Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"If the news were communicated earlier, this kind of tragedy would not happen, hey!"

"Yes!"

What these people are talking about is a tragedy: There is a gentry in Jinling Mansion who heard that he wants to check the fields, and his family has collected a lot of donated land. Some people frightened him and said that he would definitely be exiled by his family to the savages overseas.

The man didn't know whether he was stupid or timid, so he burned his house on fire that night, and the whole family was burned to death in it.

"It's miserable!"

After a while, there were only a few people who didn't mix up. Among them were Cao Jin and Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan didn't get the treatment of holding an umbrella, but he was drinking calmly, with a natural expression.

But Cao Jin's stance was shaking. Fang Xing helped him last time, and helped him without telling anything in return. Otherwise, Cao An can only stay in a daze at home now, and it may be impossible to find a good position in this life.

No, it is impossible!

Cao Jin remembered the result of asking for help during that time, and couldn't help but snorted coldly, making Cao An who was standing next to him a little uneasy.

Cao An was worried that his father would be making trouble with Qiu Jia and they would offend Fang Xing at that time, and the Cao family would not be able to hold Fang Xing's anger.

That's how people are. A few years ago, Cao An was very energetic and scolded Fang Qiu, really proud of the spring breeze, and dismissed Fang Xingyong's solicitation of disciples.

But only a few years later, he became a stunned boy who was hitting a wall everywhere. If Fang Xing hadn't helped him, he was still squatting at home.

This is growth, and the catalyst is frustration!

Cao Jin's complexion gradually became quiet, and Cao An was sure in his heart. Seeing those gentry still talking about the matter, he said: "The clear man is clear. Now that he has done it, he will recognize it. You can deal with it as you should. Why bother Go and set yourself on fire..."

"Yellow-mouthed kid, what do you know? Old man..."

An old Confucian wanted to scold Cao An, but Fang Xing looked at it with cold eyes, and couldn't say anything.

Cao An was encouraged, and continued: "According to the rules of the DPRK, if he has donated, he voluntarily surrenders it. The past income is not counted, and only the land is collected. If he refuses to be found out, he will not resist. That is to charge three years of interest, which one lacks this little money? It just feels wronged..."

Fang Xing sighed in his heart, and then asked with interest: "Why wronged?"

Cao Anlang said: "Since the late Hongwu year, the contribution began to show signs. After the battle of Jingnan, many people took advantage of the chaos and accepted the contribution, and then slowly began to spread..."

Fang Xing nodded slightly, motioning for him to continue.

"Now that the gentry collects the donated fields, everyone takes it for granted. If the DPRK wants to take it back, who will? How many people are willing to hand over the benefits?"

Cao An stood long, with a clear voice, really a young man.

"Furthermore, the gentry always regards the country as their responsibility, and now that they have been reclaimed, it is inevitable that they have been filled with blood but are being mean..."

He dared not say the following words, but Fang Xing nodded his head with satisfaction: "That's the reason."

He looked at these gentlemen and said: "I have said it many times, my Majesty has said it, the court has said it, and Ben Bo has said that this contribution is against the law. If we join forces to get some benefits for our own family, which generation of emperor shouldn't allow it?"

His words gradually became harsh: "Emperors who do not agree are mostly faint emperors, and most of those who agree are ministers. In a word, what you say is the truth. Even if others say that there is a horse in front of you, you can call it a bull!"

A few knights just came in from the city. They led their horses into the city. After asking someone, they looked up at the city head, and then came up alone.

"The young man was ordered to see his uncle. There is an emergency military situation."

This person had already been searched, and Fang Xing saw that the gentry was surprised and someone was smiling concealedly, so he took the paperwork and looked at it.

"The day Shaoxing Mansion began to clean up, there was a rebellion, and those people entered the mountain..."

There was a sound of venting, and Fang Xing seemed to have not heard him, and said lightly: "The prefect of Shaoxing, Bi Yun, personally led the team to suppress it. If you want to come to the rebels, you won't be able to grow."

Bi Yun?

When the people present thought of that little old man, most of them were itching to hate.

That person never had a good face for the children of Confucianism. Shaoxing was a place where culture and education were supposed to flourish, but he encountered this parent official who was unwilling to persuade him to learn.

Once disturbed by this matter, the original topic can no longer be mentioned.

Fang Xing was just drinking, and people came up to him from time to time. When everyone saw him, they dealt with the political affairs that were both civil and military, and they couldn't help but admire him secretly.

Finally someone couldn't bear it, and stood up and said, "Uncle Xinghe, dare you to ask if there is any room for extraneous gratitude in this matter?"

Um?

Fang Xing frowned and looked at this person, but this person said boldly, "Those people are mostly caught off guard. Besides, the southern gentry are everywhere, if they are all defeated... Xing He Bo, does Chao Zhong think that way?"

This was a threat. Fang Xing smiled, and then sat down and asked, "Are you consciously qualified to threaten Buddy? Or are you already in collusion secretly, ready to...rebellion?!"

The man bowed and said, "I don't dare to go down. I just saw people panic recently, so I asked for those people."

This is very decent, and several old scholars are even smiling and happy with their beards.

"Bah!"

The hand stroking the beard tightened, and then the chin hurt, and the beard fell in the hand.

The old Confucian stared at the glass **** underground, then looked up at Fang Xing, whose face was sinking like water, not knowing what had happened.

"roll!"

Fang Xing pointed at the city and shouted, "A rotted scholar who dares to discuss state affairs? Get out!"

The man was astonished as he was about to refute. A sergeant stepped forward, holding his back collar with one hand, and shouting: "If you speak, you will clap!"

That person really said, "The South is the foundation of Daming, Xinghe Bo, you will be ruined sooner or later, and be stinking for thousands of years..."

"Snapped!"

The sergeant was a black thorn, and black thorns were never allowed to compromise their behavior. The rules were there. He didn't ask Fang Xing, and slapped the man half of his face with a slap, and then pinched his arm down to the city cursingly.

"Uncle, this person is Zhao Pu, a person from Jinling, he is not qualified to come here today, he should have followed."

Someone behind him was introducing the situation in a low voice, it was Fei Shi.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "This is a celebrity!"

Fei Shi jokingly said: "Uncle wise, isn't that the prime minister of Song Taizu in the script?!"

This was a bit insidious in line with Zhao Pu's words and deeds just now~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but it was exactly what Fang Xing intended.

Zhao Pu went down without him, Fang Xing would not punish him, so the sergeant just expelled him.

When he was approaching the edge of the steps, Zhao Pu struggled abruptly. The sergeant pinned him with one hand, and only heard a click at the joint, and he broke free.

As soon as Zhao Pu broke free of control, he rushed over with his left hand hanging.

His face was full of grief and anger, and he shouted: "Kill the rebel! Qingjun's side!"

Damn it!

As soon as these words came out, all the gentry stood up together, including Qiu Jian, all looking like they had eaten their stools.

Fang Xing was also a little surprised, watching Zhao Pu stumbled over and said, "Keep alive!"

The Fei Shi behind him was already full of grimace and was about to make a move. Hearing this, he was delighted, knowing that Fang Xing's family was not ready to make a move.

He walked over quickly, and when Zhao Pu saw that he was cruel, he stretched out his active right arm to grab his face. If he was caught, he would lose the picture.

Fei Shi dodged a bit, Zhao Pu's body fell forward with too much force, Fei Shi caught his intact right hand easily, but it was a bargain.

"Rebel, you must die!"

Zhao Pu was forced to kneel in front of Fang Xing and yelled at him.

Fei Shi looked at Fang Xing and wanted to ask if he blocked his mouth.

Seeing Zhao Pu's generous and righteous expression, Fang Xing said with some curiosity: "Qingjun side...Why don't you talk about Faunjun? Or change the dynasty directly."

Zhao Pu sneered: "My generation is so loyal, how can you slander like a villain!"

"shut up!"

Cao An unexpectedly sighed, and then he reprimanded: "You Zhao Pu is loyal to those people, right? You hug together, you can share benefits together, and deal with difficulties together. Now this group of people are in trouble, you Zhao Pu I began to jump up and down, dare to ask who is your loyalty to?"