For Yang Bo, there is one of the most realistic problems, he is running out of money......

In addition to leaving 15,000 capital untouched, the rest are basically subsidized to Maojiatun's various expenses, and the rent collection will have to wait for at least another year, which makes him very worried.

Chen Bilian doesn't know when he will be able to open up the waterway, in the era of the damn eggs at the end of the Ming Dynasty, he doesn't know what else to do except for sea trade, and the industries that can earn money are monopolized, even if he wants to be a Tartar, it will not be his turn to do business with the Tartars.

He was very eager to open up the sea trade to Yuben, where there were still a few important things to buy, one was copper, and the other was lead.

Copper can't be bought with silver on the ground in Andongwei, the entire Ming Dynasty is short of copper, Yang Bo's plan of fifteen catties, thirty catties, sixty catties of small cannons need copper, he also wants to build some private money to tide over the difficulties, and every time the salt guard team shoots live ammunition, it also consumes a lot of lead, and also has to buy some sulfur back, but unfortunately Chen Bilian has not heard from him since the last time he wrote a letter, which makes Yang Bo very worried.

There is more trouble, Wang Yuanshan ordered Yang Boming to go to the stone mortar, Wang Yuanshan is under a lot of pressure now, every day a group of squires sit in his official office, scolding and scolding, softly begging for something, threats are commonplace, Wang Yuanshan is about to be unable to survive.

Recently, the Wenxiang Sect has become more and more rampant, and smoke has risen everywhere, Shandong was originally the birthplace of the White Lotus Sect, and Xu Hongru raised troops from here a few years ago, and the Wenxiang Sect is the most aggressive of the many branches of the White Lotus Sect, in the words of later generations, there is a basis for mass movements.

Yang Bo came to the stone mortar to understand Wang Yuanshan's situation, only to see him sitting on one side of the hall, surrounded by water, noisy like a vegetable field, Wang Yuanshan looked up at the sky blankly, occasionally wiped a spittle all over his face, this action proved that he was still a living person.

Yang Bo saw that the situation was not good, and prepared to slide his feet......

When he ran to the door, Wang Yuanshan behind him shouted: "Idle! ”

Yang Bo secretly complained in his heart: "Wang Yuanshan, who is said by the dog, if you want to die, you will die, you have to pull Lao Tzu into the water."

Yang Bo wiped his sweat, turned around with a smile, and heard that the official office had come to a deputy thousand households, and the Confucian scholars who surrounded Wang Yuanshan cheered, and immediately surrounded Yang Bo at the door, Yang Bo reluctantly glanced out of the door, walked to the hall with a tragic mood, and sat opposite Wang Yuanshan far away.

"Adult"

Yang Bopi smiled and arched his hand towards Wang Yuanshan.

Wang Yuanshan Muran squeezed out a word: "It's easy to say"

Yang Bo immediately put on a kind smile and threw his hand to those Confucian students, no one returned the salute, these Confucian students stared at Yang Bo coldly, like staring at a dead person, Yang Bo's back began to break out in a cold sweat.

The status of the Ming scholars is extremely high, and those who have meritorious fame, and their nostrils are facing the sky, and it is because these scholars and the local gentry have formed a huge force after combining them, and they can even easily control the government of a place. Shandong Mansion is relatively better, in the south is even more terrifying, a small county has tens of thousands of students, lifting thousands, these people do not say anything about thousands of households, even the old parents of the county prefect are not easy to provoke, these people through marriage, fellow villagers, in the same year, the teachers and disciples combined together, forming a gang, control all kinds of local affairs.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the gentry class has become a behemoth that chooses people and devours them, and the imperial decrees can only be implemented if they are beneficial to them, such as passing on the tax burden of the scholar class, improving the treatment of the scholar class, etc., if it is contradicted by their interests, sorry, the imperial court decree is likely to not be able to get out of the gate of the capital city, such as the mine tax supervision, such as the sea ban, and such as the five-person tombstone incident.

Emperor Chongzhen did not have the determination and conditions to kill people's heads, because he could only watch the Ming Dynasty decay day by day, waiting for the arrival of the final judgment.

Yang Bo does not have this determination and condition for the time being, so he can only sit honestly in his position and be spitted on......

"This is Sun Xiucai, this is Tong Xiucai, Huang Xiucai over there, the rest of you are my Anton hygienist, this is Yang Bo, the deputy of my Shijiu Institute, you are so close" Wang Yuanshan was afraid that betraying Yang Bo was not thorough enough.

Yang Boping said that he was all cowering in Maojiatun, because Maojiatun was a military tun, and the local government had no jurisdiction, and Yang Bo rarely participated in local affairs, so it was the first time he had dealt with these Confucian scholars face-to-face.

"It turned out to be Lord Yang peeling the skin! It's really better to be famous than to meet! ”

This one spoke politely......

"Oh, isn't this the rabbit Yang who doesn't take the dry road on the right path?"

This person has some research on Yang Bo's preferences......

"Empty food is heavy, vegetarian food corpse!"

This is a direct scolding......

"I'll grass you. Mom"

This is......

Yang Bo raised his head suspiciously, trying to find the guy who scolded the fuck and pulled him out and beat him, but his angry face shook above his head, where could he find which one scolded him?

Speaking of scolding, Yang Bo rarely eats deflated, but a good man is hard to beat more than a dozen mouths, at this time he can only learn from Wang Yuanshan to be silent, and the ancestors of the eighteenth generation of the Yang family have fallen into bad luck, and have been greeted countless times by these sharp-toothed Confucian scholars.

At the moment, Yang Bo's head was noisy three big, and his face was covered with a layer of spittle, he just wanted to take out a handkerchief to wipe it, but he didn't expect a Confucian hand to knock off the handkerchief in his hand quickly, and immediately stepped on it with a few pairs of feet......

"Then more than 30 members of the family surnamed Hu in Jingbiantun died at the hands of the Wenxiang Sect, do you know?" These people scolded and finally got to the point.

"I don't know!" Yang Bo lied without a draft.

"Now I know it, but I don't know how to distinguish it?" Another Confucian asked with a sneer

"After the official verified, he has his own plans" Yang Bo glared at Wang Yuanshan, but was surprised to find that Wang Yuanshan was tiptoeing and preparing to slip his feet!

Yang Bo's eyes widened instantly, Wang Yuanshan found the abnormality, squeezed his eyes at Yang Bo again, and gave his hand again.

Yang Bo was silent for a moment and nodded sadly......

"The imperial court raised thousands of soldiers, but now Yang Qianhu is cowering when he encounters the enemy, why is it also?" A Confucian student poked his nose and scolded, and a few more spits splashed on Yang Bo's face.

"The lower officials are only in charge of Tuntian, if you want to send troops to suppress bandits, you gentlemen might as well go to the commander," Yang Bo spread his hands

"The place is not quiet, as the official in charge of the stone mortar, he is afraid of the enemy, if the court blames it, who deserves it?" Another Confucian shook his colleague away and stepped forward to spit some saliva

"The lower officials only care about Tuntian......" Yang Bo continued to spread his hands

"Smelling the incense is powerful, and the place is eroded, the stone mortar will not send troops to suppress it today, and it will cause a big disaster in the future!" Another Confucian student squeezed over

"Xiaguan only cares about Tuntian......" Yang Bo spread his hands again

"You"

These Confucian scholars were so angry by Yang Bo's scoundrels that they immediately reprimanded: "You wait for these dog officials, eat the court's lu, but you don't want to repay the service, now you are saying this woman's words, and you are in a state of sympathy!" Although we have no power to restrain the chicken, as long as we give an order, we are fighting to kill the enemy."

"The imperial court has raised soldiers for many years, and now I say that if I don't want to make great achievements, I will be ashamed to die! Please, please ......" Yang Bo hurriedly smiled and gestured to these Confucian scholars

There was another scolding of his mother, Yang Bo lowered his head and was too lazy to look for it, what could he do?

"That's it, as the saying goes, the army has not moved, the grain and grass go first, if there are squires who help 5,000 gold and silver, and 300 stone of rice and grain, Mao Jiatun is willing to do his best to exterminate 3,000 smelling incense bandits" Yang Bo patted the handrail, and said a word.

"Phew!"

"Why didn't the dog officer rob it?"

"Even if you smell the incense and see the adults, you have to bow down"

"The great shopkeeper of the Wenxiang Sect only dares to ask for five hundred gold and silver, and the rice and grain are only three hundred, and the dog official and lion open their mouths, so shameless!"

In the anger of everyone, Yang Bo had another layer of saliva on his face......

Yang Bo made up his mind that he would not send troops, he was waiting for the last batch of iron armor and firecracker equipment, since he got some tools and drilling machines, the drilling time was greatly shortened, and it only took fifteen days to drill a gun.

Those Confucian scholars saw that Yang Bo looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and they didn't care, and a few people discussed for a while, and then they were ready to find Wang Yuanshan to reason, and when they turned around, there was only an empty chair in the hall, where was Wang Yuanshan's shadow?

Now that the matter is big, how can Confucian swallow this breath?

This nameless karmic fire was all transferred to Yang Bo, and several people stepped forward to catch him and were about to fight, Yang Bo saw that the situation was not good, and struggled to push away a few people who blocked the way, and escaped in embarrassment under the response of two military households.

Seeing that Yang Bo was suddenly extremely vigorous, he ran out of the official office in a puff of smoke, and where did the Confucian students catch up after a few steps?

Yang Bo only left them with the back of their heads......

"We will avenge this, we will take revenge!" Everyone gritted their teeth.

"Grass Nima, one day, Lao Tzu will break the corpses of Nima and these dogs into ten thousand pieces, ten thousand pieces!" When he ran to a safe place, Yang Bo also jumped to his feet and scolded angrily, and a military household took out a dirty black cloth to help him wipe off the slimy things on his face.

Yang Bo looked down at himself, he couldn't help crying without tears, the official hat didn't know where it fell, Zou Baba's official uniform was like a fishing net suit called Huazi, torn everywhere with holes, and his left eye didn't know who to punch, although the strength was not great, it was also blue and turned into a black corn.

At this moment, behind Yang Bo, a thick smoke suddenly rushed straight into the sky, and from a distance, the raging flames went straight to the sky!

"What's the matter, the Smelling Fragrance Sect is here?" Yang Bo's face changed

"It should be the official office of the stone mortar!"

A soldier who followed him turned around to investigate the situation, and came back and whispered, "I was set on fire by those Confucian scholars......

"Let's go!"

Yang Bo was shocked, he rode on a horse and ran away, if these Confucian scholars were caught up and killed, there would not even be a place to reason, and when the time came, he would make a note in the history books, and he Yang Bo would be left stinking for 10,000 years......

rode his horse all the way, and ran to Tunpu before Yang Bo felt a little relieved

"Call me Xiucai......

Yang Bo's belly was furious.

"My lord looking for me?"

Xiucai hurriedly ran over, and was shocked when he saw Yang Bo's appearance. Yang Bo roughly talked about the deflated thing today, and asked Xiucai to come up with a bad idea to vent this evil breath.

"It's easy to hear!"

Xiucai's eyes rolled a few times, and he whispered a few words in Yang Bo's ear.

Just then, a voice rang out.

"My lord, Tangma is in a hurry......"

A military household stood at the door with his mouth open, looking at Xiucai with his mouth on Yang Bo's face in great embarrassment.

"It's over!"

Junhu's mind buzzed, and his face changed, "Just hit the adult's private relationship, the adult won't kill me, right?" ”

"What's the matter?"

Yang Bo was in a good mood, patted Xiucai's shoulder to show encouragement, and turned to ask Junhudao

"Tangma urgent!"

The military household put a sealed letter on the table and quickly slipped away.

Yang Bo picked it up and looked at it, he couldn't help but burst into tears, it took countless thoughts, countless silver, Wen Tiren finally sent him a letter, a letter!!

At this moment, Yang Bo has an urge to cry, and his efforts will be rewarded after all, right?

When I opened the envelope, there were only two words written on a big white paper--- nonsense!!

Xiucai's mouth behind him instantly opened into an O-shape......

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