When a breeze blows in the morning, the mist on the Slender West Lake is blown away, and a round of red sun slowly rises from the east, shining brightly and brilliantly on the entire Yangzhou City, and Yangzhou City once again falls into a bustling situation.

On the long street, dozens or hundreds of ruffians shouted loudly in the crowd, constantly driving others to join in.

Wei Yang is dead when he dies, and such a child in the clan wants as many as he wants in the Wei family, even if it is his own nephew, Wei Chunhua will not shed half a tear.

But if it can be used to encourage the people, it is a good son of the Wei family!

Therefore, hundreds of poor people in Yangzhou City, taking the money, one by one's eyes were red, and under the instigation of the local ruffians and hooligans, one by one they held sticks and shouted the slogan of killing corrupt officials and went straight to the Yamen of the Imperial History of Patrol Salt.

Lin Zhao had been waiting with peace of mind for a long time.

Under his order, the gates of the Yamen of the Imperial History of Patrol Salt have all been opened, and a Taishi chair is placed in the center, facing the gate, you can see the street at a glance, and Lin Zhao is sitting on the Taishi chair with a leisurely look.

He even had the leisure to hold a bowl of tea and taste it slowly.

Zhang Wannian and other Qingke naturally hid in the backyard, together with Lin Ruhai's family servants, there were a few enshrined and guarded by them, and in the front yard, there were Li Long and some characters collected by Lin Zhao.

Li Long whispered beside Lin Zhao: "Lin Dianshi, everything is arranged!"

Lin Zhao bowed slightly, glanced out of the door with a little expectation, and said, "I hope that those who are singing today will not let me down!"

As he was talking, a servant rushed over, bowed down in front of Lin Zhao and said respectfully: "Qi Lin Dianshi, there is a group of mobs, about hundreds of people, who are coming violently. ”

Lin Zhao smiled and said to Li Long: "The curtain has opened!"

At that moment, a commotion came from outside the courtyard.

"Kill the stolen officials, reduce the salt tax!"

"It's also sunny in Yangzhou!"

With the power of the Wei family and the salt merchants to cover the sky with one hand, this journey has instigated hundreds of people, originally only a few hundred, but when they arrived at the yamen, it increased by as much as three times.

There were more than 1,000 of them.

At this time, it was already dark outside the gate, and the officials who were watching the gate had already been frightened and hid, which increased the courage of these people even more.

In the crowd, at the front of the queue was a group of ruffians with cross-faced faces, each holding sticks and other murder weapons in their hands, coupled with the large number of people, it was very surprising at first glance.

A guy with a handful of hair on his face was holding a whistle stick in his hand, and he didn't know where to move a stone, he stood on it and shouted: "Fathers and fellow villagers, the father and son of the Lin family relied on the trust of the Son of Heaven to bewitch the Son of Heaven to levy taxes on me in Yangzhou, Wei Yang, a small businessman, was killed by this stolen official just based on reason, and it was clear that the scene was to skin us and draw blood, everyone said what should we do!"

"Kill the stolen officials, kill the traitors!"

"Avenge Wei Yang!"

"Murder pays for life!"

Bursts of shouts and killings rushed into the sky, not to mention the horror in the hearts of everyone in the front yard, even in the backyard, they could hear it.

Jia Min held Xiao Daiyu in his arms and comforted him in a low voice: "Daiyu, don't be afraid, my brother will be able to repel the bad guys soon!"

Daiyu hugged her mother and nodded again and again, but she trembled involuntarily.

Lin Ruhai sat on the Taishi chair with an indifferent expression, but when he looked at Jia Min and Daiyu, there was apology in his eyes.

If it weren't for his son to deduce everything accurately, Lin Ruhai wouldn't dare to do anything like this.

At this time, in the front yard, Lin Zhao slowly got up, strode forward, and walked directly to the gate, his eyes didn't seem to take this group of mobs in his eyes, and these mobs didn't seem to expect Lin Zhao to be so bold, not only did not run away, but walked over to them, and in an instant, everyone quieted down and stared at Lin Zhao one by one.

Lin Zhao's eyes swept and saw that the crowd was full of strong men, and he couldn't help but smile slightly.

The violent resistance to taxes in Linzhou and Suzhou and the death of the tax officials were because the power in the hands of these tax officials was not as strong as the power of the locals.

And what about the power in Lin Zhao's hands?

Some things are blindly copied, but I am afraid that it is a boat for a sword.

In the distance, a private room on the second floor of a restaurant.

In the distance, on the high pavilion, some people who had arrived early were watching from afar.

Thousands of tenants who were bribed and instigated because of Wei Yang's death surrounded the gate of the Yamen of the Imperial History of Salt Patrol, it can be said that this time Lin Ruhai is already a turtle in the urn, and that Lin Zhao is also unable to fly.

You must know that there is a story of the "Five Tombstones" in Suzhou in the previous dynasty, and these people behind the scenes understand it very well.

You must know that the law does not blame the public, even if Lin Ruhai and Lin Zhao are beaten to death and their families are humiliated, in the end, as long as a few "righteous people" are casually introduced as scapegoats, won't the matter be over?

Even if the Son of Heaven of Chang'an City believes in Lin Ruhai again, as long as Lin Zhao is killed, then even if Lin Ruhai is not dead, he is just a toothless tiger and an eagle with broken wings, and he can still have an egg?

Chang'an is thousands of miles away from Yangzhou, and the Son of Heaven has just ascended the throne, will he still kill for a useless imperial history?

Only need to withdraw a few scapegoats, and the Son of Heaven is helpless.

In short, in the end, the Son of Heaven will also understand that Yangzhou's commercial tax cannot be collected.

Lin Zhao said calmly: "You and others are holding murder weapons, gathering people to besiege the imperial court yamen, and coercing officials and subordinates, you can know that this is a capital crime of killing officials and rebelling!"

The crowd was in a slight uproar, and many people immediately sneered again and again.

As soon as the words "killing officials and rebelling" came out, didn't it seem that this Lin Zhao was a fierce and inward-looking person?

A handful of hairs waved the whistle stick in his hand and shouted: "Don't listen to the intimidation of this ya, we are killing the stolen officials for the sake of heaven, as the so-called law does not blame the public, can the Son of Heaven still kill all of us?"

Lin Zhao sighed slightly, looking at these guys with fierce faces.

Obviously, this group of guys is already familiar with gathering crowds to commit murder.

It is no wonder that Yangzhou's salt tax is decreasing year by year.

"Since you are obsessed, then don't blame this classic for being unkind!"

While speaking, Lin Zhao shouted loudly: "The mob gathers to rebel, and it should be killed according to the law, Li Long, prepare!"

With Lin Zhao's order, the mobs at the door suddenly looked puzzled.

At this moment, Li Long had already jumped onto the wall.

And with him, the dozen or so subordinates who were originally in the courtyard also jumped on the wall and lined up.

Each of them held a powerful bow with a sharp arrow on it, the tip of which shone in the sunlight, making people tremble.

A handful of Mao and the others saw the many archers surrounding them, and the arrows pointed at them from afar, and their expressions suddenly changed greatly.

Although there were only a dozen bows on the wall, more than a dozen people stood in a row, bending bows and arrows, and this kind of power directly shocked many people.

Suddenly, someone threw the stick in his hand, and there was a sense of retreat.

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

"Dang!"

The sound of sticks landing one after another attracted a large number of people at once.

When there are more people, the herd effect rises.

When one person retreats, the others can't help but retreat again and again.

At this moment, a scholar dressed as a showman shouted: "Don't panic, don't mess up, the Yanyan Imperial History Yamen has no right to kill, they are just intimidating everyone!"

When many desperate mobs heard this, they shouted loudly one by one as if they had grasped a life-saving straw: "The law does not hold the people accountable, and the forest dog officials will never dare to kill on a large scale!"

The handful of hair also regained its hideous look, strode forward two steps, tore open the clothes on his chest with a "stab", revealing his hairy flesh, and shouted loudly: "Traitor! You have the ability to kill me! You little doll with no hair, have you ever seen a dead person......?"

"Smack!"

With a clear sound, a triumphant pinch of hair flew out directly, and his whole person was pumped like a spinning top, flying sideways in the air, knocking down more than a dozen people along the way, and falling to the ground, looking half-dead. Everyone can even see that the left side of this guy's face is swollen by the fan, and I am afraid that the entire facial bone is broken.

Everyone was silent.

Lin Zhao sighed slightly, he didn't want to beat these ordinary people, but there were always some people who provoked him, especially these mobs, who were completely accomplices, and it was not a pity to kill them!

So after he slapped this slap, he immediately shouted, "Shoot me an arrow!"

With Lin Zhao's order, more than a dozen archers led by Li Long suddenly shot the arrows in their hands, and the mob suddenly screamed again and again, begging for mercy.

You must know that in ancient times, it took at least two or three years to train an archer, and the people who Lin Zhao had collected in his hands followed him for only two months at most.

It stands to reason that two months will not be able to train archers.

But Lin Zhao is different.

All he had to do was put a sigil on his bow and arrows to make them hit their targets.

It's just that these archers don't know either, and they think they're sharpshooters.

"Spare your life, big lord spare your life......"

"Don't dare, don't dare anymore......"

"I don't want any money, I want to go home!"

Hundreds of people fell to the ground at least a dozen in an instant, watching their companions fall to the ground one by one, where had these mobs seen such a cruel situation, and they all collapsed suddenly.

Especially when someone saw an arrow stuck between the necks of his companions and fell in front of them, he was so frightened that his legs trembled, he was paralyzed, and there was a burst of fishy smell, and his face was colorless.

In the face of these people's begging for mercy, Lin Zhao turned a blind eye to it, and he didn't even glance at it.

As soon as he beckoned, the subordinate moved the Taishi chair.

Lin Zhao sat down again, took the bowl of tea that was still warm, and closed his eyes gracefully, neither in his eyes nor in the eyes of the distant spectators.

And in the private rooms on the second floor of the restaurant in the distance, a group of people who were looking forward to watching a good show were all dumbfounded.

"How dare he?"

"That kid is crazy! He dares to kill!"

"He is so cruel! He will be remembered for 10,000 years!"

"I'm going to go to the prefect of Yangzhou as soon as possible, and I'm going to put this violent person on the street in prison!"