's actions and didn't take any further steps. At the very least, this Yao Guangqi was exactly as rumored; there really was a scar on his face.

"Who is in charge here?" Yao Guangqi looked at these craftsmen, asking who the person in charge was.

"Me! My name is Zhou Jianren, and I'm from Huguang." A sturdy man who looked to be in his forties walked out and said loudly, "Magistrate Yao, I killed the people! Every debt has its debtor, every grievance has its author! I'll take responsibility for what I did! It has nothing to do with the others."

Yao Guangqi saw the ferocity in Zhou Jianren's eyes; clearly, his emotions were extremely agitated.

"You're an honest man. You wouldn't kill anyone unless you were pushed to the edge, right?" Yao Guangqi looked at Zhou Jianren and labeled him an honest man. This was appeasement, but it was also the truth. Zhou Jianren looked like the kind of person who worked hard to make a living; if he could survive, he would swallow his anger.

"If you speak with authority, I'll talk to you." Yao Guangqi looked into Zhou Jianren's eyes, not moving or yielding. In negotiations, not daring to look the other person in the eye was cowardice, was having a guilty conscience. And Yao Guangqi had nothing to feel guilty about; he had come in to solve the problem.

"Fine, where shall we talk?" Zhou Jianren reached out, signaling everyone to put down their weapons.

"Right here, in front of everyone." Yao Guangqi looked around; he didn't choose to go inside, but chose to be in the public eye.

Choosing to go inside would easily be seen by the craftsmen as having reached some shady agreement, causing the contradictions to escalate further. At this time, trust was the most precious thing.

"Here? Fine!" Zhou Jianren was stunned, then immediately said, "Magistrate Yao, Yuan Shen must die!"

"Fine, but he cannot die here, and he certainly cannot die at your hands. He can be executed according to the law, but he cannot die by private lynching." Yao Guangqi stated his bottom line. Yao Guangqi was appeasing, not indulging. Similarly, for the craftsmen, if they killed Yuan Shen and these few head foremen by private lynching, the imperial court would have no choice but to suppress them.

As soon as Yao Guangqi said this, Zhou Jianren's expression changed drastically. The craftsmen behind him gripped their weapons tightly, looking nervously at the two men talking, as if they would start fighting if one word went wrong.

Even though Yao Guangqi was only wearing a plain robe, these craftsmen still treated him like a formidable enemy.

"Zhou Jianren, and the thirty-some craftsmen present, as well as the seventy-two craftsmen apprentices watching over there—you have all taken action, blood has been shed, and the bodies are piled by the wall. Have you thought about what to do next?" Yao Guangqi spoke unhurriedly, his words methodical, leaving as much time as possible for these craftsmen to think.

They chose to rise up in resistance when oppressed. When Yuan Shen led a group of retainers to the dyehouse to beat people and even kill, the contradictions intensified to the point where the craftsmen retaliated in kind, picking up weapons to protect themselves. Now that the matter had temporarily come to an end, with Yuan Shen hanging there, were they going to kill Yuan Shen to vent their anger, or choose to believe that the imperial court would uphold justice?

In fact, the craftsmen were currently at a crossroads, and they themselves were very confused, not knowing where to go.

"The Emperor has issued a new imperial decree to have the Songjiang Prefecture Household Department notarize labor contracts to ensure the payment of labor remuneration. For those who refuse to pay, their property will be confiscated! This is a clear decree, and the imperial decree has already arrived at the Songjiang Prefectural Yamen. The Emperor has always kept his word!" Yao Guangqi saw the craftsmen beginning to hesitate and immediately brought out his trump card. Yao Guangqi played the "Emperor" card.

The credibility of the Great Ming Emperor was known to all under heaven.

Songjiang Prefecture especially trusted the Emperor. Xu Jie had died in the celestial prison, and the biggest dark cloud hanging over Songjiang Prefecture had been cleared away by the Emperor's own hand, allowing Songjiang Prefecture to see the light again. When Xu Jie's power was at its peak, all the taxes of Songjiang Prefecture had to pass through Xu Jie's residence.

The Emperor was Yao Guangqi's greatest source of confidence in coming in alone!

He knew that if he said the Emperor would provide a fair and just trial, the craftsmen would believe him, because the Emperor truly would uphold justice.

The craftsmen's expressions showed some shock, and then the hands gripping their weapons slowly let go, and then they put down their weapons. Yes, no matter how bad the world was, the Emperor was still worth trusting once.

There was a man named Chen Dazhuang, whose father had delivered a funeral for the dogs of the Kong family in Yanzhou. Ling Yunyi had given Chen Dazhuang a chance to choose, and Chen Dazhuang had chosen to believe in the Emperor.

The Kong family in Yanzhou collapsed with a crash.

Yao Guangqi watched the craftsmen put down their weapons. In that instant, he suddenly had a deeper understanding of the sixteen characters: "The state loses its great trust, the hearts of the people are suspicious; ten thousand men with one strength, invincible under heaven." The Emperor was just like that; as long as he made a promise, he would fulfill it.

Having such a monarch gave officials like Yao Guangqi and Shen Shixing endless confidence when doing things.

"Zhou Jianren, are you willing to bear the consequences of killing someone yourself? Killing someone requires paying with your life." Yao Guangqi actually knew that these words were inappropriate and shouldn't be said now. He should have waited until the craftsmen had completely put down their weapons, until the matter was over, and until everyone had been thrown into prison before asking.

But Yao Guangqi still raised this sharp question in front of Zhou Jianren.

"I did it!" Zhou Jianren didn't hesitate at all, taking all the blame upon himself.

"Do you know about Zhao Laoqi?" Yao Guangqi spoke as fast as he could, fearing that if he spoke too slowly, the craftsmen would crack his skull with the hammers in their hands!

When this key question was raised, these craftsmen had already begun to stir!

"Who is that?" Zhou Jianren asked suspiciously.

"A case the Emperor personally inquired about." Yao Guangqi recounted the case of Zhao Laoqi. Zhao Laoqi from the Vegetable Camp was the one who was stronger than the Emperor, wrestled with the Emperor, and posed a substantial threat to the Emperor, the number one expert in the youth group. After the Emperor personally inquired about the case of Zhao Laoqi killing Sun Keyi's retainers and litigious scoundrels, Zhao Laoqi didn't have to pay with his life, but was exiled to Yingchang.

Of course, Zhao Laoqi had immense strength, and after arriving in Yingchang, he performed many military exploits and was already a battalion commander.

This case had many similarities to the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse case, but there were also differences. The biggest difference was that Zhao Laoqi's killing was an outburst of anger from the heart, a personal anger; while the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse case was the collective anger of the craftsmen.

This was the difference.

Yao Guangqi said very solemnly, "I cannot promise you that you can obtain leniency on the grounds of legitimate self-defense like Zhao Laoqi, but I can tell you that this possibility exists, or I can be more blunt: you can always believe in the Emperor."

"Are you willing to believe in the imperial court once more, to believe in the Emperor once more?"

"Of course." Zhou Jianren answered immediately. He believed in Yao Guangqi because Yao Guangqi had a scar on his face, a scar left behind to protect the seaweed of the fishermen. He was also willing to believe in the Emperor because the Emperor kept his word.

"I will disperse the yamen runners, leaving only ten people responsible for escorting these criminals to the Shanghai County prison. How about you have the craftsmen return to their homes, and you yourself surrender?" Yao Guangqi offered a solution. The most urgent task at hand was to let the craftsmen leave and calm down from their angry emotions.

Zhou Jianren said solemnly, "Fine."

Yao Guangqi walked out of the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse and had the yamen runners disperse. Then, the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse opened its gate. When the craftsmen saw that there were no yamen runners surrounding them outside, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts, leaving quickly. Zhou Jianren didn't have any thoughts of taking advantage of the chaos to escape either, but watched Yuan Shen, waiting for the yamen runners to put shackles on him.

Shen Shixing strode into the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse, looked at Yuan Shen, who was hanging upside down, turning three times to the left and three times to the right, and said to Chen Tiande, "Commander Chen, please find three long poles, preferably over a zhang high."

"What for?" Chen Tiande asked suspiciously. What was Shen Shixing trying to do?

"Parade him through the streets. Hang Yuan Shen on the long poles and parade him through the streets." Shen Shixing patted Yuan Shen's face and said with a smile, "I was just worrying about how to execute the Emperor's decree, and now that I'm sleepy, someone has handed me a pillow. Young Master Yuan, lend me your head to promote the imperial court's political orders!"

Chen Tiande didn't understand; the twists and turns in the bellies of these scholars were truly too many. But Yao Guangqi understood immediately and cursed the old fox under his breath.

The Emperor's imperial decree had two matters. The first was naturally the notarization of labor contracts, and the second was the exploration of the collective ownership economic system. How should the system be established for craftsmen to hold shares in the workshop? How should shares be divided? How should major decisions be made? And so on. All these problems needed to be explored.

Now, the Tang Hongyuan Great Dyehouse, a ready-made pilot workshop, had appeared just like that. This was the role of Young Master Yuan's head.

Therefore, Yuan Shen had to die. Shen Shixing wanted to promote the political orders; he really wanted to advance. If he didn't want to advance, why would he suffer in Songjiang Prefecture?

"Magistrate Yao is truly bold, daring to come to the dragon's den alone. I, Shen, admire you. I will definitely report this matter truthfully to the imperial court and request a reward for Magistrate Yao!" Shen Shixing was very satisfied with Yao Guangqi's handling of the matter. As for the struggle between the Chu Party and the Jin Party, that was naturally something to be fought over, but fighting didn't mean stealing the credit of others. Shen Shixing had never stolen the credit of any of his subordinates.

"Thank you, Viceroy. Actually, I'm not that bold. It's just that I've dealt with the common people a lot and know that these craftsmen are the most rule-abiding." Yao Guangqi sighed and said, "The world shouldn't be like this. The more rule-abiding people are, the more they get bullied."

The thread of the entire event's development was extremely clear: the head foreman injured the apprentice, and the craftsmen rose up in resistance. Yuan Shen heard this, brought his retainers to beat the craftsmen, and even killed someone. Only after seeing blood did the craftsmen begin to defend themselves and beat the retainers to death. The facts were very clear.

"Let's go, parade him through the streets!" Shen Shixing waved his hand and had the yamen runners hang Yuan Shen on the long poles, parading him through the streets.

Sun Kehong, the Merchant Chief of the Songjiang Ocean Trading Company, who had arrived late, saw Yuan Shen being hung on the long poles and paraded through the streets from afar, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the contradictions wouldn't escalate further. If a riot had broken out, no one would have been able to escape.

When the nest is overturned, are there any intact eggs?

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