Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Mid-Autumn Festival is a reunion day for most people, but for craftsmen, unless they are dead, the festival has nothing to do with them.

Qin Si is like that.

Located in the west of the city, this workshop specializes in making armor, and most of the craftsmen in it are sitting craftsmen, that is, long-term craftsmen. But Qin Si is a shift craftsman, and he can return home after finishing the work here.

The craftsman should only work ten days a month, but this month it is required to build the armor of Jubaoshanwei as soon as possible, and the hydraulic punch in the capital is still under construction, so it can only be made manually by the craftsmen.

Fortunately, the iron factory produced the thin plates according to the craftsmanship given by Zhu Fang, otherwise the work was really not done by humans.

The craftsmen worked hard, and the officials who supervised the work were also full of complaints and angry.

Qin Si took advantage of lunch to go out to buy cakes for a few months, and then hurried back to the workshop when he was blocked as soon as he walked in.

Qin Si looked at the headed official Gu Yue holding a leather whip with a hideous expression on his face, and knelt on the ground with a bang, begging: "My lord, it's not too late for the little one!"

Gu Yue and the two colleagues on the left and right smiled to each other, then went up and kicked Qin Si over, waving his whip and whipping.

"You, the thief army, dare to go out privately?"

"beat!"

Clang clang clang!

The sound of the armor beating inside couldn't conceal Qin Si's screams. Three small officials who could not rest during the Mid-Autumn Festival took turns to beat Qin Si.

...

"See if you dare next time!"

Gu Yue stopped the whiplash panting, only feeling comfortable all over.

The three little officials entered the workshop comfortably, yelling at the craftsmen, and the depression in their hearts gradually dissipated.

When a craftsman who went to the latrine went out and saw Qin Si lying on the ground, he cursed inwardly, then went over to help him and said, "Four brother, you can go home to recuperate today..."

The bruised Qin Si did not move. The craftsman was startled, so he stretched out his finger to try on the tip of his nose.

"Fourth brother! Fourth brother..."

...

The sound alarmed the people inside. Gu Yue and the three of them ran out and saw this scene, and they were all stunned.

"How to do?"

A small official went to try Qin Si's breath, then touched his pulse, turned around and shook his head with a bitter smile.

Boom!

This wry smile seemed to be a bolt from the blue, and Gu Yue was stunned.

The beating inside gradually stopped, and the craftsmen walked out slowly and looked at Qin Si, who was lying motionless on the ground, with sad eyes.

The two officials stared at Gu Yue, meaning very clearly: This matter is your starting point, you have to settle it!

Gu Yue didn't have the time to think about other things. He subconsciously said, "Qin Si was killed by a racket. He is very pitiful. The officer looks at you... and feels uncomfortable."

He turned around and slowly said to the craftsmen who came out: "So...you will have a good life in the future, understand?"

This is the promise to benefit these craftsmen.

Eating people with soft hands and taking short hands, as long as these people take advantage, when the time comes...

The common people are afraid of trouble. These things are mostly a whirlpool. If you are not careful, you will become cannon fodder.

so……

"In the future, your remuneration will be paid in full, and the officer tomorrow...No, I will give you some money today, but..."

He pointed to Qin Si's corpse and stared at these craftsmen.

A craftsman said without hesitation: "Qin Si was smashed to death. We also helped to lift the air, but unfortunately, we still can't save him."

There were more than 30 people at the scene, and Gu Yue said with satisfaction: "Then everyone, please carry Qin Si under the shelf, and let the officer see how the shelf killed people."

The two little officials breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that Gu Yue's disposal method was excellent, and they shouted: "Bring it in quickly, whoever doesn't lift it is the murderer of Qin Si!"

The craftsmen walked over stupidly, and everyone lifted Qin Si with hands and feet, but there were too many more than thirty people, most of whom were just outside.

Gu Yue winked, and the two small officials entered.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, an exclamation came from inside: "Qin Si was smashed to death!"

The two officials came out and smiled triumphantly at Gu Yue.

Smile!

...

As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival was over, the capital was back to normal, and the yamen opened as usual.

As soon as the door of Dali Temple was opened, a young man rushed over and knelt at the door, holding a piece of paper in both hands and shouting: "My father was beaten to death, please be aware of it!"

...

Dali Temple took over a case. The reason for the case was very simple, so three small officials were quickly arrested and brought to justice. It was just that most of the craftsmen were unwilling to testify, and in the end it was Qin Si's fellow villager who came forward, and only then did the three small officials crucified.

According to the current view, the matter is not too big.

But the aftermath of the matter is far from over.

As soon as the case was finalized, Fang Xing was recruited into the palace.

As soon as I entered the palace and woke up and saw that the important ministers were all there, he moved to Zhang Fu's side and stood with Wu Xun.

"What's the matter?"

Before the emperor comes, everyone can relax, Zhu Yong whispered: "Someone has entered a memorial."

Fang Xing turned his head away speechlessly.

"Your Majesty is driving..."

As soon as Zhu Zhanji came, he threw a question: "Someone posted a memorial yesterday, saying that the craftsman worked hard, but they were not free, and their status was low. If things go on like this, it will become a malpractice. What do you think?"

Wu Zhong, the minister of the Ministry of Engineering, is inevitable. He went out and said, "Your Majesty, Daming’s craftsmen are divided into shifts and shifts. Then Qin Si is shifted, working ten days a month, and the rest of the day is also Nobody cares, so you can do something to sell. You can save a bit of labor at home, and it’s not bad."

Fang Xing felt that this memorial was a bit weird, unlike ordinary officials, so he went out and said, "Your Majesty, the craftsmen on the shift are paid less. To be honest, it is difficult to have great craftsmen under these conditions. As for shift workers. Even worse, Qin Si is a blacksmith, every four years, and I don’t know what to do when I go back. When the government greets me, I have to take things to all sides. How much does it cost? How long is the delay? not bad?"

Wu Zhong smiled bitterly: "Xing He Bo, this craftsman household system was inherited from Meng Yuan, and it has been improved a lot. There is no way. The only drawback is probably the road. Craftsmen from all over the country work in shifts to Beijing. It is indeed a little hard work~www .wuxiaspot.com~ Fang Xing shook his head and said, “It’s not just hard work. Some shift craftsmen’s homes are far away from the capital. They have to **** things as travel expenses when they come to the house. Several times they come down... Mr. Wu, the house is broken! "

Wu Zhong bowed his hands and could only smile wryly.

The craftsman household system was inherited from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and was finalized in the Hongwu reign. The household registration cannot be changed, but the treatment can be discussed.

"Your Majesty, today's artisan management is very nonsense. For example, in an armor factory, a hundred sets of armor are placed on it. If it cannot be completed after the deadline, the difference is 20 lashes, and the upper limit is 50 lashes. Can it be done? Or? Did you make it in advance?"

Fang Xing's words are contemplative. The craftsman will be beaten if he fails to do it well, but what if he does it well?

"The minister thought that the thousands of craftsmen in the Ming Dynasty must be uneven. If they are good and talented, then they should be given more. If they are poor or messy, then give them a full meal, so that some people are willing to do their best. for."

Yang Rong shook his head and said: "This matter is easy to say and difficult to do. The little officials below are cunning. In the end, it's their mouth if it is good or not."

"Master Yang said this thoroughly."

Fang Xing handed his hands: "It is precisely this principle, so the minister would like to ask you, what if the craftsmanship is cancelled?"

Uh……

Yang Rong's eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "After canceling the craftsmanship, where can I find craftsmen in the future?"

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