The sun gradually sets in the west, scattering a piece of golden yellow and lush greenery in Yingtianfu.

But this golden color did not change the 'desolation' of Ying Tianfu in the slightest, there was no one on the street, a cold wind passed through, and the dust was flying.

Now there is no need for anyone to come out and smash the store, perhaps because the atmosphere is different, more and more shops have joined the ranks of closing, which continues to expand, covering the entire Yingtianfu, and there are signs of this spreading to the surrounding prefectures and counties.

Countless people are secretly talking about it, speculating constantly, not knowing how this matter will end, and worrying very much.

On the north bank of the Qinhuai River, you building.

This is the largest restaurant among the salt merchants, and it is a major symbol on the Qinhuai River.

At this moment, dozens of people gathered, divided into four tables, each table was richly dressed and full of wealth.

Chen Fatzi of the Hui Gang sat on the edge of the main seat, holding a cup with a happy face, facing the old man who looked to be in his sixties who was seated away, holding a wine glass and saying loudly, "Third uncle, this time it's all up to you!" ”

The old man sitting on the throne, with a flat expression, raised his eyes to look at him, slowly raised his wine glass, and then raised it all.

Chen Fatzi was overjoyed, and hurriedly poured it again, then looked around, and said in a voice full of excitement: "Everyone, today we let the governor yamen and the court see our strength!" I believe that it will not be long before the imperial court will compromise and change the salt policy, otherwise, we will not back down! ”

"No concessions!"

"No concessions!"

"No concessions!"

The people in the restaurant all shouted, their expressions were firm, and their eyes were burning.

They are all the 'victims' of the 'New Deal', and they are gathered together at this moment not only to oppose the 'Salt Deal', they are to let the imperial court see their strength and abolish the entire 'Jingzheng New Deal'!

Seeing that his emotions were mobilized, Fat Chen smiled with satisfaction, turned his head to look at the 'third uncle' on the main seat, and said eagerly, "Third uncle, say a few words, we are all here for you." ”

As soon as Chen Fatzi's voice fell, the restaurant was quiet, and everyone's eyes looked at this 'third uncle'.

The old man looked up at everyone, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, there was no expression on the old man's face, and he said lightly: "The old man has nothing to say, the so-called 'official coercion and rebellion', we also have to do it, the loss of everyone here, how much is counted, the old man will give it all, and never let everyone suffer!" ”

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard it, and they still said politely: "The third uncle said that he was laughing, how can he ask the third uncle to give it." ”

"Yes, yes, we are all fighting against the 'faint government' of the imperial court, and thank you to the third uncle for taking the lead......"

"Naturally, it's my conceit, and it won't take long, so the third uncle doesn't need to worry!"

Fat Chen listened to a group of people expressing their loyalty one by one, and he hurriedly followed: "Third uncle, don't worry, we can hold it for ten days and a half months!" Third Uncle doesn't need to be distracted by me......"

The 'third uncle' listened, bowed slightly, and said after a while: "I know your worries, but they are all redundant. The importance of Nanzhili to the imperial court and to the Ming Dynasty is greater than you think, and the emperor will never dare to mess around! ”

Fat Chen's heart was relieved when he heard this, and everyone present was smiling.

More than 60% of the current tax grain of the imperial court comes from Jiangnan, more than 80% of Jiangnan comes from Nanzhili, and the tax and silver are directly more than 70%!

Just ask, who dares to mess around in Nanzhili?

The 'third uncle' took in the expressions of this group of people, a little expression appeared on his face, and he said with a smile, "The governor yamen has not moved, which means that they know the seriousness of the matter and are discussing, what we have to do now is to expand the matter not too much, the bigger the matter, the more we will succeed, and we will be able to return to the fourth year of the Apocalypse......

As merchants, they don't want taxes, they don't want the mess of 'conventions', 'guidelines', 'regulations' that pop up out of nowhere, they want to go back to before the apocalypse, which is the world they dream of now!

"That's what the third uncle said!"

"Jan. The state has already moved, and Lord Cao is said to have written a handwritten letter......"

"Master Bi Zikang also wrote, Su. The state side is also coming! ”

"Big things can be expected!"

A group of people were very excited and gossiping.

The 'third uncle' looked motionless, sat here for a while, and then left.

Naturally, a group of people got up to see each other off, and they were very enthusiastic.

Governor's Yamen.

Fang Kong Shao, Xu Jie, Shi Bangyao and others are all secretly discussing.

Xu Jie said, "Lord Fang, the Criminal Prison Department can directly ask for people from the Governor's Palace, and then carry out a large number of layoffs on the existing officials, so that they will all listen to our ......."

Shi Bangyao said: "The lower officials agree. The Criminal Prison Division was formed overnight, and tomorrow we will train it, and it will definitely be of great use. ”

The master said: "The Governor's Yuan can also be used, since Wang Beicheng 'surrendered', then he should come up with a certificate of nomination......

"After this time, there will inevitably be a lot of cases, Dali Temple might as well build a shelf first......"

"There is no shortage of manpower, whether it is neutral or supportive, it can be co-opted now......"

"Yes, the provincial newspaper and the government newspaper should also be erected, and the public opinion among the scholars must be in the hands of the governor's yamen!"

Fang Kong Shao listened quietly, and was quite relieved in his heart, he was still alone before the day, but today he has so many helpers, and these advice can be quickly effective.

"Okay, don't waste time!"

Fang Kong Shao stood up and said in a deep voice: "Overnight action!" ”

"Yes!" A group of people stood up and answered in silence.

Everyone was just about to leave, but Fang Kong Shao said again, "Lord Xu stays for a while." ”

Xu Jie was stunned, turned around and walked back.

Fang Kong Shao's eyes hesitated slightly, but he still spoke, "Lord Xu, the emperor...... What's your news over there? ”

Xu Jie immediately understood what Fang Kong Shao meant, and said, "Don't worry, my lord, the lower officials have never had a personal contact with the emperor. ”

Fang Kong Shao actually wanted to see Zhu Xu and explore his thoughts, so he said: "Well, I've been tired for the past few days, and I'll hold a grand welcome banquet for you in a few days." ”

Xu Jie didn't care, and went out in response.

The governor's yamen has too much to do, and for the 'New Deal', it is not too much to waste and wait for the revival.

Wu family compound.

The once brilliant, lively, busy, and crowded Wu family compound is now quiet and terrible, with black lights and blind fire, without a trace of life.

In the past, it was a place where nobles, high-ranking officials, and wealthy businessmen were keen to come, even if it was the original Liubu Shangshu, Wei Guogong and others were frequent visitors here.

In a dark room, an old man reclined in a rocking chair, his eyes closed, motionless, not a little angry, and even outsiders could hardly tell whether he was alive or not.

Not far from him, there were three old men, sixty or seventy, sitting on chairs, leaning forward, quite respectful.

The one on the right looked at the old man in the rocking chair and frowned, "Father, are we really going to do this?" Jingzheng is not an apocalypse, nor is it Wanli, so it cannot be speculated with common sense. ”

The middle one suddenly snorted coldly and said, "Big brother, there's nothing to be afraid of!" Jing Zheng is going to kill us, it's not that easy! ”

The one on the far left looked at the old man who closed his eyes and didn't have a little breath, and said in a deep voice: "Father, it has begun now, there is no turning back, since Jingzheng has arrived at Yingtianfu, what should we do next?" ”

The old man in the rocking chair was motionless, and it took a long time to open his eyes slowly, his eyes were cloudy and he couldn't see the pupils clearly, his face was deeply wrinkled, his lips were dry and cracked, his voice was a little choppy, every word seemed to be very laborious, but every word was unusually clear: "Also...... Step...... Also...... Hasten...... See...... Good...... Only...... ...... Collect"

The three brothers couldn't help but be stunned when they heard their father's words, and then thought about it.

Mrs. Wu is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites of the Wanli Dynasty, and has won the trust of Wanli, and has been in the officialdom for nearly 60 years, from the cabinet battle of the Jiajing Dynasty to the 'national capital dispute' during the Wanli period, he has seen it, and even many of them have personally experienced it, and the political wisdom is not comparable to several sons.

Wu Lao Er in the middle glanced at the two brothers left and right, looked at the old man and said, "Father, about the tax grain......

The boss's face suddenly changed, and he said: "If Nan Zhili's tax grain is reduced by half, Jing Zheng will definitely not give up, this can't be ......."

The third child did not speak, and his face was calm.

Their Wu family has a lot of energy, and there are too many ways to reduce Nanzhili's taxes and grain, and if it is reduced to a certain extent, it will make the imperial court and the emperor feel 'pain' and force them to make changes. But this is not without side effects, that is, the court or Jingzheng will retaliate, and this kind of revenge is not something they can afford.

- It's not the pre-apocalypse anymore, and today's Jingzheng doesn't pay attention to rules!

As soon as Boss Wu's words fell, Elder Wu's anger immediately came up again, and he said angrily: "Jingzheng has forced us to this point, do we still have to wag our tails and beg for mercy?" ”

Mrs. Wu frowned and said, "Although the 'Jingzheng New Deal' is debatable, we can't go too far, otherwise it will ......."

"What can you do with us?" Wu Laoer's anger was completely aroused, and he said directly and coldly: "Otherwise, what!" Our Wu family is not easy to bully, the salt merchants and grain merchants in Nanzhili do not hate the New Deal, as long as we twist into a rope, Jingzheng will definitely know that it is powerful! ”

Old Lady Wu's eyes were slowly closed, and he was saving all his strength.

Wu Laosan listened to the two elder brothers arguing, and couldn't help frowning: "Listen to my father." "In the Wu family's generation, Wu Laosan is the core position.

The two of them immediately shut up and turned to look at the old man.

But the old man did not speak, and never spoke.

The three brothers looked at each other, then stood up, bowed slightly to the old man, and then retreated.

The three brothers gathered together in another chamber, their faces sunk.

Although the 'business' outside is in full swing and gives the entire Nanzhili a surprise, the next thing is more troublesome and requires more careful response and operation.

If they are not careful, their Wu family will be buried with them!