The city is full of Yellow Turbans

Chapter 43
"Forget it! Forget it. Don't you guys understand that what I'm talking about is appropriating their surplus labor and surplus products for free? Do you know how much value a common people can create and how much food can be produced by working for a year? It can produce [-] catties of grain a year, and at least [-] catties have been exploited, and you don’t have to do anything, just harvest the ready-made, and you can live comfortably. Look at you, all of you are fat and fat, What you wear, what you eat, what you wear, which one is the result of your own hard work? It’s not the hard work of these people. Can you sit here, study, study, and chat? It’s not their hard work. Frozen to death by the roadside, starved to death in the wilderness, even if I, Xu Feng, have lied."

"The imperial government's land tax is only [-]/[-]. Where does the exploitation come from? It's just nonsense." The thin scholar from before retorted again.

"Thirty to one, that's true, but for the rest, I will help you figure it out. The poll tax is 200 yuan per household per year, and adult men have to pay 300 yuan as a tax. Even the disabled are not immune. Children between the ages of 1 and 14 have to pay a lot of oral tax; the adult tax is no less than a hundred dollars per person, even the elderly are no exception. Wait, add it up, how much is there? People work for a year, even if the weather goes well, there is not much left, everyone, isn’t this considered exploitation?”

Xu Feng's words directly silenced the audience, and everyone froze.

Xu Feng said again: "It's all right if the weather is favorable, the common people still have something to eat, but you guys who don't get wind or rain on weekdays and just enjoy having fun, do you know what happened in the north? Tell me You are everywhere, the fields are barren, not a single blade of grass grows, and locusts are rampant, there is no grain harvest, no harvest, and you have to pay such a heavy tax, what should the people do?"

"What does this have to do with us? It's the court collecting taxes, not us?" A sharp-mouthed young man sneered disdainfully.

"I'm fucking your mother!"

Xu Feng jumped forward angrily, and came to the man. At the moment when the man was stunned, he ruthlessly smashed his fist full of explosive power.

"Bang bang bang!" The violent fist slammed down mercilessly, Xu Feng beat and cursed at the same time, the fist full of anger, the sharp-mouthed boy who hit him screamed and spurted blood.

"Damn it, don't tell me, except for the land, there is no official in your family, and there is no tax from the court. Do they drink the northwest wind? Don't think I don't understand the selection system of the court. It's all about you families Wealthy, relatives and relatives recommended you here, and the children of poor families have no future at all. You who are officials have taken over, you have taken over the fields, and you are still fucking saying that you are not exploiting. You are a fool if you treat me as an old man."

Everyone was dumbfounded. Xu Feng's beating was so powerful and powerful. After a while, the young man on the ground was silent.

"Let go, let go, Xu Feng, do you want to kill someone?" Sima Hui had just arrived at the door, and when he saw such a scene, he hurried forward and loudly discouraged.

"Pooh!"

Spit fiercely on the ground, Xu Feng scolded: "I don't want to get angry today, but there are bedbugs who are not afraid of death to provoke me, what a shame."

"Ah!" Almost beaten to death, Xu Feng is still so 'wronged', as if all the faults are others, he turned into Dou E.

"By the way, old man, what's the boy's name?" When Xu Feng got angry, even the gentleman forgot to call him, leaving Sima Hui speechless for a while.

"Yingchuan Guotu."

"Guo Tu? Hmph, that guy who doesn't know how to live or die, check to see if he's dead, and throw it out if he's dead, so as not to dirty my eyes." Xu Feng sneered disdainfully.

Guo Tu?

Somewhat impressed, it seems that under Yuan Shao's tenure, he is a low-level character. Xu Feng of his Guo family dares to move. There is no need for Xu Feng to take a small Guo Tu to heart. If it were Guo Jia, it would be another matter. one thing.

"Xu Feng! What you said today offended all the aristocratic families, aren't you afraid? Let me tell you, the aristocratic families own not only land and power, but also public opinion. People's words are terrifying. Once you offend The aristocratic family, everyone criticizes the pen and criticizes the pen, and everyone makes the gold, and if you make excuses in every possible way, you will eventually be buried in the vast ocean." The thin scholar retorted again, this time with a more serious tone, which can be said to be a burst of blood, directly poking Xu Feng weakness.

"You're right, but do you think that even if I don't move even a single hair of the aristocratic family, will they let the Yellow Turban Army go? Never. If the poor people want to stand up, they will threaten the fundamental interests of the aristocratic family, right? The imperial court has hundreds of years of foundation, so I am different from them and do not seek each other. We can't get together at all, but don't forget, I can destroy the family, but I can also support it. In a word, those who follow me will prosper, and those who oppose I will perish. When the Yellow Turban Army becomes a prairie fire and sweeps across the country, do you think that the aristocratic and wealthy families still have binding force on me, Xu Feng? Right and wrong, justice and evil are written by the victors. Wang Baikou, through the ages, there is no exception. In the past, the great ancestor Mangdang Mountain, who killed snakes and rebelled, was nothing more than a first-class grassroots bandit. How about today? Who dares to criticize and slander, hahaha!"

Xu Feng looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and stepped out of the study hall. The room was silent for a long time, and everyone was completely shocked by Xu Feng's words.

"Those who follow me will prosper, those who oppose me will perish! Xu Feng is really different, with such a heart, so ruthless, it seems that there is another terrible hero in the world." Looking at Xu Feng's back, the thin scholar murmured muttered to himself.

"Guo Jia!"

Xun Yu's eyes fell on the boy, and he shouted in surprise.

"Wen Ruo! This person is proficient in strategy, scheming, and decisive in doing things. He is very comparable to others. In time, he will be full-fledged and hard to resist." Guo Jia couldn't help but blurt out praise.

"That's right, this Xu Feng, who has such a clear view of the current affairs and political situation, is really a terrifying character. It's a pity that he actually took refuge in the Yellow Turban. It's a pity, a pity."

"So what about the Yellow Turban? Didn't you hear what he said? He can destroy the aristocratic family, but he can also support it. This is a signal. It is better to give charcoal in the snow than to add icing on the cake. I believe that once this remark is made, some aristocratic families will choose to support Xu Feng, otherwise , if the Yellow Turban really gains power, the consequences will be unimaginable." Guo Jia doesn't value family status, although he comes from a wealthy family, but his status is poor, so the views of the family are the most thorough. The difference, a noble family can become a poor family, and a poor family can also become a noble family, the reason couldn't be simpler.

(End of this chapter)