Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Guo Hou was already unstable, and two sergeants were holding him up.

After the completion of the small platform, Guo Hou kept inhaling, his face pale.

A big man in black came over, behind him was a young man, and the young man carried a wooden box in his hand.

"I have seen my uncle."

The big man bowed to the courtesy, and Fang Xing asked, "How about the craftsmanship?"

The big man raised his head and said, "My uncle is reluctant. The little one works every day at the beef and mutton place, cutting meat, dare to be called as thin as a cicada's wings."

Fang Xing said with satisfaction: "Very well, then you can serve this gentleman today."

Everyone has guessed Fang Xing's plan now, and Fang Xing's special mention of gentry is even more frightening.

"what!"

Someone in the crowd screamed, and Fang Xing took a look and said: "Before Benbo came, Your Majesty said that those insurgents and bandits have harmed the people of the South for too long. Let Benbo get those who are extremely sinful and deal with them locally, so that they can be dealt with. The people breathed out, and let those who were dissatisfied with their hearts and prepared to follow these people to see afterwards..."

"This is the fate of the rebel!"

After Fang Xing shouted, the two sergeants took Guo Hou to the stage.

"He wants to hold on! Don't let people look down on us."

A gentry said sadly among his companions: "Today I wait for my reputation to be discredited. If Guo Hou does something weak, then I will wait for the reputation of being invincible."

Another person said: "Guo Hou knew he was going to die. He was very hard-hearted along the way. Besides, people are mortal after all, so what are you afraid of?"

"That's it, I'm downplayed, I've seen it through, let alone a thousand cuts, we are not afraid of getting into the pan."

"Well, although Guo Hou is cruel and tyrannical, he can show off the pride of my generation anyway, let's wait and see."

"Uncle Xinghe, if that person holds on, it will be in trouble."

Wang He felt that the best way to deal with beasts like Guo Hou was to let the people smash him to death, or beat him to death.

Fang Xing shook his head and said: "Since ancient times, the only death is difficult, and there are a few people who can detect it. At least Guo Hou can't see through it."

Wang He didn't understand, but he asked himself a little, and then said: "Our family feels that we are afraid, let alone torture. We are expected to drop our heads, so we can't let our family play forwards in the future. , What if I’m captured? I’m afraid our family won’t be able to survive torture!"

Fang Xing was amused by his muttering, and said: "At that time, I couldn't help you. I was so angry that I was not afraid of anything."

At this time, Guo Hou, who was pulled all the way to the stage, saw the wooden pillar. He suddenly went crazy, crying and struggling.

"Uncle spared his life, the young one is guilty, and only asks for forgiveness, the young one is willing to be a cow and a horse to repay the uncle..."

Fang Xing just sneered, thinking about the heroes who could shout at the beginning. When they were passing by the street, they were so dignified, and when they got to the place, they all became a mess of mud, feces and urine, full of ugliness.

"He shit!"

The table was surrounded by water, and there was a child sitting on his father’s neck, pointing to the table and shouting.

"Oh! I'm a coward! I pretend not to be afraid of death!"

Shit and urine flowed from under the trouser legs, and Guo Hou was tied to a wooden post. He shouted: "The little one is guilty, just want one cut, uncle, the little one just wants one cut!"

Fang Xing frowned and looked over there. Wang He thought he felt Guo Hou's uproar, so he said, "Would you like someone to stop his mouth?"

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "Let those who take the children go back. After seeing this, will those children have nightmares at night? They say they will lose their souls, and those who have children will rush back."

"Uncle forgive me, long live your majesty, long live your majesty, then Zhu Yunshou is a waste material, a pseudo-emperor..."

Guo Hou on the stage was already incoherent. The big man had already opened the box, and the various tools in it made people fascinated.

"Go back, uncle has orders, children are not allowed to look at these, so as not to lose their souls, go back quickly."

Fang Xing saw that the officials and sergeants were chasing out people with children, so he turned back on his feet and confessed before leaving: "Let people tell everyone about the casualties and losses in Anxiang County, the women who have been abused, the people who have been coerced. , This is a good thing that Da Ming's foundation has done."

He drove away, and Li Xiucai dared to complain: "Xing He Bo, is this trying to make the people think that the gentry are like Guo Hou?"

Qu Sheng had been confused by Fang Xing's string of noises just now, no, he was a little scared.

He felt that Fang Xing's hand was too ruthless, and wanted to slap to death the gentry who opposed the reform, and also took advantage of the martyred Huo Yan.

This is a heroic method!

He was slightly surprised and said: "There are a lot of cleared fields, and there are many officials who have been contaminated with this matter. Everyone regards the preferential scholars as preferential scholars. Your Majesty Zhanli, Xinghe Bo Zhanli, but the gentry who ignores it. But in rebellion, who do you let the people listen to?"

Li Xiu also thought of Fang Xing's method at this moment, so she refused to talk about this topic again.

But Liu Guan praised: "Master Li said this very much, thinking about digging Daming's corner. When the city wall is dug down, it will be the disaster of destruction. We must be the courtiers and we must be vigilant. !"

...

There were a lot of people watching the excitement. After Guo Hou got his last breath the next afternoon, there were more rumors outside that the agricultural tax would be gradually reduced in the future.

"Daming is not short of food now, so what to do with so much food? Is it put in the warehouse to feed the rats? Then there is the cost of transportation and storage all the way! So this is absolutely true."

A big man was talking in the city gate, and a young man at the side agreed with him: "At that time, the DPRK will have to stabilize the price of food, so if the tax is reduced, everyone will have more food on hand, and then they can sell more. Go to change money, you can rip if you want to rip, or if you want to drink, this is a good day! It's not far away!"

Someone said: "It's wrong, it's wrong. As stated in Ming Pao, if there is too much food to eat, you can also raise more livestock. Then you can eat your own meat and you can exchange money. The best of both worlds!"

The people who came around all nodded one after another. Someone said, "After that, the farmers' lives will be better than ours."

"If you can work in the ground, you can also go farming."

"Right now we are not encouraging land reclamation, and we are not allowed to plant land near the water. Where can I find land? Besides, I can't afford it, and I don't want to emigrate."

"Then what are you still muttering? Ye Gong is a good dragon."

Huang Jian listened to these words on the side, his face sinking like water.

He was here to inquire about the news, but he was stuck here. Listening to these words that are equivalent to praising the emperor and Fang Xing~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Huang Jian can't wait to rush to tear these people's mouths and those disgusting smiles.

He hasn't been able to sleep at night, and his whole person is looking black. The fat man made fun of him just now, saying that his eyebrows are black, and he is afraid that he is going to be unlucky lately. Don't go out indiscriminately.

As long as a person has a guilty conscience, his courage is weakened, and then the plants are all soldiers, suspicious.

Huang Jian is in this state of mind now.

He was thinking about the fat man's words, and then squeezed out of the crowd.

After arriving at Wang's house, he pushed the obstructed servant straight away and rushed into the place where Wang Yuan was drinking tea.

Wang Yuan was making tea and was slow.

The sound of footsteps alarmed him. He raised his head and glanced at Huang Jian, and said faintly: "Get out!"

Huang Jian sneered: "Fang Xing plucked Guo Hou. If he sent someone to find out who Wen Fang was close to back then, teacher, would you say that Wen Fang's treason would be on your head?"

"These threats are just a joke, get out!"

Wang Yuan didn't want to talk to him, but saw the servant standing outside the door, looking at Huang Jian's back in surprise, and asked, "What is it?"

The servant said in amazement, "Master, it's a piece of paper with words on it."

"What word?"

Huang Jian turned around and asked, his back happened to be seen by Wang Yuan.

"Mice, where are you going..."

Wang Yuan's expression changed drastically, he threw the teapot away, got up and asked, "Who got it?"

Huang Jian didn't know that there was a note on his back. He turned around several times, and finally took off his robe, and finally saw the paper.

"Mice..."

He took the paper and asked blankly: "Who posted it?"

Wang Yuan came over to take the piece of paper, looked at the handwriting, and said: "The old man has seen Fang Xing's handwriting. It's not him. It's wrong. It can't be him. Who did you provoke?"

Huang Yan looked at Wang Yuan blankly, and suddenly shouted, "This is for you!"