Xiao Jie was the first to wake up from his distraction, stabbed Zhiwen, and pointed to a piece of rope not far away, "Xiao Zhi, you still think about it thoroughly, if you catch Yan Xiucheng on the bed, maybe he will press the mechanism and escape here, if I guess correctly, that rope is used to call the police." ”

Zhiwen shouted that he was lucky, and even said that it was okay.

If that person really escapes, then this operation will be a complete failure.

"Alright, now it's time for our harvest." Zhiwen laughed, in this warehouse with no end in sight, things were piled up and stacked neatly, how many there were.

Then it's Zhiwen's personal performance time, but the system warehouse is not very powerful, although there is no limit to the capacity, but he has to touch it with his hands to collect it.

Fortunately, these things are packed in sacks, and Zhiwen doesn't care what is in the bag, he takes them all away.

Even so, it took Zhiwen half an hour to sweep the warehouse away.

The most of this is miscanthus salt, Zhiwen can also imagine it, the local salt merchant, this thing is frozen out of his own salt field, but there are more than 500,000 catties, which still makes him excited and surprised at the same time, this is too much, Zhiwen doesn't know, this is the Yan family's output in the past two years.

The second is grain, wheat and sorghum add up to more than 300,000 catties, and there are some uncommon grains, the amount is very small, a total of about 200 catties.

Among them, there are three things that make Zhiwen excited, that is, the essential crops for the farming and hegemony rioters: sweet potatoes, potatoes and corn.

The rest of his fields had already been opened and were still in the grade, just waiting to be planted with new crops.

But did the end of the Ming Dynasty have these three artifacts? Zhiwen was a little puzzled, he only remembered that these three things came from South America.

In addition to corn, which requires a certain amount of water, sweet potatoes and potatoes are very drought tolerant and have high yields, so since they have seeds, why not grow them on a large scale?

If it is about to be promoted, especially in northern Shaanxi, the wave after wave of displaced uprisings will not happen, the people of the Ming Dynasty are very easy to be satisfied, and they will not rebel until they can't survive.

What Zhiwen didn't know was that these three crops had actually been introduced to Shenzhou in the late Wanli period, but they were basically in the south, mainly in the mountains of southern Fujian on a small scale, and they have not been popularized on a large scale, let alone in the north.

Historically, it was not until the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty that the people began to plant extensively, which carried the soaring population at that time, alleviated the contradiction of more people and less land that was already very acute at that time, and created the widely touted "prosperous era of Kang Yongqian".

Yan Xiucheng didn't know where he saw these three crops, so he was a little interested, so he bought some and brought them back, but before he could plant them, he was served by Zhiwen.

There are more than 100,000 taels of silver, which can be regarded as a local tyrant, but compared with a rich man like the Fan family, it is estimated that it is still far behind.

There are only more than 30,000 catties of salt, which may have been sold to Fan Yongdou and them privately, and then sold to the north.

Xiao Jie was already laughing silly on the side.

"Let's go!" Zhiwen pulled a handful of Xiaojie and hurriedly rushed to the study, there has been too much delay here, there is not much time, and it must be hurried.

Yan Xiucheng saw the two people coming out of the secret room, but they were empty-handed, a little strange, the time they stayed below was not short, they didn't take anything.

When passing by Yan Xiucheng, Zhiwen's body that had already run out for a short distance paused and turned back.

When Yan Xiucheng was still wondering about the strange behavior of these two people, he was grabbed by one hand on his chin and the other hand on the top of his head, he instantly understood what was going to happen next, and kept making a sound through his nose, desperately motioning for the other person to take off the cloth in his mouth.

Only with his mouth could he have a chance to convince the two to spare his life, but unfortunately, the young man opposite was indifferent and only looked at him coldly.

Soon, Yan Xiucheng felt that his jaw was violently slammed to the right, and the top of his head was pulled to the left with the same force, and he clearly heard a crisp sound of "gaba" in his ears, and then his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

Zhiwen didn't want to kill him, anyway, he had to set fire to him and let him fend for himself, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that there was some so-called luck in this person, so in order to avoid future troubles, it was better to end it with his own hands.

"Xiaojie, you climb up the wall." The rope that came down just now was still tied there, and Zhiwen hurriedly began to order, "When you get to their camp, light the firewood I left just now, start setting fire, and then don't care about the lives of the people inside, run to the front door, and throw torches on both sides of the road as you run." ”

Zhiwen said, and threw several fire folds and unlit torches at Xiao Jie, who had already climbed up the wall.

"What about you?"

"I'll stay here and set fires, leave me alone, move quickly, go to the front gate and light the firewood piled up at the city gate, go up the city wall and go out of the city, and then guard the city gate, so that no one escapes."

"Let's go!" Zhiwen roared, stopped talking, and began to pile up firewood around the study, while Xiao Jie silently gathered the rope and ran towards the camp.

In the dark night, somewhere in the city of Yanjia Village, two small flames suddenly appeared, more and more flames, and gradually gathered together, and then the fire quickly spread with the stronger and stronger wind, becoming a raging fire.

Seeing that the fire in Yan's mansion and the camp was already big, Zhiwen, who was hiding in the dark, breathed a sigh of relief, and ran towards the back door alone, throwing the torches lit in his hands to the houses on both sides of the road as he ran, and when he ran to the door opening at the back door, starting from the Yan Mansion behind him, it had turned into a fire dragon from big to small.

Similarly, another fire dragon also started from Yan's Mansion and connected all the way to the front door.

"Brother Zhi!" Someone on the gatehouse whispered his name.

Zhiwen looked up, saw that it was Xiao Lin, and said, "Wait for me for a while." Then he went into the hole in the door and piled up the firewood.

Since there is no way to block the front and rear gates, you can only pile up enough fuel to let the fire block the people who escape from the city, including the front gate.

After a while, white smoke began to rise from the cave at the back gate.

"Quick!" Zhiwen took out the rope and tied it to the wall, "You guys go down from here, keep it, and if someone can come out of the back door alive later, don't be soft, don't hear it!" ”

"Yes! Brother Zhi. Xiao Lin and the other eight agreed, and went down the wall.

Zhiwen followed the city wall and continued his great cause of arson.

Although this Yanjia Village has built a city wall, it is not too big after all, and it is a little bigger than the Gaojiaping in Hexi.

Previously, he and Xiao Jie set fire to the middle of Yanjia Village one after the other, and at this time, standing on the wall far higher than the house, the torch thrown out with his arm strength was already able to cover the rest of the places that had not yet caught fire.

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