Chapter 479 The dust settles

A new day has arrived.

The sun shines on the earth, which is particularly bright.

This city, frozen by the cold wind, gradually recovered the heart of the Ming Dynasty. The number of people, cars and horses began to increase continuously, and the lights and fires began to ignite, constantly driving away the last darkness before dawn.

When the sun showed a small face in the sky, the whole city of Beijing was already full of people and traffic. Many shops facing the street had already emitted a steam of heat and an attractive fragrance, and the heat filled the entire neighborhood with the steam.

"No., no., salt merchants and bans, salt merchants and bans,... salt merchants and bans, salt merchants and bans, salt merchants and bans..." On the busy streets, the voices of newspaper boys were heard one after another, and Beijing City completely woke up amid the clear hawking of these newspaper boys.

"Give me a copy..." Many people also got up at dawn and hurried out to the teahouse, preparing to inquire about the latest news. When they heard the yell of the newspaper boy, they bought one and prepared to see what the mouthpiece of the court would say.

"Give me a copy..."

"Give me a copy..."

Soon, the newspaper boy's residence was sold out. He happily counted the copper coins he received and ran quickly towards the place where he received the residence. It seemed that he could sell it a few more times today.

Yesterday, the emperor suddenly made an attack on the salt merchants in the court. It was no longer news, and it scared the news in the court. In order to protect the salt merchants, the Donglin Party actually forced the emperor to abdicate... Such explosive news was shocked even by the knowledgeable people in the capital. It was unimaginable that when they came to their senses, they would scold the Donglin Party as shameless.

"On the Seventh Salt Merchant Can Kill..." An old scholar shook his head and recited the Dibao. There were people around him carefully listening to the Dibao. Some people were illiterate, but they also bought the Dibao. Although they couldn't understand it, they could never deceive people in black and white. This is "evidence"! In the future, bragging about this with their children and grandchildren, this is ironclad evidence. Many people carefully packed the Dibao and prepared to be a family heirloom.

"One said: I have an affair with the Eastern Captains, and I betrayed the news... I betrayed the details of my Ming Dynasty official army, causing the defeat of hundreds of thousands of troops in Liaodong. I should kill this one..." The old scholar said with a flushed face. This word of fighting was called out and shouting to kill. This was the first time in this mansion report that killing people was so exciting. How many people would he have to kill when the salt merchant collapsed this time?

"Do it should be killed, it should be killed..." Everyone said in a noisy manner.

"The second said: I have an affair with the Dongli, and act as a spy... When the Dongli attacked the city, I acted as a spy, spread rumors in the city, set fire, rob the city gate, let the Dongli enter the city, contact the rebel generals, causing several cities outside our gates to be taken away, and these two should be killed..." When the old scholar read the word "kill", he also had to worry about the trembling sound.

"It should be killed, it should be killed..." everyone said unanimously.

"The third sentence: I have an affair with the East, smuggling grain and equipment... smuggling grain and weapons... These three should be killed..." The old scholar said with a flushed face, and the faster he thought.

"It should be killed, it should be killed..." Everyone applauded.

"Mr., why does this sound like a Shanxi merchant? Why are you talking about a salt merchant again? Master. I am also a rough man. Can you explain it to me?" Someone also asked a question.

The old master's face was blushed, and he took a sip of hot tea before saying, "Have you heard the saying "Qin Opera and Xiyu are everywhere in the streets and alleys"?" The old master began to keep it a secret.

"No, I haven't heard of it. I'd better tell me what happened." The literacy rate in the late Ming Dynasty was really not high. Although it was Beijing, you can still find a sense of superiority when facing a group of ordinary people hanging their book bags.

"Ahem, the meaning of this sentence is that most people who do business in Yangzhou are Shanxi, Shaanxi and Huizhou. Many of the salt merchants are Shanxi merchants. If something happens to Shanxi merchants, can salt merchants escape?" The old master showed off the news from the court.

"Oh! So that's it, no wonder, you should kill, you should kill..."

When everyone heard this, they all felt it made sense and shouted that they should be killed.

"Old Master, you continue to say..." Someone wants to hear what is going on.

"The fourth said: I have an affair with the Eastern Captains, and I will sell stolen goods for the thieves... I will bring the gold, silver and wealth that the Eastern Captains plundered our Ming people back to the pass to sell stolen goods, which will encourage the Eastern Captains to plunder stronger and stronger, and will plunder more stronger, causing our people to die in vain, help the evil to abuse, and be accomplice the tiger. These four should be killed..." The old scholar continued to read.

"My Master, what's going on?" someone asked again. Why does this seem to be similar to what was said before? How come it is listed as a single charge?

"You don't understand this?" the old master blushed and asked deliberately.

"Please help me solve my doubts..." someone asked.

"Think about it, this gold and silver goods cannot be eaten or worn, so what's the use if you grab it?" the old master explained.

"No! Master, why is this gold and silver goods useless? You can buy rice, land, meat, and clothes, why is it useless?" someone asked immediately in confusion.

"Idiot! You are in the capital, so you can naturally buy these things. Think about it, outside the pass, my Ming Dynasty surrounded the Donglu and did not sell it to him for food, to use it, or to wear it. What's the use of him holding gold and silver? It's no different from stones. These damn guys exchanged the gold and silver goods that the Donglu robbed for food, clothing, use it, and weapons, so that the Donglu would use these things to continue to steal the things of our people. The Donglu became stronger and stronger, and the stronger the more it became, and gradually became uncontrollable. We ordinary people were suffering! They were drinking our blood and eating our meat! Do you think they deserve to die?" said the old scholar.

"Yes... damn..."

"Yes... damn..."

"Yes, damn..." Everyone shouted damn.

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"Fifth said: I secretly communicated with the Eastern Gate and arrears of salt classes... I deliberately delayed the salt classes, which dragged the court down, causing the court to be unable to use troops outside and provide disaster relief internally, which made our Ming Dynasty unable to defend against natural disasters and external thieves. The country gradually declined, and these five should be killed."

"Sixth said: I am extravagant and beautiful, not afraid of wise and clear discussions, sucking people's ointment and blood, and eating the country's regular offerings..."

Basically everyone understands these two points. If it weren’t for the emperor’s money, the emperor wouldn’t have used the salt merchant to suck people’s blood. Everyone has a deep understanding of this. Who doesn’t eat salt? If you eat salt, you have to exploit it. Some people secretly thought, this time the emperor started a salt merchant, should the salt price fall?

"Old scholar, Your Majesty has set up a salt merchant, so the price of salt should be reduced..." someone said.

"Coax..." everyone laughed, and the teahouse was even more noisy.

"Seventh said: Li Zong betrays the ancestors and are willing to be a traitor...... I have trapped thousands of Han men in the situation of fourth-class untouchables, so I must be killed." The old scholar ignored it and continued to read out the front page of today's front page.

"Old Master, what are these fourth-class untouchables talking about?" Someone didn't understand.

"You don't understand the fourth-class untouchables? That was the former Yuan Dynasty. At that time, the former Yuan Dynasty divided our Han people into fourth-class untouchables. If someone killed you, you only need to pay a sheep. If someone slept with your wife, you just need to give a chicken. This is the fourth-class untouchables. Do you understand?" The old scholar suddenly opened his aura, stood up suddenly, and said angrily, and his figure suddenly became extremely tall.

"Ah!..." Everyone was surprised that this old peddler, like a good man, was so angry, and was also surprised at the treatment of the fourth-class untouchables.

"This group of damn salt merchants, damn beasts, should be killed..." The person who asked just now also shouted angrily. The old scholar's words really touched him. What does it mean to kill someone and compensate a sheep? After sleeping, my wife gave me a chicken, and who do I think I am?

"It is natural to kill people and repay their lives, and to pay their debts. I said why did these salt merchants even force the emperor to abdicate? No wonder, if they are in my hands, I will split them into eight pieces..."

"Yes, it's time to kill, it's time to kill!..." After hearing the treatment of the fourth-class untouchables, everyone immediately shouted furiously, "The seven-class killing is finally touching most of the interests."

"I fuck his ancestors, this group of dogs... "More people agreed. I heard that the emperor was just standing on the basis of sympathizing with the emperor and watching the show, but now it is really related to his own interests and everyone shouts angrily.

"kill……"

"kill……"

"kill……"

There is only one voice in the entire teahouse, that is, killing.

A timid guy looked at the person who was beating and killing in fear, and asked the old scholar quietly: "My master, is this true?" This timid guy becomes more and more timid the more he thinks about it.

"There is still fake. The people of Liaodong who fled back from the Donglu are now working in our capital. They know the situation on the Donglu that best. How can there be fake?" The old master said angrily.

"Ah!" The timid man hesitated and said in fear. He might have remembered that he had contacted someone from Liaodong. After thinking for a while, he finally plucked up the courage and shouted with everyone: "Kill, kill, kill..." Then he shouted a few words, let go more and more, and the red light on his face also shouted out.

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Taimiao.

A group of officials knelt in front of the empty hall of Taimiao with pale faces. They had been kneeling here since Mao Shichu, and no one stopped them. Until the sun came out, they had been persisting for an hour. In addition to being blown by the cold wind, their legs were even more sore and numb.

The leader was Qiao Yunsheng. He knelt in the front and looked straight at the Taimiao, hoping that he could force the emperor to change his mind. However, he was also very pale and lived up to his confidence yesterday. He followed him today, but half of the time he discussed yesterday. Thinking of this, Qiao Yunsheng kept laughing bitterly. This time, he was defeated extremely miserably.

Now the morning court and office hours have changed, unlike before, when they got up in the middle of the night. Therefore, although Qiao Yunsheng and the others knelt for an hour, there was no movement at all. The emperor did not send anyone to see them, and there were no officials passing by. Apart from a few eunuchs cleaning and guarding them, they seemed to be nowhere to exist.

It was finally dawn, but there was still no one. Even the eunuchs who were cleaning left. Although the sun shone on their bodies, they felt even colder. It was not yet time for office at this time. The emperor usually had to deal with the government affairs at the end of Chen and early Si. Qiao Yunsheng's sore legs became more and more uncomfortable. Qiao Yunsheng began to feel that he seemed to have chosen the wrong time and shouldn't have been kneeling here long ago. Who would he kneel for?

After a while, officials gradually came to work. They had to deal with some basic things before the emperor got up and review them after the emperor got up. Seeing these officials kneeling on the ground, they shook their heads one by one, and passed by in a hurry. Some even showed sarcastic expressions and walked by with their heads raised.

...

Yang Jie had a good night's sleep today. Since he became emperor, he has never been as comfortable and sweet as he is today. He wakes up early in the morning and is already sunny outside the window and is particularly refreshing.

"It's a good weather today!" Yang Jie felt the good weather today in the house and said happily.

"Your Majesty, this is a response from God. God knows that Your Majesty eliminates the salt merchant, so there is such a good weather to praise Your Majesty." Wang Chengen quickly said with a favor.

"Hahaha!" Yang Jing laughed a lot, and he really enjoyed his victory yesterday.

"Where are those people?" Yang Jing asked without caring about it.

"Your Majesty, you're kneeling outside for an hour or two, but that's just a waste of your heart. Who can I show you?" Wang Chengen said disdainfully. Now that the dust has settled, I'm still kneeling? What can I do if I kneel to death? I won't look at how the salt merchants wrote in the diary newspaper today. These people probably haven't read the diary newspaper when they came out, otherwise they would never kneel again.

"Hahahaha, what about the newspaper today? Have you read the big companion?" Yang Jing asked with a smile.

"Your Majesty, I have seen it, it's so exciting. Do you want to see it?" Wang Chengen replied with a smile.

"Well, let me see." Yang Jing knew that he had won firmly last night, so he slept peacefully. Today, he was just checking the situation and didn't care.

Wang Chengen handed over a mansion report.

After Yang Jing took it, he took a look and realized that the mansion did not disappoint himself. The whole article was full of rebukes the salt merchants. He even used the "Seven Can Kill" as the salt merchants, and listed the crimes of being captured by the salt merchants and being killed one by one.

"It's well written, hahaha, how can the common people talk about it?" Yang Jing asked again, disdaining those who were kneeling.

"When you go back to Your Majesty, you all think about Your Majesty's goodness, and you are even more angry and shouting to kill the salt merchant." Wang Chengen reported with a smile that the East Factory had been secretly controlling and collecting information in this area, and knew clearly about the disturbances in the capital.

"Oh..." Yang Jie said. Then he walked to the window, lifted up the curtain, and looked at the sky outside.

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The emperor woke up and when it was office hours, more and more officials came to Taimiao to do business. Seeing this group of people kneeling in front of Taimiao, they shook their heads. Many people bought a mansion newspaper before coming to Taimiao, and wanted to hand the mansion newspaper in their sleeves to those people to see. But in public, the emperor did not dare to do so, so he could only stuff the mansion newspaper back, shook his head, and walked by with a sigh.

Qiao Yunsheng still knelt there with a pale face, looking at death as if he was ready to die. He was holding a memorial book in his hand asking the emperor to take back Chengming, staring at the Taimiao Hall with his eyes tightly. The raised hand, because it was too long to lift it, had to fall down and it had already hung on his legs.

Yang Jingwei has already come out. Today's weather is really unspeakable. It's too good to be better. It seems that he has really cleaned up the cancer of the salt merchant himself.

"Big partner, who wrote the Qike Kill? Who is Niantai?" Yang Jie suddenly asked. The Qike Kill was particularly eye-catching in this front page headline.

"When you go back to Your Majesty, why did Your Majesty forget so quickly? Mr. Niantai is Liu Zongzhou, the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture!" Wang Chengen was stunned at first when he heard the emperor's question, and then explained to the emperor with a smile.

"Oh, Liu Zongzhou? He really wrote it! Haha, okay, Fan Weicheng is really good at doing things. He did this well and beautifully..." Yang Jingai exclaimed.

"Haha, that's..." Wang Chengen couldn't help laughing with the emperor a few times.

Seeing that the front page headline was written by Liu Zongzhou, Yang Jing had an idea and asked again: "There are those Donglin Party who wrote things and reported to the mansion?" Yang Jing asked suddenly.

"Your Majesty, there are so many more people going back. In addition to Liu Zongzhou, most of the newspapers in this residence today were written by the Donglin Party members. Many Donglin Party members are eager to separate their ties with the salt merchants..." Wang Chengen said with a smile.
To be continued...