Zhujiang Street is the most prosperous street in the whole city, it is bordered by the Pearl River in the north and the ocean in the east, which is the best sightseeing place in the city.

From morning to night, the street is always busy and orderly.

But today, the appearance of thousands of soldiers has disrupted the order of Zhujiang Street.

"Seal the streets!"

With Fang Yun's order, thousands of soldiers ran forward and blocked the entire Zhujiang Street.

"The Marquis of Zhujiang is coming, and all the shopkeepers are coming to greet him!" Su Lun's tongue bloomed with spring thunder, shaking the tiles of the roof nearby.

After a short while, the shopkeepers of the shops walked out in a panic and walked towards Fang Yun under the instructions of the soldiers.

The road was lined with rows of shops, and many merchants stood on both sides of the road, watching curiously from behind the soldiers.

Fang Yun rode a tall black horse, and the horse's hair seemed to be oiled in the sun, shaking people's eyes.

Fang Yun sat on the horse, looked at the thousands of shopkeepers or men in front of him, and said with a thunderous tongue: "Ben Hou is back!"

Many people have changed color for it.

"What kind of temper I, Zhang Longxiang, those behind you are clear. I don't have time to investigate the past, and the future is inconclusive. From today onwards, all the accounts of all shops on Zhujiang Street will be taken over by the Pingjiang Army, and all the income will be sent to the Pingjiang Army in the name of donations, after deducting the money necessary for operation!

Fang Yun coldly glanced at everyone present, watching everyone's every move, even if he couldn't hear what the people in the distance whispered, he could read the lip language just by looking at their lip movements.

"I know, you guys play all kinds of tricks, I don't care. Someone!"

Fang Yun gave an order, stretched out his hand and grabbed to the back, and two strong soldiers approached with a huge decapitation knife. Put the handle of the knife into Fang Yun's hand.

Fang Yun grabbed the decapitator and threw it at the ground in front of him, and with a bang, the big knife pierced through a stone slab, deep into the soil below, and exposed the handle diagonally.

"Don't force me to pull out this knife!" Fang Yun finished. Look at everyone condescendingly.

The shopkeepers present only felt cold all over, they couldn't see any emotion in Zhang Longxiang's eyes, they seemed to be cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and they could die at any time.

Fang Yundao: "I remember that all the shopkeepers on Zhujiang Street formed a chamber of commerce, so as the owner, I convened all the shopkeepers to discuss the meeting." You know very well what my father did back then, and I don't mind doubling down on it again. ”

Zhang Wankong took over as the Marquis of Zhujiang that year. The first thing I did when I arrived at Zhujiang was to kill half of the big shopkeepers.

"I'm waiting for you in Zhiwei Building, let's taste the fresh oysters of Zhucheng that I haven't eaten for a long time!" Fang Yun said and dismounted and walked towards the most famous restaurant on Zhujiang Street.

The people on the street looked at Zhiweilou curiously, and then saw twelve old men entering it one after another, and they didn't come out for a long time.

Everyone waited for a long time, and found that no one came out for a long time, so they had to go home for lunch one after another.

It wasn't until late afternoon that Fang Yun walked out of Zhiwei Building. At the same time, ten old men came out to send each other.

That night, something big happened in Zhucheng. The chief shopkeeper of Shande Grain Bank and the chief shopkeeper of Zhushui Pawnshop died of illness in Zhiwei Building, and the two relatives were raided and escorted to the prefect's yamen by soldiers of the Pingjiang Army, accused of defrauding the master with slavery and plotting to rob the master's family property.

Early the next morning, a side branch of the Qishan Marquis spread the news on the list, saying that the Marquis of Zhujiang had wantonly killed innocent people in Zhucheng. But then the people in the Pingjiang army sent the incriminating evidence of the two big treasurers to the top of the list, and the matter quickly subsided.

In the name of the Marquis of Zhujiang, Fang Yun smoothly took over all the shops, houses and fields.

Approaching March, the cold in Zhucheng has disappeared and it is getting warmer and warmer.

Deal with the property of the Marquis of Zhujiang. Fang Yun was idle again, Su Lun was basically in charge of the training plan of the Pingjiang Army, as for the official office, he had already figured it out, and he could go to seal it once a day in the morning, noon and evening, anyway, even if he tried his best, the people below would go wrong, and instead of wasting time there, it was better to use it in practice.

Qingming Dynasty, Zhucheng as in previous years, held a grand Qingming Literary Conference, and the readers in the city secretly rubbed their hands and prepared to show their literary talents.

However, many young people do not know Qingming, because the county examination for children will be held on March 15, which is the starting point of their lives.

On the day of the Qingming Festival, Fang Yun went to the official office and the Pingjiang military camp, and when he returned, it was already three poles in the sun, sitting in the carriage and thinking about what poems would be written in today's Qingming Dynasty.

With the passage of time, Fang Yun felt that he was getting closer and closer to a bachelor's degree, and he had no intention of reciting poems and lyrics recently, so he was ready to deal with a casual poem and put more effort into promoting a bachelor's degree.

Once you become a scholar, you will be the real high-level power of the human race, and after you are promoted to a scholar, your strength will be qualitatively improved in all aspects.

Someone once said that a scholar is the ultimate in mortal strength, and starting from the Great Confucian, he has already stepped into the path of a saint.

Fang Yun was thinking about it when he suddenly received a message from Wei Changxian.

"Dare to ask Marquis Zhang, have you prepared your poems at the Qingming Festival today?"

Fang Yun snorted coldly and replied: "What does Ben Hou have to do with writing poems at the literary meeting?"

"It has nothing to do with the last general, but in order to prevent shaking the morale of the army, this year's Qingming text will be different. The Marshal's Mansion ordered that all poems and essays on the Qingming Festival should be submitted to the Marshal's Office for review in advance, and if there are words in the poems that shake the hearts of the army, it is forbidden to participate in the literary meeting! The marshal values you very much, so the commander will contact you first. ”

"You are really bold! Do you want to force the scholars of Zhucheng to follow their eyes?"

"Master Hou, you are serious, this is also a last resort, please understand. ”

Fang Yun saw Wei Changxian's disgusting smile between the lines.

"What if I don't give you the poems?"

"Then you can't participate in today's Qingming Cultural Meeting, so please think twice. ”

"Bullshit! A group of indiscriminate subordinates, not only can't write good poems, but also like to hinder others from composing poems!" Fang Yun simply didn't contact Wei Changxian after passing the book.

The sun was sinking in the west, Fang Yun took a carriage to the Zhucheng Mansion Literary Academy, but before he arrived at the gate of the Literary Academy, he was stopped by soldiers as soon as he entered the Wenyuan Road.

The soldier's voice sounded outside the door: "There is an order from the Marshal's Mansion, and Zhang Longxiang, the Marquis of Zhujiang, is not allowed to participate in the Qingming Cultural Meeting! ”

"Please forgive you!" pleaded with multiple soldiers.

"Lumenhou, this bastard! Get out, Lao Tzu doesn't care about you! Turn the head of the car, Lao Tzu wants to go out of the city to relax!" Fang Yun scolded in Zhang Longxiang's tone.

"Sir, to the south and to the north, there are too many people in the north......" the coachman asked.

"Well, on the Qingming Festival, everyone travels, don't go to the north city, go to the south city. Fang Yundao.

After a short time, the carriage stopped under the city wall of the southern city, Fang Yun climbed to the top of the city, and looked at it, the world was clear, infinitely vast, and he was in a good mood.

But after looking at it for a while, Fang Yun's mood became heavy, and he slowly picked up his pen and ink.

The Qingming Festival without Fang Yun will be held as usual.

(To be continued.) )