Chen Jie was very efficient and delivered the list to Fang Xing on the third day.

"Xing and Bo, this is the list of the most dangerous people."

There were three pages of paper in total. After Fang Xing finished reading it, he slowly kneaded the paper into a ball and threw it out in Chen Jie's anger.

"Xinghe Bo!"

A soldier can be killed but not humiliated, but Chen Jie felt that he had woken up.

"Do you know what those people will become once this trend is provoked?"

Chen Jie picked up the ball of paper, opened it again, and said angrily: "We still need those people to help Daming control Yingzhou. They come forward to do things faster than us, and can also help us do things that offend people. This puts us in a detached position. Isn't these enough?"

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "You overestimated them and underestimated them."

Chen Jie said disappointedly: "Xinghe Bo, this is Yingzhou, not the battlefield, nor the Central Plains, it is not Chen who wants to speak for them, but he must do things step by step and be impatient. If we miss the major affairs in Yingzhou, we are both sinners!"

"If there is a sin, the sinner is Benb."

Fang Xing's stubbornness was beyond Chen Jie's expectations, but his official position was not enough to suppress Fang Xing, so he had to use his final killing move.

"I will record all these things and tell His Majesty."

He calmed down, but Fang Xing never lost his calmness.

"Come!"

"Brother!"

"Go and ask Jinyiwei and Sanfan, and ask for the roster!"

Fang Xing ordered casually, and then said, "Brother will send His Highness to Huazhou next, so he must leave as soon as possible."

Chen Jie just looked outside coldly.

"Brother Ben has always wanted to travel to Yingzhou, but he is afraid he will have no chance in this life. I'm sorry!"

Chen Jie sneered: "Xing and Bo's travels will definitely smell bloody. Countless heads will be piled up into mountains, and ghosts cannot find their way home. They can only sing and chirp every night."

He was the governor of Yingzhou, and Yingzhou was the overseas governor of the governor of the government. The emperor and the court attached great importance to their opinions, which was extraordinary.

So he was really angry.

The harmony between the past and Fang Xing was left behind.

I came first after a few moments and presented the list with a flattering look on my face.

Eleven pieces of paper!

Chen Jie glanced at it for three times and asked, "Don't you worry about some old love?"

"Old love?"

Sanban didn't understand what it meant at first. After he figured out that Chen Jie said that he ignored the original local feelings, he smiled and said, "Sir, those are all traitors. The good days for the officials were given by His Majesty, and the Ming Dynasty. Whoever wants to oppose His Majesty and whoever wants to oppose the Ming Dynasty will tear him to pieces!"

Chen Jie was speechless. Could he say that you were originally from Yingzhou and were just heartless and ignorant of your country?

Then the Jinyiwei's roster was also sent.

Twenty-three pictures!

Each one has more than ten people, and behind each one is a few people, more than a dozen people... hundreds of people!

Chen Jie seemed to have seen the bloody storm, as if he had seen the beacon everywhere.

He shook his head and hurriedly summoned his subordinates.

"Be optimistic about Yingzhou, be vigilant."

He can't reveal anything before the action, so he can only hint.

...

"You seem to be a good life in Yingzhou."

"Yes! The land has been divided, and the lowly farmers shouted in tears for the first time, "Long live His Majesty, they were grateful to Emperor Ming."

"In recent years, the ships often travel back and forth, and each time they transported countless gold and silver and population. We produce a lot of gold and silver, but there is no gold and silver. One day, gold and silver will disappear, and we will have nothing."

"This is plunder!"

Heng Er tapped the mat with his long sword, making a puff sound.

Five people sat in the room, all listening to him.

These people were dressed in wealthy clothes and looked solemn, and they were obviously superior.

"As the Ming people continued to migrate our people and continued to transport their people over, I dare to assert that in fifty years, the people here will completely forget everything they were originally."

Heng Er lowered his head slightly and looked a little sad.

The man sitting on his hand said, "Now when you go out, you can only hear the Ming Dynasty speech, clothing, houses, and even food, slowly becoming the Ming Dynasty. What are we left?"

The man opposite him sneered, "So what can we do? If the people don't stand on our side, should we argue with the Ming people with bare hands?"

"When I came, I heard a news that Mingren asked those who own a lot of land... to pay attention!"

Seeing that everyone was a little distracted, Heng Er tapped the small table with his long sword.

"These are our people, do you understand? They want to weaken us and finally make us as foolish as those untouchables!"

"Hengeri, you have said so much, what should we do? In the final analysis, what should we do?"

Heng Er was immediately energetic, and he said, "The people are very greedy and their appetites are endless. We can tell them to make trouble. You have to know that the Ming people are unwilling to immigrate, that is, the Ming people still rely on our people, so what will happen?"

"They will give in."

The man who had been sneering all the time lit up his eyes, and he looked at Heng Er with more admiration.

"That's right!"

Heng Er smiled and said, "They need the people to work and stay here, otherwise this is a dead island and the Ming people will gain nothing. Remember, the people can create wealth continuously. If the people are lost, whether we or the Ming people, they will be fish that have left the water."

"Remember that sentence?"

Heng Er's smile is elegant and reserved: "The people are like water, and the king is like a boat. Water can carry a boat or a boat can be overturned. Therefore, we must pay attention to those people, be kinder, and let our people spread those words, and the purpose of all this..."

There was a lot of water in his eyes, he put his hands on the small table, and choked and said, "For the past..."

Put five hands on the small table, "For the past..."

...

The sun is bright and the sky is so blue that makes people's eyes feel sore.

This is the sky of Penglai.

The agricultural tax has been reduced for many years, and the people have more money in their hands, so Penglai City has become even more prosperous.

A group of scholars were swaying on the street with folding fans, which was very eye-catching.

"We are going to have an imperial examination!"

Among these scholars are locals and immigrants.

At this moment they were all gathered together to cheer this great moment.

The people looked at them enviously and felt a little awe.

Like the Central Plains, people with profound knowledge are respected here, and the imperial examinations are even more fascinating. From the Tang Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, those who borrowed planting boats to wander around the coastal areas of the Central Plains at the risk of corpses without any existence, just to let the spirit of those poems and songs be slightly conveyed to Yingzhou.

"...Penglai's articles on Jian'an bones are filled with small Xie and clear hair, all with ambition and ambition, and want to fly, and want to climb the blue sky and embrace the bright moon..."

The group of scholars were chanting the poems of the ancestors loudly, and their spirits were flying.

"They thought this was their time."

This street is very prosperous and there are many brothels.

Brothel women are always inseparable from literati and literati. According to Chen Mo, literati are just sexy, while brothel women are even more sexy, so they have similar smells.

Fang Xing stood in the door of a shop opposite a brothel, watching the windows on the second floor open, and the women waved their hands and greeted them enthusiastically.

"The water flows even more when you draw a knife and cut off the water, raise a glass to relieve your sorrow and sorrow. Life is not satisfactory, and the Ming Dynasty is spreading a small boat..."

After a chanting in unison, the scholars burst into laughter, and then someone pointed at the second floor.

The weather is a bit hot, and those women wear very thin clothes, mostly tulle and half-exposed skin, which adds a lot of temptation.

The eyes on both sides were paired and immediately attracted each other like magnets.

A man strode to Fang Xing's side and said, "Mr., you have already taken your seat."

His actions attracted the attention of the other person. The scholars frowned and looked at Fang Xing, who was slightly bowing his head, and some even said something in contempt.

"Is there no money to watch? We can let him go in and listen to the vigor of our waiting time."

"This idea is amazing. Someone listened to me, and I will be able to gain more combat power!"

When those brothel women saw Fang Xing’s clothes were very ordinary, they gave up on this potential customer and continued to flirt with the readers downstairs.

"Ben Ben has been away from here for a long time and has a lot of nostalgia."

Fang Xing narrowed his eyes and looked at the scholars and said, "Be enthusiastic, let everyone know how enthusiastic the Ming Dynasty was in treating traitors, and the publicity must also be kept up, and their sinister intentions must be exposed."

The man bowed and said, "Brother, Yingzhou's industries are booming now, and no one wants to make trouble with them."

"No."
Chapter completed!