Daming: Stealing Chen Yuanyuan at the beginning

Chapter 269
Several men suddenly jumped up, shouting and running towards the textile factory.Cao Huachun shouted sharply: "Stop these troublemakers!"

Dozens of Xichang subordinates, as well as many Jin Yiwei, led by Li Daosan, broke up the crowd and blocked the men with their knives.

Then thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, their footsteps resounding loudly, like drums beating, they lined up and surrounded the scene.

"The emperor has arrived!" Gong Yonggu shouted loudly.

The noisy workers fell silent for a moment, knelt down in a hurry, not daring to lift their heads, trembling with each other, both shocked and frightened.

Who would have thought that the emperor would be alarmed and the matter would become a big deal!
Since the imperial court moved to the south, various rumors about His Majesty the Emperor have spread all over the world, and the common people worship the Emperor as a god, and they are full of reverence for the Emperor in their hearts.

The workers knelt on the ground with their heads down, only hearing the sound of footsteps, and out of the corner of their eyes, they could see the hem of the bright yellow dragon robes passing by, not daring to let out even more air.

Everyone thought that the emperor was going to be furious. Long Yan held his breath and was frightened. However, they didn't expect to hear a very calm tone: "I want to know why you are making trouble?"

How could the workers dare to speak in front of the emperor and remained silent.

Cao Huachun said in a sharp voice: "These unscrupulous people are full of food. They can make money to support their families by working, but they are clamoring to resign. It is simply unreasonable..."

Li Cunming interrupted Cao Huachun's words with a wave of his hand, looked at the workers kneeling on the ground, and said, "I don't listen to what Cao Factory Supervisor said, but I want to hear from you. You are the people of the Ming Dynasty, and I am your father. In front of you, what can't you say? Cao Huachun said that you are unreasonable people, but I don't believe it!"

The emperor's tone was sincere, and finally an older man took two steps forward, knelt down in front of everyone, and said, "Your Majesty, it's not us who are going to make trouble, but it's the workers in the factory who died one after another. I lost my fear and thought that maybe I could save my life by leaving the textile factory."

"Who told you that you will lose your life if you work in a textile factory?" Li Cunming asked.

"They!" The man straightened up and pointed at the rioting men.

"Okay, it turns out that you guys incited the workers to go on strike, so brave!" The official in charge of the Hangzhou Textile Factory jumped out, angrily, "My Majesty, these people are not workers in the factory."

The implication is to clear the responsibilities.

Li Cunming was too lazy to pay attention to the official's inner calculations. He looked at the thugs and said, "You are not workers in the textile factory, why are you taking the lead in making trouble? But please don't tell me that you are here to fight injustice."

Those few people were pinned to the ground by the brocade guards, and they didn't speak.

Gong Yonggu cursed: "Do you want to go to prison? Jinyiwei and Xichang are here. You are so stubborn that you have to force us to take action?"

"Say, otherwise the governor will be impolite!" Cao Huachun also shouted.

The commander of Jinyiwei and the governor of Xichang got angry at the same time, and I couldn't resist it.These men were so scared that their faces turned pale, and one of them started crying.

Someone trembled and said: "Spare your life, spare your life, we are just small workshop owners, because the Hangzhou Textile Factory uses extremely efficient spinning machines to produce more and cheaper cloth, which suddenly squeezed out our business. We I couldn't be more angry, so I wanted to take advantage of the murder case in the city and the workers' strike to destroy those spinning machines. Your Majesty, we are really not unruly people, we just want to preserve the weaving workshops passed down from our ancestors..."

"Just because of this reason?" Gong Yonggu couldn't laugh or cry.

Li Cunming remembered a true story in history. After Hargreave invented the spinning jenny and put it into use, it aroused opposition from many colleagues, and there was also a riot that destroyed the spinning jenny.

Whether they are Westerners or Easterners, their attitude towards machines is the same. From resistance to protest, then from protest to dependence, and then to continuous invention and improvement of machines, this is a tortuous historical process.

"The trend of the times is rolling forward. Those who follow the trend live and those who go against it perish!" Li Cunming looked at the small workshop owners and sighed, "I am deeply sorry for what happened to you, but I have no sympathy at all. If you want to keep The rice bowl passed down from the ancestors is justifiable, but it is not something that can be solved by destroying advanced machines, nor can it be solved by being a mob, but it must conform to the development of the times.”

"You have violated the law, and I can't do anything about it. I have to deal with it according to the law. Gong Yonggu, put them in jail and wait for the Hangzhou government's judgment."

Gong Yonggu waved his hand and signaled the Jinyi guards to take these thugs away.

One person shouted: "Your Majesty, we know we are wrong, give us a chance to reform, we have been encouraged by the wicked!"

"Huh?" Li Cunming narrowed his eyes.

The man said: "A few days ago, someone posted a flyer in our workshop, saying that the Changping Spinning Machine is an evil thing that will bring darkness and disaster to the world. Only by destroying the Changping Spinning Machine can life be over. Good times. We made a big mistake because of the hard business and the resentment in our hearts, which was suddenly incited by the words in the leaflets."

Li Cunming suddenly realized that someone was hiding in the dark to make troubles by taking advantage of the dissatisfaction of the small workshop owners and the panic caused by the homicide in the city.

"Who is the person who posted the flyers?" Gong Yonggu asked.

"I don't know. I have a leaflet here. Please take a look at it." The man took out a crumpled leaflet from his arms.

Gong Yonggu took it, held the flyer in both hands and handed it to Li Cunming.Li Cunming took a look at it twice, and found that the content was roughly the same as the small workshop owner's narrative. At the bottom of the flyer was a red lotus flower with the words "Ancestor Hunyuan" written on it.

"Hei Mudan, do you know Hunyuan Patriarch?" Li Cunming handed the flyer to Hei Mudan.

"Your Majesty, if I remember correctly, this is the logo of the Hongyang Sect. The Hongyang Sect is a branch of the White Lotus Sect. The disciples believe in the Hunyuan Patriarch as the Patriarch."

"Hongyang Sect, Hunyuan Patriarch, White Lotus Sect sorcery, six dead heads..." Li Cunming rubbed his chin and thought to himself, "The matter is very clear, all of this is related to Hongyang Sect. Find out Hongyang Sect , the murder case will be solved."

At this point, Li Cunming said to the workers: "I already have a clue, and I roughly know who the murderer is. You give me five days, and I will definitely arrest the murderer and avenge the dead workers!"

"What you have to do now is to go back to the factory, work with peace of mind, and don't think about anything. Before the murderer is caught, I will send soldiers to protect the textile factory. No matter how daring the thief is, I forgive them for not daring to fight with the Ming Dynasty army. For the enemy."

"If I can't catch the murderer within five days, you can stay or go as you like, but I won't force you. What do you think?"

The workers thought to themselves, the emperor is so clear about righteousness, what else can he say?What's more, before the murderer is caught, it is much safer to stay in the heavily guarded textile factory than to run around outside.

"Grassmen, it's up to His Majesty to make the decision!" The workers kowtowed.

"Start work, start work!" The officials of the textile factory breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, thinking that His Majesty has something to do, and the farce subsided.

(End of this chapter)