Chapter 107 The Ming Dynasty’s Minors Protection Law

On the streets of the capital, accompanied by brisk music, children's chorus continues to move forward...

"In front of the prince's horse, what is it that follows the wind and kills the demon face?"

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

…”

Then the neat team of girls was like a group of walnut shakers.

In front of them, Ambassador Yang was sitting on horseback.

The little princess and others were also followed beside her. She and her gang of friends were riding in a sedan. Then, a sedan ran beside the stepmother team, and they moved forward under the astonished and laughing gazes of passers-by on the roadside. This scene is indeed a spectacle, after all, Yang

There are still nearly a thousand foster girls around Feng, and nearly a thousand girls are singing and marching in unison.

They are all dressed up cutely.

At least in junior high school and primary school, the disadvantage of Japanese girls’ short legs is not obvious yet.

Even an advantage.

The smaller the size, the more obvious the advantage.

In addition, after following Yang Feng, they had no worries about eating and drinking. They were much fatter and whiter. There was obviously flesh on their faces, which made them look cuter. With nearly a thousand of them marching forward, their lethality doubled.

"stop!"

Yang Feng suddenly shouted.

Then the procession of adopted daughters stopped.

In terms of orders and prohibitions, they are definitely doing a good job. After all, since they came under him, they have been under military management. They turn off the lights on time, get up on time, and line up for meals. Even the real army at this time is not as strict as them in this aspect. Recently,

Thousands of girls all stopped on the roadside in the blink of an eye.

Yang Feng dismounted and walked to the door of a nearby shop...

"Do you have a hoe?"

He asked the shopkeeper who was watching the excitement in front of the door.

"Yes, yes, the ambassador has as many as he wants."

The shopkeeper said quickly.

"Bring them all out, don't worry about the hoe handles, bring out the spade handles, don't worry about the wood."

Yang Feng said.

Then he tossed over a wad of bills.

The shopkeeper quickly called the waiter, who quickly went to the backyard and took out bundles of various wooden sticks that were just right to hold. Although it was a bit thick for these girls, it was still manageable. Yang Feng immediately called to the adopted daughters.

Queuing up to lead the arms, the shopkeeper should be able to guess what they are doing...

"The ambassador is taking them to learn farming?"

he asked.

"Learn to farm?"

Yang Feng was surprised.

Then looking at his pleading eyes, I immediately woke up.

"Ah, yes, I just took them to find a place outside the city to learn farming."

he said.

"Then since the ambassador wants it, let's just charge the purchase price!"

The shopkeeper said with a smile.

Then quickly returned most of the banknotes to him.

This is a smart guy!

Soon all the products were distributed in the store. The girls were like Monkey King's monkey hair, each holding a wooden stick. There were some missing ones at the back, but this one was simple. There was a bamboo forest next to it. Ambassador Yang asked about it.

The forest owner then threw out the banknotes and hired someone to chop them.

"There is no need to remove branches from this section, just leave it as it is!"

He stopped the bamboo cutter from cutting off the bamboo branches, so some girls were given a trumpet langxian.

In this way, his legion of righteous women quickly completed their arming, and then continued to sing the song "Prince and Prince" before riding horses amidst the laughter of the idle people, and marched toward Yingtian Mansion in a mighty manner. They didn't go far when they met someone who had received the news.

The censor patrolling the city, who brought dozens of archers with him, was a little confused when he saw this scene...

It's impossible not to be confused.

If it's okay to have a thousand well-armed men, what on earth are these one thousand girls?

"Ambassador Yang, where do you want to go?"

The censor patrolling the city shouted.

Yang Feng stretched out his hand to the side, and the little princess quickly stepped forward and handed him the iron coupon.

Yang Feng held the top of the iron coupon with one hand, put it directly in front of the censor, pointed at a line of words with his finger, then ignored him and urged his horse forward. The censor also stood there helplessly, saying nothing.

Fa watched the girl carrying the stick passing in front of him.

That line means that Yang Feng has freedom of movement, so he can go wherever he likes. The censor patrolling the city has no right to interfere. Let alone any rules, can your rules be bigger than iron bonds?

The little princess's sedan chair soon passed by.

Yang Feng continued to march towards Yingtian Mansion, and more and more people watched the excitement on both sides.

Soon he arrived at Yingtian Mansion.

By this time, there were already tens of thousands of idlers coming with him.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

A civil servant from Yingtian Mansion's Yamen rushed out with dozens of Yamen servants...

"Bold, what do you want to do?"

he said angrily.

Yang Feng looked at him quietly.

"Yang, Ambassador Yang, this is Yingtian Mansion Office, not a place for you to act wild!"

He shouted unconfidently.

Yang Feng pointed calmly...

"beat!"

he said.

The adopted daughters cheered and rushed forward one by one with sticks. They seemed to have deep hatred. After all, they usually went shopping in groups. Since they were sealed in the mountain, they were all depressed. When they saw the culprit, they immediately became angry.

Student. The civil servant was so frightened that he quickly retreated and called the government officials to stop him. But these days, the government officials and the archers were all prostitutes for free, and they even brought their own dry food to work. Of course, they hid quickly in this situation. So after he said the greeting, the government officials

Instead, they were so frightened that they all ran away, and then the adopted daughters swarmed forward. The civil servants were so frightened that they covered their faces with their arms and hurriedly hid in the yamen.

But it's useless to protect their faces, they still have to be hit on their bodies. Even if the girls don't have the strength, it's still a wooden stick. Let alone hitting them, their feet will still hurt when they fall down!

Not to mention dozens of sticks.

The civil servant was beaten until he screamed miserably. He struggled to break away from the siege and ran inside, but a clever foster daughter stretched the stick between his legs.

He was immediately tripped up.

Now I can only hold my head and be beaten.

At the same time, more foster girls rushed into the government office, wielding sticks and beating them everywhere.

The government officials and officials are all running away.

Officials are also servants, and most of them are free or semi-free prostitutes.

Soon another civil servant arrived with archers and tried to rush to Yang Feng's theory. Then the foster girls holding bamboo poles set up bamboo poles with a large number of bamboo branches in front of him like a spear formation.

The unlucky civil servants and archers were immediately trapped in the Wolf Forest. They might be poked by bamboo branches or bamboo pole tips whenever they moved. They wanted to push away but were unable to do so because there were too many. Moreover, these bamboo poles were all tilted on the ground.

Even in a group of two, one foster daughter is carrying it on her shoulders in front, and the other foster daughter can easily adjust the direction. The narrow street is completely blocked by bamboo poles.

"Young surnamed Yang, you are so bold, you are not afraid of Ming law!"

The official roared angrily.

Then he accidentally got poked in the face with a bamboo pole.

Although he hid quickly, he still made a cut and screamed in pain.

"How old are you?"

Yang Feng asked the adopted daughter who made the bamboo pole.
To be continued...