Zhang Cheng also knew that this matter had become a big deal today and felt a little cold.
He turned his head and looked at the soldiers next to him, who also had a vaguely uneasy expression.
But if you take the soft pill today, your income will be greatly reduced in the future.
Not only that, the prestige of the city gatekeeper will also be greatly reduced.
If someone can reason with you today, then there will be someone who only pays the poll tax tomorrow.
Then what will my brothers eat and drink from now on?
Dilemma The sun has reached the middle, and the scorching sunshine is baking the earth.
Not only the people inside, but also the outside are covered in sweat, and the smell of livestock excrement and urine gradually makes the entire city gate smoky.
Fang seemed to be trying his best but could not give in.
Yang Ming also complained secretly in his heart, isn't it just a few big bucks?
Just give it to him, why bother to fight with a blushing face?
Not only did he delay his journey, even if he entered the city now and sold the grain and rushed back to the village, it would be too late to go back to the village.
But as of now, this is all he can do.
Things have changed now, involving the interests of all ordinary people.
Even though a few copper coins are not much at a time, they are enough to buy two sesame-burning cakes for the children at home or tie a few red-headed ropes for the daughter.
The less money they have, the more useful it becomes.
They don't mind sitting here all day just for the few coins they get each time they enter the city.
They have plenty of time anyway.
The Yang family members had long been sitting by the wall to catch their breath.
They were tired and yelled for a long time without even drinking a sip of water.
"Make way, make way, the guard is coming, give way quickly."
The crowd shouted, and gradually a hole appeared in the crowd, and a mighty man wearing iron armor walked in.
As soon as I heard that the guard was coming, the noise gradually calmed down.
The people do not fight with the officials No one was willing to stand up and speak out even though they knew they were right.
Even the few buddies who had been jumping around just now suddenly became mute.
Being able to quarrel with a few big-head soldiers is already a big deal, not to mention a guard.
In their subconscious, since the official is here, there must be an explanation.
Although it is said that officials protect each other, at least the court also needs a few.
Split face.
"Who is making trouble?"
The guard began to ask questions as soon as he entered the crowd.
He said this very artistically.
He asked not why the trouble was happening but who was making the trouble.
This actually means that Zhang Cheng and others were picked off, and things took a turn here, secretly reminding a few idiots that they were committing the crime of pulling people's heads.
In fact, this is also a common thing in the yamen.
As the saying goes, kill the chicken to show the monkey.
As long as the leader is tied up first, then the mud-legged people who follow behind will dare to make trouble and try their best.
"Report to the Lord Guard, it's him, he was the one who stirred up trouble first."
With the support of the Lord Guard, he pointed at Yang Ming's uncle with a straight horse and said, "It's this country hat.
Not only did he not pay the poll tax, but he also took the lead.
"Tax Resistance" "Tie him up!"
When the guard heard this, he shouted loudly, and the two gatekeepers started to arrest him.
"Me," the uncle was already speechless.
At this moment, he was also frightened to the point where everything went blank.
In just a short time, he became the one who took the lead in making trouble.
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Seeing the big-headed soldier coming over with hatred, he felt regret and resentment for a moment.
"The guard must have a clear eye when taking people.
Besides, I'm afraid it's unfair that I didn't ask for the reason behind the incident."
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded slowly.
It was not loud but it was coherent.
"Slowly" the guard heard, the person coming is not good.
Looking around, I saw a teenage boy walking over gracefully.
The clothes he wore were not very fancy and had a few puddings, but they were washed very clean.
The most important thing was that there was no trace of mud in his expression and behavior.
That look of fear As if such a thing is just an ordinary thing, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle right It's just calm and gentle This is a scholar Yang Ming just said a word, and Liu Tieshan already knew Yang Ming's identity.
Only educated people will not be afraid of the violent methods of others such as themselves The so-called incompatibility between civil and military forces has been the distinction between civil and military forces since the Song Dynasty.
The warriors held the troops and bravely separated one side from another.
Countless examples like this make almost every emperor frightened in the middle of the night.
It is precisely because of this that there is a development trend of the nobles and the lowly.
Supporting literature and restraining martial arts In the current dynasty, especially after the Tumubao Incident, the voice of the older generation of nobles was reduced to a freezing point.
Civil servants such as Yang Yanhe, Li Cheng, Zhang Cong, etc. suddenly became more powerful, showing a pattern of civilized rule of the world.
It is the seventh-grade officer of Wen Mo, and the fifth-grade general also bows his head The most critical factor in creating this situation is unity among civil servants.
Often when something happens to one person, almost all of them will come out.
The impeachment of people from the same hometown, same age, same sect, and same faction will definitely make a military man cry out for injustice in the sky prison and wait for death.
Yang Ming is a scholar.
Although he is young, he is still a scholar.
If a bunch of idiots take it, it will be taken away, but if it involves scholars, things will be difficult to handle.
Besides, as Yang Ming said, he has no reason at all.
Liu Tieshan paused, with a smile on his face: "Dare you ask this young husband?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, I'm just wondering.
Isn't it interesting for you to guard a golden job without doing all the dirty work of killing chickens and extracting eggs?"
Yang Ming smiled half-smilingly.
Seeing the soldiers next to him stop in their tracks, he slowly spoke. .
"Oh, I was rude."
Liu Tieshan smiled even more happily.
Since this little scholar didn't care about it, it was already revealed.
All he needed to say was a few nice words.
But what he just said was that he didn't need to guard his golden job. meaning Literary men have been handsome since ancient times.
Maybe I really have a golden rice bowl in this three-thirds of an acre of land, but where to start?
Liu Tieshan looked puzzled: "My dear husband, you are talking about this golden rice bowl."
At this time, the sun was in the sky, and the hot breath made people panic.
Yang Ming was already dry, and he didn't want to delay.
"Well, you still have some knowledge.
Since you know how to be a human being, I will give it to you today."
Show me a way, don’t go into trouble all day long just to get a few big bucks into the city.”
"Please give me some advice, haha."
Liu Tieshan naturally didn't believe it.
Although he was a little confused, his tone was too loud.
Besides, the brothers under him had no choice but to have their salary taken away by a group of big guys who drank the blood of soldiers.
The big money in Luo Zao's hands was not enough to feed himself.
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If he didn't make some side money, how could he support his family?
people If there really was a way to make money for everyone, who would be willing to do this offending thing?
Yang Ming smiled and didn't say anything.
He walked straight to Zhang Cheng and said, "Get fifty coins."
Zhang Cheng looked at Liu Tieshan, saw the guard nodded, and then counted out fifty large coins from the tax money and handed it to Yang Ming with both hands.
"No, you take it first."
Yang Ming continued: "Master guard, you see, I took these fifty coins as capital, so I can find a way to make money for you big-headed soldiers."
"If so, it all depends on the young husband's methods, haha."
Liu Tieshan smiled faintly.
He wanted to see how these fifty big coins could turn into a golden rice bowl for his brothers. s: Dare to accept the support of brothers and sisters.
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