Chen Mo returned home, and the couple hugged their heads and cried bitterly. After crying for a while, Chen Mo asked in a confused manner: "Where is our daughter? Why aren't they at home?"

Chen Mo's wife also wiped her tears when she heard this, saying, "The two daughters have gone to school. I don't know what the government is thinking. She said that girls also have to study. They have been studying for several years and have two years left to graduate."

Chen Mo nodded and did not ask again. He just asked his wife to clean up the house and planned to invite Duan Xiaorong to stay for wine. Duan Xiaorong waved his hand and said, "You should spend your time with your younger brother and sister at home. Brother Yu said goodbye first."

Before he walked out of the door, Duan Xiaorong turned around and said, "By the way, don't forget it. In another five days, it will be the time when Jiannu is lingchi. Remember to go and see it together."

Chen Mo shook his head and said, "I won't go and see it anymore. If you have that time, it's better to spend time with them at home with them. I owe them fourteen years."

Seeing this, Duan Xiaorong stopped persuading him. He just said goodbye to Chen Mo and then went to the Red Mansion to lean on the Red Mansion. Now Jiannu is already done. It doesn’t make any sense to write books like “The Secret History of Bumubutai” by himself. It’s very relaxed now.

The day after he got home and rested, Chen Mo went to the Jinyiwei to report again, but was told that the newspaper was no longer responsible for the Jinyiwei, but had returned to the Shaofu.

After Chen Mo ran to the Shao Mansion again, he found the manager and formally took over the newspaper business.

As for Chen Mo's identity, he was naturally washed clean by the Jinyiwei, and had nothing to do with what happened fourteen years ago.

Ding Yanwen looked at Chen Mo and sighed: "I am almost exhausted in the past two days after Editor Chen returned home. Fortunately, you come back and take over this business, otherwise, I will probably wipe my neck by myself."

Chen Mo, who is an old official, naturally knew that Ding Yanwen's words were nothing more than to express his respect for himself. Just listen to it and not take it too seriously.

The Ming Dynasty is so big that there is no such thing as apart from Emperor Chongzhen, except for Emperor Chongzhen. In fact, there will be no big problems without Emperor Chongzhen.

After first thanking Ding Yanwen for his excessive awards and valuations, and saying that he would do his best to the newspaper, Chen Mo thought about it: "I don't know where the focus is now?"

Ding Yanwen laughed and said, "I asked the newspaper to shorten the time of publication and change the half month to a Monday issue, and prepare for the future daily issue."

Chen Mo was a little confused.

Before I came out, I was still a bimonthly magazine. Why did I change it to a Monday issue just one day? Is it a daily issue? Even if you have made the content of this thing, how can you deliver it to other places?

However, being imprisoned in the Jinyiwei for fourteen years made Chen Mo realize the truth, as long as you do what Emperor Chongzhen told me, you don’t have to worry about the rest.

As for the notes and other things in the Silijian, they can basically ignore them. Even the role of the cabinet has almost returned to its original form, and the eunuchs in the Silijian are even more unable to make any noise.

Seeing Chen Mo agreeing, Ding Yanwen continued, "The most important thing at the moment is the renovation of the imperial city and the laying of railways. There is nothing else. You have been in charge of this aspect for fourteen years. I believe you know what to do."

After saying that, Ding Yanwen pointed to a small room next to him and said, "In that room is the Jinyiwei and the father-in-law of the expert factory. After the newspaper comes out, they can read it first. There is no need to pay attention to anything else. If there is anything, they will naturally be responsible."

Seeing that Ding Yanwen had already found a lawsuit to take the blame, Chen Mo was also very confident.

Now it is completely different to do newspapers outside and Zhao Prison. After the Zhao Prison is finished, the Jinyiwei will directly review it. If you write randomly outside, you may cause trouble.

Now, with the Jinyiwei and the eunuchs from the expert factory watching here, it basically represents the meaning of Emperor Chongzhen, or there is already someone taking the blame, so everything will be much more worry-free.

He did it as soon as he said that everything Chen Mo saw before was seen by the Jinyiwei. Now Chen Mo planned to go out for a walk and see what the Ming Dynasty had become.

The construction site at Dongpianmen is now in full swing, and it is also Chen Mo's first stop.

As soon as he arrived at the construction site at the east gate, Chen Mo discovered two completely different scenes.

It is obvious that it is not the barbarians of the Ming people, but a group of people. The clothes are very simple and they will cover their bodies. They are wearing masks that are useful on their mouths. They are paving the road with black oil stones. From time to time, some people cough, or straighten their waists and rest, and then they are buried in coolies.

There were also some Japanese Japanese slaves patrolling the entire construction site with whips in their hands. They were wearing much thicker clothes than these barbarians. Even if it was nearly May, the weather was getting hotter, and the Japanese slave supervisors also wore extremely thicker and the masks they wore were thicker.

These Japanese slave supervisors patrol the entire construction site. If they see someone lazy or not working hard, the whip in their hands will be rude and often make the person's skin burst into pieces.

A little far away is another construction site, where the people who work there are obviously the thickest clothes and the masks are extremely thick. The supervisors are no longer Japanese slaves, but servants from Shuntian Mansion. They don’t care if they see these people lazy, but they mostly laugh and scold them a few times.

Chen Mo was walking back and forth on the construction site, but no one cared about him. The messengers in Shuntian Mansion were too lazy to care about it. He didn't know where the guys who were in charge of the official position came out. It was better to have less than more things. He just looked at it, but there was no secret anyway.

As for the Japanese slave supervisors, they didn't dare to come over to take care of the men of the Ming Dynasty at all, it was the matter of the men of the Ming Dynasty. The men of the Ming Dynasty didn't care, so they had to make up for it?

After swaying around the construction site, Chen Mo kept observing silently, taking out a charcoal pen from time to time and writing a few words on the paper, then shaking and watching, but no one came to disturb him until it was getting dark in the evening.

The people of the Ming Dynasty began to pack up their tools and left the construction site in groups of three or three. Even if someone occasionally passed by Chen Mo, they just looked at it curiously.

As for the construction site where the barbarians were located, they were still busy, and they did not finish work until it got completely dark.

The yamen runners of Shuntian Mansion have noticed this weird person since Chen Mo had just appeared on the construction site. They had been too lazy to pay attention to him before, but now it is dark and they are not leaving. The yamen runners can't help but come over.

After looking at Chen Mo up and down with the glimmer of light, the yamen runner of Shuntian Mansion spoke, "Identity proof?"

Chen Mo took out the sign of the editor-in-chief of the Ming Dynasty from his arms and handed it to the yamen runners for inspection. The yamen runners bowed and ignored Chen Mo.

The yamen runners of Shuntian Prefecture also left, the barbarian workers were taken away, and the Japanese slave supervisors also left. As for the people of the Ming Dynasty, they had already left completely. Only then did Chen Mo vomit out the turbid air in his chest and slowly head towards his home.

All this I saw today was beyond my expectations.

In fact, all this is a hundred times, a thousand times, or more than what I saw through the information of the Jinyiwei.

The entire construction site looks orderly, but in fact it is distinguished by layers of crowd levels, and then each level will automatically suppress downward in order to maintain its own privileges.

The first level is naturally those Ministry of Railways, Shuntian Prefecture and the official servants. They represent the emperor and the official servants, and they are naturally at the highest level, supported by the Ming people of the second level, and are also respected by the third level Japanese slave supervisors.

In this class division, there is no need for the first and second classes to take the initiative to do anything. The Japanese slave supervisors in the third class will take the initiative to oppress the barbarian workers in the fourth class for their own benefit.

And among the barbarian laborers in the fourth class, another funny situation occurred.

In order to have a steamed bun or a piece of meat when eating, some people will think of showing off in exchange for a good impression of being in the supervisor.

What the remaining workers hate most is that they perform better and are both workers but have better treatment, followed by Japanese slave supervisors.

As for the first and second classes, these workers don’t even have a trace of hatred, they only have endless envy, or dream about when they can get into the third class.

I don’t know who thought of this terrible class division. This is what the entire Dongfang Gate construction site looks like. If it were other places, it would be similar.

After writing for a long time, Chen Mo suddenly shivered, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then burned the contents of the writing and wrote another article that was not related to it, probably praising the harmony on the construction site and the dedication of the workers...

Shaking his head, Chen Mo kicked all the thoughts just now out of his mind. Some things not only can't be written, but they can't even think about them.

I finally got out of the imperial prison of the Jinyiwei. If I died at this critical moment, it would probably be as simple as going to imperial prison again.

Chen Mo was paying attention to the construction site, while Jinyiwei was paying attention to Chen Mo.

After listening to the spy's reward, Guan Bu lightly slid the foam in the teacup with the lid of the cup and smiled: "Look at it slowly. If you look at it for a few months, don't worry about him if there is no problem."

These literati are just in trouble and have to go to the construction site to stay overnight all day. Isn’t this a problem? What’s the point of investigating things?

...

Four days later, just as the sky became bright, the entire Caishikou and the nearby streets began to crowd.

People in the capital have seen too much about Lingchi, but they are actually not very interested. What people are interested in is the last few Jiannu who were Lingchi this time.

It was still the executioner, the executioner, the old stern process, and the people of the Ming Dynasty all watched it with relish.

A few days ago, the government had posted a notice saying that the last few Jiannu were going to lingchi.

Although most of these people are illiterate, they cannot resist having sons at home. After their sons went to the community, most of them could report them to read, and they no longer had to give up their faces and ask questions from the central people.

It was not until this time that the people of the Ming Dynasty truly realized the benefits of reading.

Not only can the boys and girls at home read the notice, but they even found something that was closely related to their family in another notice.

Starting from the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, all farmers will be exempted from taxes and will be replaced by each household to pay a certain amount of public grain. As for the amount of this amount, we still need to wait for the notice from the Ministry of Revenue.

This means that except for the public grain, as long as the grain planted is kept for oneself to eat instead of selling, the grain will belong to one's own family and you don't have to pay a penny of money.

As for selling the food?

I am stupid? I have only been thinking about selling grain in a few years. I will not sell it even if I make wine. I can still make it cheaper for the government?

Facing his "very wise" elderly people, these children who can read can't help but laugh.

The amount of grain sold is subject to commercial tax. If you make wine, you will have to pay for wine. The tax on the wine is many times higher than the grain tax. Who is the one who gets the advantage?

After eating their children's explanation, these old farmers suddenly turned red and were embarrassed to the children, which was really shameless.

Then, these old farmers decided to make a decision.

You must let your children study and read whatever they say. Don’t say whether you can become an official or not. At least you can understand the government’s notices clearly. You will not suffer any losses, even if you farm!

Originally, several children in the "Book of Encouraging Farming" increased the yield of grain per mu by 100 kilograms. Now, after reading the notice, they made their families less likely to suffer losses, this kind of enthusiasm for children to study has increased.

The Chongzhen version of "The Book of Encouraging Farms" is more appropriate than a document that encourages people to farm, but rather a "Encyclopedia of Farming Knowledge".

Because in addition to listing various furniture and methods of use, this book also includes various methods of farming land.

In other words, even a fool who can't cultivate the land can be planted and harvested as long as he can understand the book and do what is said in the book.

No matter how much you say it, it is all fake. Only real and visible benefits are real. Nowadays, the people don’t need to persuade them, and they just think about how to let their children go to school.

Because studying can not only increase the yield per mu of land, but also save money!
Chapter completed!