The third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

The five merchants, who had originally planned to leave, confessed their crimes, summoned their entourage, whispered a little, and then sat down with a smiling face. Such an opportunity for in-depth communication should not be missed, and even Master Wang, who was the governor of the yamen, couldn't help but sit down and raise a glass to drink.

Whew......

A sound of swift footsteps sounded on the wooden plank of the stairs, and Xiao Fei walked over quickly and stood behind Zhang Yun.

"All gone?"

"Yes, they're all gone!"

"It's okay, toast without eating and drinking, and save favors when you get it."

Zhang Yun's tone was much calmer than when he usually spoke, but Xiao Fei, who had been following him for a while, could hear that there was a volcano about to erupt hidden in his family's heart.

Looking back at the businessmen who had changed color on the table, Zhang Yun smiled gently: "Xiao Qianhu, go down and call all the brothers in, and there are more than a dozen tables in the hall on the first floor."

The brothers have worked hard during this time, let them fight tonight, why don't we have a good drink tonight and start working tomorrow. ”

Xiao Fei didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly went downstairs to call Fang Peilun and other soldiers who were standing in the cold wind in, and hundreds of people poured into the Drunken Immortal Residence together, crowding this huge restaurant.

The second floor is naturally the place where the generals gather, and the soldiers are upright, and in front of a few businessmen, they are all excited, shouting that they are going to raid the homes of those profiteers who do not give face.

Everyone at the table was silent with a worried face, especially Master Wang, who wanted to speak and stopped.

They are different from these grassroots generals, although they are just masters or businessmen, but at least they still have some understanding of the energy of those businessmen and gentry in Guangzhou.

But all the people who can be called the huge rich gentry, they all weave a huge network of relationships behind them, and if anyone rashly touches it, this net will fight back wildly.

This energy is so huge that even the parents of a place have to give three points of courtesy.

Zhang Yun looked at the looks of everyone at the table, but he was in no mood to pay attention to these, he picked up the wine and stood up and said to the soldiers: "Everyone will go back to rest immediately after eating and drinking, and act together tomorrow morning."

Since some people say that Ben will let them donate food instead of grabbing it, then let's really grab it and show them it. Of course, a few of you here are good families, and you must not ......."

Zhang Yun's words, with a strong smell of blood, slowly drifted into the air through the window beside him.

In the early hours of the next morning, on a withered yellow path, the weeds on the side of the road had withered and were covered with a thin layer of frost.

Suddenly there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and experienced people could tell from the sound of horses' hooves, at least hundreds of horsemen.

Zhang Yun rode on the horse, his brows furrowed.

Tens of thousands of disaster victims suddenly gathered in a radius of more than 30 miles from Guangzhou City, and it was inevitable that they would move around.

The remote temples, alleys, and slums in the city have become places where the victims gather, making these already dilapidated places even more filthy, with excrement and urine everywhere, making the local residents complain.

At this time, as far as the eye can see, there are people in rags everywhere, and occasionally you can see dead corpses on the side of the road.

They either waited for the rich families in the city to make porridge, or they stayed shivering in the bitter cold wind, with straw sticks on their heads, waiting for the wealthy buyers to buy themselves or their whole families.

Zhang Yun's military rations could only be responsible for the three to five thousand victims outside the city, and he could not do anything about the more victims in the city.

"Xiao Fei, you lead a thousand people to gather all the victims in the city, and tell them that the government will open a warehouse at noon to release grain, and pay attention to maintaining order.

But those who take the opportunity to cause chaos will be killed! ”

"No!" Xiao Fei took a few guards, turned his horse's head, and took the order.

"Perron, are you ready?" Zhang Yun licked his lips and asked the leader of the guards beside him.

"Two thousand soldiers are waiting for a word."

"Let's go!" Zhang Yun took the lead in letting the horse run.

Guangzhou is a large city with a population of hundreds of thousands, and the amount of food eaten every day is very huge.

In particular, there are quite a few people in the city who do not work on farmland, and these people are non-agricultural households and have no land, as later generations said.

Naturally, these people who did not have land had to buy the food they ate, in the rice shops opened by grain merchants.

There are four largest grain merchants in Guangzhou, namely Zheng, Wang, Hong, and Sun, who are not necessarily the richest people in Guangzhou, but they must be the people with the most grain in the city.

Yesterday, after receiving the invitation from Governor Liang Ming, these four grain merchants all adopted one attitude, that is, to put the invitation in their hands on the shelf.

Before, they had already given Governor Liang a batch of food, although it was not much, but they thought that they had done their best, or that it was enough.

Especially after they found out that Governor Liang was not ready to come forward, but the five-grade guard who appeared out of nowhere, they were even more disdainful.

Does this guy have a backstage? Maybe there is, but so what? Don't they have a backstage?

Is it arrogant? Yes, that's it!

Relying on their abundant financial resources, they invited the best teachers and provided the best study environment for the children in their families, so that they could participate in the imperial examinations after they had completed their studies.

With the advantage of winning at the starting line and years of hard work, these merchant gentry have formed a huge civil official group in the imperial court.

Together with the chiefs and assistants of the cabinet, they have also become the spokesmen of the civilian clique, and they are not responsible to the Son of Heaven, but objectively become the highest political representatives of the civilian clique.

If you go against the will of the majority of civil officials in order to cater to the Son of Heaven, you will inevitably have to bear tremendous mental pressure and even pay a huge price.

Under the slogan of "not competing with the people for profit," they buy and sell illicit salt, monopolize the commercial market, factories and mines, and do anything in order to achieve the goal of accumulating money.

Therefore, in their opinion, Zhang Yun, a small military attaché, dared to let them donate food to relieve those ant-like mud legs, which was really ridiculous.

But are things really ridiculous?

Today, Zhang Yun, who is deeply influenced by Qin Haoming, wants to let them know what tragic consequences will happen when power and wealth meet the army and steel swords.

In front of Zheng's mansion, more than 100 families occupied dozens of acres of land, so much so that it took more than 300 people to surround it.

When the people who got up early saw this scene, they were silent, but they still stood in the distance, pointing and pointing.

The Zheng family, it seems that the crime is going to be over.

The tall walls made of blue bricks and green tiles, the vermilion gate, and the two large stone lions placed in front of the mansion all show the power and wealth of the owner of this mansion.

Zhang Yun, like all the soldiers, was covered in iron armor and held a waist knife with a cold light in his hand.

Slowly walked to the door of this mansion, looked coldly at the two dead wind lamps hanging in front of the door, turned his head and asked in a cold voice, "Are you ready?" ”

"Ready, make sure they won't be able to fly even a fly." Fang Peilun behind him was in armor, and he just bowed slightly.

"At the beginning, all the personnel in the house will be captured."

Under the gray sky of Yangcheng, this scene happened at the same time in several corners of the city, which added a bit of slaughter and blood to the severe cold of this winter.

Today's affairs are destined to be unpleasant, and there will inevitably be a greater turmoil that will sweep the Ming Dynasty and the opposition.