The yamen runners dragged the old man into the jail.

"This is not the official position, it is clearly the impermanence of life-seeking!"

The gentry never thought that Zhang Xian was different from ordinary scholars, and he killed people like a martial artist without blinking.

When they heard that Ning Shouhou and Changning Bo's land was taken back by the court, they were scared.

What can’t even Ning Shouhou and Changning Bo do to Zhang Xian? So what can they do?

"If anyone dares to steal our land, we will kill anyone. Anyway, we will not be able to survive without the land."

The refugees knocked on farm tools and looked as usual. They had seen too many people who starved to death, and even cruel scenes of cannibalism.

That's why they no longer want to be refugees.

Another old man hurriedly said, "Whatever the lord says is, please let us go!"

"What do you mean? My father is still inside!" the elderly sons cried: "Please return my father back, so we won't make trouble again."

Zhang Xian smiled miserably and shouted: "I am not blood? In your eyes, what is a human being!"

"This person actually ordered the court to commit crimes in public. According to the Ming Dynasty, how to deal with it will be done!"

Li Yuan, the county magistrate, said: "The people of the army murdered the magistrate, the prefect, and the county magistrate. Those who had already traveled would be 100 rods and traveled two thousand miles. Those who had been injured would be snatched."

The old son fainted when he heard this.

"Successful execution!"

Zhang Xian killed the elderly in order to promote the stakes. As long as he relaxed a little, these gentry would be lucky.

When he was old, he bullied the villagers and no one dared to sue him.

The gentry dispersed, the refugees stayed, and all fell to the ground: "Thank you Lord Zhang for making decisions for us!"

"I am a parent official in Liangxiang, so I should do this. You all get up."

………

Beijing,

Yan Chengjin heard that the gentry in Liangxiang went to the yamen with a weapon and smashed a hole in Zhang Xian, which was very scared.

Many of these gentry did not understand the law.

I thought it would be enough to pay some money after beating someone, so I was not ambiguous at all when I started.

Fortunately, he was more steady and did not go to Liangxiang.

"Zhang Xian is too careless. If it weren't for the refugees coming, he would probably be difficult for him to end. His IQ is quite far from that of Wang Shouren."

Yan Chengjin thought to himself, but I am afraid that His Majesty already knows it.

Fengtian Palace,

Emperor Hongzhi sat in front of the imperial case, a little absent-minded, and the four words "Ding Ding Mu" kept lingering in his mind, "How is Liangxiang implemented?"

Mou Bin said: "The gentry and his men gathered in the yamen and injured Zhang Xian."

"Can Yan Chengjin be in Liangxiang?"

"I'm not here, I've been in my capital these two days."

Emperor Hongzhi fell into deep thought. This guy must have expected the reaction of the gentry in Liangxiang. The implementation of the new law hurts the interests of the gentry and will definitely resist.

"What about the good township, what will happen to the world?" Emperor Hongzhi sighed.

The gentry in Liangxiang is far inferior to the world. It is easy to resist and calm down. If the gentry in the world wants to resist, it will be difficult to calm down.

Zeng Mansion,

Since Song Jing went to Liangxiang County, he has never come back. Seeing that the autumn examination is coming, Zeng Jian was secretly anxious and asked His Majesty for one day today and is preparing to go to Liangxiang County.

Song Jing was humble and gentle, and he was very pleased with him. Before leaving, he ordered the housekeeper to prepare some pastries.

Zeng Jian took a sedan chair and went to Liangxiang.

The sedan is hot, so you have to stop and rest after walking for a while and sit in the shade on the side of the road.

When he was appointed as the Minister of Works, he came to Liangxiang.

The good village is poor, there are only three streets, and the crooked character "Rice" is removed.

There are very few caravans appearing on this remote countryside.

But after sitting on the roadside for a while, four teams of chariots and horses passed by.

"It's better to see it at first sight than to hear it."

I have to go to court every day, and even if I hear that there are workshops and caravans in Liangxiang, I don’t have the time to come and take a look.

I set off in a sedan chair and didn't walk far and hit the level.

Liangxiang has set up a tax card, and the goods passed by are subject to commercial tax.

I saw that the civil servant lightly pointed the goods, "Ninety single-tube Song's telescope, one two taels of silver, a total of six taels of silver, and you will give you a note."

The leading businessman quickly took out six taels of silver, took the bills, and continued to drive the train.

Liangxiang’s implementation of new taxes surprised Zeng Jian that the past vendors all consciously handed over the silver.

He didn't know that there were sub-patrols and military preparations near the checkpoint. If there was anything wrong, the officers and soldiers would come over to get people.

The vendors do not have to fight against the court for this little money. Liangxiang is like a big treasure house, with many novel things that can be made back when sold elsewhere.

When we arrived in Liangxiang, Zeng Jian opened his mouth and was bustling with people. The convoy was blocked in the middle of the street, with merchants and vendors everywhere, and he couldn't get through at all.

There are many shops on both sides, and every house is full of people.

There is a brand new shop with three floors inside and outside, surrounded by the store's door.

"Boss, what is this?"

"The newly-launched threshing machine in Liangxiang, step on this pedal and put the rice pole into it. The roller can beat the rice down and the millet and sorghum can also be removed."

"This thing can make a lot of money when sold in Jiangnan."

Zeng Jian looked at it for a while.

If you guess well, it must have been caused by Song Jing.

This kid looks dull, he is extremely adept at starting his hands, and is also proficient in math.

The key is that this is a cowhide belt. Zeng Jian looked at it for a long time before he could see the structure of this thing. The guy stepped on the pedal and the roller turned.

Another shop vendor shouted: "I'm so angry that I use Yunnan black medicine toothpaste and add herbal essences. It's all right after using it."

toothpaste?

I saw the guy holding a bottle in his hand and pouring out some black and white powder.

Zeng Jianyao was not good, so he couldn't help but think about it.

The servant reminded him: "Master, it will be dark when you wait a while when you go back."

Reluctantly, he moved away, found the yamen in Liangxiang, reported to his own house, and asked where the slight official Song Jing was.

The minor official took him to the suburbs, where many refugees gathered, carrying iron tools and carrying them.

"What are you doing?" Zeng Jian was puzzled.

The minor official reported: "Build a canal to reclaim more fertile land."

Song Jing held a ruler to measure the width of both sides of the canal. Zeng Jian was delighted and stood behind him and coughed dryly.

Song Jing turned around and saw him, and hurriedly saluted: "Why did the teacher come to Liangxiang?"

"What are you doing here? How decent is it to be so dirty?"

"Students want to make a water truck. The water level of the canal is too low and the fields at high places cannot be watered. If a water truck is set up, more fields can be driven."

"Stay for a while." Zeng Jian didn't sit down, and there was mud around him, so there was really no place to sit.

Song Jing was ashamed: "My teacher is concerned about it, and I will send you a trip to Liangxiang."

"I also brought you a lecture notes compiled by my teacher. I think I didn't have time to tell you, so you can read them carefully."

Song Jing was grateful: "Thank you for your mentor!"

"Why didn't you see that guy Yan Chengjin?" Zeng Jian wondered.

Song Jing raised his hand and pointed. Yan Chengjin was not wearing an official uniform and pointed at a magistrate. The magistrate nodded repeatedly.

"The digging canal should not be too low. If it is too low, water irrigation is insufficient. Remember to strengthen the embankments on both sides to prevent the water level from rising and the embankments from falling."

"What the lord said is very true." Zhang Xian was still wrapped in white cloth on his head.

Yan Chengjin saw Zeng Jian coming over and sent him away.

"Hello, Mr. Zeng."

"I heard that my nephew promoted the promotion of a stake in acre, and it was a mess. This matter was not a trivial matter. Many ministers in the court were staring at Liangxiang. Do nephews want to promote the world?" Zeng Jian asked.

It is also your Majesty who should be promoted. I, Yan Chengjin, only limit myself to technical guidance. "Don't worry, Lord Zeng, the lower officials will not promote the world."

Zeng Jian felt relieved: "That's good, you don't know the depth, and it will cause death if you make a fuss."

How could I not know? If I really didn’t know, it would have been like a time traveler army, with golden fingers and a bold move, why should I be so cautious?
Chapter completed!