Chapter 23 Zhu Ping plans to escape from prison Imperial prison, luxurious prison cell.
"prison Break?"
Lin Che put a peeled lychee into her mouth, and after hearing these words, she swallowed the lychee core together.
"Cough cough cough..."
The lychee got stuck in my throat and I almost choked to death.
Lin Che quickly grabbed a bowl of water on the table and drank several sips before she recovered.
Zhu Ping also ran over and patted him on the back.
After Lin Che calmed down, Zhu Ping said: "Mr. Lin, don't get excited. I'm still planning this matter, but I think I'm pretty sure!"
"Stop it, stop it, thank you!"
Lin Che rolled her eyes looking at Zhu Ming.
After finally waiting for a few days, he will be beheaded and return to modern life in a carefree manner.
You, kid, did this to me. Isn't this making it more difficult for me? Even if he escapes from the imperial edict, what will happen?
Wandering?
Incognito?
Going to steal a life?
Am I mentally ill? ! Can't escape!
hehe!Wait to suffer! Maybe I'll be given a Ling Chi, skinned last, or something like that. It hurts just thinking about it!
Thinking of this, Lin Che grabbed a lychee and smashed it on Zhu Xi's head.
"Is your brain sick?"
"You think the imperial prison is your home! You want to escape from prison?"
"What we have committed is a capital crime that offends Tianwei. You, a second-generation nobleman, cannot stand up for me, as it might harm your family."
"If you really want to help me, get me more delicious food in the remaining days and send me on my last journey."
Lin Che looked at Zhu Xi calmly, and Zhu Xi touched his head: "But Mr. Lin, you are so young and so knowledgeable. It is a pity to be beheaded like this."
"No, we have to take care of this. We have to find a way to get you out."
Zhu Ming was unwilling to give in and punched the table hard.
"Stop! Stop!"
"I know you're strong, don't break the table."
"I say Zhu Er, don't cause any more trouble to your father. It's not easy for your father to raise you. This is a prison. Do you really think you can do whatever you want?"
"Stop talking. I have decided to leave. There is nothing to miss."
Lin Che raised her hand to stop Zhu Ming with awe-inspiring righteousness.
"Have you decided to go?"
Zhu Xiang's head was full of stars, and he was completely confused.
There are still people like this in the world who want to die! ! ! Is this world so unworthy of his nostalgia?
As the old saying goes: It is better to live than to die.
How come a great talent like Mr. Lin doesn’t understand this simple truth? next moment.
The two of them ate lychees in silence.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
"How are you going to help me escape from prison?"
Lin Che glanced at the unhappy Zhu Xi and asked curiously.
heard.
Zhu Ping's energy perked up, and his dark eyes suddenly brightened.
"Mr. Lin, that's right. You must not be negative. Believe me, my method can really help you escape from prison."
"The first step is to fake your death in the prison cell..."
Zhu Fang squatted on the chair excitedly and told the whole story about his escape plan.
"We have friendships with the warden, prison doctor, and patrolling jailer here. When I take care of things, you will fake your death in the prison."
"At that time, the warden will bring the prison doctor to examine the body, and I will ask the prison doctor to issue you a certificate that you have the plague."
"In order to prevent the spread of the plague in the prison, the warden will arrange to move your 'corpse' out of the prison as soon as possible. Because you have the plague, the captain guarding the prison at the gate dare not check your 'body'."
Not to mention, this stupid second-generation nobleman could actually come up with the idea of 'faking death'.
It's a good thing he figured it out.
"What about the second step?"
"The second step is, when your body is released from the imperial prison, I will arrange for the jailer to send your 'corpse' out of the city to a remote place, and let the public know that your 'corpse' was cremated."
"When people die, you are considered really 'dead'."
"and then?"
Lin Che continued to ask with interest. "Next, I will arrange for you to live outside the city. When I get out of the prison, I will have someone make you a dead man's guide and change your identity."
"When the time comes, whether Mr. Lin will follow me, Zhu Er, or retreat into the mountains and forests, it's up to you!"
Zhu Xi looked at Lin Che with a smile and asked: "What do you think of my plan, sir?"
"not so good!"
"How could it be? I think this plan is watertight and has no flaws."
After being rejected by Lin Che, Zhu Ming muttered unconvincedly.
Lin Che peeled off a lychee and stuffed it into her mouth:
"First of all, you said that the warden, imperial doctor and jailer here have a good relationship with you. I don't deny it."
"These people usually help you prepare something delicious to eat and drink. That doesn't matter. It's for your father's sake."
"But now you ask them to help you escape from the imperial prison. This is a business of beheading and killing nine tribes. Do you think they still dare to help you?"
"You must know that the imperial edict was established by the emperor himself. Who here is not loyal to the emperor?"
"Unless your father is the emperor, even if he is the emperor, they would not dare to just hide it and let an imperial prisoner escape openly."
Zhu Xi suddenly wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost.
Looking at the dejected Zhu Xi, Lin Che knocked on the table.
This action immediately attracted Zhu Xi.
Lin Che pointed to the surrounding walls and roofs and said: "Perhaps what we are saying now is being remembered verbatim."
This statement came out.
Mao Xiang, who was copying in the secret room next door, stopped writing in surprise.
"Did this kid guess that we were eavesdropping?"
……
in the hall.
Prince Zhu Biao read out the drafted edict word for word.
This edict was compiled and processed based on Lin Che's lectures in the edict prison.
The content is detailed and well analyzed.
Like land and tax reform.
Across the country, the fields should be comprehensively measured, the base numbers of the fields should be thoroughly clarified, and then the fields should be re-divided.
Another example is to conduct a thorough household registration check to ensure that no household is missed and no person is missed.
Let the hidden household registration and population surface.
Although these policies are similar to Li Shanchang's proposals, they are more detailed and detailed.
Implementation will also be more thorough.
There are just some nouns, such as "sharing the land", "the officials and the gentry work together as errands and pay for the food." '
Even great scholars of the generation like Zhang Yi and Ye Chen have never heard of it.
I don’t know where the prince saw these new words.
Wait until the prince explains these terms one by one.
After hearing this, the officials were first shocked, then stunned, and finally terrified.
It is still acceptable to divide the land into acres, that is, to incorporate the land tax into the land tax to collect taxes.
That is, the Ding tax (head tax) will no longer be collected and will be replaced by a field tax.
Anyway, those who pay taxes are common people. As officials, they do not need to pay either local tax or Ding tax.
But when I heard that "the officials and the gentry work as one and pay for the food as one", I felt something was wrong.
Especially those civil servants and great Confucians.
Officials and gentry should not pay taxes if they do not serve as officials. This is an ancient system that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Throughout the dynasties.
Whether it is the strong and stable Han and Tang Dynasties, or the turbulent Southern and Northern Dynasties, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.
Even the barbaric Liao and Jin Dynasties.
Even the former Yuan Dynasty, when the Tatars were in power, did not shake this system.
Let the officials and gentry pay taxes and grain and perform corvee service.
How...is this appropriate? Hasn’t the emperor always advocated governing the country with filial piety and respecting Confucianism?
Why did you do something so contrary to the national system!
All the officials looked at each other in confusion.
At this moment, a person came out and played loudly: "There is a memorial for Cheng Tujie in the imperial censor!"
(End of this chapter)