I have a cornucopia

Chapter 63 Diaomin

The unlucky Xing'anbo fell into Yang Feng's clutches...

Money has to be paid.

People have to follow.

So soon after came five more carriages full of silver.

"Go to the back, go to the back, there is a car twenty feet away. Don't worry, everyone has a share. We have many nobles in the Ming Dynasty. Those who follow me today are all righteous men, and righteous men must have money. That little Madam, it’s you, get in the car, and you can throw the money in the car as you please, and you can throw it to whomever you like, and ordinary people on the roadside will also throw it in."

Yang Feng stood on the front carriage, stepping on the silver piled under his feet, and pointed at a girl on the roadside.

The latter was confused for a moment.

"Carry her up!"

Yang Feng pointed at the two fierce women next to him and said.

The shrew lifted the girl up with a smile on her face and put her on the car amidst the latter's screams.

The girl stood on the pile of silver in panic...

"Xiu'er, throw it away quickly. We will wait for you to have enough to eat this year."

shouted a shrew.

The girl suddenly woke up.

"Third aunt!"

She then grabbed a piece of silver and threw it down.

There was joy all around, and then the neighbors stretched out their hands and called her name. She also became excited at this time. After all, this city is already in a famine. All food here depends on water transportation. Now there are wars everywhere, and water transportation is impossible. In time, it was even forced to restart shipping, which was caused by Shen Tingyang. In the thirteenth year of Chongzhen, he took several grain transport ships to the north. The whole journey took only half a month, and the voyage only lasted ten days. However, due to internal struggles in the court, especially the opposition of Zhu Dadian, the governor of water transport, although it had been proven feasible, It hasn't really started yet. Of course, it may be intentional by southern officials. After all, poor water transportation means less rice transported to the north, and the rice left in the south will suppress the food shortage in the south.

The south is also short of food.

Natural disasters are not limited to the north.

But the south is just short of food, and the north is starving.

As for the capital, although there will be no starvation for the time being, the price of food has long been beyond the affordability of the poor.

Four, five, two and one stone has become the norm.

At this moment, looking at the silver on the carriages, the people around them are all going crazy. This is probably their chance to survive the most difficult spring and struggle to survive. Who cares about anything else at this time.

"That little lady, get up!"

Yang Feng pointed at another girl and said.

The latter didn't need anyone to carry him, so he climbed onto the carriage as quickly as possible, then grabbed the silver and threw it down while the people around him cheered.

Then Yang Feng appointed three other girls to take charge of the other three carriages. As for himself, he still sat on his relative's fifty-jin silver ingot, cutting the silver with a knife, just like the Irkutsk people eating fish in winter. Just like that, he cut off a piece and threw it to the crowd. His relatives and Xing'anbo in the carriage behind were crying without tears. This cut was all their flesh, but after all, it was only 50,000 taels, so it was not enough to make them impulsive. .

Besides, there's no point in being impulsive.

At this time, the nobles were basically just raising pigs, and their ancestors were rampant across the world, sweeping deserts in the north and conquering the oceans in the south. Now they are just a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

But then a large number of soldiers appeared.

The two men immediately had their four eyes shining at the same time, eagerly looking at the general behind the crowd...

"What are you looking at? Come here to get some money?"

Yang Feng shouted.

The soldiers who originally wanted to form a formation suddenly widened their eyes.

The five girls throwing money at the back looked like fairies with a halo of holiness...

"Quickly, capture this thief!"

The general behind him raised his sword and shouted.

The next moment, fifty kilograms of silver ingots roared through the air, passing over the soldier like a cannonball, and hit him accurately on the head. The general's brains came out instantly, and he fell off the horse with his head like a rotten watermelon. Before he landed, the soldiers were already cheering and swarming over, blending directly into the carnival-like people. Poor Zhangwu Bo and Xing'an Bo lowered their heads sadly.

"Let's go, let's go as soon as we say let's go, we're going through Kyushu like crazy..."

Yang Feng howled at the top of his lungs.

People soon appeared around to follow suit.

Then the heroic songs replaced their previous messy songs and echoed in the streets of the capital.

The mighty team continued to move forward, and soon arrived at the third unlucky house. There were even a large number of people who had received the news waiting here. However, the door was closed tightly, and there could be heard busy sounds inside, which must have been blocked. Door. This is Anxiang Bodi, a descendant of Zhang Xing, the hero of Jingnan. The current Anxiang Bodi is Zhang Guangcan. Originally, he was killed by Li Zicheng in history, or he might have been killed by Liu Zongmin. I have to say that it would be a pity if the grand event of trampling the bones of public ministers on the streets next year does not happen...

"Is this the loyalty you are looking for?"

On a small building not far away, a red-robed official stood beside Yang Guanguang and sneered.

Where they were looking, Yang Feng was trying to lift a huge boulder.

But it's a bit heavy.

"Cheer me up!"

Yang Feng shouted.

"Yang Shengyuan is mighty!"

……

There were shouts all around.

Then Yang Feng roared, and suddenly picked up the boulder, which weighed no less than 500 kilograms. Amid the crazy roars around him, he held it to his chest bit by bit like those in a strongman competition, and then placed it on the horse-mounting stone. , then he lifted it up and walked towards the wall in front of him like a troll attacking a city in Lord of the Rings. Then with a crazy roar, he was suddenly thrown against the wall. A big hole was opened in the green brick wall in an instant. The young men who had been prepared for the next moment swarmed up. With their rhythmic impact, they suffered heavy damage. The walls collapsed...

"If we weren't so brave and invincible, I, Shandong, would have been slaughtered by the Jianluo a long time ago. Not to mention that he is still the son of my Shandong family and a student in the government. Even if he is a monster, as long as he can continue to protect our Shandong from being massacred by the Jianlu, then We will still recognize him. What’s the big deal in robbing a few nobles? Tens of thousands of taels of silver are nothing. More than half of the Zang family in Zhucheng died, and millions of silver were robbed in Hecheng. As long as we don’t let my Yang family end up like Zang again. If my family ends up like this, I will admit that he is a monster."

Yang Guanguang sneered.

Shandong officials like him and Zhang Xin don’t care!

Stealing honors?

What a great grab!

If it weren't for Yang Feng's ability, they would all want to grab it together!

These nobles are the richest group of people in the north, and they are also the most miserly group. As long as they are truly loyal and can spend some money to help the court, maybe the Ming Dynasty will not end up like today. It is very satisfying to snatch their money now.

The man looked gloomily as he watched Yang Feng and his soldiers and civilians swarm in through the collapsed gap.

Inside, a group of domestic slaves who were originally guarding the gate ran over to block them in confusion, but Yang Feng casually picked up a piece of wood that was originally used to block the door but had not yet been used. He placed it across his chest and swept away the slaves in an instant, and then followed. His soldiers and civilians cheered and trampled over the house slaves. There was a noble man inside who was so frightened that he held his head and screamed, squatting in the corner like a balled up dog, but Yang Feng rushed straight to his side, grabbed the back of his neck and picked him up...

"Say, where is the silver? Ah, no, this is a bandit's line. I am a scholar. Do you know where the silver is?"

Yang Feng's unscrupulous voice came.

Then came the same unbridled laughter.

"Tricky people, unruly people!"

Hongpao said bitterly.

"Tricky people?

Even if they are unruly people, what's wrong with them?

These nobles have been hereditary for more than two hundred years, and the military households are no more than slaves. They farm and work for them, and even their daughters have to be sacrificed to them. Taizu's imperial edict is still there. If the imperial edict is followed, no one in this generation will be exempted. All of them belong to the Yi tribe. Back then, Taizu used his guard generals to starve the military households to death, and ordered his subordinates to fight with them. Hundreds of military households stabbed them to death with random spears. Today, these military households are just robbing them of some money.

What does it matter? Yang Guanguang said.

At this time, Yang Feng had already pinched the noble young master and hung him directly on the tree.

Just hang up.

After all, he couldn't keep pinching it. There happened to be a broken branch on the tree in front of him, so he hung it up directly. Then Yang Feng sat opposite him with a scholarly temperament and discussed with him the issue of redressing his grievances in a pleasant manner. At this time, an old woman led a group of domestic slaves and walked out of the second gate. She was putting on smiling faces and trying to get Yang Feng to let her go. However, she became anxious when she heard the 50,000 taels and sat down at the second gate to cry. Yang Feng impatiently used a knife to dredge the noble man's blood, and the old woman suddenly woke up...

"Quick, go prepare some money."

she howled.

"It's so depressing!"

The red-robed officer said angrily.

"Tsunadune?

Only those who are alive have integrity, and those who are dead are just starving. "

Yang Guanguang said.

After all, he also asked Chongzhen to make the gentry pay food as one body, and he saw these issues fairly clearly.

At this time, a team of royal guards rushed over...

"Your Majesty, are you scared now?"

he sneered.

Chongzhen...

Chongzhen was indeed afraid.

After all, he is not used to Yang Feng's painting style!

"Yang Sheng, Yang Sheng, Long live the Lord has decreed to summon you to the palace!"

The emissary who brought Yang Feng into the palace last time dismounted and said with a smile on his face.

"Well, I have not avenged my injustice, and I am still waiting to be punished. I really have no face to see Your Majesty."

Yang Feng sat there, looking at the silver being shipped out and said.

"Mr. Yang, His Majesty is aware of your grievances and has summoned you to personally clear your grievances."

The emissary said quickly.

As he spoke, he also looked at the white silver.

"Don't go!"

Yang Feng said frankly.

"Uh?"

I was shocked inside.

"Please go back and tell your Majesty that our Ming Dynasty has laws..."

Yang Feng said.

The noble prince who was hung on the tree felt melancholy.

"As a country with laws, everything must be in accordance with the law. I was wronged and I went to beat the imperial drum to report the imperial complaint. The imperial drum received the complaint and sent it to the palace to be judged by His Majesty. Your Majesty Designate the Ministry of Punishment, whether it is Dali Temple or Shuntian Prefecture, and send officials with the authority to handle this matter to handle the trial, list the witnesses and physical evidence, and make my grievances clear and clear. This is what your Majesty should do.

Your Majesty is not a judge.

This is an ordinary criminal case, not a rebellion. Even if I am in charge, it will be Wanping County or Yingtian Mansion.

How can I trouble Your Majesty?

Your Majesty, given his status and having so many things to do every day, how could he care about such a trivial matter like mine? "

Yang Feng said confidently.

So if you don't bother him, you're just pissing him off, right? Let’s talk about trivial matters and beat the drum at the same time, right?

The inner messenger cursed.

Of course, looking at the silver being shipped out, the emissary also knew that it would be difficult for him to enter the palace. With such a spectacular scene, he would not be willing to leave!

"Yang Sheng, Your Majesty is aware of your grievances, so there is no need to beat the drum."

He said with a smile on his face.

In fact, the court was already in trouble at this time.

Several high-ranking officials in the court headed by Zhou Yanru, such as Xu Shiqi, Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Zhang Guowei, Minister of the Ministry of War, etc., all demanded immediate suppression. This was a blatant rebellion and rebellion, and it was still in the capital. If they were not suppressed, where was the majesty of the imperial court? However, officials from Shandong and Beizhili firmly opposed it. Although they could not clear Yang Feng's territory, they cited his bravery and said that he was good at magic. If he was pushed into a hurry, he might endanger the emperor.

They are loyal ministers.

They admitted that Yang Feng was causing trouble...

This land cannot be washed.

However, since he has the ability to cause chaos in the capital, aren't you afraid that he will cause even greater trouble? Or even endanger the Holy Driver? This is the capital, just outside the imperial city. If he is really forced to rush into the palace, how can you protect His Majesty the Emperor?

Chongzhen was upset because of the quarrel between the two sides.

He really didn't expect this bastard to be so violent. He originally wanted to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers, but it turned out to be a riot. This bastard didn't play according to the routine at all. Now even in his head, he knew that if he continued to let Zhou Yanru go, the result would be Yang Feng messed up his capital. With this bastard's ability to incite and the current situation in the capital, it's not impossible for him to cause a Ming Dynasty version of the Jingyuan Rebellion in the capital. After all, there are too many people in the capital who don't have enough to eat. If he really leads these unscrupulous people to extort nobles from door to door, then the unscrupulous people will not care about the king's laws. They are almost starving to death. Now there is someone who leads them to rob money. If he doesn't do it, he will be a fool.

But the problem is...

How this ends is not up to him.

This kind of thing is easy to start. If you want to end it, it depends on whether Yang Feng has enough fun.

"No, I'm going to knock."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Mr. Yang, the younger one will take you to knock."

The emissary quickly said with a smile on his face.

"You take me to play the drum? Do you know how many traitors want to kill me? They already know that I am going to play the Dengwen Drum. They must have assassins waiting. As long as I go to the Dengwen Drum Courtyard, I will be murdered by them. You are the only one. The eunuchs can't protect me. My eldest brother, uncle Zhangwu, has inherited martial arts skills from his ancestors and has a courage that no man can match. Moreover, he has also made good friends with several other uncles. They all have martial arts skills passed down from their ancestors and have a courage that no man can match. , I can rest assured only if they protect me when I go to Denwen Drum Courtyard. Brother, my safety depends on you. We are close brothers, and I know your martial arts skills."

Yang Feng turned to Uncle Zhangwu, clasped his fists, and said solemnly.

Uncle Zhangwu...

Dragging his injured leg, he collapsed on the carriage and laughed as hard as he cried.

The emissary also laughed as hard as he cried.

Give him back his undeserved courage?

Mr. Yang is so funny.

Of course, he also knew that Yang Feng's motive for messing around was actually for one purpose. He was getting a taste of the sweetness and was reluctant to stop such pleasure, so he would not give up until he robbed all these nobles.

In this case……

That's none of his business.

Let these distinguished nobles have a headache!

(End of this chapter)