Chapter 701: Wanli, Wanli, Ten Thousand Families are Full of Resentment

Chen Mo detained Lin Fucheng in the prison of the Shanghai County Yamen and immediately began the interrogation.

"Master Lin, when you went to Baoding, I was the one protecting you. I don't understand. Before the interrogation, I want to ask you why. Did His Majesty not do well enough?" Chen Mo did not let the jailer start recording, but asked a more personal question.

Lin Fucheng's trip to Baoding was also a narrow escape. A stinky old scholar who only knew how to read books dared to run to Baoding to expose things that no one dared to speak about. It was truly lawless. And now, Lin Fucheng was arrested and imprisoned by his own hands. The charge was "pointing fingers at the imperial carriage." Hence Hai Rui was arrested for a "Peace Memorial" back then, and there was a reasonable charge, which was scolding the Emperor.

Hence Hai Rui couldn't bear to scold the current Majesty, but Lin Fucheng scolded him. This was something Chen Mo could not understand no matter what.

In order to let Lin Fucheng be an opinionated troublemaker with peace of mind and say what he wanted to say, His Majesty gave everything he could give.

Going to Suiyuan for study, His Majesty sent people to protect him, and even the "Xiaoyao Yiwen" miscellaneous newspaper of the Guangde Bookstore survived because of the protection of Wang Qian and Young Master Huang.

Lin Fucheng did not repay the kindness, but like those cheap Confucian scholars, scolded the Emperor.

"No, His Majesty did very well. Qin, Han, Tang, and Song ancestors have long since passed away, and His Majesty is a living sage. For thirteen years, His Majesty proved with his own perseverance that he is the master of the world. Precisely because he did well, I had to write such a miscellaneous newspaper." Lin Fucheng was very positive about His Majesty's achievements, but still had to criticize.

"Lin Fucheng, from Shanghai, fifth-rank Doctor of the Five Classics. Was that article in the August issue of 'Xiaoyao Yiwen' written by you?" Chen Mo began the interrogation.

"Yes."

"Did you write it alone? Did anyone help you, or did anyone instigate you?"

"I wrote it alone. No one helped me, and no one instigated me."

"Who instigated you to write the article?"

"No one instigated me."

Time passed quickly in the questions and answers. Chen Mo checked the confession, handed it to Lin Fucheng, and said: "Ensure that the record is the same as your statement. If you find omissions or errors, propose corrections immediately. If you are sure there is no problem, sign on each page. Do not use pseudonyms or aliases. The signature on each page must be clear, and then press your fingerprint on the seam."

The Embroidered Uniform Guard did not necessarily use torture to interrogate cases. Like Lin Fucheng, he was very cooperative and explained the problem clearly.

In Chen Mo's view, it was because Lin Fucheng knew that Young Master Huang was the Emperor, so he was a bit broken and afraid that his words would not be finished, so he wrote such a miscellaneous newspaper. An opinionated troublemaker, even if his life was ended, had to finish his words. In a sense, Lin Fucheng was a true opinionated troublemaker.

That Yuan Zongdao didn't even dare to finish listening to the words, and didn't even dare to put his nine generations of relatives on the gambling table. What kind of opinionated troublemaker was he?

"What will happen?" Lin Fucheng asked after signing and pressing his fingerprint.

"I don't know." Chen Mo put away the confession, shook his head and said: "I don't know what will happen. It's useless for you to regret it now."

"Do you think I'm right?" Lin Fucheng asked with a smile.

"Bewitching the crowd with demon words!" Chen Mo flicked his sleeves hard and said sternly.

"Hahaha!"

Great Ming Emperor Zhu Yijun, accompanied by Yao Guangqi, conducted a comprehensive inspection of the Songjiang Prefecture Iron Horse Factory and gave full affirmation to Yao Guangqi's work, because the Songjiang Prefecture Iron Horse Factory had already started production, and the iron horses produced began to stably supply the official and private workshops in Songjiang Prefecture, with reliable quality and high stability.

Zhu Yijun, who was in a very good mood, returned to the villa outside the Yan Zheng Tower, leaned on the grand master's chair, and read a few miscellaneous newspapers to pass the time.

"Is this Lin Fucheng crazy! He actually dared to scold me! How dare he scold me!" Zhu Yijun stood up from the grand master's chair, threw the miscellaneous newspaper in his hand fiercely on the table, with an unbelievable expression on his face, and said sternly: "Crazy! It's simply rebellious! Arrest him to prison immediately! Immediately!"

Zhu Yijun was scolded until he was red with anger, furious, because Lin Fucheng said in the miscellaneous newspaper that "Jiajing, Jiajing, every family is clean; Wanli, Wanli, ten thousand families are full of resentment!"

He finally realized the feeling of the Daoist master seeing those eight characters in his later years. The Great Ming Emperor wanted to kill Lin Fucheng's whole family immediately!

"The Embroidered Uniform Guard has already brought him to justice." Feng Bao said cautiously. His Majesty was truly furious. Generally speaking, His Majesty would not pay too much attention to the accusations of these literati. His Majesty often treated these with a bit of playfulness and mockery, and would not take them seriously.

But this miscellaneous newspaper of Lin Fucheng could make His Majesty's defense break. Obviously, it hit the point and hit the pain.

The order to arrest people was not issued by Zhu Yijun. He had just seen this miscellaneous newspaper and was already so angry that he was smoking from his seven orifices!

Zhu Yijun said sternly: "He said that my sympathy for the poor and suffering is false! How dare he say that about me! Throughout the dynasties, except for me and the Taizu Gao Emperor who knew how to farm, who knew how to farm? The sweet potatoes that I personally bred and compiled into agricultural books for promotion have been planted all over the north and south of the Great River! To this day! Sweet potatoes are still not taxed! This means that the local yamen absolutely cannot collect taxes on the side!"

"How is it false! Is he blind! Blind! What ten thousand families are full of resentment, have I worked hard for thirteen years in vain?"

The Daoist master was scolded because he was really rotten. Zhu Yijun had never slacked off in these thirteen years. Why was he scolded like this?

Other accusations, Zhu Yijun would endure. He was used to being scolded, so he was naturally immune. But only on this point, he did not recognize it!

His sympathy was never false! He was changing the Great Ming step by step on the ground. Red bean porridge in a broken bowl, roasted sweet potatoes in a stove, were becoming the memory of a generation or even several generations.

The positioning of sweet potatoes and potatoes has always been famine-relief food. The Emperor does not collect taxes on these two crops, so the local government cannot collect taxes on the side. Those gentry who act as tigers for the tiger have no tiger, so they have no way to be ghosts. Even some middle-class families will choose red bean porridge when the green and yellow are not connected.

It doesn't taste good, and eating too much causes stomach bloating and acid, and the nutrition is not very rich, but having something to eat is the most important thing right now.

"Go and bring him to me! I want to confront him face to face!" Zhu Yijun knew very well that he could actually not express his position and let the Great Ming's error-correction mechanism run. This Lin Fucheng would not die but would lose a layer of skin, but he just wanted to confront Lin Fucheng face to face!

"Your Majesty, Lin Fucheng is too eloquent." Feng Bao carefully reminded His Majesty that Lin Fucheng was not easy to deal with, and he had never been defeated in debating Confucian scholars, and even those great lamas in Suiyuan were not Lin Fucheng's opponents.

"Bring him here." Zhu Yijun said quite calmly. He wanted to see what Lin Fucheng had to say.

When Zhu Yijun finished reading Lin Fucheng's entire miscellaneous newspaper, he was angry, but he didn't feel that what he said made any sense. But after calming down a bit, Zhu Yijun was somewhat annoyed. He shouldn't have summoned him. This opinionated troublemaker still had some truth in what he said.

"The guilty minister pays homage to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty." Lin Fucheng came to the imperial presence with shackles and bowed respectfully.

"Remove the shackles and get up to answer." Zhu Yijun waved his hand impatiently. The more he looked at Lin Fucheng, the more annoyed he became. This Lin Fucheng was not made difficult by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, so he was neatly dressed and energetic.

After the Embroidered Uniform Guard removed the shackles, Lin Fucheng stood up, bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty, suddenly there is an undercurrent coming from the bottom of the river, rolling the water surface into wheels. Crises are often hidden under the water surface. By the time it is exposed, it is too late."

"Just like the Zhejiang Nine Battalions entering the city to suppress bandits, it is a true portrayal of the undercurrent."

"Is it that you are the only direct minister, loyal minister, independent minister, and remonstrating minister in the world?" Zhu Yijun pointed at the table and said: "You wrote this rebellious miscellaneous newspaper, making me difficult. If I don't punish you severely, all these literati will despise me and bully me in the future! You say it yourself, how should I punish you so that people in the world will not dare to offend me, and at the same time not block the road of speech and make the world speechless?"

Zhu Yijun realized the difficulty of the Daoist master back then. Once the "Peace Memorial" came out, the Daoist master could not kill him. If he killed Hence Hai Rui, the world would scold the Daoist master as a tyrant. At the same time, the Great Ming's already weak error-correction mechanism would completely dissipate, and the original serious concealment and the inability to reach the lower situation would become even more serious. But if he didn't kill him, where would the Emperor's face go? In the end, he could only lock him up.

Hence Hai Rui did break the Daoist master's defense. Zhu Yijun admitted that Lin Fucheng also broke the defense of this Great Ming sage.

Because Lin Fucheng was right.

Lin Fucheng's entire miscellaneous newspaper had one core content: the rich are getting richer, the poor are getting poorer, every family has resentment, everyone has complaints, and the Emperor, as the sovereign, has an unshirkable responsibility. His Majesty's new policies are all superficial articles.

The Wanli Reform looks vigorous and colorful, but they are all superficial articles. Only this sweet potato is a good policy that truly benefits the people. Everything else is superficial articles and has not gone deep into the foundation!

"How about exile to Java?" Lin Fucheng said tentatively, finding a place of exile for himself, the top-level treatment other than beheading.

He knew he had gone too far, but everyone wanted to live. It's better to live than to die.

"If you want to go to Java to investigate the plantation industry, you can tell me directly. I will send a few ships to protect you. You made it look like exile. Are you satisfied?" Zhu Yijun was still patting the table. This Lin Fucheng did things without any smoothness. Even if you have reason, you should go around in circles.

Now he has put people up.

Even if this sentence was "Wanli, Wanli, ten thousand families are full of profit," instead of "full of resentment," Zhu Yijun could show mercy, but Lin Fucheng was outspoken.

"Just exile to Java!" Zhu Yijun picked up the miscellaneous newspaper, looked at Lin Fucheng and said angrily: "You live well, don't die over there. Write a letter back to the capital every year so that I know you are alive. That place, one year is five, don't think that soldiers can hold on, you can too."

"You are right, I accept your criticism."

"This article of yours, I summarized it. The results of the Wanli Reform are naturally fruitful, but these fruits have all been divided by hereditary officials, officials selected by officials, powerful gentry, and local gentry. The middle-class families, common people, and poor people who occupy the majority of the Great Ming have not received much benefit."

Lin Fucheng knelt again and said loudly: "The guilty minister is presumptuous, but these words must be spoken. This layer of window paper must be poked through!"

By this time, Lin Fucheng still did not regret the miscellaneous newspaper he published without permission. If it came again, even if he was beheaded, he would do so.

He was poking through this layer of window paper that was trying to cover up. It looked like a thin layer, but it was as difficult as going to heaven to speak it out. But as long as it was spoken out, everyone could not pretend not to see it, and the Great Ming country could continue to move forward in the intensification of contradictions.

Does this count as his martyrdom? Entering the game with his body and winning half a son? It is mostly counted, but Lin Fucheng knows very well that His Majesty is a reasonable person. As long as the words are reasonable, His Majesty will not kill him, but it doesn't count. Who knows if His Majesty will really kill his whole family when he is angry?

Lin Fucheng is not for hyping his own reputation. The bond of nine generations is reality.

"Your Majesty, the teacher is here." Feng Bao whispered. Great Ming Grand Tutor, Left Pillar State, Imperial Teacher, Earl of Yicheng, Grand Secretary of the Wenyuan Pavilion, Minister of Personnel Zhang Juzheng saw the miscellaneous newspaper and immediately came to the villa to see His Majesty.

"Proclaim."

"The minister pays homage to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty! This kind of rebel actually doesn't wear shackles!" As soon as Zhang Juzheng entered the door, he first paid his respects, and then said angrily. Lin Fucheng actually didn't wear shackles. Who was so lawless that he dared to harbor a rebel!

"Teacher, don't be impatient. I asked someone to remove them for him. He wants to be Bi Gan and cut his heart to prove his loyalty, but I don't want to be King Zhou." Zhu Yijun sighed and signaled Zhang Juzheng not to be so angry and sit down to talk.

Zhang Juzheng did not sit down, but bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty, Lin Fucheng pointed fingers at the imperial carriage, made slander for favor, slaughtered the foundation of the country, recklessly set up demon words to bewitch the crowd, spoke evil words against heaven and earth, and was rebellious. His crime should be punished! The minister asks Your Majesty to punish this villain to correct the hearing!"

The bad name of killing people does not need to be borne by His Majesty, he, Zhang Juzheng, will bear it.

In Zhang Juzheng's words, the most important thing is "slaughtering the foundation of the country." In the feudal imperial system, attacking the sage king, no matter what, Zhang Juzheng could not recognize it. If he didn't kill him, he couldn't establish prestige.

"I have never been worried about bearing a bad name. Since the beginning of the southern tour, I have killed more than 720 people in the Hejian Zhang clan of Tianjin Prefecture. When I arrived in Xuzhou, because of the corruption case of the former Xuzhou Prefect Chen Wuyin, it finally reached the point of torture for pay. When I arrived in Zhejiang, I copied the homes of all the big families with more than 100 hectares. Wherever I went, it was a bloody storm." Zhu Yijun talked about this southern tour.

On the way to the southern tour, Zhu Yijun killed many, many people, and the torture for pay in the Southern Yamen and the rebellion suppression in Zhejiang, these two things alone could leave a bad name for thousands of years. He never cared about his reputation.

"This Lin Fucheng still has some truth in what he said." Zhu Yijun said somewhat helplessly: "The Wanli Reform has fruitful results, but they have all been stolen. It is my fault."

"What truth? It's just nonsense! Your Majesty, don't believe him!" Zhang Juzheng was still aggressive, looking like he wanted to kill someone.

When he saw the eight characters "Wanli, Wanli, ten thousand families are full of resentment," Zhang Juzheng was even angrier than the Emperor. He wanted to kill him immediately, and he also hated himself. What kind of dog-shit smooth road of speech, he shouldn't have let these opinionated troublemakers talk nonsense. Punishing nine generations to achieve the effect of intimidation is the fastest and most stable way.

Seeing Zhang Juzheng's anger, Zhu Yijun became more peaceful. He looked at Zhang Juzheng and said: "Teacher, don't be angry. Sit down and talk. Calm down. I'm not angry anymore. Why are you angry, teacher?"

"Lin Fucheng started from the Land Measurement Law. The Land Measurement Law was done, but the return of land has never had any further action. Now, the places where land is being returned are only Songjiang Prefecture and Zhejiang, and Zhejiang was forced to do it. If it weren't for the fire at the place of residence, I'm afraid Zhejiang would not have returned the land."

"That's right, Lin Fucheng guessed right. I didn't intend to return the land during this southern tour."

Zhang Juzheng finally sat down and immediately said: "This is not that I don't want to do it, but the timing is not ripe."

Zhu Yijun shook his head and said: "Then when is it considered ripe? Or rather, has the court really defined the standard for the timing to be ripe? No, no one mentions it. This is not that the timing is not ripe, but that the court has no intention to promote the return of land at all. Teacher, you have already returned the government, and I have slacked off."

"Returning land is the redistribution of means of production, which will inevitably trigger more intense social contradictions and conflicts. Whether it is early or late, this pain is inevitable."

Lin Fucheng expressed his doubts about the Land Return Law. Is His Majesty satisfied with the achievements of the new policy? Satisfied to the point of slacking off?

"The Land Return Memorial was written by me, the minister... I think it's better not to do it." Zhang Juzheng was silent for a moment, but gave his own view. The Great Ming is good enough, even if the land is not returned, because the thick profit of opening the sea is enough to alleviate the widespread contradiction between people and land, and it is not necessary to excessively pursue the redistribution of means of production.

"Why not do it? Because there will be an intensification of contradictions, and even a crisis in the country, or more clearly, it may endanger my safety, or my throne. So, teacher, do you still think Lin Fucheng's criticism is wrong?" Zhu Yijun sighed and said.

Although Zhu Yijun, Zhang Juzheng, and Lin Fucheng did not say it so clearly, the meaning was very clear. The Emperor, perhaps or is becoming an obstacle to the new policy, and the initiator and host of the new policy, the Emperor, has become an obstacle to the new policy, so the new policy will inevitably fail.

As the supreme Emperor, for the sake of temporary peace, for the sake of greed for comfort, choosing to become the sage king who governs by doing nothing in the mouth of the cheap Confucian scholars, the new policy stagnates, and even retreats, seems to be a better choice.

And the fact is that Zhu Yijun is indeed a bit slacked off. As the host of the new policy, he did not continue to promote the Land Return Order and the Single Whip Law.

"Zhejiang is already doing it. Lin Fucheng is wrong." Zhang Juzheng was still very persistent. How could the Land Return Order not be promoted? The wealthy families with more than 100 hectares in Zhejiang were copied, and the land was distributed to the people. Is it fake?

And the distributed land has no land deed. These lands belong to the collective, with 110 households in one village as the standard, collectively owned, and no form of trading is allowed.

Zhu Yijun didn't say much. He knew very well that even if he talked about the sky today, Zhang Juzheng would not admit that Lin Fucheng was right. If Lin Fucheng is right, His Majesty is wrong, but His Majesty is a sage king, which is an undeniable fact. At least Zhang Juzheng cannot deny it. The Zhang faction with Zhang Juzheng as the core, the Chu faction, and even the capable officials of the world cannot deny it. Otherwise, what are their efforts and struggles?

In Zhu Yijun's view, Lin Fucheng's words made some sense. The Land Return Order and the Single Whip Law in Songjiang Prefecture were executed very well. Songjiang Prefecture substantially abolished labor service and instead distributed labor service to the land, but the Great Ming court had no intention of fully promoting the policy.

Zhu Yijun continued: "Teacher, I am indeed a bit slacked off. Look, that Ren family and Chu family are doing money business in Songjiang Prefecture under the name of insurance, lending usury, and usury. I don't approve of it, but I only dealt with the Ren family and the Chu family, but did not make further institutional construction to improve and strike at these fund-raising and lending industries."

"I actually hold a bit of schadenfreude. After being deceived more and suffering more losses, the court will intervene, and they will be willing. But this state affair is not a child's play, and you can't gamble."

Lin Fucheng's criticism is not empty, but very real. He mentioned the chaos of insurance in Songjiang Prefecture, and the Emperor did not make further disposal, and even refused to establish the most basic supervision. This is the Emperor watching the fun and sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight.

But the Emperor's watching the fun and sitting idly by is a kind of harm to the people, and the sympathy for the poor and suffering is false.

Sitting idly by and watching the chaos of insurance is indulging in illegality. The biggest victims are still the poor and suffering who bear high interest rates, and the middle-class families who have been deceived. Their savings of a lifetime are destroyed in an instant.

The official insurance of the Great Ming is true insurance, allowing the risks of sea merchants to be shared, so that even if the ships are swallowed by the violent ocean, they will not lose everything, and they can at least continue to practice. This is a way to share risks. However, for voyages of more than 50,000 miles, the only ones that can be protected are the sea merchants belonging to the ocean-going firms, all of whom are powerful gentry.

The Great Ming court's policy only protects the interests of the powerful gentry and does not protect the people under the powerful gentry. If this is not false sympathy, what is it?

Lin Fucheng's criticism is not a general, empty criticism, not the kind of yin and yang, pointing at the mulberry and scolding the locust tree of the cheap Confucian scholars, but scolding very directly.

Zhu Yijun took a deep breath and said: "In this way, rely on the Songjiang Prefecture Maritime School to expand. I will take out one million silver, specifically for the expansion of the Maritime School, and establish a three-level affiliated school, specifically for cultivating mathematical talents. Real money and silver investment and more mathematical talents are the key to solving the problem."

"Similarly, the Songjiang Prefecture Insurance Division, specifically for the supervision of censors, must fully review any merchants engaged in insurance business, especially qualification review, strictly and strictly. If necessary, the Tax Audit Institute must also cooperate with actions to penetrate and review their actual owners and make up for tax payments."

"Necessary supervision is imperative. Similarly, after the court obtains more mathematical talents, the scope of official insurance will be expanded."

"If there is a problem, it must be solved."

"Your Majesty is wise." Zhang Juzheng bowed again and said.

The widespread lack of mathematical talents is the dilemma facing the court. Galileo came to the Great Ming and was no less than the Doctors of the Five Classics in mathematics, which already explained the problem. The Great Ming is a heavenly kingdom, has the most complete education system, has the most perfect talent cultivation process, and has the most scholars in the world, but the masters in mathematics are at the same level as the barbarians. This is the embarrassment of talent shortage.

His Majesty had to come up with his own way: krypton gold to become stronger.

"By the way, rectify these messy insurance money shops in Songjiang Prefecture. At least don't let the wealthy families hide behind the scenes, earn the most money, but don't bear any responsibility. There is no such good thing in the world." Zhu Yijun further clearly made arrangements.

"As for you, Lin Fucheng, you should go to Java. Don't return to the hinterland for three to five years, and don't die outside." Zhu Yijun took a deep breath and punished Lin Fucheng. Exile is a must, even if he has some truth, but the feudal imperial system has its own limitations.

Scolding the Emperor, he must not be allowed to retreat completely.

"Your Majesty, such a rebel, not killing him is not enough to correct the hearing!" Zhang Juzheng was still very persistent.

"Teacher, if criticism is not allowed, then praise has no meaning. That's it." Zhu Yijun still did not follow the Grand Tutor's suggestion and chose exile instead of beheading.

Allowing criticism is not allowing the absolute freedom faction and cheap Confucian scholars to talk nonsense and fabricate.

"The guilty minister, kowtows to thank the imperial grace." Lin Fucheng kowtowed again to thank him. His Majesty really showed mercy. In this matter, if His Majesty really wanted to punish his whole family, no one would plead for him, but if he came again, he would still say it and publish this miscellaneous newspaper.

"Go down. I will let the Marquis of Yingyang take care of you." Zhu Yijun waved his hand, signaling Lin Fucheng to leave.

Lin Fucheng packed his bags, looked at the fifth-rank official robe, the tablet, the seal, etc., and sighed heavily. He handed these things to the Embroidered Uniform Guard, but Chen Mo did not accept them. This was not within his authority. He went to inquire with the accompanying officials of the Ministry of Personnel, but the Ministry of Personnel said that the Doctors of the Five Classics were not under their control. Lin Fucheng ran around and finally found the eunuch of the Seal Office to return the seal, but was told by the eunuch of the Seal Office that without an imperial decree, it would not be taken back.

"Grand Eunuch Zhang, Grand Eunuch Zhang, this official status and seal are not managed by the outer court, nor by the inner court. Where should I return them?" Lin Fucheng met Zhang Hong. In fact, Lin Fucheng ran around and was known by the eunuchs in the palace. Zhang Hong came specifically to handle this matter.

"Fifth-rank Doctor of the Five Classics, tsk tsk." Zhang Hong grabbed the seal, looked at it for a long time, then put it back and said: "Every Doctor of the Five Classics is personally appointed by His Majesty. Since His Majesty didn't say to take it back, you should keep it. Do you think you can survive in Nanyang without this official robe and official status?"

This official status of Lin Fucheng is not the official status of the Governor's Mansion, but the official status of the Great Ming hinterland, personally appointed by the Emperor. When he arrives in Nanyang, he is an extremely special existence. Whether it is the State Surname Zhengma or the Marquis of Yingyang Zhang Yuanxun, they must send people to protect him well to prevent accidents.

This is not an official status, but Lin Fucheng's life-saving talisman, the guarantee that he can live.

"His Majesty asked me to give you a book, an agricultural book. When you arrive in Nanyang, figure out all the things about the Nanyang plantation. As an opinionated troublemaker, play your role and give opinions well." Zhang Hong took out an agricultural book personally compiled by the Emperor and handed it to Lin Fucheng. Going to Nanyang is exile, and he also gave him the task of fully understanding the situation of the Nanyang plantation.

"The guilty minister kowtows to thank the imperial grace." Lin Fucheng bowed deeply in the direction of the Northern Villa Palace and wept bitterly. ===== CHAPTER 702 =====