He touched his head and found only a small money rat tail. He was angry, confused and helpless. He felt that he had lost the most precious thing.

This is not just a head of hair, it is the loyalty in the hearts of the Ming Dynasty scholars and the righteous persistence of the scholars. Now they have been shaved off.

He became a descendant.

"I sent it back!"

Ye Shuzhan roared in pain, but the door was locked and no one paid attention.

Angry, he finally grabbed the braid, gritted his teeth, and cut it off without hesitation, and finally shaved off all the small pieces of hair.

So he became completely bald.

When the servant came to deliver the meal at noon, he opened the door but saw no one. He only saw a letter on the table.

After Ye Shiyan read the letter, his face was filled with despair.

The nephew could not accept his family's decision to shave his head, so he smashed the window and jumped over the wall. He went to look for Tu Li and others, rejoined the rebel army, and vowed to resist the captors to the end.

Even if he loses his hair, his will to fight against the invaders remains unchanged.

He also said that he would fight back sooner or later. Even if the Jiaxing rebels could not defeat the Tatars, they could go south to eastern Zhejiang and join the Lu Jianguo.

"Hey, this idiot."

Ye Shiyan sighed a few times, then took the strand of hair and ordered his family, "Prepare a coffin, set up a mourning hall, and tell the public that Shu Zan committed suicide by hanging from a beam after my hair was shaved yesterday."

The butler comes in.

"Sir, General Li sent people to solicit donations and raise funds."

"How much do they want?"

"One thousand taels of silver, plus one hundred stones of grain."
Chapter completed!