The aristocratic family acted quickly. No sooner had they finalized their plan than they instigated a group of wealthy scholars to surround the imperial city.
Their demands are also simple - to restore book prices.
Otherwise, they will die on their knees in front of this imperial city!
These scholars were all people with considerable family wealth.
The policy of allocating labor service based on land use naturally infringed upon their interests.
They did not want to buy expensive books, nor did they want to pay taxes to the court, so once someone took the lead, they all responded and participated in this grand ceremony that would go down in history.
At the same time, the aristocratic families also mobilized their own imperial censors, preparing to make a desperate remonstration and completely force Yan Jiaoran to the forefront.
You, Yan Jiaoran, were able to use the sympathy of the poor scholars to surround the aristocratic families, scolding them all day long and disgusting them.
As aristocratic families, they could naturally incite scholars with some wealth to counterattack the imperial city.
Who hasn't ordered the basics yet?
Anyway, everyone has the same interests and demands, and they all firmly resist the implementation of the policy of including labor service in land tax.
Once the policy is implemented, how much more tax will their family have to pay on their land every year?
It would be fine if they just paid it, but they also had to use the money to hire people to perform labor service.
Give the silver to the poor...
It's such a sin!
But Yan Jiaoran in the palace was not panicked at all.
He calmly watched the scholars and censors outside the imperial city go on hunger strike in protest, and sat there for two days.
"Your Majesty, it's been two days. Why don't you go and check? Don't let them starve to death. What's wrong..."
Murong Yanran asked softly while pouring tea for Yan Jiaoran.
Yan Jiaoran picked up the teacup, blew on it, took a sip, and said calmly, "What are you worried about? There's nothing to worry about!"
"Can these rich kids really starve themselves to death?"
"hehe!"
Murong Yanran put down the teapot and chuckled, "Your Majesty, you still need to be careful and not really anger those censors."
"Be careful they'll crash into the city gates and die, making a lasting remonstrance, and then go down in history as famous."
Yan Jiaoran put down the teacup and sighed, "That's a problem. If someone were to die, it would be difficult to resolve this matter."
At this point, she thought for a moment, then asked, "Yanran, how are the preparations for the Da Zhou Bookstore going?"
Murong Yanran bowed and said solemnly: "Everything is ready!"
"Mr. Ming has transferred two hundred skilled craftsmen, and Yanran has secretly recruited another three thousand. Over the past few days, they have already bound a hundred thousand books, enough to handle the tens of thousands of students in the city!"
Hearing this, the light in Yan Jiaoran's eyes suddenly became bright. After enduring for so long, the moment to fight back has finally come!
This time, she wants to make the final decision and thoroughly implement the system of allocating labor service to each acre!
A sense of heroism rushed into my chest and I couldn't let it go.
Yan Jiaoran jumped up and chuckled, saying, "Alright! Let's go meet these scholars and censors!"
"Yanran, you've worked hard these days. Now that this matter has been accomplished, the new Da Zhou Bookstore will be fully under your charge!"
Murong Yanran's face lit up with joy, and she quickly bowed and said, "I will definitely live up to your majesty's trust!"
Da Zhou Bookstore.
This is the after-sales service provided by Qin Yuan.
The ultimate goal is to provide books specifically for scholars all over the world, not just to cover Jingzhou City.
Moreover, it can also be extended to industries such as newspapers and advertising.
Qin Yuan knew very well the importance of public opinion!
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, public opinion was basically controlled by the aristocratic families because they controlled books and knowledge.
In the eyes of ordinary people, those who can read and write are noble people. They are completely unable to distinguish what these people say and blindly obey them.
Now, the emergence of a monopoly media organization will be a devastating blow to rumors and gossip, and will have a positive impact on national stability.
The people can learn about national affairs and know what the court is doing from newspapers. There must be some consideration between the two. They will not blindly believe or be instigated by a few words from scholars. This indirectly enlightens the people and enables them to distinguish right from wrong.
However, due to the limitations of our technical capabilities, we are still far from achieving that goal.
But it doesn't matter.
Anyway, he has already outsourced this series of work to Murong Yanran and his father-in-law Minglou.
And the pie has been drawn very big, and both of them are immersed in the blueprint drawn by Qin Yuan.
Naturally, we will spare no effort to overcome technical difficulties.
And he just needs to give a few words of advice after everything is mature.
You don’t have to do any work and still get the credit. This is the true meaning of being an official.
Of course, he was just a nobody and didn't want to be promoted at all, so it was pointless for him to have so many achievements.
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Outside the imperial city.
The four city gates were crowded with people.
Hundreds of students from wealthy families, led by three or five censors, sat on the ground and went on a hunger strike in protest.
There were hundreds of people there, but it was silent, like a ghost cave. Everyone was silent, and only the sounds of breathing and heartbeats were clearly audible.
This is exactly what the calm before the storm is like.
Outside, there were dense crowds of people gathered. Everyone came to watch the fun and naturally talked about it.
It is in stark contrast to the scholar who is sitting there in silence.
The sun is shining brightly in the sky, scorching the earth.
The air seemed to be distorted by the heat wave, making it hard to breathe.
The students who were sitting on the ground were soon sweating profusely and were soaked all over.
I've been sitting here for two days, exposed to the wind and sun, it's too much suffering.
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