Bao Daren walked through the streets and alleys of Lin'an City with a number of sergeants as guards.
With the support of Yue Fei, the collection of these two donations was finally officially implemented in Lin'an City.
Before Yue Fei’s affairs, he thought carefully and tried his best. However, once he decided to do something, he was firm and resolute. Only the day after Yue Yun’s return, he summoned and allocated to Bao Daren to carry out these two donations. The manpower for the levy is already in place.
However, even if it was him, only when these two donations were formally implemented, could he truly understand why Yue Fei had hesitated so much.
It turned out that it was so difficult to collect these two donations that should have been a matter of course in Lin'an City.
The idea of taking advantage of the big merchants and the rich to make up for the lack of daily necessities of the poor is certainly true.
But in actual implementation, there are too many unexpected problems.
First of all, how to determine the level of donation they need to bear based on the monthly profit of each merchant is a very difficult task, although I have previously worked with the officials of the Household Department, the Ministry of Rites, and the Lin'an Prefecture who are good at counting. According to the account books of various merchants over the past three years, a detailed list has been drawn up. However, since the founding of the Song Dynasty, merchants, large merchants and high officials in the court, have all kinds of complicated and unspeakable relationships. Heavenly, all kinds of people who just came to intercede, scold, and scold all kinds of people, have almost crossed the threshold.
Now he almost dared not return home. He only nestled in the small house guarded by the dormitory in the imperial city, but he still couldn't bear some supernatural powers, and would pass the words to his ears. .
In addition, those poor people who should have supported this policy are also unhappy. After all, they have not yet benefited from this policy, but many people have suffered from it.
Because many large merchants united and led by "Piaoxiangfang", under the pretext that the government imposed excessive taxes and taxes, business was sluggish, and they began to deliberately drive out some older, poorer and helpless people.
By the way, among the people who have been driven out these days, there are always a few people who are very good at talking. Under their leadership, the old people ran into the streets and alleys, tea shops and restaurants every day, swearing harsh and ruthless, so that they even had a bowl of rice. Nothing to eat.
And their words can always win the greatest approval of everyone living in Lin'an. After all, those who spend their leisure time in teahouses and pubs listening to these gossips, they don’t know how to balance the rich and the poor, and they don’t understand the long-term policies of the country. They don’t even want to understand these. They only know that these two donations will be implemented. A lot of money is spent every month.
As for how meaningful these talents will be distributed, and how much benefit it will bring to the mourning and complaining poor people in front of them, they have never thought about it.
As for the so-called utility of collecting donations for military needs, they are even more indifferent.
Let them be separated by a big river, and they would be very happy to say a few impassioned words about the seemingly out of reach of the war. However, when this war involves them eating a cage of dim sum every day, drinking a pot of tea, or even reducing the number of times they go to various places to relax, they definitely have too much anger and dissatisfaction.
There was a sound of yelling and scolding in the distance, Bao Daren frowned with a wry smile, and motioned for the sergeants to come forward and check.
These days, as more and more people who have lost their jobs rush to the streets, there are more and more conflicts in Lin'an. Even according to the reports of the sergeants, these people have even begun to faintly cling together and form groups. Becoming a force, fighting against the sergeants who collect these two donations everywhere, has also become a big trouble for the implementation of these two donations.
Bao Daren watched the people blocking the road watching the sergeant coming, spitting, and then scattered, but there was a noise in the next street, and he couldn't help but sigh helplessly.
People are awesome!
It's because he knew that these two donations would benefit the country and the people, but looking at the scene like this, he couldn't help but beat his heart.
The people in Lin'an City are, in other words, at the feet of the emperor, and they have more contact with the various dynamics of the imperial court than the people in other places.
If these two donations cannot even be recognized by the people of Lin'an City, then they must be implemented in the world, which is even more empty talk.
He raised his head, looked at the increasingly gloomy sky, and couldn't help sighing again.
Although he had anticipated the resistance brought about by these two donations before that, he had never imagined that it would come so fiercely.
Killing without teaching is called abuse.
He had also thought about various publicity and promotion measures and foreshadowing, but the military situation was urgent, but he did not have time to make much preparation. At this time, although there were some proclamations posted, and some of them were summoned in batches, there are more in the list of soliciting donations. Representative merchants negotiated, but obviously they have not received any results.
No matter how wonderful and emotional the proclamation is, I am afraid it will not be as good as the tears and cries of the elders on the streets.
He had already rushed out a part of the silver to set up these elders who had no livelihood, but now the emotions of those elders turned from excitement to confrontation, and his kindness was only exchanged for bricks and scolding.
On the other hand, the implementation of these two donations by those sergeants did raise a lot of problems.
After all, these sergeants were born with swords and guns, and they were used to order and prohibition. They simply lacked any patience for those merchants who dragged on and did not pay. Although Yue Fei repeatedly stated and emphasized, they just did not seek efficiency when executing orders and did not do anything to try to persuade them. Efforts have also intensified the conflicts between them and the merchants to a certain extent.
Moreover, these sergeants are crude by nature and are used to speaking straight. Although Lin'an has been around for a while, the swear words have made the Lin'an natives, including those who are used to life in Lin'an, feel extremely uncomfortable. habit.
Adding all kinds of reasons,
Now the elders gathered in one place often harass and attack the sergeants who perform donations.
If it hadn't been for Yue Fei to have issued a strict order, if he didn't fight back, he didn't fight back, the soldiers who rolled over from the knives and guns would have already fought those people.
Fortunately, despite the difficulties at the moment, the results are finally effective, but now they have almost raised the money to purchase the first batch of military rations destined for Hongxian Pass. The Army Transit Department has no more excuses to delay.
It is just a matter of collecting donations, and then continuing to implement it, I am afraid that the difficulties to face will never end here.
The wind blew and rained, hitting his face, and Bao Daren suddenly woke up.
A glimmer of enlightenment flashed across his heart, and he only felt that all this seemed a bit abnormal.
With the group of elders who have lost their jobs, the organization of each other is a bit extraordinary.
Perhaps, behind all this, there is an invisible force controlling it.
but…
Who can it be
Bao Daren looked not far away, the shadow of the towering high wall made his figure extremely small.
Why is everything different from what I imagined
It turns out that it is so difficult to accomplish something in this age that is not one of our own!
He raised his eyes, looked at the heavy sky, and let out a sigh of relief.
It is said that in Shunchang City, after the storm has passed, the beautiful sun begins to look at the sky.
But this heavy storm in Lin'an City has faint traces of coming soon.
Your Majesty, how long will it take you to return to Lin'an City
……
At noon in Shunchang City, the sun was clear and blazing.
Jin Wushu gently raised his hand and wiped off the blood that had been splashed on his face for some time.
The Song Army had already retreated behind the tall defensive formation pushed by the horse.
His own army, still under the command of Wan Yanyong, filed past the pontoon bridge.
There is no longer the roar of thousands of horses in the air, only the occasional sound of a few war horses croaking and slamming.
If it weren’t for the stumps, flesh and blood under the city of Shunchang, and even the cry of the lost horses wandering on the battlefield, it would almost be forgotten, what a tragic experience before the city of Shunchang. Of the war.
Jin Wushu's eyes were fixed on the Song Army soldier who was laughing loudly after he refused to fight, and he couldn't help frowning.
The thousands of Song troops in front of them, with all their dust and blood, sat on the ground on the battlefield full of residual limbs and blood, facing the golden man's thousands of troops, talking and laughing, and eating.
People kept carrying the wounded into the city, and then sergeants armed with exactly the same weapons came out and added them to the queue.
In this small city of Shunchang, how many warriors are there who are not afraid of death
"None of them will be afraid of death!" Xin Qiji, who stopped his horse by Jin Wu's side, seemed to know what he was thinking in his heart, and said.
"The war horse of the Jurchen has stepped on the land of our Song Dynasty; the swords and guns of the Jurchen have been stained with the flesh and blood of our compatriots; as long as they can fight against the Jurchen, as long as they can kill you to avenge your fathers and elders, you will die. In the eyes of our Song Dynasty man, what is it?!"
Jin Wushu turned his head and looked at Xin Qiji's face, but instead of furious, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "You really hate our Jurchens so much?"
Xin Qiji stared fiercely on Jin Wushu's face: "You broke into our homeland, killed our fathers and elders, and took away our king. The land that you are stepping on now is also ours. Land, how can you tell us not to hate you? How can you not wait to smash all of your Jurchen corpses one by one and cut them all over?!"
"Hahaha", Jin Wushu raised his head and laughed, his voice seemed to be filled with endless desolation.
He stretched out his hand to touch Xin Qiji's head, but he shrank back, only shook his head: "It's really a child's view."
He looked at Xin Qiji and sighed, "Do you really like to fight wars when we Jurchens are born, and like to step on the bones of others?"
"The Costin will perch on the big tree, and the blind bear will grow in the dense forest. This so-called prosperous Jiangnan Jiangbei, I feel sore all day, in the eyes of our Jurchens, this is not as high as the jungle. The half tent here is a baby!"
Xin Qiji said coldly: "For those of you who are waiting for Xin to die, Marshal doesn't need to open your eyes and talk nonsense in front of Xin. I really don't like this Jiangnan land. Marshals, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, are they here to play? "
Jin Wushu proudly said: "Whether he was against his opponents in his life, this commander has never told a lie!"
"We are here because we are afraid of being bullied!"
He looked at Xin Qiji: "When you were your age, do you know what I'm doing?"
He didn't wait for Xin Qiji to answer, but he said calmly: "This handsome, like other Jurchens, was caught in the Khitan camp in turns, and forced to be pigs and dogs, our darlings, our women, they were just like that. Take the past and let them squander it..."
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "The Khitan people, like you, always feel that we are barbarians, we should be inferior to others, we are not individuals at all!"
Xin Qiji was stagnant and was speechless for a while.
Jin Wushu said lightly: "So we never believe in the great harmony of the world, and love is one. If the Jurchens are not sharp enough and the horses are not fast enough, I am afraid that they have been wiped out by the roots, and no one will shed a tear for us. Is not it?"
Xin Qiji pondered for a moment: "The emperor of Song Dynasty, who is a man from afar, if the commander really intends to stop the soldiers..."
"Hahaha..." Jin Wushu laughed loudly and vibrated everywhere.
"Since we Jurchen stand up, we will no longer kneel under anyone's feet. If we want anything, we will naturally use our war horse and longbow to fight back and grab it."
He turned his head and raised his voice and shouted: "Warriors of the Jurchen race, the useless Han'er in front of you knows that you are not afraid of death. In order to live and live like a man, what are you going to do?"
"Kill...Kill..." All the knights who had just rested for a while, all of them were enthusiastic, slapped their swords in response, and rode out again, rushing straight towards the Song Army formation not far away.
The second bloody fight broke out again in this faintly sunny afternoon.
Xin Qiji frowned slightly: "The Song Dynasty, there are thousands of Dao Xiongguan, just this Shunchang City, the marshal thinks that it will take a lot of the flesh and blood of a girl and a real person to get it?"
"Shunchang City is not important", Jin Wushu turned his head and smiled slightly at Xin Qiji who was startled: "I know you also understand in your heart that this is not our real battlefield!"