Xu Jingchang is in Jinan. He is Xu Da's grandson and a royal relative, so his prestige is naturally enough.

He stared at Jinan Prefecture carefully, and scouts kept taking turns to various parts of Jinan Prefecture every day.

In a word: Be peaceful, don’t make trouble!

For this reason, he placed a large cage outside his station, plus several machetes.

His murderous behavior still scared many people.

After Fang Xing's purge, the gentry was still scared. Xu Jingchang was a royal relative, who dared to mess with him?

So Xu Jingchang became proud.

But Wang Shang didn't have time to be proud, and he was busy publishing the first newspaper.

When the first newspaper was freshly released from the cage, Wang Shang, who was guarding the printing room, couldn't wait to see the effect.

See Ming Pao!

This is Fang Xing's calligraphy.

Wang Shang had thought about imperial pen at the beginning, but Fang Xing denied it completely that this was the battle below. If Zhu Zhanji was brought into the battle group, his influence would certainly be expanded, but the contradictions would increase a lot.

See the clarity!

This is that article. Even if someone specially invited to check it out, Wang Shang has to do it himself.

"hair!"

...

When Wang Shang walked into the yamen of the governor, those complicated gazes seemed to him to become short swords. He wanted to reach out and grab them, and then turn the short sword into words and spray them towards the entire Ming Dynasty!

"I've seen an adult."

Chang Yu's face was a little pale. He slowly stood up and smiled and said, "Mr. Bailian is here, but I am not feeling well and I am rude."

Wang Shang held a newspaper in his hand, and he said, "Mr. Chang, this is a visit to Ming Pao. According to the arrangements before Xinghe Bo left, it should be sent from the yamen of the governor and transmitted to various places in the Ming Dynasty."

Chang Yu took the newspaper and just smiled bitterly at first sight.

The title reads the author: Da Mingxing and Bo!

This is because the matter is not big enough!

Chang Yu looked carefully and found that there were seven articles on one hand, and the beginning was Fang Xing’s article.

“…”…The gentry’s greed is endless, their desire for land and slaves can almost destroy the world. God blocks the gods, Buddha blocks the Buddhas…”

Too intense!

Chang Yu shook his head and said after reading this article: "Xing Hebo's words are too intense, like a manifesto. If it is sent, it will cause trouble!"

Wang Shang didn't think so: "Mr. Chang, after the Jinan incident, after cleaning up the fields, there is still room for ease? Could it be that the gentlemen would..."

Chang Yu glanced at him and had nothing to say to the rebellious old man.

"Your Majesty has agreed to this matter, so I will do it here..."

...

In the Baoding Prefecture Government Office, a horse came quickly and when he was about to stop the horse, the postman on the horse handed a bamboo tube to the small official who was greeting and said, "Report from the residence!"

The little official brought the bamboo tube in, and a roar soon came from inside.

"This...is a problem!"

"Press it on the city gate and let people look at it. Don't be torn and correct it. You can also get some pens, ink, paper and inkstones and let them copy it!"

The city gate soon posted a newspaper, and those who were in and out stopped.

“…See Ming Pao?”

A scholar shook his head and said, "...Jianming, author... Daming... Xinghe Bo..."

"Read it!"

The person next to him shouted when he saw the scholar's face flushed and full of anger. Then he remembered that he was a scholar and shrank back.

The scholar pointed at Di Bao and said angrily: "All nonsense! All nonsense!"

At this time, two young people squeezed in, and one of them said loudly: "...The rise and fall of all dynasties alternate, and the rise and fall are all suffering for the people..."

"…In the past Song Dynasty, the gentry and powerful men were greedy and concealed the land. When King Jing was defeated, he had no chance of life..."

"......... When we were in our dynasty, there were still a lot of land in the early days, and the people were able to live in peace. Now that the mergers and reorganizations have begun, refugees are everywhere..."

"...Taxes are the foundation of a country. Emperor Taizu Gao asked poor students to reduce taxes and exempt labor, and has become a powerful tool for mergers... The method of avoiding taxes is spectacular!"

"...I look at the poor family. Now I see that the gentry of the Ming Dynasty is a poor family. I guess there is no overnight food at home, so I can grab it..."

"...Industry and commerce are not prosperous, the country is not strong, there is no wealth... and it is not all that can stop, and the people at the bottom will never have peace!"

After reading the two young men turned around and said, "We are a science student. In the future, we will come to read it to everyone. If you don't understand, you can ask us."

"The gentry of the Ming Dynasty is all poor? What did you say?"

Someone asked in the crowd, and then looked at the gathered men in blue clothes timidly.

"This means that most scholars who are famous today are exempted from taxes and labor that are favorable to poor students. If they are not poor, why should they be exempted from it?"

"Yes! Why should I be exempted?"

The two young men looked at the men in blue-shirted faces and said, "After exemption, you can accept the donation. It was originally a national wealth, but it turned into private enjoyment. When more and more investments are made in the future, who will pay taxes? Who will support the army? Where can the court get money to provide relief if it is affected?"

"Okay, let's copy a few copies here and take two of them away. Everyone can pick up the rest."

The yamen runners were right next to them, and two young men took paper and pen, and then squatted on the ground to copy.

After writing, the two of them took one, squeezed into the crowd and left quietly.

The scene was silent, and the men in blue-clothed clothes muttered gloomy faces, and then they dispersed.

"Everything is crazy! Crazy! I still refuse to calm down. Who is the benefit of making trouble? No one is there!"

Complaints came from the government office and then fell into silence.

But it was already in full swing outside.

"What does this mean? Want to slander us?"

A group of scholars found a restaurant to have a party. During the meal, all kinds of anger were swelling, and the shopkeeper and the client didn't dare to get close.

"That man is unscrupulous, and His Majesty actually lets him..."

"Shut up!"

A man shouted, "Don't mention Your Majesty, be careful to cause trouble."

After a moment of silence, a young man stood up and said, "Look at the people, they all believe it. Everyone, if this continues, we will become borers!"

Another man said in a deep voice: "Don't forget, some people have been saying that the government will implement a tax system in the future, and this is the deadly thing!"

"Once the tax system is over, what are those farmers afraid of? If you pay more land, pay less, and if you pay less, who will be in trouble in the end?"

"We are unlucky! We will be the same as those farmers and the tenants in your family in the future, everyone!"

"what to do?"

Everyone at the table was depressed.

After a long time, a man in blue clothes said quietly: "Everyone, many people... there are two classmates in the lower class. They think they cancel, and if they can do things, they can do things. If they can't, then they farm, at least they can support themselves and not be borers!"

There was another silence, a man who was a little tilted, and looked like he was ridiculing someone and said, "They are showing loyalty! But they are stepping on the back of our waiting, shameless!"

"That's right, then what else can I read... shameless!"

A mansion report disrupted the peace of Baoding Prefecture. The prefect was worried and asked to stare at the prestigious scholars among the scholars, and cursed the initiator in his heart.

"Fang Xing, you are full of food!"

...

"Xing and Bo Guo are really a fantastic idea!"

After pulling the cows, a heavy cast iron piece was pulled up through the hoist.

Several craftsmen watched from the side, shouting from time to time, controlling the height.

"Okay, okay! Slow..."

"stop!"

Several craftsmen pushed the cast iron parts in the air, slowly pushed them onto the heavy cement floor, and then carefully aimed at the direction they were drawn.

"Let it go! Let it go slowly!"

"Some more! Stay calm!"

"good!"

After a gentle vibration, the cast iron parts fell into the drawn range.

"good!"

Jin Ying turned around and said to Zhu Fang: "You must do it quickly, and you must also do it as soon as possible. As for the machine tools you mentioned, you must also do it quickly. Then we will compete with the Ministry of Works to see who is better!"

Zhu Fang nodded and said confidently: "We must be great!"

Kim Young said with satisfaction: "That's good..."

In the lower reaches of the canal, rows of tall and spacious houses rose from the ground, and the tracks had already led to the canal pier...

Everything is just the beginning...
Chapter completed!