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Chapter 75: Clamping stick, see clamping stick again

The military household then ran to report to Xue Lian.

The latter was currently leading the Jinyi Guards to search for Wu Sanfu in the city...

Of course, he was forced by Chongzhen.

His Majesty the Emperor is now in an extremely manic and helpless state.

Or in a rage of incompetence.

Really incompetent and furious.

He has no way to solve the current chaos, even if he offers a girl to the thief again, and he also knows that his daughter's going out will bring him more humiliation, but there is actually no other gain. It seems that his daughter appeased the thief. The traitor is actually more like the traitor coaxing his daughter to play.

He is the supreme king in the world, but now he can only shrink into the imperial city. He has millions of military households, but now millions of military households listen to Yang Feng. He has the Dukes of Gongun, but now they are all shrinking like him. In the imperial city.

Incompetent rage!

There is really nothing but incompetent rage!

In fact, he had already guessed that the masterminds behind the scenes were probably Xue Lian and the others, but he approved of the behavior itself. Regardless of the reason for these nobles, it finally proved that there were still people in the capital who dared to attack Yang Feng. His Majesty the Emperor is now very aware of his situation, so it is definitely not possible for him to break up with Yang Feng, as that would put his life in danger. But it was also unbearable for him to sit back and watch Yang Feng humiliate his royal authority outside, so the best way was for someone to jump out and fight Yang Feng fiercely.

It would be best to kill Yang Feng.

Before, he just sat back and watched Zhou Yanru plot against Yang Feng, but now he also likes to see nobles fighting against Yang Feng.

Of course everyone is happy if they win.

Lost...

If you lose, just abandon it.

Just a consumable item!

Just like abandoning Zhou Yanru.

If you don’t throw away consumables that have no use value, why keep them?

He is the emperor, and he has given these people everything. He has given them glory, wealth, and honor. It is natural for these people to sacrifice for him, so he forced Xue Lian, Gu Zhaoji, and Zhu Guobi to bring Jin Yiwei to him in the city. Search for Wu Sanfu. If you can’t find him, don’t go see him!

In other words, if you can't find it, don't even think about hiding in the imperial city. Just wait outside and wait to die!

Yang Feng is cruel and ruthless.

If you dare to hire someone to assassinate him, wait until he catches you and bleed each of you!

Unless you catch Wu Sanfu.

So after receiving the secret report from the military household, the three of Xue Lian, who were in panic, were overjoyed and rewarded the military household heavily. Then they took the royal guards, domestic slaves, and even heavily hired martial arts masters to Dongzhimen Shuiguan to set up an ambush, waiting to capture Wu Sanfu. .

At this time, Yang Feng's old military household also completed the investigation.

"Mr. British, please give me an explanation!"

Yang Feng threw a pile of paper directly into Zhang Zhiji's face.

The latter had been waiting for most of the night and was already unconscious at this time. He just looked at him blankly.

The old housekeeper quickly held it in his hand and read the contents.

Then his expression changed.

"Yang, Mr. Yang, this is all nonsense. In this day and age, how can we have 200,000 stones of rice in storage in our house? If you don't believe it, I can take you to those grain stores and warehouses to search. If you can find it, If it exceeds 20,000 dan, you can cut off the smaller ones."

He said.

Zhang Zhiji woke up instantly.

Then he grabbed the papers and looked at the words on them.

"I have been doing good deeds all my life, how come someone still harms me like this!"

He howled sadly.

Then he beat his couch there sadly, coughing violently, as if he might not be able to take another breath, and the old housekeeper hurriedly beat him again.

Yang Feng grabbed it casually and took out a...

"This is the testimony of the clerk of your Zhang family's grain store on Chongwenmen Street. The day before yesterday, he followed the shopkeeper to transport grain to the Zhang family's Xunzhuang in Shunyi. There are more than fifty warehouses there, all of which store goods imported from the south last year. The total amount of rice shipped was at least 10,000 dan. He also heard from the manager of Xunzhuang that there were dozens of such warehouses, just waiting for the price of rice to increase by another 10 taels in a few days before selling them out.

So this is fake? "

He said.

"Fake!"

The housekeeper and Zhang Zhiji said in unison.

"I'll give you another chance. It's not far from here to Shunyi. If I ask someone to check it out and it turns out there is none, I'll drop the matter. If it turns out there is..."

Yang Feng said with a cruel smile.

Then he waved.

"Bring up the stick!"

he shouted.

Several young men immediately came over carrying a wooden frame that had obviously just been made.

This thing is made of iron wood. It is actually a special wooden bed, but there are two square logs standing on both sides of the wooden bed. A pole made of the same square log is inserted inside, lying across the wooden bed. The square logs on both sides are tightened with multiple iron plates to form a chute. There is also a square log under the iron plate, so that the bar can only move at a limited height between the bed and the square log. However, at this time, there is still a gap between the bar and the bed. Wearing a pig's head.

The two pig heads looked at Zhang Zhiji.

A live pig, of course.

The unlucky pig was fixed on the bed by a belt and stared at the British male with its two small eyes.

"British sir, let me show you something interesting."

Yang Feng lay on Zhang Zhiji's face and said ferociously.

Then he looked at the military households.

"Brothers, let me see something new."

He said.

The military households were full of joy.

There were two soldiers on each side of the bed, one holding a wooden wedge and the other holding a sledgehammer. The one holding the wooden wedge inserted the object between the square wood and the pole. The one holding the sledgehammer first raised his hands to the surroundings, looking very proud. Then they spat in the palms of their hands, picked up the sledgehammer and swung it. Accompanied by their shouts, the two sledgehammers hit the wooden wedges at the same time.

The wooden wedge instantly smashed in a large section, and the pole was pushed downwards suddenly.

Ironwood is extremely hard.

It didn't break, but instead pressed the pig's head downwards.

"Ow!"

The pig, caught between the bed and the bars, let out a mournful cry.

The two small eyes were obviously staring outwards, looking at the British father with an angry look.

The latter screamed in fright.

However, this method cannot be said to be very scientific after all. Immediately after the two wooden wedges exited outwards, the pig struggled like crazy, trying to break away from the belt, and it actually succeeded. After breaking away from a belt, it immediately pulled out its head, He threw himself directly under the bed, with blood still coming from his nose, and stumbled into the British Duke's bed in a daze.

The couch was knocked over, and then the pig exhausted its strength and fell next to the British male who also fell to the ground.

Groaning and twitching.

There was blood in his mouth, nose, even in his eyes and ears.

But this thing is still pretty strong.

Not even dead.

"Mr. British, if you lied to me, then it would be your son, and your grandchildren would lie next to you like this."

Yang Feng squatted beside the stunned British male and said.

Zhang Zhiji slowly raised his head, showing an expression that was hard to tell whether he was laughing or crying...

"Mr. Yang, I am old and have a bad memory. I really forgot that there is some food stored outside."

He said as if his heart was bleeding.

"So he lied to me?"

Yang Feng pointed at the housekeeper and said. The housekeeper was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, yes, this guy has a habit of lying to others."

Zhang Zhiji said without hesitation.

"Clip it!"

Yang Feng shouted.

"Yes, yes, catch this guy quickly!"

The British father said quickly.

"I'm talking about you. He is your slave. It's the master's fault if the slave doesn't teach. Please ask the British Duke to clamp the sticks, and then load the clamped sticks onto the carriage. Let's go to Chengguo Duke's Mansion. The British Duke, these two sledgehammers will If you don't know how to knock in, it depends on who can tell the truth, you or Duke Cheng. If neither of you tells the truth, then you are the pig.

But don't worry, if you tell the truth and he tells a lie, then he will take your place. "

Yang Feng said.

"Uh?"

Zhang Zhiji was dumbfounded.

Immediately afterwards, the military households swarmed up, carried him and pressed him on the bed, and replaced him with a new belt and tied him tightly while he struggled.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't change, he doesn't have the strength of that pig.

Originally, Yang Feng asked the military households to load the bed into the carriage, but it was difficult to put it away. The military households simply lifted it up, carrying the bed and the British prince on it like the emperor's sixteen-carriage chariot. Amid the cheers of countless military households, he walked directly to the gate of Duke Chengguo's Mansion in Renshoufang, which was not far away. Then he put down the bed under the astonished eyes of the slaves. Yang Feng walked straight to the door of the mansion, grabbed the two slaves who were slow to react, and threw them on the door together. The door was suddenly knocked open, and inside They are the domestic slaves who are waiting...

"Where's Duke Cheng? The British Duke is here in person. Come out quickly to greet him!"

Yang Feng shouted.

A middle-aged man stepped forward cautiously behind the house slaves.

"The British Duke, Mr. Yang, my father has gone to the palace to see His Majesty and has not returned yet."

He raised his hand and said.

"Is he the son of Duke Cheng?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Yes, bastard, the sixth child!"

The military households shouted.

"Come, my little master, since your father is not here, today you will play a little game with the British father instead of your father. A game in which I ask you to answer. The one who answers incorrectly will be punished."

Yang Feng stepped forward, instantly knocked away the two slaves, and grabbed Mr. Zhu by the neck before reaching Zhang Zhiji.

"How many grains are there in Chengguo Duke's Mansion?"

he shouted.

"Three hundred thousand stones!"

"Ten thousand stones!"

Zhang Zhiji and Mr. Zhu shouted almost at the same time.

Of course, what Zhang Zhiji shouted was three hundred thousand. Master Zhu looked at Zhang Zhiji in shock.

At the same time, Yang Feng took out another statistical form from his pocket. This thing is really not difficult to check. These noble families are not strictly keeping secrets, they just don't tell the outside world, but their employees, even Familiar military households all know it very well. After all, the military households in the capital have been living here for generations like them. Not to mention such trivial matters, even the military households in the capital are well aware of some things in the Chengguo Palace that are not known to outsiders.

How much food his family stores and where it is hidden can be found out with a little investigation.

Not only his family, but other noble families are also under investigation at the moment, especially the three families of Xue Lian. Yang Feng has no habit of letting his enemies go. These three families will definitely be copied.

"Congratulations, you got the answer right. Quickly answer it for the British public!"

Yang Feng looked at Zhang Zhiji with satisfaction.

The soldiers hurriedly untied him while the British prince was crying with joy.

And Yang Feng looked at Mr. Zhu...

"Come on, my little master, it's your turn to go up and enjoy it."

He said.

The military households immediately rushed forward.

"You unscrupulous people, how dare you, how dare you, daddy, save me quickly..."

Mr. Zhu struggled and screamed.

Yang Feng turned to look at the domestic slaves, and the military households on both sides of him also pushed the cannon forward. The muzzle of the cannon was pointed directly at the Duke Cheng's Mansion. None of the domestic slaves dared to move. Behind Yang Feng, the unlucky Mr. Zhu was struggling and screaming. He was forced onto the bed and tied with a belt. Then a wooden bar was pressed down, and wooden wedges were stuffed in on both sides. Two men wielding sledgehammers Be prepared too.

"Mr. Cheng Guo, stop hiding. Your family has 300,000 stones in grain storage. This is certified by the British public. Now you must either hand over the grain storage or your son's head will be crushed. Then I will lead people in to search. At that time You still have to lose.”

Yang Feng looked inside the gate and shouted.

"Mr. Cheng Guo, my Zhang family has voluntarily donated all 200,000 stones of food stored in it to help His Majesty feed the hungry people. Don't keep those from your family. We all live with the country. At this time, we should do our best to help. His Majesty."

Zhang Zhiji said weakly.

however……

There was no reaction inside.

"Mr. Cheng Guo, I'll count to three. If you don't sacrifice yourself again, don't blame me for being rude."

Yang Feng said.

There was still no reaction inside.

Of course, he could be sure that Zhu Chunchen was hiding in the mansion.

However, Duke Cheng would rather sacrifice a son than pay for food. He has no shortage of sons. He is nothing more than a bastard. A son like this can be sacrificed. What's more important is that he is different from Zhang Zhiji. The latter is about to die and has stopped serving as an official. His son is an ordinary nobleman, but Zhu Chunchen is an important minister who Chongzhen values ​​​​very much. It is said that this is what Chongzhen wanted to take care of before he died. Once such a trustworthy veteran became convinced that his family not only had a fortune of one million, but also had a hoard of three hundred thousand hidden in the house when the emperor had no food to feed his army. Shi, is planning to make a fortune when the capital's food is exhausted and food prices soar. All that awaits him is Chongzhen's anger. Chongzhen will no longer have any trust in him, and his role as a virtuous old minister and the Great Mingzhu Shi can no longer continue. .

He couldn't lose this image.

He has no shortage of sons.

In fact, he has no shortage of food. His collaborators from the south will bring it after the canal thaws.

But his image in Chongzhen's heart cannot be broken, and Chongzhen's trust in him cannot be broken. As long as he still has this trust, the loss of money is nothing. Yang Feng will ransack all his Chengguo Duke's mansion, and even his mansion. Once burned by fire, Chongzhen will only give him new ones in the future.

Also with Chongzhen's trust, he will quickly make more money in the future.

Power is more important than anything else.

He wanted to maintain his image as a virtuous old minister in Chongzhen's heart.

Yang Feng sighed.

"What kind of father is this? Worse than a beast!"

He sighed like Brother Dao.

Then he looked inside the door where there was still no response.

At this time, Mr. Zhu behind him already understood that he had been abandoned by his own father. He was struggling like crazy under the clamp, screaming in horror.

then……

"three!"

Yang Feng shouted.

Military households on both sides picked up sledgehammers and without hesitation hit the two wooden wedges with all their strength...

"Ow!"

Mr. Zhu suddenly let out a scream that stopped abruptly.

"Damn, it's not as hard as a pig's head!"

Yang Feng looked at the blood under the bar and said with contempt.

(End of this chapter)