Baishui County, Shaanxi

"Add another 3 dollars per mu?"

Faced with Wu Jinkui's aggressive urging to levy Liao's salary, Wang Er angrily pointed to the scorching sun in the sky, and it was difficult to hide the anger in his heart: "Look at this day?

The weather is drought like this, and you see that there is no harvest at all, and everyone has nothing to eat, so you have to levy more? Are your hearts made of iron? ”

In the face of Wang Er's anger, Wu Jinkui showed even more anger, and he roared far more than Wang Er: "Wang Er, what are you howling? Isn't it the right thing to do when you farm and pay for food? You can question how the imperial court collects taxes? What do you mean by howling so loudly, do you want to resist taxes and not pay? ”

was yelled at by Wu Jinkui, but Wang Er calmed down a little.

Staring at Wu Jinkui, Wang Er's eyes climbed up a few bloodshot streaks at some point: "Wu Zhutou, are you too simple to pay taxes in the past, which makes you think that you are easy to bully." Oh, I'll tell you today, there is no money for Liao and Bei. You'd better hurry back, it's late, it's going to be dark. ”

As he spoke, Wang Er reached out and took the hoe handed over by Chongsan next to him, and slightly slapped it in his hand.

"What did you say?"

With a 'bang', Wu Jinkui pulled out half of his saber, and roared in a louder voice with a gloomy face: "Wang Er, what do you mean?" Do you want to fight taxes? ”

Wang Er, who was already full of anxiety from the scorching sun, scolded irritably: "Resist your mother's tax." Oh, I can't live, and I'll hand it over to your mother. If you don't get out, if you don't get out, oh I'll get you out! ”

Seeing Wang Er's bull's angry eyes when he saw the red cloth, Wu Jinkui's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Wu Jinkui had long heard that this Wang Er had a bad temper and had always been brave and ruthless. In the past, when fighting in the township, this Wang Er has always been the main force in their village. But he never thought that in the face of him, who represented the government, Wang Er would dare to be so arrogant.

Looking at the villagers behind Wang Er, Wu Jinkui completely pulled out the knife.

He brought more than a dozen baiding soap servants (temporary workers who were not staffed), and there were only seven or eight people behind Wang Er. Wang Er dared to speak to him like this, if he didn't arrest Wang Er back to the county office, who would still take Wu Jinkui in his eyes in the future.

"Wang Er, do you dare to resist taxes and not pay? Someone came, and the Sprinkle family arrested him back to the county office, and the flail was displayed to the public. While loudly announcing Wang Er's charges, Wu Jinkui pulled out his saber and slashed it vigorously.

Seeing that Wang Er on the opposite side was still not afraid, Wu Jinkui roared and rushed straight towards Wang Er. Behind him, the dozen or so impatient white soap servants who had been waiting for a long time also rushed forward with strange screams.

Unlike Wu Jinkui thought, in the face of Wu Jinkui and Bai Ding's soap servants who rushed in, Wang Er not only did not run, but waved his hoe fearlessly.

Seeing that Wang Er made a move, the villagers behind him also rushed up, and the two sides suddenly came together.

In the village a little farther away, when they heard and saw the two sides move, the villagers rushed out, shouting and rushing towards the place of chaos.

However, the villagers in the melee still have some scruples about Wu Jinkui's quick catch. Most of their sticks and hoes are still beckoning to those white soap servants, and rarely fall directly on Wu Jinkui.

Seeing that more and more villagers rushed out of the village, and the Bai Ding miscellaneous servants under his command had obviously fallen behind, Wu Jinkui regretted it in his heart.

knew that the villagers in Wang Er's place were so rude and unruly, so he went back to the county first and brought more people to come again.

It's good now, instead of taking down Wang Er, he asked these mud legs to beat his entourage. This time, he Wu Jinkui's face was embarrassed.

Swept towards Wang Er in the scuffle with hatred, Wu Jinkui's eyes showed a fierce light.

It's all to blame for this Wang Er.

This time, I didn't receive the tax, and I injured so many white soaps; He Wu Jinkui not only lost face, but also became the laughing stock of the county; What's even more terrifying is that it is difficult for him to escape from the board in the county.

Blame this second king, blame this second king!

Wu Jinkui muttered, raising his knife and rushing towards Wang Er in the melee.

If you dare not to give face to Lao Tzu, and dare to openly resist taxes, then don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless. As long as Lao Tzu kills this second king, look at these mud-legged people, who the hell dares to talk crookedly?

Thinking about it, Wu Jinkui no longer scruples.

The steel knife swung vigorously, and the blood flew up like a rainbow. A villager who stood in front of Wu Jinkui staggered to the ground with a terrible scream with splashes of blood.

Seeing blood, killing people.

The splatters of blood stunned all the villagers.

Fighting among the villagers is not uncommon in this era. The fight for water, the fight for land, and even the quarrel between the two villagers may lead to a large-scale fight.

However, even if the villagers are red-eyed and kill their opponents by mistake, there will never be a miserable scene caused by the swing of steel knives in front of them.

For a moment, the splattered blood frightened everyone in the melee.

With a cold smile in his heart, Wu Jinkui's face became even more angry. Walking quickly through the crowd of melees, he didn't stop lifting his knife and went straight to Wang Er.

The moment the blood was splashed, Wang Er was also stupid.

He has a bad temper; He is brave and ruthless; He has participated in several fights, and has been in the limelight a few times; But he had never killed anyone, and he had never seen such a bloody scene.

Seeing Wu Jinkui rushing towards him quickly, Wang Er was covered in wood and couldn't even lift his hands.

Closer, closer, one step closer, one more swing of the knife, and this farce will come to an end.

Staring at Wang Er, the fierce light in Wu Jinkui's eyes became thicker and thicker.

The arm exerted force, and the steel knife was raised......

There was a loud bang, and the human body staggered forward.

"Who's sneaking up on the Sprinkle family?" Wu Jinkui turned his head to look behind in disbelief, but his body fell to the ground uncontrollably.

A thin figure appeared in Wu Jinkui's eyes, and Wu Jinkui vaguely remembered that it was he who handed the hoe to Wang Shuangzhong.

Seeing Wu Jinkui's fat body fall in front of him, Wang Er's eyes were bloodshot. As if awakened from a nightmare, he roared and swung his hoe, slamming it down on Wu Jinkui with his greatest strength.

Screams echoed through the sky.

The villagers were stunned. They saw that the thin little seed three, who was knocked down by Bai Ding's soap servants, had just gotten up from the ground, and hit Wu Jinkui with a stick from behind; Seeing that Wang Er was like an angry bull, he swung his hoe and beat Wu Jinkui's flesh and blood to fly, screaming continuously until there was no more life.

Killed officials, rebelled.

With an exclamation of disbelief, more than a dozen white soap servants turned around and ran away in panic, and no one dared to stay in place any longer. In a blink of an eye, in addition to the stunned villagers, only the red-eyed Wang Er was left at the scene, and he kept smashing Wu Jinkui's body with a hoe and a hoe.

Looking at this bloody scene, he just got up from the ground and gave Wu Jinkui a stick to the seed, and he also fell into a huge shock.

Wu Jinkui is a serious official, and he is a fast arrester who represents the authority of the government, so let them be killed?

Are they going to be the thieves of the Ming Dynasty?

In the sound of Wang Er's blow, all the villagers at the scene fell into chaos.

In July of the sixth year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse, Wang Erxiao, a peasant from Baishui, Shaanxi Province, gathered hundreds of villagers to kill the tax collectors and fled to the north of the Luo River.

During the same period, Cheng County, not far from Baishui County, also ordered Zhang Douyao to be whipped to death and killed more than a dozen villagers in a row because of looting and tax collection. The villagers of Cheng County, who were forced to the extreme, gathered together, and under the leadership of the farmer Zheng Yanfu, they rushed into the county government to kill the county commander Zhang Douyao and robbed the whole city.

In terms of momentum alone, the peasant rebellion in Chengxian County was far greater than the peasant uprising in Baishui. But in the history of Zhu Youzhen's previous life, it was this Baishui Wang Er who opened the prelude to the peasant uprising at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

In this time and space, the news of these riots and uprisings, along with the large and small news from all over Shaanxi, quickly converged to Xi'an through the night incense, and then quickly sent to the capital through the channels of the public money bank, and urgently reported to Zhu Youzhen.

At the same time, after sending several officers and soldiers to Chengxian County, the Shaanxi officials were racking their brains to find all ways to conceal and conceal the report.

The new emperor ascended the throne, and they didn't want to lose their black hats for a few anti-tax mobs.

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