On the tenth day of March, the whole of Beijing was deserted and everyone ran to the Temple of Heaven to watch the fun.

"Second son, where do you think those marquis and uncles are being pressed like this?"

Mr. Zhao next door asked his second son in disbelief while watching the dark crowds of big men kneeling there.

The second son sneered: "So what? We Prime Minister don't give them face. It's okay for them to bully the people. When they are in the hands of more ruthless people, it's not the same as when the people are in their hands!"

Uncle Zhao stretched his neck and looked inside desperately.

There is no way. There are too many people coming today. I am afraid there are not 100,000 or 200,000 people around the scene. They are surrounded by black-clothed Qihu Army, all of whom are grim in their faces. Although the people rarely watch the excitement, they dare not be too presumptuous.

"Wuqing Hou Li Guorui ordered his family to take charge of the family. He used forced loans to seize more than 300 acres of land from the hands of Wang Daniu, Zhang San and others in Xiaoxi Village. During the process of collecting the fields, he mobilized two servants to kill two people, injured more than ten people, and forcibly robbed one civilian woman. During the seven years of his prestigious title, he committed more than ten crimes. He had evidence-based killings and injured more than ten people, injured hundreds of people, and plundered more than twenty civilian women. Now, according to the Ming Dynasty, he took his title, stripped his official position, confiscated all his property, and sent his family to Boni to live. He was sentenced to hanging and executed!"

Uncle Zhao looked at the Marquis who was hung on the gallows like a dead dog, and said, "A Marquis was hanged like this?"

The second son was young and energetic: "It's better to hang a few more. Look at what these people have done. They either occupy land or rob people of the country, or hoard goods and raise the price of food. That shouldn't be damned!"

While pricking up his ears, he listened to the judge in the megaphone chanting the crimes of these people, and sighed: "This Ming Dynasty has changed. Not only are these marquises and uncles in trouble, I spitted phlegm on the street two days ago and were fined five cents. Do you think this Chinese company is too vicious?"

The second son glanced at Mr. Zhao: "The old man just can't tell the difference. The newspaper said that spitting everywhere will cause diseases. This is for everyone's health. Do you still remember the plague last year? The whole city was locked up for a month."

Mr. Zhao was still scared when he remembered the storm last year: "They really don't reason with you, but they are indeed capable. After a plague, more than ten people died. It was not easy for any dynasty or generation to survive."

"So, what they said sounded so well is over. Fortunately, I just fined you a little money and then I would get your whole family to such a niche, and you wouldn't have time to cry."

Young people like Erzi naturally have a generation gap with stubborn elderly people like Mr. Zhao.

The literacy rate of the people in Beijing is still very high. Young people like to read some newspapers. After reading too much, they will naturally be brainwashed by Li Bin.

Everyone now knows that you cannot urinate, spit, and take out garbage anywhere, and keep it hygienic.

But some elderly people don’t understand or understand. The ones who violate the most are these people. If they are caught by the urban management team, they will be fined five points. If you don’t have money, go to sweep the streets. If you cheat, sorry, the whole family will be admitted to Boni.

Today, Zhang Shize was also in the Fahua Temple on the side of the Temple of Heaven. Although the distance was a bit far and it was not very real to see, the human bodies hanging on the gallows and swinging on the swings can still be seen in a vague way.

Sitting opposite him was Jue Ming, the host of Fahua Temple. There was a chessboard in front of them, but neither of them had the intention to play chess.

"See it. This is the method of our prime minister. Those who follow will prosper, and those who rebel will perish! Don't complain about the new official work guide, which contains clauses that officials are not allowed to worship Buddha. What I think now is how to keep your temple from being demolished under our prime minister."

Zhang Shize put down the teacup in his hand and patiently advised.

He also advised the nobles in the past two months, but unfortunately these people were fascinated by Baiyin and thought that Li Bin would not dare to take the world's ruthlessness and capture all the descendants of these heroes of the Ming Dynasty.

Jueming had a dark face. Since the so-called official work guide came out, the incense has become worse and worse. The fool can see that Li Bin is preparing to deal with the temple. At this time, he is still going up. He is doing his own death and no one will save you.

"Does the Prime Minister dislike the temple so much? Why are there no clauses for Taoist temples?"

Jue Mingyuan looked at the floating human bodies and knew that resistance was impossible. The temple was going to rebel, and the genius took care of you!

Zhang Shize sighed: "Your Fahua Temple may not be a big problem. After all, there are many noble people in the capital. As long as you serve them well, you will naturally not be able to spend the money on incense. Do you really don't know what other temples do?"

Jueming folded his hands together: "Amitabha! Can the Lord be introduced to the Prime Minister on his behalf? Jueming is willing to apologize to the Prime Minister on behalf of the Buddhist temple, and join forces with the presidency of Longhua Temple to inform all the Buddhist temples of the world to clean up the mountain gates and rectify the illegal acts."

When Zhang Shize saw him moving out of Longhua Temple where Zhu Yuanzhang became a monk, he smiled faintly: "I am no longer a prince, now I am a big landlord, and I have to pay taxes honestly. The master's idea is very dangerous. Don't you think the prime minister will be really suppressed by a Longhua Temple, right?"

Jueming didn't give up: "You have to try it before you know."

Zhang Shize looked at the old monk in front of him: "You are not saving Buddhism, but harming Buddhism. Do you believe it or not today you said you want to see the Prime Minister, and tomorrow he will dare to order the entire Ming Dynasty temple to be demolished?"

Jueming looked at Zhang Shize in disbelief: "How is it possible? Is the man who is too alarmist?"

Zhang Shize pointed out with his chin outside: "Look outside and look at the people hanging there! Except for the Nanjing nobles who ran to Nanhua first, I can sit here and chat now. Others who do not believe in evil are already hanging there."

Jueming was unwilling to accept it: "When he blindly defeated people with strength, would he not be afraid that the world would be in chaos and the whole world would be rebellious?"

Zhang Shize sneered: "Everyone in the world has rebelled? The entire Ming Dynasty has rebelled. He can sit in Beijing without moving. Do you believe it? With his army, one thousand people can easily fight ten thousand people from the Ming Dynasty. He now has such an army of about 800,000. Who dares to rebel? Who can rebel?"

Jueming was completely desperate, and he kept muttering "The Monster..."

The entire public trial meeting lasted for one day, and the people in the capital were also happy to watch the fun all day, until the last uncle was hung on the gallows, and everyone still felt that they were still unsatisfied.

"Hey, Erzi, how many good things do you think these people can copy out from their homes?"

Uncle Zhao immediately remembered an important question.

"How much money is copied? What does it have to do with us ordinary people? Although these guys' money is robbed by the ordinary people, they are copied by the imperial court and will not be returned to the ordinary people. I can't give it a little to you?"

The second son glanced at the whimsical Mr. Zhao.

"Hey, isn't it said that the Tiansu Railway is built with money copied from corrupt officials' homes? I heard that they have started preparing!"

Mr. Zhao is not ignorant either. Living under the imperial city, he is of course more informed.

"Who knows, as long as we don't charge our corvee service, otherwise my mother will starve to death."

Erzi was a little worried. I heard that this road was all made of iron, which was as long as thousands of miles. The scale of Qin Shihuang's Great Wall was just like this. I don't know how many people it takes to fill it up.

The second son and Mr. Zhao came out together, and they also went back together at this time.

As soon as I entered the Baizhifang where I lived, I saw the head of the village standing at the entrance, holding a bowl of noodles, eating there with a thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny thorny

"Why do you eat outside?"

Erzi is a little strange. The most common rule here is that he never eats outside the house.

"Oh, it's Erzi and Lao Zhao, can you go to build roads? The daily wage is five cents, and the food and accommodation are in charge."

The second son was surprised: "It's the Tiansu Railway? Is it the salary?"

The noodles grown in the village have been eaten, so I simply put down the bowl: "Of course, I'll give you money. Our Beijing city's mission is to recruit 100 people from the Beijing to Zhangjiakou, so I'm here to wait for you to come back one by one."

Uncle Zhao said he was an uncle, but in fact he was only in his forties. He immediately squeezed up and said, "Five minutes a day? Do you still care about food and accommodation?"

The village chief nodded: "This is the standard set by the Prime Minister's Office. If you work on the construction site, it will be issued by the Ministry of Finance. We are only responsible for recruiting people."

The second son quickly asked, "What kind of work do? Can you eat enough?"

I can't earn so much if I work odd jobs in Beijing, and I only earn two or three cents a day, and there are still one day but not one day. Fortunately, the food is cheap now, otherwise I wouldn't dare to go to the public trial meeting with just this income.

"It's just digging the foundation and laying stones. You can do it with strength. Those with craftsmanship are eight cents, but you don't know how to do it! You say that rice and white flour are enough to make you full when you eat."

Anyway, the village chief can only follow the notification above, and he will say whatever he calls him.

“Go and go, when can I leave?”

The two of them were afraid that the village chief would change their minds, so they quickly agreed.

With such good conditions, it is a fool who doesn’t go there. Let’s take a look first. If you go from Tianjin to Beijing to Zhangjiakou, the section from Tianjin to Beijing is northeast of the city, not far away.

"Okay, tomorrow morning, I will bring my own dry food and come to the Fangmen to gather, and bring everyone who wants to go here."

Because many of this route are still on the Mongolian territory, Li Bin waited until the training of these 500,000 new recruits was completed before starting from Tianjin and slowly extending forward.

Five hundred thousand new recruits transferred 25 divisions to Siam, and the remaining fifteen divisions took one division's Qihu Army as the vanguard and advanced along the railway line. The main purpose was to drive the Mongols to the west.

As for the compensation for land occupation along the way, Li Bin directly set a compensation price of 10 yuan per acre in order to save effort. If he wants to ask for more, I’m sorry, let’s go to Boni.

Anyway, most of this line is in the Mongolian controlled area, and what needs compensation is only the short section from Tianjin to Beijing.
Chapter completed!