Chapter 1996

"Scholars in the Han and Tang dynasties can govern the country and wield their swords in the world..."

"What can you do?"

The drizzle gradually increased, and the water vapor accumulated, blurring the line of sight.

"You can only stay at home and live by stealing state taxes. What good is it for your country? Come on, gentlemen, who will tell Ben Bo what good is it for your country?"

"We are herdsmen for the son of heaven!"

"Yes, our generation never falls behind others in building bridges and roads. We give porridge and grain to relieve the common people..."

"This is unfair!"

"We want to see your majesty!"

The momentum suddenly flourished, and the breath gradually began to rush in the crowd.

As gentry, they felt that they were effective filling in the power space of the Ming Dynasty, order defenders below the county level and folk arbitrators.

Fang Xing didn't hide under the eaves. He stood in the drizzle with sharp eyes.

"Don't use this reason to cover up your shame. What you call herders for the son of heaven, and finally the people become cattle and sheep, all of them become your cattle and sheep. The son of heaven, he Gu, should bear this curse and endorse your shameless behavior."

This directly explained Fang's purpose: the emperor thought you were digging the corner of Daming, so he sent Benbo.

Fang Xing took a slow look at these people and said, "among you, there are young people with age and crown, middle-aged people who seem calm. Ben Bo also saw the old man with gray hair. It's not easy!"

Water vapor is like clouds and bayonets are like lightning.

"But Benbo seems to see only one kind of people!"

Fang Xing said coldly, "Benbo only saw a group of moths, lost the parasitic mother, worried and angry moths!"

The drizzle fell on him like a steaming mist.

"These are not yours. Daming needs everyone to contribute to its prosperity."

Yu Jia stood at Fang Xing's side, and the crowd was silent. He felt like a medicine bag of Jubao mountain guard. Once it was projected by a catapult, it would be earth shaking.

Don't be crazy!

He prayed to himself.

Fang Xing was happy but not afraid. He pointed to the people gathered around him and said, "the people are farming and paying taxes, which supports Daming's stomach. The army is fighting the enemy bravely and sacrificing their lives to protect the country, protecting you. Craftsmen work every day to create something that can make Daming strong. Businessmen operate all places and dredge Daming's blood. And you, what have you done for Daming?"

"Don't talk nonsense about the herdsmen of the son of heaven. Your majesty doesn't need to exploit the borers of the people!"

Yu Jia slowly turned back and looked at the sergeants, only seeing cold eyes.

Is this a fight?

"Benbo is here today!"

Fang Xing's face was soaked by the drizzle. He squinted at the crowd and said, "Benbo is here today. The gentry's preferential treatment... Has been cancelled. Who... Wants to argue with Benbo whether this preferential treatment should be cancelled?"

Yu Jia's heart is relaxed. A gentleman moves his mouth but doesn't do it!

Fang Xing smiled on his face, pointed to the array behind him and said, "or if anyone wants to die for his life, no, for his money, let's try. Benbo promised that whoever can impulse the array, Benbo will jump into Daming Lake immediately!"

"Who?!"

Fang Xing's eyes were sharp and sharp, staring at the people in green shirts. He even stepped forward and held the handle of the knife, as he said.

Yu Qian murmured, "press! Press down!"

This is Fang Xing's pressure. He follows Emperor Wen!

At this moment, Fang Xing's mood was raised to the top. He forgot his neurasthenia and his hard work, but just stared at these people.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and the crowd trembled more.

The fallen leaves fall with the autumn wind, fall on the ground, and are gradually soaked by the rain

"Gentlemen, we should... Woo woo!"

Someone in the crowd shouted and was covered in his mouth.

"Dare not?"

Fang Xing took two steps forward again, and Yu Jia secretly complained about his provocative attitude.

Before leaving, Zhu Zhanji told him to look at the situation of the gentry in Jinan. If they were domineering, they should scold them.

The emperor's special envoy scolded, which can help Fang wake up and effectively reduce the pressure.

But look at Fang Xing's current state. It's useless even if Yang Rong comes!

The array bathed in the drizzle is still calm.

The onlookers were whispering what Fang Xing had just said.

"My land is under the name of the gentry. I have to pay a lot of taxes less every year! Xinghe Bolai is so popular, ah! Every year..."

"Taxes support the army! Without the army, think about the alien outside the side wall in the early years. Daming has been attacking since emperor Taizu Gao, otherwise we can't live a stable life like this."

A young man angrily refuted: "without money and food, how can Chaozhong build roads? How can we repair canals and build dams? Do you know what taxes are until the flood inundates everyone's homes?"

"There is no flood here."

Someone muttered.

The young man was angry, stared at the place where he had just made a noise and said, "there is no flood here, but there is drought! Where does the relief come from during drought? Isn't that the taxes paid by the people in the Ming Dynasty? Is it because God opened his eyes and food fell from the sky?"

"And officials, do you think officials will be at ease without taxes? At that time, various apportionments will not kill you!"

This is a bit extreme, but the word apportionment has aroused the pain of these people.

"But now there are many apportionments, which are more pitiful than taxes!"

"Yes, those grain chiefs and petty officials are like wolves, but my family has been badly hurt!"

The young man sneered: "this is the truth of the gentry of Xinghe Bolong. Think about it yourself. If you cancel the preferential treatment, there will be more fields to pay taxes. At that time, the country will have sufficient use. According to the temperament of his majesty, there will be benevolent government. The good days are still ahead!"

"Me!"

With a loud cry, all the discussion dissipated. When we looked, we saw a person coming out of the crowd.

Hold your head up, look straight, hold your hand down, take it easy

"Good!"

A cry of joy burst out of the crowd.

"Brother Qiushan is indeed a model of our generation!"

"Let's go together! The courtier must not dare to do it, otherwise the world will be fierce and his majesty will kill him!"

"Come on!"

The crowd was agitated, surged forward several times, and finally stopped in place.

Yu Qian said sadly, "if they dare to rush over, I have to say bloody, but..."

Wang he stared at the man walking slowly and said disdainfully, "we've seen many such people in our family. They just scream fiercely, but they only dare to get some shady means in the dark. Wait and see, this man is going to be unlucky."

The wind is rustling and the water is cold!

The autumn wind blew on the man, but his green shirt was half wet, but he couldn't move his clothes.

His eyebrows were full of perseverance and his steps were firm.

Although there are no weapons, they are dignified.

Fang woke up and stared at the man. He didn't expect that there would be one who was not afraid of death.

But at such a moment, just as kings and generals often regard human life as grass mustard, just a number, Fang Xing is also an eye to kill.

Many times, people's lives are mole ants in front of the general trend, and Fang Xing is ready to kill this mole ant himself to frighten the gentry in Jinan!

The long knife moved slowly, rubbing against the scabbard, making people frown.

Fang Xing looked at the visitor indifferently, slowly pulled out the long knife and pointed to the front.

The footsteps that kept going suddenly stopped!

It was like a corn growing on the soles of his feet, and his legs could not help shaking.

Fang woke up slowly and said, "go further and die!"