As a group of soldiers poured out of the left gate of Chang'an and rushed to the mansion of the nobles in the city, a carnival of fighting local tyrants officially began.

Surround it first.

Their property is then counted and registered.

Immediately after that, it began to be confiscated, and all the gold, silver and jewelry were sent to Yang Dudu's temporary headquarters......

It is the Temple of Confucius.

After all, Yang Xin still had to be closer to the front line.

Zhang Mingzhen's main attack is Jubaomen, and he has no other place to choose, whether it is attacking Chaoyang Gate or Zhengyang Gate, it is indispensable to hit the cannonballs into the imperial city, even if Zhengyangmen can also have high shells fall in Hongwu Gate, let alone Chaoyang Gate.

And he came from the direction of Lishui, and he could only attack the south, and if he wanted to attack the north gates, he had to bypass the entire Zhongshan, and it was impossible for him to drag the heavy artillery out of the waterway to the north of the city and continue to provide logistics for it thereafter. It is also impossible to bypass the Yangtze River, not to mention that the Qinhuai River waterway has to go from the root of the Nanjing city wall, that is, out of the Qinhuai River, there is also a heavy cannon that locks the Yangtze River on the Yuejiang Tower, which is an eighteen pound cannon.

So the battlefield can only be the Treasure Gate.

Similarly, Yang Xin's headquarters can only be the closest Confucius Temple to Jubaomen.

All the gold, silver and jewelry were sent over.

In the heart-rending cries of these noble families, their accumulation of more than 200 years disappeared with those carriages transporting gold and silver, their large ingots weighing dozens of catties, their boxes of money, and their dazzling pearls and gemstones......

Nothing is gone.

Silks piled up in the warehouse!

Countless treasures!

Even the rare birds and beasts raised in the garden were snatched away by these bastards and slaughtered for meat.

"Everyone has a share, don't worry, everyone has clothes to wear, everyone has food."

Yang Xin shouted.

He was like a vendor with a big sale, standing in front of the door of the Wei Mansion with a loudspeaker in his hand and shouting.

And beside him were full of silk and satin, cotton cloth, and even bundles of cotton, all kinds of precious animal skins, all piled up haphazardly, and in front of these things, a row of tables were arranged, and those Yang family members were holding pens and lowering their heads to record.

And in front of them are the local people who line up, each holding the household registration certificate issued by the Baojia, and then according to the number of people in their family, they receive their share of cotton and cloth, including silk, here to achieve that everyone has clothes to wear, so in this winter, one person will come to a cotton coat! Silk is also useful, this can be used to wear inside, and animal skins can be used to make shoes at home.

As for those who do not have a local household registration, those who go to Yang Dudu to sign up will also get a new household registration......

Militiaman.

It's not just cloth.

Everyone has clothes to wear, and everyone has to eat.

So in another crowded place not far away, a sack of rice and white noodles that had just been moved out of Xu's house was placed there, everyone was holding a household registration certificate, and a person came first, and they all happened to have just distributed cloth, wrapped up these cotton cloths and carried them home.

"And there will be meat to eat!"

Yang Dudu shouted.

Decimeter place by the way, one person and one piece of meat.

"And there will be wine!"

Yang Xin continued to shout.

This doesn't have to be taken home, there is a final exit in front of it, who wants to drink it and pour it into a bowl, but if you have a container, you can also take it away, in fact, Yang Dudu does not support drinking, or does not support drinking rice wine. You must know that the amount of grain consumed by Jiangnan rice wine is amazing, even millions of stones every year, but it is also said that these millions of stones are only in the Huaiyang area, in short, the food wasted on winemaking every year is far more than Caoyun.

This is definitely not going to work.

He was going to drink it all and start collecting heavy taxes.

Of course, these ordinary people don't know this.

They led the cloth, the grain, the meat, and the wine like a carnival, as if they had stepped directly into the prosperous era in one step.

As for the Xu family......

What else could they do?

Do you dare to resist?

Don't be funny, their ancestors are indeed heroes, invincible in sweeping the world, but they are just a bunch of waste, and they have no other ability than to hide in their mansions and cry tremblingly.

In fact, it wasn't just them, none of the other noble families resisted, they were like a group of pigs on a meat case, allowing Yang Xin to carry a knife to slaughter, or like twenty years later, let a foreign race slaughter. No one resisted, and they didn't even dare to scold loudly, they were indeed hereditary nobles when they didn't face the butcher's knife, and they seemed to be gods who controlled all beings, but after being kicked down from the divine throne by Yang Xin, they were actually a group of mud tires painted with gold paint outside.

Aristocrat?

They are not as good as the gentry!

At least the gentry dared to fight Yang Xin with real swords.

"The inner library is burned into splendid ashes, and the heavenly street is full of public bones, I like this tune!"

Yang Dudu said with satisfaction.

However, this poem should have been lost, and it has not been excavated yet, only the current sentence is mentioned in the notes of the five generations of literati, but the whole poem was lost for thousands of years, until it was later found in the Dunhuang ancient scrolls, it is said that because the author wrote too true, it was unanimously condemned by officials so he did not dare to stay in the poetry collection.

I have to say that the power of this poem is really ruthless.

"Ying Guogong is very knowledgeable, and he even knows this poem."

A voice rang out next to him.

"Uncle Chengyi, are you here to mourn Wei Guogong?"

Yang Xin said.

Next to him was Liu Kongzhao.

Although Liu Bowen's descendant was unanimously evaluated as a traitor in the Hongguang Dynasty, he mainly wrote to Chongzhen to ask the latter to loot the people's wealth to anger the gentry, plus hooked up with Ma Shiying, but in terms of himself, he was worthy of the old Zhu family, and he was the only one in the Nanjing noble regiment who escaped and insisted on resisting the Qing Dynasty.

until drowning.

"Xiaguan is here to ask for orders from the Duke of Yingguo, Xiaguan is a guard, and it is his responsibility at this time, but he can't kill the enemy without the power of the chicken, so he is willing to go out of the city with the prince of Huaiyuan to ask for help for the governor."

Liu Kongzhao said.

He was actually so scared that he wanted to run away.

This is indeed too scary, Yang Xin has made it clear that he is ready to rebel, if he is against the flag one day, he may want to sacrifice his own flag, Nanjing will be left with him and the Chang family, he is only twenty this year, and he still has a good time, but he can't stay in such a dangerous place and wait for death. Not only him, but also Chang Yinxu's son Chang Yanling, their excuse is to go out of the city to ask for help, after all, they are young, if there is a day when Yang Xin raises a butcher's knife against them, the Chang Liu family can still leave their roots.

They were already convinced that Yang Xin was going to rebel.

It is impossible to kill Xu Hongji and others without rebellion, but now the time has not yet come, and they are still waiting, but the traces of the rebellion have been revealed, there is no doubt about it.

It's all expensive!

The iron coupons are all ignored, and they make a way to ask God to be speechless, how can they do this if they are not ready to rebel? Even the emperor had to take care of a few points before he killed someone, he killed a bunch of people at a time, and such a minister said that he did not rebel, which is simply an insult to people's intelligence.

So you have to flee quickly.

You must not wait for his butcher's knife to fall on your head.

"Go ahead, stay safe!"

Yang Xin said briskly.

They love to run or not, and when they go out, the most that means that he rebelled, but now the whole world says that he rebelled, and they don't care about these two, as long as the apocalypse hasn't said that he rebelled, then he is not a rebel......

It doesn't matter what the apocalypse says.

At this time, Yang Xin has nothing to fear, even if he is really condemned as a thief, the imperial court can't help his family, the Yang family Zhuangzi in Tianjin is completely an impenetrable fortress, as far as the imperial court's army in Gyeonggi, let alone attacking Xincheng, the Yang family in Xincheng is estimated to be able to capture the capital together. So don't look at the world and say that he rebelled, but if the apocalypse really decrees a crusade against him, Sun Chengzong and these people are estimated to stop it, you must know that the reclamation area over there in Xincheng can pull up at least 30,000 core members of the Yang family, and the current imperial court army around the capital will be beaten by these families.

At least until the wild boar skin is settled, Sun Chengzong will definitely not let the apocalypse make such a decree.

The Southern Gentry were the Southern Gentry.

They are not in danger, they can do as much as they want, their strength is enough, and they have an advantage over Yang Xin in Jiangnan.

But the northern gentry only dared to say that Yang Xin rebelled, and they absolutely couldn't do it, at least until the Liaodong War ended and the elite outside the pass could be transferred into the pass, Sun Chengzong had to stop the apocalypse from officially ordering Yang Xin to wear the hat of an anti-thief.

If it really angers Yang Xin, it will be troublesome.

Not to mention that the Yang family attacked the capital, that is, Mrs. Yang cut off food to the capital in a fit of anger, it is estimated that the capital will be in chaos, and the food supply in the capital has been almost controlled by Mrs. Yang over the years, and she is unhappy that it can really make a famine break out in the capital. Especially in the case of the general disaster in the north this year, the granary of the Yang family's harvest this year has become the pillar of food security in the capital, so before it is determined that it has the ability to break through the twenty fortresses in the new city, it can only thunder and rain.

It's okay to say that he rebelled.

Regardless of the officials, the gentry can speak.

But in front of the Yang family's lair, who has the ability to break through the new city, the emperor must not say it, not only can he not say it, but he even has to be gracious and appeased when necessary, such as giving Mrs. Yang an edict or something.

Liu Kongzhao was overjoyed and hurriedly saluted, and then hurriedly turned around and was about to leave......

"Uncle Chengyi, I don't think this poem is written enough to be atmospheric!"

Yang Xin said suddenly.

Liu Kongzhao looked back in amazement and looked at him suspiciously.

Obviously, he was at a loss for Yang Dudu to suddenly discuss poetry with him, when did this traitor care about poetry?

"I think it should be changed."

Yang Xin said very sincerely.

"Ying Guogong please advise?"

Liu Kongzhao said reluctantly with a smile.

"It should be changed to Tianjie stepping on the bones of the ministers, and the gate is hung all over the heads of the powerful!"

Yang Xin said.

Liu Kongzhao shuddered with fright.

"Uncle Chengyi, how about changing it like this?"

Yang Xin said.

"Very good, very good."

Liu Kongzhao finished speaking tremblingly, and hurriedly left as fast as he could.

"Tianjie stepped on the bones of the princess, and the gate was hung all over the heads of the powerful, good poems, good poems, so that the change was atmospheric enough, haha......"

Behind him, Yang Xin's evil laughter, like that of a villain, sounded before being backstabbed by a righteous warrior.

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