As usual, in front of the enema stall, a large group of workers were eating breakfast while waiting for the public carriage. Unlike before, there were more newspapers growing up next to the breakfast.

Thousands of illiterate illiterate people, if they start classes and school to teach, Mao Jue can't afford to spend the money, but another advantage of newspapers is revealed here. Everyone has curiosity and everyone wants to understand the latest things. They can't understand the news. They can't read it and feel uncomfortable to ask others everywhere. So there are some short articles. Mao Jue ordered the addition of pinyin, and printed the pinyin alphabet in the third volume of the Imperial Capital Daily.

Thanks to the early missionaries, in order to learn Chinese, Pinyin was invented by them. A mere thirty-odd pinyin letters are much easier than the complicated teaching of traditional private schools. Moreover, just to recognize words, you don’t need to learn to write, which is a bit easier. During work hours and spare time, these workers have already known a lot of words themselves. From the beginning, they need to read them, and now they can read them with relish.

But today, the atmosphere is destined to be uneventful! The boss selling enema is still giving it to him one by one. Suddenly, the table in his stall buzzed and was slapped suddenly.

"Fuck his grandma!"

"Oh, what's wrong with Lao Liu? But the enema is salty?"

He was shocked. Boss Neuma quickly put down his hand and ran over. He raised his head in surprise and looked at him. Only then did Old Liu react and shook his head quickly: "It has nothing to do with you, I'm angry that I said it in this newspaper!"

"Look!"

The front page headlines, with the title of the open-minded darkness, the accompanying pictures are filled with wrinkled and thin farmers wailing in the field, some are exhausted in the field, while the ugly local tyrants are whipping their whips.

He really took advantage of the loopholes in Mao Jue's policy. Mao Jue ordered the ownerless idle land that had died due to fleeing famine to landless farmers. However, several local households colluded with county officials and county police to divide the land privately, forcing local farmers to farm and tenant fields for them.

That night, all the Black Cloak encountered were county police officers with official positions, all the minions of several wealthy families, and the complete evil forces. Whoever wants to oppose it, they will go to the door and beat the person to death.

In fact, this phenomenon was everywhere before the 17th year of Chongzhen. Local tyrants were rampant and bullying superiors and concealing subordinates. Everyone was not surprised. But now, in the three years of enlightenment, it seems so eye-catching.

"Damn, these dog officials! I can't bear it even if my uncle can tolerate it! Lao Zhang, please take a leave for me. Now I won't go to work anymore. I'm going to petition in front of the Forbidden City!"

"Go to block the palace gate, are you crazy? Are you not afraid of losing your head?"

"It is the dog officials who are so arrogant every time we swallow our anger. This time I, Lao Li, can't bear it anymore! Besides, the current Regent is a wise king, and Your Highness will never watch our people be bullied!"

"Brother Li, you are right, I'm the one!"

"I'll go too!"

It was a thunderous moment. More than a dozen people in a workshop stood up, but who knew that Old Li shook his head heavily.

"I'll just go. Old Li, the whole family is not hungry alone, and he is not afraid of anything! If you don't say you have a small family support, you will all go. What should our boss do? Are you worthy of the salary the boss gives us?"

"You guys hurry up and hurry up! Go quickly!"

A group of workers were pushed by Old Li, and fucked back. After breakfast and newspapers were held, Old Li was walking towards the inner city as if he was going to the battlefield.

Who knew that after only a few steps, there was a ping-up sound from behind, and the workers broke back, and he immediately became angry.

"Didn't you all go back? Are you worthy of your boss so absent from work?"

"What, I promised you, Lao Li, to go alone, and I can't go?"

In the crowd, the familiar voice suddenly made Old Li scream incredibly, but he looked at the middle-aged man wearing a plain blue robe and glasses, looking very literary, but full of murderous intent, roaring anxiously with a white face.

"Damn it, I have to pay them a lot of money by doing business. If all officials in the world have such virtues, I don't have to do it anymore! This will be stopped. Everyone is not absent from work, so I will go with me!"

"boss!"

His voice was a little choked, and Old Li bowed heavily, and then he used the newspaper as a gun and suddenly waved it.

"Go away, petition!"

Amid the clamor, a large group of people rushed straight to the inner city. The public carriages that were crowded in the dark in the past were idle and did not pull anyone. The owners looked at the workers who were running against each other in shock.

"Are you nervous today?"

I was so idle that a public carriage driver bought a newspaper casually, but after looking at it, he smashed the carriage suddenly.

"His grandma's legs!"

After a while, dozens of carriages also merged into the vast team.

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Central officials, White House.

Mao Jue's life was much more leisurely than Chongzhen. He went to work at 8 o'clock every day and put all the tasks on his subordinates. He was so busy that they were so tired that they had kidney stones every day, and they didn't have to worry about whether the party was fighting or not. These Beijing officials asked him to get tired of him and put on the pillow, and there was still energy to think about it.

As usual, I slowly occupied working hours and had morning tea, soaked Biluochun, and was about to open the newspaper of the day, but I was about to open it, but I was afraid that Mao Lu, the head of the Zhongnanhai bodyguard of this era, and Mao Lu, the head of the Imperial Guard, rushed in quickly.

"Master General, something is wrong, the people are rebelling!"

With a puff, Mao Jue sprayed all the tea out of his mouth.

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The Ming Dynasty scholars had characteristics, and scholars came to protest at every turn. Hundreds of officials blocked the door of the palace, lined up with their butts sticking out to wait for the board. But that one or two hundred was spectacular enough. Now there are 100,000 people, which squeezed the huge Suzaku Square and scared the officials on duty silly.

The capital army was facing a great enemy. A 8,000 corps set up a wall of people at the gate of Zhengyang, which blocked the protesters who were rising higher than the waves.

"Your Highness!"

When Mao Jue arrived, several officers on duty were on the front line. All the six ministries and six ministers came. Looking at Mao Jue, they all bowed neatly.

On the way here, he also learned a little about the whole story. Listening to the high protests outside, Mao Jue nodded helplessly.

"I know everything. Song Qing is anxious that the six cabinet ministries will go to the White House to wait for an emergency meeting. I will deal with it here and go back!"

"Your Highness, there are more than 200,000 mobs outside!"

"They are not mobs! They are my legal taxpayers in the Ming Dynasty! They also want to make the Ming Dynasty better. Just this, it's okay!"

Mao Jue was full of confidence in appeaseing the masses and nodded to Fan Wenju. Then he rushed up along Zhengyang Gate under the guard entourage.

The rumbling sound of more than a dozen cannons shook the earth, which made the irritable protesters quiet. Everyone's eyes couldn't help but gather on the city gate building. There, Mao Jue was dressed in a grand dress and roared high in front of more than a dozen copper-skinned trumpets.

"I am the Regent Mao Jue! I have read the newspaper today, and I, Mao Jue, make the decision for you!"

"Can you trust me Mao Jue?"

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Compared with Li Zicheng's sudden refugee army, the citizen movement in the capital was obviously much more rational. Listening to Mao Jue patting his chest to assure that the leading business owners also took their workers and staff to retreat. In addition to hurting some people's feet and losing more than 10,000 shoes, the citizen movement was dispersed without any injuries.

However, the citizens dispersed, but the six cabinets were crying. Dozens of important officials from third ranks and above were all involved in the promotion meeting. The conversation was just a small county town. After more than four hours of the meeting, the censor inspection team was formed on the spot to prepare for the south.

On this day, several records were also set in the history of the Ming Dynasty. The first real citizen movement, the first public opinion dominated public opinion, and the first time the court bowed to the voices of the people.

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"Your Majesty, good news!"

In the quiet spring house, a sudden excitement of shouting sounded, and a eunuch in a green robe rushed in with a newspaper full of ink.

It is estimated that few people in the capital can remember this Ming emperor wearing a dragon robe. They raised their heads from the pile of books. Chongzhen's eldest son, seventeen-year-old young emperor Zhu Cilang, roared in anger: "There is no rules, is this where you bark?"

"Slaves deserve to die! Slaves deserve to die!"

Although Chongzhen did not have the right to kill the eunuch at the time to vent his vent, the emperor was the emperor and his majesty was still here. The eunuch quickly slapped himself twice, but immediately, he could not suppress it and handed over the newspaper.

"But Your Majesty, this is a great joy today! The traitor shot himself in the foot. Because of his newspaper, all the people in the capital came to the palace gate, shouting and rebelling!"

"Oh! There's such a good thing!"

After all, he is still a young man. With his hands behind his back, Zhu Cilang couldn't help but turn around: "That Mao was rebellious and finally got revenge! The father's spirit in heaven blesses me, and my Ming Dynasty is hopeless!"

But just as the emperor was turning around in excitement, the Hanlin Academy Shuji Shi Zheng, who taught him, frowned and picked up the newspaper. After a glance, his face quickly turned black, and a layer of wrinkles instantly crawled over his old face. For a few seconds, he shook his head heavily.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong!"

"Why did the teacher say this? Mao Ni was just disgusted by others. It was the riots of the people in the previous Zhou Dynasty that the people welcomed me back. Why did the teacher say these unlucky words when my orthodox royal family regained the country?"

"The place where something happened, Henan, Zhengcheng!"
Chapter completed!