Cold sweat had already wet Yan Song's robe, and as soon as he came out of the Wuyi Palace, Yan Song, who was nearly seventy years old, strode out of the west.

Seeing his father come out, Yan Shifan also came over directly with a few secret letters.

"Dad, the soldiers and horses in all towns are on the road, the courage of these chief military officers is really fat, they drink so much soldier blood every year, how can my Ming Dynasty raise them these corrupt officials!"

Yan Song didn't pay attention to Yan Shifan at all.

"I tell you, now, go home and fetch the money."

"We will take as much silver as we have in our house."

"Take it all and reward the people to go to the city to help in the war."

Yan Shifan was stunned when he heard this, and he was not happy.

"Dad, that's all the silver of our Yan family, let's use our own money to do things for the court?"

"Evil obstacles, I'm still thinking about your silver! If there are no people in the city to help in the war, the heads of you, my father and son will be hung on the city gate to inspire the soldiers of the three armies! ”

"What's the matter with our Yan family?" Yan Shifan's heart was shocked, and Yan Song's old face was still gloomy.

"So you said, will you take this money or not? If you don't take it, I'll hang myself outside the Anding Gate now and see if I can exchange your life! ”

Yan Shifan realized the seriousness of the matter when he heard this, and he didn't say anything more, and gritted his teeth viciously and said: "Someone must be bewitching the saint, and I can't spare them even if I answer the retired soldiers!" ”

"Get out of here!"

Yan Song got into the carriage and did not go home, but turned around and went straight to the Shuntian Mansion.

On the opposite side of the Shuntian Mansion, is the city god temple of the Beijing Division, at this time the city god enshrined by the Beijing division is not Yang Jisheng, but the great Song Dynasty Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang who was righteous in Yanjing two hundred years ago.

Since I entered the temple, incense has not been extinguished outside the temple, and many people who have nowhere to go have gathered around the temple.

"Xiaguan Shuntianfu Governor Ma Kun, meet Elder Yan Ge."

"Shunqing, quickly, call out all the people in the palace."

Ma Kun shouted a few times towards the government office, and two classes of officials ran out after him.

In a teahouse not far away.

Xu Jie and Tu Qiao looked at Yan Song, who was sweating profusely not far from their feet, but the smile on their faces with the tea cup was almost impossible to hide.

"Zisheng, today's incident is really beyond your expectations, according to your opinion, Your Majesty has a murderous intent against him?"

Xu Jie shook his head with the teacup.

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say, it depends on whether he can recruit soldiers."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Tu Qiao said abruptly:

"When he was strict about taking all the baht from the people, did he ever think that there would be today?"

"Do you think of the people? It's hard. ”

Xu Jie shook his head.

"You can't say that, there will be brave men under the heavy reward, and there is still no shortage of silver in Yan Xianggong's family."

"This time, the Yan family didn't have some blood, I'm afraid it's sad."

Yan Song, who was standing outside the Shuntian Mansion, knew that he was afraid that everyone in the West Garden didn't know where to hide and wait to see the excitement of the Yan family.

Yan Song couldn't take care of much.

"The old man knows that all the neighbors have no place to live in the city, the strong enemy is pressing, the Beijing garrison is empty, the Beijing camp has a house, there is food and drink, if there are strong men who are willing to serve the country and go to the city to help the war, the court will not treat you badly!"

As soon as Yan Song's words fell, he heard someone in the City God Temple, "Phew! "Yes.

"My brother-in-law is from Jingying, and Jingying hasn't been paid for many years, don't you know your surname Yan?"

"Jingying is still like this, why are you embarrassed to open this mouth?"

This kind of thing doesn't need to be deliberately instigated by Xu Jie.

But anyone who has lived in Beijing for more than three generations does not know what Jingying is like.

"Elder Yan Ge, I heard you right, right? Can the house in Jingying still be inhabited?! ”

"You're also old, so you're really not afraid of tongue pulling hell?"

“……”

Yan Song looked at the surging people in front of him, and his mood was extremely complicated.

"Fellow neighbors, fellow villagers, even if the imperial court is in trouble for a while, I, Yan Song, am deeply favored by the country, is it feasible to pay you out of my own pocket?"

"A thousand mistakes, after I answered, the princes are asking the old man to blame, and it is better than letting that thief break the city!"

Yan Song's words have almost zero credibility in the hearts of the people.

"Did we hear you right? Yan Ge Lao paid out of his own pocket? ”

"It's appropriate for the prime minister to pay us military salaries? I'm afraid that the military department doesn't dare to think like this! ”

It wasn't just who laughed first, but the outside of the City God Temple quickly burst into laughter.

Yan Song, who was in the center of people's laughter, lowered his head and couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

"Shunqing, go and see if my family's carriage carrying silver has come."

Yan Song has already been let out, even if he goes out to bankrupt his family, he has to get tens of thousands of people to go to the city wall to help in the war.

It is better to go bankrupt than to be slashed.

Ma Kun was about to get up when he heard this, but the moment he raised his head, Ma Kun was stunned.

"Shunqing, what are you doing?"

"Elder Yan Ge, look ......"

Yan Song raised his head suspiciously, and there was already a long queue in front of the mansion.

Standing in the line were all young people in the prime of life.

"Aren't you going to recruit Ding Dengcheng to help in the war? You've got to send me a guy or something, right? ”

"The knives and guns of the Arsenal Division are not good, and it is better to go home and get a hoe with the knives and guns of the Arsenal Division."

"Don't think too much about it, it's not about your face, I heard that Ning Bingxian left the city early in the morning."

“……”

Yan Song looked at the people in front of him, his throat swelled, and he wanted to say something in his mouth, but when a thousand words came to his mouth, he was embarrassed to say a word.

"Shunqing, register your name and surname, and issue weapons."

"Old man, hey, old man...... Save, the old man saved. ”

Yan Song looked at Ding Zhuang in front of him incoherently.

I had to quickly organize the officials of Shuntian Mansion to register their names and surnames.

"Come on, it's almost seventy people, let these poor masters record, you still have to rest and discipline your children and grandchildren."

After saying that, the strong man glanced at the distance, only to see Yan Shifan running in front of Yan Song sweating profusely.

"Dad, I'll ......"

"Smack!" A crunch was heard.

Yan Song slapped Yan Shifan in the face.

"Makes everyone laugh."

When it was, even the old woman and the old man sitting outside the City God Temple couldn't help laughing.

Xu Jie, Tu Qiao, who were in the teahouse in the distance, quietly watched the scene in front of them.

What Yan Song could see was only a person who took a hundred steps in front of the City God Temple.

In the eyes of Xu Jie and Tu Qiao, what they saw was a long dragon composed of ordinary people without a head or tail.

"It's ......"

Rao is Xu Jie, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"The people are innocent."

This is the first time since the Tumu Fort that there are foreign soldiers in Beijing.

It was also the first time that the empire had faced consideration after emitting twilight.

Yan Song, Xu Jie, Tao Shixian, and even Jiajing didn't know how the people of Jingshi would react to the defense of Jingshi.

This long dragon composed of Ding Zhuang told the princes above the temple with their actions.

The people will spit on Yan Song, and even abandon the court.

But it has nothing to do with going to the city to help.

Even in the eleventh year of Chongzhen and the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, when Huang Taiji went south, there were still a large number of people in the capital who went to the city to help in the war, so that the Qing army could not enter after repeated attacks.

(End of chapter)