Speaking of which, Zhou Qingfeng really needed to find a clever late Ming scholar to do propaganda.
After all, ideological reform was very important. If the propaganda was good, the people's hearts would follow, and it would be twice the result with half the effort. If the propaganda was not good, the society would be in turmoil. As long as the enemy casually created rumors and agitated, they could sow discord and cause a disaster. This kind of example was not uncommon in ancient and modern times, and the lesson was extremely profound.
Zhou Qingfeng came from 400 years in the future, and it was difficult to change his language habits, and he was not willing to change them. This led to the 'new words' in the system he controlled, and his subordinates had to learn from him. But the people in the system were still a minority, and the general public was hundreds or thousands of times more numerous. They could not be abandoned. Someone had to carry out targeted propaganda.
Mu Sinian came at the right time. He was an open-minded gentleman, familiar with the local people, had no criminal record, and had a good reputation. His granddaughter had married Gao Daniu, and it was a happy thing that he could get close to the team of transmigrators. Zhou Qingfeng agreed to appoint him as the chief of the propaganda section of the Administrative Department. The old man was in his fifties, and he still had energy and ability.
Because it was estimated that the wild boar skin was coming, the work of the propaganda section was to prepare for the transfer — in the historical battle of Fushun, Nurhachi easily won, captured more than 300,000 people, and plundered a huge amount of money. After the war, Fushun City was razed to the ground, and all the buildings were demolished and destroyed.
Zhou Qingfeng did not want Nurhachi to make a fortune so easily. He was constantly preparing to move south, and also planning how to scare the people inside and outside Fushun City to escape together — forget the loss of money, he really could not casually give people to Nurhachi. At least he had to find a way to take away the best part.
After Mu Sinian accepted the appointment, he immediately understood that the Daming bureaucratic system in Fushun had been destroyed by Zhou Qingfeng, and it was replaced by an administrative system established by Zhou Qingfeng himself. There were not many people in this system, but it was extremely efficient. On the night that Zhou Qingfeng gave the order, the administrative department's Li Shuwei took over the establishment of the propaganda section.
When they first met, the boss of the Love Shop, who had graduated from Agricultural University, scared Mu Sinian. There weren't many tall people in the Daming Court, and the man in front of him, who was 1.8 meters tall, could be said to have an imposing appearance. When the old man ran over with a letter of appointment that Zhou Qingfeng had casually written, this acting director-general's series of actions were also extremely surprising.
"Section Chief Mu, nice to meet you. From now on, we are comrades who share the same ideals. " After reading the letter of appointment, Li Shuwei stood up and shook hands with Old Mu. He even personally made tea for him. "Our current publicity work is indeed a bit messy. We need people who understand the local customs and customs to join our work."
According to the rules of Daming's officialdom, Old Mu sat half way down on the bench. However, he was so frightened by Li Shuwei's action of personally serving him tea that he didn't know what to do. He thought that Zhou Qingfeng was currently in charge of Fushun, and this Li Shuwei was, after all, a Warden. Old Mu stood up and was about to kneel. Seeing that he was so old, how could Li Shuwei accept kneeling? He hurriedly pulled him to sit down.
"Old Master, we don't do that here." Li Shuwei still wanted to say a few words of comfort.
Mu Sinian, on the other hand, had a divergent mind. After sitting down, he raised his head and asked, "Are you going to rebel after taking control of Fushun?"
Eh …?
Li Shuwei was taken aback by this futuristic idea. Old Mu continued, "Old Master Li, you don't have to worry. My son died early, and my closest granddaughter is married to your people. Even with my old bones, I still want to fight before I enter the grave. I won't hide it from you. If you don't rebel, this old man won't come. "
Li Shuwei sat down again, feeling that the old man's thoughts and appearance in front of him needed to be re-evaluated. "Old Master, if you have any thoughts, please speak."
"The abilities of the few old masters are really extraordinary. Ordinary ignorant people don't understand, but in the eyes of scholars, they will feel that you must have evil intentions. When Sister Xu was in our village, her speech and behavior seemed to change the world. When I came to Fushun, I saw that you and the Daming government are simply incompatible like fire and water. If you don't want to rebel, there is no other possibility.
Now that Fushun has changed greatly, even if no one in the officialdom objects, there will definitely be people running to Shenyang or even Liaoyang to complain. Although Li Yongfang is still here, and I don't understand the plans of the few old masters, I still need to be careful. After all, there are countless people who are jealous and hate me.
This old man has wasted more than 50 years and is really disgusted with the Daming government. Corrupt officials are everywhere, evil officials run amok, and the common people are poor and have no way to live. In fact, I have long hoped that this world will have another savior. The Ming Army in Liaodong has long been rotten, and is definitely not a match for the few old masters. The bigger the trouble, the easier it will be to recruit amnesty in the future. "
Mu Sinian seemed to feel that he had said too much and said with a smile, "I know that this matter must be confidential and must not be easily told to outsiders. This old man was angry and only wanted to express his thoughts, but it was very abrupt. Sigh … let's talk about this publicity matter.
Now that the power of Fushun has fallen, there is no need to worry about the ability of the few old masters to govern the civil affairs. The public opinion of the people only needs to be calmed down. This old man thought why not find some storytellers to spread the news on the streets. Or find a few opera troupes to hold a few temple fairs, and the news will naturally spread to the surrounding villages. "
"We already have plans to incorporate the city's storytellers. We even want to make a newspaper, as much as possible, one issue a day, specializing in some of the city's news, to complement our next work. "Li Shuwei said.
"Newspaper? Court bulletin? "
"More or less, but what is published is not the trivial matters of the court, but news related to the common people. For example, the rise and fall of grain prices, shop advertisements, enemy attacks at the border. The storytellers can take the newspaper and spread it everywhere, letting the common people know the current situation. This will also make it easier for us to guide the people. "
"This will cost a lot of money."
"A few hundred taels of silver a month, we can still afford it."
Hearing that it would cost a few hundred taels of silver a month, Mu Sinian was tongue-tied. He opened a private school in the village, and there were only a few children who could go to school. Usually, they still had to rely on him to plant crops. Some of the children's parents did not have money to pay for school, so they could only work for Mu Sinian to make up for it. He might not even be able to earn two taels of silver in a year.
Mu Sinian originally thought that it would be good enough to hire three to five people to spread the news, but thinking of Li Shuwei asking for a few hundred taels of silver, "This …, how many people do we need to hire? This is too extravagant. "
"There are about ten to twenty storytellers in the city. With a minimum salary of two taels of silver a month, they should all come to work. In addition, we need a few scholars with good writing skills to make a newspaper, … "
"I …" Even though the two of them were sitting very close, Mu Sinian still couldn't wait and shouted loudly. "This old man can write and draw, no matter if it's a stereotyped essay or a story from the common people. This old man can also draw some pictures, it's just that it's not easy to engrave and print. We don't need any ordinary scholars at all. "
If a storyteller could earn two taels of silver a month, Mu Sinian felt that he could do more, at least earning three taels of silver. But Li Shuwei smiled and shook his head. "It's better to find someone to write articles for the newspaper. Old man, you can be the chief editor of the newspaper and be responsible for correcting mistakes."
Oh …, three taels of silver a month should be stable.
Mu Sinian was just a moment ago, but now his heart was filled with the reality of an old farmer. He nodded and calmed himself down. He thought to himself, "Steady, steady. I can't be too happy and appear too short-sighted. I have to at least leave some face for my Ling 'er, I can't let others think that her grandfather is greedy for money. "
After roughly deciding on the number of people, Li Shuwei saw that it was already late, so he casually searched a document beside him and said, "Old man, as our section chief, we will provide for your accommodation." After saying that, he picked up a pen and made a note in the document. He called over the guards and gave them an address before sending Mu Sinian away.
Mu Sinian's heart was burning with passion when he came out of Li Yongfang's mansion. He felt that he really had to fight for his old age. But seeing that the few leaders did things in a clear and steady manner, they were much better than the average bandits and rebels.
"In ancient times, Jiang Ziya was still fishing by the river when he was seventy-two years old and was able to assist King Wen of Zhou. This old man is only fifty-six this year, not too late, not too late. The few leaders are all talented, it's worth fighting for. "Old man Mu's imagination ran wild as he walked halfway down the street. The guard who led the way stopped in front of a small courtyard with a single door. "Old man, you will stay here tonight. There will be two servants coming over to serve you later, you can rest in peace. "
The guard lifted the lantern towards the courtyard door. After Mu Sinian saw it clearly, he was pleasantly surprised. This courtyard door was very big, and the courtyard was not small. The room inside was not for ordinary people to live in. When he heard that there would be servants coming over to serve him, Mu Sinian, who had never enjoyed a good life, was overjoyed.
This house was really good, much better than the thatched cottage in the countryside.
The old man had thought that if he wanted to rebel, he would have to live a hard life. Who knew that it would be such a great fortune. Not long after he entered the house, the two servants that were assigned to him arrived. A man and a woman were both nimble young men and women. They even brought along all the daily necessities that were distributed to Mu Sinian.
"Too extravagant, too extravagant. Thinking back to when Emperor Gaozu of Han conquered Xianyang, he was reluctant to part with the luxurious palace and coveted enjoyment. Fortunately, Zhang Liang reminded him to retreat to Baxia. It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. How can we do this before we succeed? I must advise them. "Having made up his mind, Mu Sinian turned to leave. But when he reached the door, he stopped.
"It's getting late, I think the few leaders are already resting. There's no hurry to advise them. This old man will stay for the night and we'll talk again tomorrow morning. "After changing his mind, Old man Mu returned to his room to rest.
What a good sleep!
When the rooster crowed the next day, Old Man Mu got up and touched the smooth silk quilt beside him. He thought to himself, "Too extravagant, I'll definitely regrow my flesh after a few days." The thoughts from last night surfaced in his mind. He quickly got up to put on his clothes and went to present himself. But when he opened the door, he saw more than ten people dressed in different attire greeting him and greeting him, "Section Chief."
After asking, he found out that these were the storytellers who had received the notice last night. They were all literate and had a smooth mouth. They were the best people to use for propaganda. In addition, there were a few scholars who had been recruited. They were waiting for Mu Sinian to arrange jobs for them.
Old Man Mu quickly invited them into the house to prepare for the first work meeting of the propaganda department. But a group of people said that they had another place to work. They dragged Old Man Mu to another bigger and more spacious courtyard. This courtyard was originally Li Yongfang's private residence. It was decorated elegantly and luxuriously. It was a pleasure to work in this place.
"Too extravagant, too extravagant. Although Hua Tang is good, we can't stay for long. "Old Man Mu shouted a few times. But seeing that no one agreed, he felt bored. In the meantime, Zhou Qingfeng was worried that Mu Sinian wouldn't arrange jobs for them. He specially came over to inspect and guide them. It was also to build prestige for the old man. At noon, they had a meal to celebrate the establishment of the propaganda department. Chicken, duck, fish, and fish were served.
"Too extravagant, how can this be? This is all the blood and sweat of the people. How much does it cost? " Mu Sinian nibbled on a chicken leg and thought to himself, "Everyone is eating happily at the table. It's not good to embarrass the leader. I'll go and advise them after I finish eating. "
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