After an autumn rain, Jinan City seemed to be much more depressed.

There are fewer people on the street, and even if there are, they are still in a hurry.

At this moment, rumors are flying all over Jinan city.

Xing Hebo was preparing to mobilize the army to kill all the gentry!

More than thirty people have been executed outside the city!

The troops outside the city were red in their eyes, and the innocent were killed and injured!

All kinds of rumors are different, and they look like jokes to those who know the situation. But the people don’t think so. They are afraid of the army and stay away from it.

Fortunately, the supply of food has never stopped. The gentry and businessmen who were cheated by Fang Xing have been worried about their fate. They don’t know who started it, and directly sold the grain they purchased at almost 50% off, which made the people happy.

But Fang Xing just watched coldly and did not send any signs of kindness, which almost caused those people to collapse. It is said that most of them had white hair.

The city gradually became depressed, and Chang Yu was happy to see it happening.

"The farming season is over, so it's better for people to stay at home, so as to avoid being bewitched by others."

He was drinking tea and strong tea.

It is dry in autumn, and drinking strong tea is an inexplicable trouble.

Chang Yu sat in the lobby, waiting quietly.

Half an hour passed, but he still didn't move.

The footsteps came, and the censor Qian Hui came in, bowed with a solemn expression: "Sir, Xing and Bo are here."

Chang Yu put down the teacup, rubbed his eyes, and sighed: "What should come will come eventually, pass it on, do your best! Do your best!"

At this time, there was no difference between the yamen, and the people below all agreed loudly.

"It's so powerful, good!"

Fang Xing brought his servants, Wang He and others in.

He glanced over the lobby and asked, "Where is Jiang Xuze?"

Chang Yu had already come over and said, "Mr. Jiang is ill, I agree."

Fang Xing looked at the arrangement in the hall with his hands behind his back and said, "Dad, my mother, get married, everyone cares about their own people, let them go!"

There was a strong evil spirit in these words, and the officials present secretly observed a moment of silence for Jiang Xuze.

What's the use of holding that family to the death? It's better to be in charge of the county magistrates now, and Fang Xing is also an important official who is trustworthy by the emperor. If it weren't for the complicated situation in Jinan, he would have been to you long ago.

Fang Xing walked up to the front and turned around and said, "The army is ready and the martial arts are ready. What are you waiting for? Are you loyal to Your Majesty and the Ming Dynasty, or are you thinking of working hard for those gentry?"

"I dare not wait."

"Just dare not! Let's work hard!"

Fang Xing sat down, Chang Yu gave the officials a wink, and then they each dispersed.

"It is easy to plan but difficult to implement. Your Majesty coordinates in the Forbidden City, and it depends on the loyalty of the officials below..."

Chang Yu and Qian Hui nodded and said yes, both of them were a little nervous.

Fang Xing pointed to the chair and signaled them to sit down.

"No need to be nervous. This matter is led by Ben Bo. If there is any mistake, Ben Bo will be wrong."

Fang Xing's words were sonorous and powerful, and then he said coldly: "Let's start!"

...

"The army has entered the city!"

A group of soldiers entered Jinan City under the leadership of the officers, and then patrolled according to the prior assignment.

Wang He stood in the middle of the road, looked at the empty street and said, "Whose world is this?"

"The world of Ming Dynasty!"

Yu Qian heard the sound of horse hooves, and he closed his eyes and let the sound of horse hooves pass by.

Several soldiers drove horses outside a large mansion and shouted: "Yang Ju, the family has more than 50 hectares of land, which is a secret message. The lord has ordered that Yang Ju must arrive at the yamen of the governor within half an hour. Those who violate the time will be confiscated!"

"Oh my God! How can I pay my place for fifty hectares of land..."

The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a cloth stumbled out and said sadly: "Those lands were bought by my family, this is..."

The sound was like a cuckoo crying blood, but the soldiers just looked at him coldly and then left.

"Oh my God, why are the Yang family..."

Wang He saw the man shouting and smiled, "I'm wearing a cloth clothes, which shows that I'm always preparing."

Yu Qian didn't want to see this person's ugly appearance anymore, so he turned around and said, "I'm just a harsh person and a weak person, he will go soon."

The city is full of troops, and these gentry know that they are powerful, who dares to resist?

Sure enough, the man was so sad that he had been in a hurry to the governor's office without reminding his family.

"This is a forceful suppression."

The man in brocade was standing on the street and witnessed the scene just now. He murmured: "This is Wufubukeguo!"

"Young Master, the streets are full of soldiers, let's go back."

The man in the brocade noticed the malicious eyes and said, "No problem, let's go to the prefectural office to take a look."

He was not worried about those gazes. He hoped Fang Xing would lose his mind and then do something to himself.

The gentry teamed up to find Fang Xing's trouble, but in the end they were so harsh and weak that they lost all the face of the saint's children, which made him very angry.

You can't do it!

Along the way, he met many gentry of the same direction, most of these gentry were civilians and looked sad and angry.

The clouds tumbling in the sky, occasionally revealing a gap, allowing a ray of sunlight to pierce.

This ray of sunshine did not give people hope, and the dark clouds immediately blocked the sky.

The man in the brocade found that the gentry were slowing down.

He stopped looking back, looked at the group of people following behind him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "In ancient times, Yan and Zhao were so generous and tragic, and what about the bones of Shandong culture and education?"

The people behind him were flattering at him, but refused to surpass him.

This is not respect, but... fear! I want someone to block the gun.

The man in brocade shook his head and murmured to himself, turning around and continuing to move forward, but his steps became much heavier.

...

In the main hall, Fang Xing sat in the main seat, and Chang Yu and Qian Hui were in and out from time to time, and could not sit still.

"Brother, there are many gentry outside."

Fang Xing was reading books and reading them with relish.

Hearing this, he closed the book and said, "Get all together in the hall."

There were gradually more footsteps outside, so I woke up and walked out the door.

There were already people standing in front of the hall, and the ones behind could not enter, so they could only stand outside.

There were so many people's heads, but Fang Xing noticed the common man in brocade clothes who had been slapped by him.

He didn't care about this. As the representative of that family, he could beat the man in brocade clothes out, but this represented his guilt.

No, it’s not guilty, it’s timidity!

"Are you a lawyer?"

Fang Xing's words made the man in brocade blush as blood.

The lawyer, also known as the litigation stick, originated very early, but in this dynasty, he regarded the lawyer as an evil disciple. The Hongwu and Yongle dynasties had almost no place to live, and they could not hear it occasionally until now.

The man in brocade wanted to argue, but was swept by Fang Xing's eyes.

There was murderous intent in that gaze!

The sky is covered with clouds and the autumn wind blows strongly on the ground.

Fang Xing stood with his hands behind his back and said, "The court has made a conclusion on the offer and sending all the letters. Do you have any objections?"

A silence, a breath of decadence and unwillingness brewed among the gentry.

"Who objected?"

Still silent!

A gust of wind blew, and a fallen leaf swayed and rushed over.

The fallen leaves brushed across a person's face, and the man suddenly looked up, his eyes were sad and angry, and he wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end he turned into a sigh of unwillingness.

The situation is stronger than that of the people. The soldiers standing on both sides are waiting to take action. The bayonet looks cold and makes people's backs feel cold. Who dares to move?

Fang Xing waited for a while, and then said, "You all seem to be a person who is very wise and righteous. I will definitely report to Your Majesty, and there will be benefits in the future."

The unwillingness below is even more intense.

What are the benefits?

The fields are gone, and no matter how much money you have in your family, you will just be able to eat up!

"Let's start!"
Chapter completed!