Yan Chengjin returned to the mansion, and the door was anxious to inform: "Young Master, Lord Li just sent someone to come here, please come."

About half an hour later, the sedan chair stopped in front of Li's mansion. Li Dongyang obviously sent someone to wait here, and the doorman led him to the pavilion.

Li Dongyang was alone and waved his hand to signal Yan Chengjin to sit down.

"You really don't plan to promote the world?"

It will not be implemented until 120% sure, Yan Chengjin's face is very serious: "Yes."

"Bullying the master and destroying the ancestors, even the teacher is cheating." Li Dongyang seemed to smile, as if he had seen through Yan Chengjin's disguise.

"I dare not deceive, the student swears, I really don't want to promote the world." If I really promote the world, this person is definitely not a student.

Staring at Yan Chengjin straight, Li Dongyang became confused. He didn't dare to speak loudly, was he too careless?

"When you came back, Your Majesty asked me, Mr. Liu objected, and Yu Qiao objected, do you know what this meant?"

"In the family of Mr. Liu and Mr. Xie, there are thousands of acres of fertile land, and they will collect more money from Mr. Liu and Mr. Xie." Yan Chengjin has never investigated.

According to historical records, Liu Jian and Xie Qian's fathers were part of landlords.

After agreeing to Your Majesty, he would deceive the monarch in the future. Li Dongyang was slightly relieved: "It is good to spread the stakes to earn acres, but it is difficult to implement. If you can really promote the world, you must be a saint in the world."

A saint is not a question, but he will be recorded in history and taken out by future generations to talk nonsense.

In Liangxiang, the cabinet responded so much, let alone the world.

"Even if it is implemented, Emperor Hongzhi must go ahead." Yan Chengjin thought to himself.

Only in this way can we truly implement the distribution of minuscules.

Zhang Juzheng was not easy to defeat Gao Gong, but was regent from the Ming Dynasty, but he was killed and confiscated. He walked in front and would only end up with Zhang Juzheng.

After the Ming Dynasty, there were no real strong people.

Wang Zhi was very strong, but died of illness when growing vegetables, Liu Jin was very strong, Lingchi for three thousand swords, Yan Song was very strong, and he was in the world with a broken bowl, and Xu Jie was very strong, but he was dismissed from office and returned home to death.

One person cannot fight a group of people.

Must be double cautious.

Fortunately, before Zhengde, civil officials formed party struggles as bad as after Jiajing.

If it is implemented by Your Majesty himself, it will be a different scene. Even if the ministers complain, they will not dare to do anything to the emperor.

As for deceiving the king, Emperor Hongzhi would not care when he wanted to promote it.

"If someone puts a deposit into a mu and promotes the world, it will greatly reduce the number of refugees."

Yan Chengjin spoke out loud.

Seeing that Li Dongyang couldn't tell a lot for a long time, he understood that this guy would not say anything even if he was beaten to death. After a change of subject, he pretended to be deaf and dumb: "Don't you tell me about a marriage?"

"My father guards the border, I think he can't get away."

When he left, Li Qing'e took a brocade box and gave it to her: "These pastries were made by Qing'e himself and could be eaten without the hands of others."

Yan Chengjin suddenly felt a little embarrassed...

It must be because Li Dongyang said that he was cautious and threw away all the pastries sent by the Li family.

"Then I thank you for your thanks to the lady." Yan Chengjin took it and left with great strides.

Pastry is a luxury in the Ming Dynasty, and it can only be eaten during the New Year Festival of ordinary people.

After returning to the mansion and asking He Neng to try it, Yan Chengjin ate a small piece of light green soft cake, which was crispy and glutinous, and tasted slightly sweet.

"Young Master, why did you eat pastries?" He Neng's eyes fell out in shock and almost turned into nuclear energy.

Since the young master has been in high school, he has rarely eaten anything outside. He almost brought his own lunch from the mansion to Liangxiang County for lunch, which was also taken out of the mansion.

"Greed in this young master's pastry?"

He Neng smiled, he secretly ate the pastry that Yan Chengjin had thrown away, and the food box was hidden in the room.

I was afraid that Yan Chengjin would beat him up, so I didn't dare to say that.

The next morning, the sun shone brightly in the sky, and the capital gradually regained its liveliness.

The first sentence every morning...

careful.

Yan Chengjin got up, ran around the courtyard for a few laps, sweating profusely, and put on his official clothes after taking a shower.

How can I ask: "Young Master, do you want to prepare a sedan chair?"

Yan Chengjin does not plan to go to Liangxiang.

Today, Liangxiang promotes the implementation of stalls and acres, and the gentry will make a big fuss, just to see how Zhang Xian solves it.

Although the gentry was not as difficult as Ning Shouhou and other ministers in the court, they were extremely arrogant.

Zhang Xian is even more reckless than Wang Shouren.

Not as smart as Wang Shouren and Zhu Houzhao, but very persistent, this is Zhang Xian's advantage.

It was because of his fondness that he recommended him to Zhu Houzhao as a Warrior.

In the future, if you can make a living by acre, you will definitely be able to promote the whole world. If you can't even implement it in Liangxiang, you can only say...

Well, I'm blind too.

At worst, I can find a warrior for Zhu Houzhao, anyway...

There are two more places.

………

Liangxiang County,

After the news that the gentry had entered the acres was released, the gentry asked the gentry to take the farm tools and gathered in Liangxiang Yamen.

"Dog official Zhang Xian! Return Liangxiang to me!"

"It's just that you let thousands of refugees enter the Liang Township. Now you still occupy our fields. I will kill you!"

"Get out of the good country!"

The leaders shouted to the yamen that they were once the village chiefs of Liangxiang, and they really wanted to implement the money they had to pay.

Zhang Xian walked out of the yamen and glared: "I will enforce the imperial court laws. If you have any grievances, just beat the drum."

"You think we are stupid and go to your yamen to sue you? If we want to sue, we will also go to the capital to petition!"

"Dad, please slow down and take a breath first."

The old man twitched with excitement, and the son-in-law quickly patted his back.

He had expected this to happen, so Zhang Xian said bluntly: "Where are you going to sue me, I don't care. Liangxiang belongs to the court, not yours. Don't make any noise. If you want yours to change the order, please take the imperial edict from the court!"

Bang!

A two-toothed rake flew over and hit Zhang Xian's forehead, and blood suddenly bleeded.

Zhang Xian touched the heat flow on his head, and blood stained half of his face, which was a little scary.

The person who threw the rake was the old man in the leader, and he was a famous old hooligan in Liangxiang. He just took a concubine a few days ago, and was made of clouds and rain, making heaven and earth.

He was old and would be in the coffin for a few years. He was not afraid, but he could not lose anything to his descendants.

"This man beat the imperial court's official and took him down! Check the taxes paid, if there are people who escape taxes and avoid service, they will be punished according to the Ming law!"

Zhang Xian shouted loudly.

People from the yamen took people one after another, but the old man didn't expect that Zhang Xianzhen would dare to touch him, and his body fluids flowed.

"I see who you dare!"

The combined gentry and servants are more than the yamen runners.

Just when Zhang Xian was helpless, refugees rushed out from the side, all holding equipment.

Thousands of refugees were holding farm tools in front of Liangxiang County Government, and the number of people was increasing one after another.

Compared with them, this gentry became insignificant.

Is this going to fight under my nose?
Chapter completed!