Two days before Zhongqiu, Liu De's room found Gao Yue in the Xingyuan Prefecture Office and said that after the festival soon, a village drink ceremony would be held in a pavilion outside the city, and the students would go to the capital to take the exam.

When Gao Yue mentioned this, he felt unhappy, but he still said to Liu Deshi: "Brother Fangzhai, the disciples will immediately travel along Luogu Road to the capital, and stayed for several months. In terms of food and accommodation, Xingyuan Prefecture and Jinzouyuan in the capital, we must arrange it well, so that the disciples will not be in danger of lacking food and clothing."

"This is natural. Quanxingyuan, Fengxiang's military generals, officials, and large merchants, and Kufang households all agreed to pay a sum of money to support the students of Taofen Academy's school for the spring examination."

"Don't let our students in Xingyuan Fengxiang be looked down upon!" Gao Yue suddenly raised his tone and made a sound, making Liu Deshi a little confused.

Then when Liu De's room saw that there was no one around, he pulled Gao Yue to the bamboo forest in the corner of the backyard of the government office and handed him a manuscript.

"Is this?" Gao Yue saw that at the beginning of the manuscript, there were five vigorous characters "Qian Nu Xu Tianlu" written.

No need to guess, he is very familiar with the handwriting. "Han Tuizhi, Han Tuizhi, before I went to war, I specially asked Brother Fangzhai to bring money and silk to him, so that he could write a policy in the school with peace of mind, preparing for the spring examination next year. What did he do during this period? He wrote this manuscript... What are these..."

Liu Deshi sighed and waved his hand. He Moyun, a scholar from Shengyefang, who was originally from the corner of the yard, walked in and bowed to Gao Yue.

He Moyun and Ran Sanniang's scripture writers have become successful now with Gao Yue. They run several paper workshops and Diaozi workshops in Yangzhou, among which Wu Cailuan is the real idle cloud and wild crane.

"Since the bamboo croaker was sent from Hunan, I have fed a lot in Yangzhou fields." He Moyun bowed and said to Gao Yue:

One day, when Mr. Han came to his farm to visit, he would entertain wine and eat and roast a bamboo raccoon. However, Mr. Han was obviously worried and told him that there was a poem called "Tung Flower" in Xingyuan Palace recently. The poem he wrote sensational to the whole city. After reading it, he was shocked that his talent was not as good as this person.

"Tonghua, is this a female bachelor's degree?" Gao Yue seemed to have an answer in his heart.

He Moyun nodded, and then said that Han Chushi was quite depressed, complaining that Quan Xingyuan's poems should have been the first, but after Bai Juyi, who was younger than him, came, it was obvious that later generations came. Now the woman with the signature Tonghua made him feel inferior. As he said that Han Chushi was even more regretful, saying that he was afraid of sorry for the cultivation of Qi Hou.

"I always care about poetry and essays, and I'm too worried about it." Gao Yue said.

Later, Han Yu took advantage of the alcohol to see where He Moyun fed the bamboo raccoon. He saw that the group of fat boys were trapped in a grid and knew that they could only eat bamboo. He had no idea of ​​his fate of being cut and peeled. He sighed and said that Xingyuan's cotton fields, salt wells, iron officials and Qiang slaves in Mafang were the same?

Then Gao Yue covered his forehead, and he seemed to have foreseeed the ending.

Sure enough, Master Han left Yangzhou and went to the Cotton Weaving Supervision Office in Lueyang, Xingzhou. After observing for almost a month, he learned in detail about the work and life of the female slaves in Dongshan Qiang there. After returning, he wrote a book, wrote the book "Qian Nu Yu Tianlu", and found Liu Deshi and said he wanted to publish it.

Liu Deshi read through the contents and did not dare to agree to Han Yu at all. When Gao Yue returned, he gave the Xingyuan talks and asked Gao Yue to make a decision.

"!" Gao Yue hurried to Gao's case at the main hall of the yamen office and unfolded the manuscript.

The beginning is the sun in April of a certain year of Xingyuan. I went from Xingyuan to Lueyang. Then the teacher Han saw the legendary cotton weaving supervisor. What surprised him was that the supervisor looked "no different from the fort, with a strong barrier". All the female slaves in Dongshan lived in them from about ten years old to thirty or forty years old. There were a thousand people. The rooms were "like three prisons and like bee chambers" and were densely next to each other. Just halfway through the Yin hour every day, they were called up, all of whom were unkempt and bony, like skeletons, and they were openly changing clothes in front of the "official officer". They were ashamed...

Then Han Yu said that the entire supervisory department was a strict organization like a government office. The top level was Xiao Yi, a large merchant in Xingyuan (Han Shushi named him in the article). He had a wealth of millions of yuan and was "very close to the officials". Each supervisory department had a "Master of the Dushi". There were officials under him, most of whom were the family members of the Shushi family. There were also a garrison of the Shushi around the supervisory department, responsible for guarding against the enemy.

Han Yu also revealed that most of these Qiang slaves weave cotton cloth for government officials. They are different from ordinary cotton households. Tangren cotton households can farm freely, both human households and snail soldiers. After collecting the cotton, they sell it to the supervisor at a suitable price. The supervisor forced the female slaves in Dongshan to weave it day and night, turning the cotton into cloth, and also having to print and dye it. They sell it all over the world, but they only eat porridge for them, which is still the kind of porridge mixed with bran. "I can't bear to see it, especially tragic."

Han Yu also calculated that a female Qiang slave had rice and bran a year, and she only ate four stones of corn (the army soldiers had twelve stones of grain a year), but the value she was squeezed was reflected by cotton cloth of various patterns and colors, which was enough to be twelve to fifteen cents of money. Take the cotton weaving supervisor in Lueyang, Xingzhou for example, he could get 13,400 cents of profit every year. However, the entire Xingyuan and Fengxiang, there were no less than seven such supervisors, and they were Lueyang.

Fengchi, Fufeng, Nanyou, Purun and Linyou, that is, these seven supervisors alone can bring more than 100,000 yuan in profits. Merchants like Xiao Yi share 60% of the profits and 40% of the profits in the military government - not to mention that not only cotton weaving, but also iron, salt, and Brassica oil and other industries use Qiang slaves in large quantities, and squeeze them wantonly, without asking about their lives or death. It can be said that Xingyuan and Fengxiang can exploit 200,000 yuan in profits from Qiang slaves every year in addition to the regular tax income.

"The cotton threads all over the body are so unkempt. However, the weaver slave was sleeping late at night, hunched in front of the machine, and suffered four sufferings for life. What are the four sufferings? Hunger, cold, abuse, and illness." Han Yu wrote this and couldn't help but remember the scene when he saw He Moyun raises bamboo raccoons in Yangzhou. He said that the feet of these bamboo raccoons were tied up and they only ate bamboo there all day. When the breeder saw that they were fat, he mentioned it, and then the meat and fur were sold. But at least the bamboo raccoons could still eat enough bamboo before they died, and the breeder would still worry about whether they were heatstroke. However, the relationship between such breeding and being raised was between the Tang people and the Qiang slaves, even the last trace of warmth disappeared.

"Alas, I am afraid that the national style will be criticized by a strong rat, but I am afraid that Xingyuan will be changed by a thief." Han Yu finally warned the "highest ones" in the end.

After reading, Gao Yue was sweating on his back, but fireworks were emitting above his head, throwing the manuscript onto the desk.

In Liu De's room, He Moyun retreated aside in shock.

"Call Han Si to me, I think my biggest mistake is to feed this kid too much!" Gao Yue thought to himself, do you actually want to print this manuscript?
Chapter completed!