As soon as Ni Fuzi said this, everyone turned a corner: if this unfortunate new tax law was not from the hands of Prime Minister Li Cheng, it would have nothing to do with others! All of this is all a lack of moral ideas personally planned by Yan Day, the prince of the prison country who has not yet ascended the throne; Not only that, but if you contact the rumors on the street in recent days, saying that he owes Nankang a foreign debt of 4 million taels of silver, not only does it make sense logically, but the motives are all the same!

"Ni Fuzi, Ni Fuzi! You can see with your own eyes, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is planning to drain every drop of blood of our people to make up for the big hole he owes! Tell me, he threw such a heavy tax on our heads, but how can we little people live! ”

The South Gate Street suddenly fell into a panic, except for the 'life-saving straw' Ni Fuzi, who did not say a word or pay attention to anyone, as if he was in deep thought again...... Seeing his appearance as an old monk, several 'smart people' in the crowd immediately closed their mouths, and waved their hands vigorously around, and whispered to them, "Shhh...... Ni Fuzi is trying to find a way for us, be careful, don't make a noise to his old man's house......"

After a long time, Ni Fuzi finally raised his head again, looked at the shadowy palace in the distance, and said with a worried voice:

"Since the beginning of the Great War between the Two Norths, the first emperor was burdened by state affairs, and his old illness relapsed due to overwork, and he was unable to govern in person; That's why the crown prince was able to accept the appointment in danger and temporarily take over the post of superintendent of the country until today. However, according to the laws of Youbei and the rules of the royal family, before the first emperor was buried in the imperial tomb and the second prince did not return to the dynasty, he could not inherit the throne. Therefore, the current Royal Highness the Crown Prince is only the status of a prisoner at best. And the position of supervising the state is not qualified to promulgate new laws of the imperial court on its own without the approval of the prime minister......"

When the people heard Ni Xing's words, their eyes lit up. Although they don't know what court laws and what Yan family rules are, they can still understand the simple words 'prime minister's approval', 'unqualified', and 'second prince'! A few people whose brains were turning faster, and before Ni woke up to speak, they immediately spoke first and echoed in a loud voice:

"That's right! He is just a prince now, and he has no will to announce the succession of the first emperor to the world, why should he casually revise the imperial court tax law! Whoever of you likes to recognize him as the emperor will recognize him, Lao Tzu will definitely not recognize it! This little prince has not yet taken office, so he dares to add such a heavy tax to us, and if he really wants to wait for him to take office, then why not apportionment a foreign debt of four million taels of silver to us every year? There is no silver, whoever wants the master is still this sentence, there is no silver! ”

It was a shirtless man who spoke, and now he was shouting as he parted the crowd, apparently intending to leave the place. Someone around knows him, this is a butcher who sets up a stall in front of the South Market on weekdays, and makes a living by slaughtering pigs and meat. On weekdays, he is very short-tempered, and when he sees that his business is going to be heavily taxed, he immediately quarrels......

Unexpectedly, before he could leave here, a Flying Tiger military captain wearing a general's uniform walked in front of everyone with a team of soldiers. As soon as the lieutenant stretched out his hand, he drew the saber that hung from his waist and placed it on the shoulder of the shirtless butcher who had not yet left the place:

"I seem to have heard you say just now, I don't want to recognize this emperor? Is there such a thing? ”

The butcher's neck was touched by the cold blade of the snow, and goosebumps immediately aroused all over his body! But although he is only a butcher, after all, there is still the reputation of 'King Lin Yan' in the streets, and the size of the market in Fengjing City is also somewhat prestigious.

"No...... Not bad! That's what I said, what's wrong with me being fair? Now that the first emperor has passed away and the crown prince has not yet ascended the throne, there is no emperor on our Youbei Third Road, so what's wrong with me if I don't recognize it? ”

Judging from this way of speaking alone, it has actually been shown: This 'King of Lin Yan' has been cowardly! Now he no longer has the arrogant and arrogant air between his words, if he hadn't pressed his neck with a knife, he might have run away a long time ago. It's a pity that the 'voluntary concession' of this pig slaughterer, King Lin Hades, did not bring him the result he wanted......

"Poof......

King Lin Yan, who has killed pigs all his life, finally experienced what it is like to have a steel knife in his belly. He originally thought that with the good skin and meat he had trained, it would be much stronger than those fat and stocky pigs; didn't expect that under the steel knife in the other party's hand, it was no more tenacious than a piece of tofu......

This captain of the Flying Tiger Army does not have such complex emotions as his psychology, just a white knife goes in and a red knife comes out. After stabbing the other man in the abdomen, the captain immediately flew up again, kicked on the chest of the king of Lin Yan, and pulled back his standard steel knife with the force of the rebound. Immediately, he didn't look at the Lin butcher who fell to the ground and kept twitching, and pointed his bloody steel knife at the stunned people around him, and read in a tone of voice:

"By the will of the prince, our lords of the Flying Tiger Army will completely take over the defense of Fengjing City from today onwards! I don't ask how Wei Anheng used to manage it, and it has nothing to do with you! You people have heard it clearly to me, we military men are all rough people, and we don't know so many gentle methods of comforting each other, and we don't plan to learn! From now on, if anyone dares to make trouble in the city and falls into the hands of grandpa and me, it will all end up like this! If any of you don't believe me, you can come and try it! Use your neck to test whether this steel knife in your hand is soft or hard! ”

After finishing speaking, the captain brandished a steel knife that was dripping blood, pointing at one after another Fengjing people who had made the most fun and noisy noise just now; Wherever the blade passed, everyone lowered their heads and staggered their eyes, and no one dared to look at this fighting man who wanted to kill people.

"Humph! If you have nothing to do, hurry up and go home! From now on, if anyone dares to stay outside this palace, Lao Tzu will take off his head on the spot! Oh yes, starting next month, the new tax law will be officially implemented. At that time, all families will prepare the silver for the master, don't let the master and me work hard! If you are one step slower, or one less copper, the steel knife in your hand will not be long-sighted! ”

The Confucian and Taoist saint in everyone's hearts, Ni Xing, the old master Ni, was not frightened by the steel knife in his hand; On the contrary, the old scholar was still supported by the two students behind him, stood up tremblingly, took two steps forward slowly, gently stretched out his right hand, as if he was caressing a bud that had just opened, and moved away from the tip of the blood-dripping knife that was less than half an inch away from the door in front of him:

"You are just a lieutenant in the middle of the Flying Tiger Army, how dare you hold a sharp knife in the city and wantonly kill people in the street? Even if this man really violates any law of the imperial court, he is under the control of Lord Yin Wei of Fengjing Mansion, what does it have to do with you, the Flying Tiger Army? Take 10,000 steps back, even if you really want to cut off his head, it won't be your turn to make a move! Youbei has been a country for nearly a hundred years, and it is a rule passed down from ancestors that there are no iron tools in the city! Don't you see that even those officials and officials are holding whistle sticks on weekdays! Say! Who gave you the audacity to carry a knife outside the palace? ”

The lieutenant squinted his triangular eyes, waved his right arm, and gently shook off a bead of blood rolling off the tip of the knife, and then put the bloody-looking steel knife back on Ni Xing's shoulder:

"Old Bangzi, if it weren't for the prince's instructions in advance and rewarded you with three days, do you think you people would still be able to stand and talk to the master? Today, the lord has the emperor's order, and he can't kill you; But if the three-day deadline arrives, and you, the old man, give a shameless face, Lao Tzu will immediately chop you all into meat fillings and dumplings to eat! When the time comes, it's best to straighten the waist pole of your literati, if you really run for a half, you won't be happy to kill! ”

After the cruel words, the lieutenant gently shook the steel knife in his hand, slapped Old Master Ni's cheek twice with the cold and bloody blade, and made a 'pop, pop' sound: "Do you understand?" ”

Old Master Ni's face was stained with the blood of King Lin Yan at this time, but instead of being timid or angry, he smiled slightly:

"The old man and the disciples are not going anywhere, whether it is three days or five days, a hundred years or a thousand years, I will wait for you here, waiting for the swords and axes of the military masters."

The lieutenant looked at Ni Xing's kind and indifferent smile, and then looked at the blood marks on his face that were shot by the steel knife in his hand, and couldn't help but feel admiration. A veteran like him, what a 'horizontal' bastard, he has seen more than a hundred times before, and no matter how hard-headed a man is, he has long been surprised. Only Old Master Ni's soft and hard attitude now made him feel a little admiration from the bottom of his heart:

"I really didn't expect it! You are a powerless reader, and you can still grow such a hard bone! Okay, well, we also made a three-day appointment, if you are still sitting here and not running, I admire you as a character! After cutting off your head, I will collect your body myself! ”

"Then thank you Jun Ye......"

"Let's go!"

It came and went like a gust of wind, and after the captain of the Flying Tiger Army led the crowd to leave, the people who were still indignant also withdrew on their own. Anyone can see that these armored Flying Tiger Soldiers are different from those yamen officials who maintain order in the city on weekdays, they are all ruthless characters who want to kill people! Even the king of Lin Yan, who bullied the market and ran rampant in the countryside on weekdays, died on the spot, and he, a little common man, was still making a lot of fun!

So, on the South Gate Street in the afternoon, except for a few servants who came to protect the aftermath and collect the bones for King Lin Yan, it turned out to be unprecedentedly deserted.