Fang Xing arrested more than 30 people, and everyone thought that this matter was the case. But unexpectedly, after half a month, this man took action again.

Yang Tiantian looked more mature, and Fang Xing looked at him as he was a little dazed.

"How did I see some official power?"

Yang Tiantian saluted and Fang Xing asked, "How are your life now?"

"Very good. The county magistrates have many trustworthy people, and the officials below are also obedient."

Fang Xing was really a little dazed. He remembered Yang Tiantian, the farmer, the simple farmer.

Although the man with short beard in front of him seemed to be smiling happily, his majesty was actually a bit engraved in the bones, as if he had been an official since his previous life.

When Yang Tiantian saw Fang Xing a little dazed and couldn't help but feel nervous. Then the simplicity of the past revealed a thread and then disappeared.

Fang Xing looked at him with a complicated expression, and then said, "Last time your county magistrate Yuan Jie wanted to recommend you, but I was suppressed by my uncle. Do you have any complaints?"

Yang Tiantian hurriedly bowed and said no, he was already satisfied.

But Fang Xing saw the loss, huge loss when he lowered his head.

So Fang Xing's heart fell down.

"Everything you have now is that because of your last time, Benbo defeated the county magistrate Zhang Mai and let Yuan Jie escape."

Fang Xing gradually became cold: "Of course, Yuan Jie couldn't get to Ben Bo's place, so he showed goodwill to Ben Bo by promoting you..."

Yang Tiantian has been an official for several years. How could he not understand the meaning of these words? He knelt down without hesitation and said, "It's a little greedy. Since he was a rank, he has fallen in love with the kind of feeling that someone under his command can be instructed at will..."

Fang Xing turned his back and asked, "Do you still remember the content of the letter you wrote to Ben Bo back then?"

Yang Tiantian looked up and thought about it, and then read it out.

Fang Xing kept listening, listening to him from stuttering to fluent, from stiff to emotional.

"...The common people are so difficult, the minor officials are like tigers, the superiors are numb, the honors are proud, the gentry is free and carefree... The Ming Dynasty put the burden on the people, but indulged the officials, the powerful and the gentry..."

Yang Tiantian stopped, he understood what Fang Xing meant.

"Yes, Xiao I forgot my wishes back then and just wanted to get promoted..."

Fang Xing said quietly: "If it were all like this, where would you have the opportunity to meet Uncle?"

Yang Tiantian bowed and said, "The young man dared not argue, so he begged me to look at him coldly and see how the young man will come in the future."

He turned around and left. After he disappeared outside the door, Xin Laoqi said, "Master, he didn't look back."

Fang Xing turned around and smiled bitterly, "Human nature is greedy, but I am too demanding."

Xin Laoqi said casually: "Master, he borrowed your power."

"But I don't want to gather a group of officials around me!"

Fang Xing didn't want to set a precedent, such a Ming Dynasty was not what he wanted to see.

But what he was even more worried was that he could not help himself. When interests tied everyone together, he could not help but sit on the throne of the "leader" and then lead those people to strive for progress.

"That's not the life I want!"

Fang Xing shivered and asked, "How many have I found?"

Xin Laoqi said: "As of yesterday's return, there were more than 300 people, and more than 200 people who had trouble."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Call someone."

Not long after, Fei Shi and Li Jing both came, and Lin Qun'an also came.

Then there was a person who was unexpected to Fang Xing.

"Mr. Qinzhai?"

Fang Xing thought about it and then remembered the old scholar who even Zhu Zhanji had to accompany him with a smile.

"Please wait for tea and wait."

Fang Xing just gave orders casually, and Fei Shi suggested embarrassedly: "Brother, Duke Qinzhai is in the south... quite respected."

"This is a state affairs. Does respect for morality have anything to do with state affairs?"

Fang Xing frowned and looked at Li Jing who was smiling beside him, and said, "Prepare to close the net."

Li Jing was a little scared by this glance, and then he smiled dryly: "No Xinghe, more than 300 people, I'm afraid that the entire Jubaoshan Guard will attack to ensure that they can catch those people!"

"Only take those more than one hundred gentry."

Well……

Li Jing's mouth twitched, "Xing He Bo, that's... adding fuel to the fire!"

The atmosphere in Jinling City was already tense enough with Fang Xing's arrival. After he took more than 30 people, many people in the city were staring at him, waiting for his backup.

When this backhand appears, what will the people in the city think?

Fang Xing looked at him again and said, "Do you want to teach Uncle Ben how to do things?"

"Our family dare not."

Li Jing stood up and stood with his hands behind his back.

Fang Xing glanced at Lin Qun'an and said, "The Jinyiwei and the East Factory are just leading the way. We still want our people to take action. As for those who are stubborn and resist..."

Lin Qun'an said murderously: "That's rebellion!"

...

Qiu Zhen became more and more old. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he could see that there were only three or four lonely teeth left in his mouth.

"Xinghe Bo, every time you arrive in Jinling, the south will be in turmoil and bleeding..."

"Why is this?"

Fang Xing pushed the teacup over, then looked at Qiu Jian's turbid eyes and smiled and said, "Mr. Qinzhai, the north is already cleaning up."

"yes."

Qiu Jian held a crutch and gently tapped the ground. He gasped for a while and said, "The north is poor and cold, and the south is the foundation of the Ming Dynasty. Without the south, where does the tax come from?"

A gust of wind blew in and it turned out to be a little cold.

There were fallen leaves in the yard.

Qiu Zhen looked at the fallen leaves, and there was more sadness in his eyes.

"But I know that since the north has moved, there is no reason for the south to be spared, otherwise the north will cause trouble. Alas! Why bother! Why bother!"

Fang Xing was stunned, a little surprised by Qiu Jian's keenness.

"Mr. Qinzhai understands much more than those gentry who are determined to be lucky."

How old is Qiu Zhen? Such praise is not at all. He suddenly stood up and bowed and asked, "How long will it take to ask Xing and Bo?"

Fang Xing was silent. This was a state affairs and a secret. Even if Zhang Fu came to ask him, he could only be silent.

"I understand."

Qiu Jing left lonely, but woke up and did not see him off.

"Master, we brought Jubaoshanwei this time. This is not the intention of taking action. Why did he ask?"

Xin Laoqi felt that Qiu Jian was a little dependent on his seniority and was not worthy of respect.

Fang Xing played with the teacup and said, "People like him generally refuse to come out and sell their old faces. When they come out twice, there must be interests behind them. There is a gap between the south and the Ming Dynasty!"

He sneered: "When clearing the fields and encouraging science, these are all fighting against those barriers. Without eliminating the barriers, the Ming Dynasty will not be able to take off!"

He remembered the eve of the last land in China that was sank and the land was full of fishy smells. When the king died for his country and the capital was lost, the south...

"They will revel in a carnival! Encourage! The hearts of people under control of interests are even more terrifying than the devil."

"And this gap is not only gentry, but also people."

Wang He quickly found paper and pen to record it behind him, and the servants were listening.

"The gentry felt that the ruling of the court was too strict and did not give them too many benefits, no..."

Fang Xing thought for a while and said, "That benefit cannot satisfy their growing appetite, so they will look forward to a change of dynasty..."

Wang He paused for a moment and wrote this on the same page.

"As for the people..."

Fang Xing smiled bitterly and said, "What the people want is also good, but the people in the south always feel that the north has dragged their families down. Even if they have potatoes, this concept is still deeply rooted. They think that the south is richer than the north..."
Chapter completed!