There were crowds of people outside Xihua Gate. At first glance, they were all covered in black heads. It was not clear how many people there were. All I could see were the crowds of people, pointing to the city wall and talking in low voices.

The scene was even more lively and shocking than when the cannons were fired in Xishan two days ago.

After all, the artillery fire in Xishan was in an open area. Tens of thousands of people gathered there, and it didn't seem particularly crowded. However, if tens of thousands of people gathered in Xihuamen, it would be overwhelming.

The officials and princes who had just left the court could not squeeze out of the sedan chair, so they had to get off the sedan chair and walk under the protection of the servants.

Most of these people had just escaped from death and still had lingering fears in their hearts. Even if there was a huge excitement, they didn't care at all and just wanted to go home quickly.

But curiosity got the better of them, and they were a little curious about what was going on outside the city gate, so that these common people stopped even looking at Ling Chi, who they liked to see the most.

You must know that when Liu Jin was sentenced to death, the streets were empty, and now Jiang Bin's public resentment is no less than him. Why doesn't anyone go to see it?

Yang Tinghe's sedan was at the front, so he was the first to get off the sedan in confusion. As soon as he walked under the doorway, he saw his son Yang Shen standing outside the city gate.

Yang Shen was dressed in black clothes and stood elegantly outside the doorway, with several people similarly dressed as a young master surrounding him.

These people were surrounded by enthusiastic young men and women. It was not much different from the scene when fans met their idols hundreds of years later.

The crowd was artificially divided into three layers. The core circle closest to the city gate was Yang Shen and his friends. Beyond that were the young men and women who were shouting excitedly and waving pens and papers in their hands to sign.

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A little further outside, there were more people watching the fun.

"Mr. Yang Ge, are these people brought by your noble master?" Mao Cheng, who was walking at the forefront with Yang Tinghe, was shocked by what he saw.

Yang Tinghe shook his head, thinking that Quanzi was not that capable and could attract so many people, and he was afraid that only the emperor could make such a big splash.

Following Yang Tinghe was Wang Shouren, who supported Yang Yiqing and slowly walked out, feeling a little unhappy.

It's better to be young. Look at my followers. They are either handsome young men or gorgeous young women.

Look at my followers, they are either honest nerds or middle-aged men like Zhang Bangqi who are already tending to go bald.

Yang Shen soon discovered Yang Tinghe and rushed to greet him. The fans consciously made way for the father and son to get together.

"Father, come and see!"

Yang Shen couldn't wait to pull Yang Tinghe back to where he was standing just now, pointing to the imperial list hanging high above the city gate!

Sure enough, it’s on the imperial list again!

Several ministers, including Wang Shouren, Yang Yiqing and others, also benefited from Yang Tinghe's influence and were able to successfully walk out of the Xihua Gate and looked up.

These people, who had seen the vast world, stood at the city gate with their heads held high, dumbfounded.

Those who had not yet been able to squeeze out, their curiosity was suddenly aroused, and they all squeezed out harder with the help of the servants. They were still unable to move, so they could only shout anxiously.

"Master Mao, what are you looking at?"

"Mr. Yang Ge, why are you so shocked!"

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"Father, please read the last line!"

Yang Shenyao pointed to the imperial list on the city wall to remind Yang Tinghe.

Surprisingly, Yang Tinghe's name is also on it, but it's just on the last line.

[In July of the eighth year of Zhengde, Yang Tinghe advanced his salary to three shi and one tael to forty taels of silver, which has not yet been repaid.]

If it weren't for seeing this line, Yang Ting and himself would have forgotten that he had received a salary advance from the Ministry of Household Affairs, and now he suddenly remembered that such a thing had happened vaguely.

Suddenly the old face turned red with shame, and the beard on his chin trembled slightly in anger.

A scholar can be killed but cannot be humiliated. The emperor's move is simply killing people and killing people, even more cruel than Ling Chi.

Don’t say you didn’t predict what you said!

"Master Yang's father owes less than two taels of silver. Let's pay him back!"

"You don't need it, I'll pay it back!"

"Who do you think you are? Mr. Yang is short of that little money? We pay back the money for Mr. Yang, just to express our feelings!"

Those fans of Yang Shen held up their money one after another, fearing that they would not be able to pay back the money for their idol's father.

"Don't grab it. Everyone has a share. One copper coin per person, okay?" Yang Shen's friend quickly walked to a table and stood up to appease the fans' enthusiastic emotions.

The most ruthless thing about Jiajing was that there were ten tables under the imperial list, with Zu Jiyuan taking the lead and everyone guarding behind one table.

There are account books on the table, and a huge red wooden box next to the account books.

The fans immediately rushed to the table and threw the copper coins over. In a moment, the table was already piled with one or two thousand copper coins. Zu Jiyuan and others quickly counted out one thousand four hundred coins and threw them into the pile.

In the red box next to it.

Then he shouted: "Yang Ge's old money has been paid off!"

Immediately, Jin Yiwei brought a ladder, climbed up with a brush, and painted the strip where Yang Tinghe owed money black.

Above Yang Tinghe's name is Wang Shouren.

However, Wang Shouren did not feel embarrassed. Instead, he stroked his beard with his hand and looked at his name happily.

"Your Majesty's move is quite interesting. Even I had not thought of such a clever strategy. Although it is like hitting the ministers in the face, which is against the golden rule, I have to say that it does have a miraculous effect. Interesting, interesting!"

What is the golden mean? Jiajing has never thought about the golden mean.

[Wang Shouren fell ill in Longchang in the second year of Zhengde. He borrowed two sets of medicinal materials, two stones of white rice, and one liang and forty-two coins from the post station. He has not returned them yet. 】

"Brother Zhang, I have to go out in a hurry..." Wang Shouren looked at Zhang Bangqi beside him.

"I was walking in a hurry too." Zhang Bangqi's eyes searched for his name on the imperial list, but luckily he didn't find it.

Just when the two of them looked at each other and smiled, feeling a little relieved, Wang Shouren's fans also squeezed in.

"Teacher Wang, let me help you pay back the money!"

Wang Shouren looked at the young man in front of him. He had a slender figure, bright eyes, and an elegant air. The confidence in his eyes made people feel good.

"Who are you?"

"Student Xu Jie, courtesy name Zisheng, is a native of Songjiang Prefecture. I have read Mr. Master's masterpieces and have admired him for a long time. Today I finally have the chance to meet him. I am truly lucky!"

"Xu Zisheng... Then I'll thank you here in advance. Wang knows a little about facial features. Judging from your appearance, your future will be limitless!"

“Thank you for your comment, Mr.

Xu Jie was so excited when he received Wang Shouren's praise that he quickly stepped forward, took out two taels of silver, and threw it into the big red box.

The information that Wang Shouren owed money was also erased.

Wang Shouren also has fans!

One after another, several more officials squeezed out and found their names on the imperial list. Those who owed less quickly took out money and put it into the cash box to remove their names from the imperial list.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.

Several people holding short sticks and shouting forced their way out of the crowd and went straight to the ten tables.

They were all tall and tall, with ferocious faces, and looked fierce, like a pack of hungry wolves.
Chapter completed!