Yu Qian walked in the streets of Jinan and walked slowly along the river in a street.
The river was very clear. Yu Qian squatted by the river and put his hand into the river. Suddenly, a chill came along his arm.
This is spring water.
He couldn't help washing his face with water, and just upstream, two men were washing their faces.
Yu Qian was spitting on his temporary timidity, so he came out. He wanted to see who dared to fight him under the bright world.
No one dares to kill him, which Yu Qian is still confident.
He was the man in the emperor's pocket. If he died in Jinan and said nothing else, Fang Xing would dare to take the seventeen gentleman directly and let him know what is magnanimity.
Behemoth!
Yu Qian has seen a corner of the Jianghu these days. The great strength of those gentry has subverted his traditional ideas.
In the past, in his impression, although the gentry took a lot of advantages, they were of great benefit to the stability of the grass-roots level in the Ming Dynasty, so the hatchback offset and made no contribution.
But when he saw the preliminary calculated data, he was shocked, and the rest was numb.
This is a monster, greedy monster! Growing monster!
They take the land as their staple food and commerce as snacks. Sitting on a good land, merchants flocked to it, just looking for a backer.
Yu Qian got up slowly and walked along the river with his hands.
The sun in the sky is still emitting light and heat, but the weeping willows by the river give pedestrians shade.
Yu Qian gradually fell into meditation. He was searching for the bottom and torturing his heart.
As a child of Confucianism, he is also the group of people who are given preferential treatment, and his family is also overjoyed.
Private and public, poor and rich
The two men quietly followed, one in front and one behind.
The man in the back was watching around. When he found it safe, he gave a dry cough.
The voice was a signal. The man in front suddenly accelerated his steps and quickly approached Yu Qian.
Yu Qian is still thinking with his head down. He has forgotten his original intention and fell into the battle between heaven and man in his mind.
No one will be truly selfless. If there is, that kind of person is too terrible. It is probably that he has no seven emotions and six desires, just like the way of heaven.
The man's pace was faster and faster. He was in the same direction as Yu Qian, but there was a three-step distance horizontally. After accelerating, his direction gradually tilted. Finally, the merging route was to collide with Yu Qian.
The man in the back followed up quickly, which meant to continue the attack if he failed to hit.
Yu Qian was at a loss. He was still thinking.
The man's face was slightly ferocious. When the two sides were about to collide, he even observed the angle.
A figure rushed over and startled Yu Qian. He looked up and frowned to see who dared to attack himself in the daytime, but he saw an acquaintance.
As soon as the man's eyes showed joy, there was a loud drink around him, and then a figure came straight over.
The man is ready to hit Yu Qian, and his strength is biased to the left.
But this figure is facing him. Compared with him, the mantis catches cicadas, and the Yellow finches are behind.
Boom!
The collision between two big men was like two reefs being thrown together by huge waves.
Before the man could see who it was, he felt a shock and flew out.
"Poop!"
The river was not deep, but the man fell into the water unexpectedly and was choked immediately.
Xin Laoqi stabilized his body and turned back to stare at the man behind him.
The man opened his mouth and looked at his companion in the river in surprise.
"Someone fell into the water!"
The man wanted to pretend to be a passer-by, but Xin Laoqi's eyes were staring at him. The road was impassable.
So after he shouted, he immediately turned and ran.
Xin Laoqi didn't chase. The man was slightly happy in his heart, but he was about to turn back. He saw a short man looking at himself with a smile.
The man has a knife in his hand.
Throwing Knife!
"My name is knife!"
The flying knife didn't fly. The knife waved and the light flashed.
The man covered his throat and slowly stepped back, his eyes startled.
Soon blood gushed out of his fingers, and the man's mouth opened and there was a sound. He turned back slowly and looked at Yu Qian
Yu Qian squinted at the blue sky and murmured, "really dare to do it!"
The man in the river was already struggling. He didn't dare to turn back, so he hurried to the other side.
The river is only two meters wide. The man runs crazy and the water splashes on the river.
He landed awkwardly, and then a long knife came face-to-face.
——Don't live, kill them all!
This is Fang Xing's order.
He needed blood to tell the people of Jinan what the gentry were struggling, demanding and planning.
The blood flashed and Fang Wu took back the knife.
Yu Qian lowered his head and happened to see the blood light.
He turned slightly and heard a heavy falling sound.
"They didn't want to kill you, and they didn't dare to kill you."
"Xinghebo."
Yu Qian arched his hand and said, "I'm ashamed of my lower official."
Fang Xing pointed to the man who was still twitching on the other side and said, "it's not time to see. They just want to intimidate and prove their strength, but it's just futile."
The smell of blood gradually filled in, and Yu Qian said uneasily, "yes, the 17th gentleman probably won't use such means?"
At this time, the people began to rush from the side, but they were afraid of the servants with knives. They just pointed at the side and looked excited.
It's human nature to watch the excitement, and it's also human nature to watch the dead.
"Seventeen? It's just domestic slaves. For domestic slaves with higher status, the family won't leave the handle because they don't have the courage."
Fang Xing turned around, Yu Qian followed him and whispered, "xinghebo, falling into the water... The lower officer felt some childlike stubbornness. I think it should be the means of some gentry."
"Do you think it's just falling into the water?"
"Isn't it?"
Yu Qian looked back.
Boom!
A big stone was smashed into the water by Xin Laoqi, and then there was a touch of blood on the water.
The onlookers shouted in surprise. Xin Laoqi said hello and followed up with his servants. The people flocked to look at a corpse in the water and exclaimed.
"Sir, the man hid in the water and didn't rise up against the pipe."
Xin Laoqi followed up and told him.
Yu Qian's heart was cold, but Fang woke up with a smile: "it's common to fall into the water, and it's even more common to die in the water, but they probably don't dare. They will only make you half drown."
The only luck in Yu Qian's heart dissipated, and the idea that had been pestering him gradually had an answer.
"Xinghebo, it's time to cancel the preferential treatment."
Fang Xing didn't know what kind of inner struggle he had experienced, so he said, "this is a long process. As Mr. 17 said, without Confucianism, can Daming still manage the country by relying on the current scientific children."
Yu Qian moved in his heart and said, "thousands of people have been cancelled preferential treatment. Once they give up, I'm afraid there will be some confusion in the place."
"And these people will be the source of chaos."
Fang woke up with a sneer: "they won't be reconciled, so they will sit back and watch. No, they will encourage them to create problems."
"Then we must find a replacement for them... Xinghebo, is it to increase officials?"
Yu Qian thought of his intention to come here. It should not be just the emperor to exercise himself.
"You're smart."
Fang woke up and saw that Huang Lu hurriedly brought people in front of him. He said, "the imperial power does not go to the countryside. This is a beautiful talk. The emperor and scholar bureaucrats jointly rule the world, but now they are going to tear their faces. Why not go to the countryside?"
"As for officials... In the early days of this dynasty, those literati did not recognize the regime of the Ming Dynasty and refused to go out of the mountain. Emperor Taizu Gao began to study, and those who came out of the Imperial College dared to serve as Prefects."
Fang Xing also felt a little funny. "How many scholars in Daming today? How many refuse to leave office without preferential treatment? So don't worry about nobody."