Yang Dashuai actually designed a screw...

At present, there is no technical pressure in manufacturing. It is indeed difficult to process mechanically, but it can be cast with copper, which takes some time.

So in a hurry, I can only do this.

With the third hit of the sledgehammer in the hands of the two soldiers, the poor pig made a final slaughter, the pig's mouth pouted to the maximum extent, and the skull was obviously sunken, but the two fierce executioners did not stop. Then they changed to two large wooden wedges, and then roared and smashed them in with all their might.

The following scene was a bit cruel, so that Duke Ding trembled.

Obviously he understood that it was not just a pig...

"Please come up with Mr. Xu!"

Yang Dashui shouted.

Duke Ding continued to tremble.

Then the servants, who were like wolves and tigers, rushed towards his son Xu Tingfu, who was so scared that he got up and ran away, but he could not escape these guys. A servant jumped and threw him down like a hungry tiger...

"I still want to run away. Today I will serve this noble man in heaven!"

He smiled and dragged Xu Tingfu backwards.

Immediately afterwards, the other servants rushed up, lifted Xu Tingfu's limbs, and threw them into the vacant position like fiddling with the pig. They pressed his head and stuffed them into the clamping stick as he struggled.

Poor that the blood was not cleared out, Mr. Xu struggled and screamed in a blink of an eye. His face was covered with blood.

Several other servants quickly tied him up with belts, pressing the square wood in front on top of his head, and stuffing wooden wedges on both sides to compact it...

"Father, save me!"

Mr. Xu howled heart-wrenchingly.

Duke Ding was still trembling, not sure whether he was scared or was considering whether it was 400,000 or his son was important.

After all, he has grandchildren.

"Serve Mr. Xu!"

Yang Feng shouted.

The two servants smiled and swung the sledgehammer, and smashed it on the wooden wedge without hesitation.

"Ao..."

Mr. Xu howled like the pig.

"I'll give it, I'll give it, I'll give you 400,000 taels!"

Duke Ding suddenly blew.

"Hurry, hurry up, put Mr. Xu down and just tap him gently, without any sense at all. Do you think Mr. Xu's head is harder than a pig's head?"

Yang Feng said.

The servants laughed and let go.

The Duke of Dingguo next to him was crying in tears. I don’t know if he was crying for his 400,000 taels or this sudden bad era. The three Dukes, hereditary dukes, and the head of civil and military officials were actually tortured and tortured by a group of rioters in front of his home. Is this still the Ming Dynasty that is the master of saints and wise?

What's wrong with this magical reality?

Of course, whether it was the Ming Dynasty, which was not a sage, he still had to pay. Then the new convoy formed by Yang Feng entered the Dingguo Duke's Mansion, and then started to launch silver in a car. As the silver was pushed out, Taichang, who was already a little guilty, also lost his guilt, but instead felt angry again on his face. It was obvious that there was some money. Yang Feng's inference was right. He cried and had no money, and he didn't even let go of his son's stick. It wasn't that he had no money, but he just didn't want to pay it!

This way, you should put on a stick.

"What does Your Highness regard the minister as a pillar of the country? It's a joke. The minister is the most cunning. Whenever he asks for money, he says that the treasury is empty. When he collects taxes, he says that he can't compete for profit with the people. In fact, it's all lies. Go to their house to search, open their cellars to see, and it's full of gold and silver. The treasury's silver has been moved to their own houses.

Competing for profit with the people, which one is the people?

Are these poor people who can’t afford to wear clothes?

They are the heads of Guizhou, and they don’t even count the people. In the eyes of ministers, those gentry are the people, those who have thousands of acres of fertile land and earn a lot of money through business are the people in their eyes.

They themselves came out of these people.

Of course, we cannot compete with the people for profit.

Because what is fighting for is the benefit of their family, relatives and friends.

The imperial court only had a salt tax of about one million taels a year, but we only took an insignificant part of these two families from their cellars, and it was almost one million taels. This is the ministers, all of whom were rich enough to compete with the country. The people in the world were poor, so poor that women could not even wear pants. His Majesty was poor. All this money had to be raised, so they were rich.

What is six million taels?

They can also take out all 60 million taels!"

Yang Feng struck while the iron was hot and continued to bewitch the pitiful Taichang, allowing the thirteen-year-old eldest son to continue to move forward on the road to blackening.

The 400,000 taels of silver were quickly moved out with the crying of the Xu family.

"Hurry up Duke Ding and Master Xu!"

Yang Feng shouted.

The servants stepped forward to pick up Xu Wenbi and his son.

Yang Feng took a newly framed inferior plaque from the soldiers next to him and placed it directly in the hands of their father and son.

"The family of loyal ministers is the imperial treasure of the eldest son. Keep it well and want to pass it on to the family!"

Then he said with satisfaction.

After saying that, he turned around and left...

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He laughed wildly as he walked.

Behind the Xu family's father and son were crying humiliation, looking at their backs as they walked away.

The third one is the British government.

Fortunately, the British Duke has been ready for a long time.

"Bold thief, Emperor Chengzu is here for the iron certificate. I see who dares to be rude!"

Zhang Yuangong held up the iron coupon and stood proudly in front of the door, and his hair and beard were all Zhang for a moment, as if possessed by his ancestor's soul...

Yang Feng walked up to him with a curious look, and then looked at the iron coupon in his hand. Because the iron face turned black over time, the lines of regular script with wrong gold were still shining brightly. It was obvious that the iron coupon of the alchemy book was not really red, and the red paint probably could not be preserved for too long, so they were all wrong gold characters, and they still exuded majesty after more than two hundred years of ups and downs.

but……

"I'm illiterate, who knows what's written on it?"

Yang Feng said.

"The young one doesn't know how to read!"

"The young men are all rough soldiers and illiterate!"

...

There was a burst of laughter behind him.

"Since that's the case, just go in and put all the clamps on them, and arrange ten pairs of clamps. Let's start with the juniors of the Zhang family. When will the 400,000 be picked up? Hurry up and invite the British Duke to the side. Be careful. He is old and don't piss him to death!"

Yang Feng said.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yuangong looked sad and angry at him. The arms holding the iron coupon were trembling as if they were overwhelmed. Then the iron coupon really slipped from his hand and hit his feet. The poor British Duke screamed in pain and fell directly under his feet...

"Uh, are you trying to mess with the car? Everyone saw it, I didn't touch him, I couldn't lift anything less than four pounds. I was simply ashamed of the spirit of the Loyal King in the Heaven!"
Chapter completed!