The sun gradually sets westward, and the area of ​​golden and lush scattered in Yingtian Prefecture.

But this golden piece of gold did not change the "desolate" feeling of Yingtian Mansion at all. There was not a single figure on the street, and a gust of cold wind passed by, and dust flew.

Now no one needs to come out to smash the shop. Perhaps because of the different atmosphere, more and more shops have joined the ranks of closing, thus expanding, covering the entire Yingtian Prefecture, and there are signs of spreading to surrounding prefectures.

Countless people were secretly talking and speculating constantly, not knowing how this matter would end, and they were extremely worried.

Fangyoulou, north bank of Qinhuai River.

This is the largest restaurant among salt merchants and is a major symbol on the Qinhuai River.

At this moment, dozens of people gathered, divided into four tables, each table was luxuriously dressed and full of wealth.

Fatty Chen from the Hui Gang sat next to the main seat, holding the cup with a happy expression, and raising the wine glass to the old man who seemed to be in his sixties across the seat, "Uncle San, I rely on you all this time!"

The old man sitting in the main seat looked plain, looked up at him, slowly picked up the wine glass, and then raised it all.

Fat Chen was overjoyed and quickly poured it on again. Then he looked around and said excitedly: "Everyone, today we let the governor's yamen and let the court see our strength! I believe that it won't take long before the court will compromise and change the salt administration. Otherwise, we will never give in!"

"Never give in!"

"Never give in!"

"Never give in!"

Everyone in the restaurant shouted, with a firm look and a bright look.

They are all "victims" of the "New Deal". At this moment, they gathered together not only to oppose the "Salt Administration", but they wanted the court to see their strength and abolish the entire "Jingzheng New Deal"!

Fatty Chen saw that he had been motivated and smiled with satisfaction. He turned to look at the "third uncle" on the main seat, and said with a eager look, "Uncle San, please say a few words, we all came for you."

As soon as Fatty Chen finished speaking, the restaurant was quiet and everyone looked at the "third uncle".

The old man looked up at everyone, his eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and there was no expression on his old face, and he said lightly: "I have nothing to say. The so-called 'officials forcing the people to rebel', we have to do it. I will give you all the losses you have here, so that you will never let everyone suffer a loss!"

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this and said politely: "Uncle San is joking, how can I ask Uncle San to give it to me?"

"Yes, we are all opposing the 'humble government' of the court. We also have to thank Uncle San for taking the lead..."

"Of course, I am so proud of myself. It will definitely not take long. Uncle San doesn't need to worry!"

Fatty Chen listened to the group of people showing their loyalty, and he hurriedly followed and said, "Don't worry, Uncle San, we can hold on for ten days and half a month! Uncle San doesn't need to be distracted by me..."

The "third uncle" listened and said slightly, after a while: "I know your worries, but they are all redundant. Nan Zhili's importance to the court and the Ming Dynasty is more important than you imagined. The emperor will never dare to do anything randomly!"

Fatty Chen felt relieved when he heard this, and everyone present smiled.

The current taxes of the imperial court come from Jiangnan, more than 80% of the taxes and grains come from Nanzhili, and the taxes and silver are directly more than 70%!

Let me ask, who dares to do something random in Nanzhili?

"Uncle San" took all the expressions of these people, and a little expression appeared on his face, and said with a smile, "There is no movement in the governor's yamen, which means they know the seriousness of the matter and are discussing. What we need to do now is to expand the matter not much. The bigger the matter, the more we will succeed. We may not be able to go back to the fourth year of Apocalypse..."

As merchants, they do not want taxes, they do not want the sudden emergence of the messy "conventions", "criteria", "stipulations", they long to return to the world they have dreamed of before the apocalypse, which is now their dream world!

"Uncle San said!"

"There has been movement in Yangzhou. Lord Cao is said to have written a handwritten letter..."

"Mr. Bi Zikang also wrote it, and Suzhou is coming with you too!"

"The big thing is expected!"

The group of people were very excited and talkative.

The "San Uncle" looked motionless, and sat here for a while before leaving.

The group of people naturally stood up and gave him a look, and they were extremely enthusiastic.

Governor's Office.

Fang Kongshao, Xu Jie, Shi Bangyao and others were discussing secretly.

Xu Jie said, "Mr. Fang, the Criminal Prison Office can directly ask for people from the Governor's Office, and then lay off a large number of existing yamen runners, so that they will listen to us..."

Shi Bangyao said, "The officials agree. The Criminal Prison Department was formed overnight. We will train for a while tomorrow, which will definitely be of great use."

The chief clerk said: "The Governor's Office can also be used. Since Wang Beicheng has 'rejected', he should come up with a letter of surrender..."

"After this time, there will inevitably be many cases. Dali Temple might as well put on a stand first..."

"There is no shortage of manpower. Whether it is neutral or supportive, you can win over now..."

"Yes, the provincial newspaper and the government newspaper should be established. The public opinion between the Shilin people must be in the hands of the governor's yamen!"

Fang Kongshao listened quietly and felt quite relieved. He was still alone before the day, and today he had so many helpers, and these advices could be effective quickly.

"Okay, don't waste time!"

Fang Kongshao stood up and said in a deep voice: "Operation overnight!"

"As for the order!" a group of people stood up and responded in a solemn voice.

Just as everyone was about to leave, Fang Kongshao said again, "Sir Xu, stay."

Xu Jie was stunned, turned around and walked back.

Fang Kongshao's eyes hesitated slightly, and he still said, "Mr. Xu, Your Majesty...What news do you have over there?"

Xu Jie immediately understood what Fang Kongshao meant and said, "Sir, don't worry, the lower official has never had private contact with the emperor."

Fang Kongshao actually wanted to see Zhu Xu and explore his ideas. When he saw this, he said, "Well, I have been suffering these days, and I will hold a grand welcome banquet for you in a few days."

Xu Jie didn't care, and responded and went out.

There are too many things to do in the Governor's Office, and for the "New Policy", it is not an exaggeration to be renovated.

Wu Family Courtyard.

The Wu family compound, which was once brilliant, lively, bustling, and crowded, is now terrible and quiet, dark and without a trace of anger.

In the past, this place was a place where nobles, high-ranking officials, and wealthy businessmen came from. Even the six ministers of the original tribes, Duke of Wei and others were regular visitors here.

In a dark room, an old man was lying on a rocking chair, his eyes closed, motionless, without any anger. It was even hard for outsiders to tell whether he was alive.

Not far away from him, there were three old men, who were in their sixties and seventies. They sat on a chair, leaning forward, and were quite respectful.

One on the right looked at the old man on the rocking chair and frowned and said, "Father, are we really going to do this? Jing Zheng is not a Tianqi or a Wanli, so we cannot use common sense to guess it."

One of the middle snorted coldly and said, "Brother, there is nothing to be afraid of! Jing is about to force us to death, it's not that easy!"

The left-handed man looked at the old man who closed his eyes and had no breath and pondered: "Father, now it has begun, there is no turning back. Since Jing Zheng has arrived in Yingtian Mansion, what should we do next?"

The old man on the rocking chair did not move at all. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were so turbid that he could not see his pupils. His face was full of deep wrinkles, his lips were dry and cracked. His voice was a bit intermittent. Every word seemed to be very laborious, but every word was unusually clear: "Everything... also... go... and then... just stop..."

The three brothers were stunned when they listened to their father's words and then began to think.

Mr. Wu was the Minister of Rites of the Wanli Dynasty. He was deeply trusted by Wanli. He struggled in the officialdom for nearly 60 years. From the cabinet struggles in the Jiajing Dynasty to the "national foundation dispute" during the Wanli period, he has seen it, and many of them have even experienced it personally, and his political wisdom is not comparable to a few sons.

The Wu Laoer in the middle glanced at the two brothers, looked at the old man and said, "Father, about tax grain..."

The boss's face changed and he said, "If the tax and grain in Nanzhili were reduced by half, Jing Zheng would definitely not give up. This cannot..."

The third brother didn't say anything and had a calm face.

Their Wu family has a lot of energy, and there are too many ways to reduce the tax and grain in Nanzhili. To a certain extent, it will make the court and make the emperor feel "pain" and force them to make changes. But this is not without side effects, that is, the court or Jing Zheng will take revenge, and this kind of revenge is not something they can afford.

Now it is no longer before the Apocalypse, and today's Jing Zheng does not follow the rules!

As soon as Boss Wu finished speaking, Wu Lao Er immediately came up angry and said angrily: "Jing Zheng has forced us to this point. Do we still want to shake our tails and beg for mercy?"

Old Mrs. Wu frowned and said, "Although the 'Jingzheng New Policy' is worth discussing, we cannot go too far, otherwise..."

"Other can you do us?" Wu Laoer's anger was completely aroused and he said coldly: "Otherwise, what! Our Wu family is not easy to bully. Which salt merchants and grain merchants in Nanzhili don't hate the new policy? As long as we are united, Jing Zheng will definitely know how powerful it is!"

Old Master Wu's eyes were slowly closed, and he was saving all his energy.

When Wu Laosan heard the two brothers arguing, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Listen to my father." In the Wu family's generation, Wu Laosan is the core position.

The two of them immediately shut up and turned to look at the old man.

But the old man didn't say anything, never said anything.

The three brothers looked at each other, then stood up, bowed slightly to the old man and retreated.

The three brothers gathered together in another secret room, all of whom were as deep as water.

Although the "career" outside is in full swing, which has given the whole of Nanzhili a surprise, the next thing is even more troublesome and requires more careful response and operation.
Chapter completed!