Domineering Daming

Just ask, who dares to mess around in Nanzhili?

"Third Uncle" had a panoramic view of the expressions of this group of people, and there was a little expression on his face, and he smiled and said: "There is no movement in the governor's yamen, which means that they know the seriousness of the matter and are discussing it. What we have to do now is to settle the matter." Not much expansion, the bigger the matter, the more we will succeed, maybe we will be able to return to Tianqi for four years..."

As businessmen, they don't want to have taxes, and they don't want the messy "conventions", "guidelines" and "regulations" that pop up all of a sudden. They are eager to go back to before the apocalypse, which is the world they dream of now!

"Third Uncle said so!"

"Yangzhou has already started to move, Mr. Cao is said to have written a letter..."

"Master Bi Zikang also wrote it, and Suzhou will follow!"

"A big event can be expected!"

A group of people were very excited and chattered.

The "third uncle" didn't move, sat here for a while, and then left.

A group of people naturally got up and saw them off with great enthusiasm.

Governor Yamen.

Fang Kongshao, Xu Jie, Shi Bangyao and others are discussing secretly.

Xu Jie said: "Lord Fang, the prison department can ask for people directly from the Governor's Mansion, and then make a large number of layoffs of the existing yamen servants, so that they will all listen to us..."

Shi Bangyao said: "The lower officials agree. The Criminal and Prison Department was formed overnight. I will train it tomorrow and it will be of great use."

The chief secretary said: "The Governor's Council can also be used. Since Wang Beicheng 'surrendered', he should show his vote..."

"After this time, there must be a lot of cases, Dali Temple might as well set up a shelf first..."

"There is no shortage of manpower. Whether it is neutral or supportive, we can recruit them now..."

"That's right, the provincial and government newspapers should also be established, and public opinion among scholars must be in the hands of the governor's yamen!"

Fang Kongshao listened quietly, feeling quite relieved, before the day he was still a widow, but today he has so many helpers, and these advices can be quickly effective.

"Okay, don't waste your time!"

Fang Kongshao stood up and said in a deep voice, "Operate overnight!"

"Obey!" A group of people stood up and answered solemnly.

Just as everyone was about to leave, Fang Kongshao said again: "Master Xu, stay here for a while."

Xu Jie was startled, turned around and walked back.

Fang Kongshao's eyes hesitated slightly, but he still said: "Master Xu, Your Majesty... what news do you have over there?"

Xu Jie immediately understood what Fang Kongshao meant, and said, "Your Excellency, don't worry, I have never had any private contact with the Emperor."

Fang Kongshao actually wanted to see Zhu Xu to find out his thoughts, so he said, "Well, I've been tired these days, and I'll hold a grand welcome banquet for you in a few days."

Xu Jie didn't care, he responded and went out.

There are too many things to do in the governor's yamen, and it is not an exaggeration for the "New Deal".

Wu family compound.

The once brilliant, bustling, busy, and crowded Wu family compound is now eerily quiet, with no lights and no life.

In the past, it was a place where dignitaries, high-ranking officials, and wealthy businessmen were keen to come. Even the original six ministers, Wei Guogong and others were frequent visitors here.

In a dark room, an old man reclined on a rocking chair, eyes closed, motionless, lifeless, even outsiders could hardly tell whether he was alive or not.

Not far from him, there were three old men, in their sixties or seventies, sitting on chairs, leaning forward, quite respectful.

The one on the right looked at the old man on the rocking chair, frowned and said, "Father, are we really going to do this? Jingzheng is not Tianqi, nor Wanli, so it cannot be deduced with common sense."

The one in the middle snorted coldly and said, "Brother, there is nothing to be afraid of! Jing Zheng is going to kill us, it's not that easy!"

The one on the far left looked at the old man with his eyes closed and breathless, and said in a deep thought: "Father, we have already started and there is no turning back. Now that Jingzheng has arrived at Yingtian Mansion, what should we do next?"

The old man on the rocking chair remained motionless, and it took a long while to slowly open his eyes. His eyes were so cloudy that his pupils could no longer be seen clearly, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, his lips were dry and cracked, his voice was a bit intermittent, every word It seems to be a lot of effort, but every word is very clear: "Also... step... also... tend... see... ok... just... close..."

The three brothers were taken aback when they heard their father's words, and then began to think.

Mrs. Wu was the Minister of Rites of the Wanli Dynasty, and he was deeply trusted by Wanli. He has worked hard in the officialdom for more than 60 years. He has seen everything from the cabinet battles in the Jiajing Dynasty to the "national struggle" in the Wanli period. Many even have personal experience, political wisdom is not comparable to several sons.

The second Wu in the middle glanced at the two brothers left and right, then looked at the old man and said, "Father, about taxes and food..."

The boss's expression changed immediately, and he said: "If the tax and food in Nanzhili are reduced by half, Jingzheng will definitely not let it go, this can't..."

The third child did not speak, his face was sullen.

Their Wu family has a lot of energy, and there are too many ways to reduce the tax and food in Nanzhili. If the reduction reaches a certain level, the court and the emperor will feel "pain" and force them to make changes.But this is not without side effects, that is, the court or Jingzheng will retaliate, and this kind of retaliation is not something they can afford.

——It is no longer before the apocalypse, the current Jingzheng does not play by the rules!

As soon as Mr. Wu's words fell, Mr. Wu's anger immediately came up again, and he said angrily: "Jing Zheng has pushed us to this point, do we still have to beg for mercy?"

Old Madam Wu frowned, and said, "Although the 'Jingzheng New Deal' is debatable, we can't go too far, otherwise..."

"No, what will happen to us?" Wu's second child's anger was completely aroused, and he said in a cold voice: "Otherwise what! Our Wu family is not easy to bully. Which one of the salt merchants and grain merchants in Nanzhili is not good?" I hate the New Deal, as long as we twist together, Jingzheng will know how powerful it is!"

Old Master Wu's eyes have been slowly closed, and he is conserving all his energy.

Wu Laosan heard the two brothers arguing, and couldn't help frowning: "Listen to father." In the Wu family's generation, Wu Laosan is the core position.

The two immediately shut up and turned to look at the old man.

But the old man didn't speak, and he didn't speak all the time.

The three brothers looked at each other, then stood up, bowed slightly to the old man and backed out.

The three brothers gathered together in another secret room, their faces sinking like water.

Although the "business" outside was in full swing, which surprised the whole of Nanzhili, the next thing was more troublesome and required more careful response and operation.

If they are not careful, their Wu family will be buried with them!

Chapter 685 The Heart of a Scholar

The three brothers of the Wu family are all in their sixties, but they are all in good spirits, without the fatigue of an ordinary old man.

Wu's second child was the most irritable. He looked around and snorted, "What's the matter, there should be an explanation, right?"

Boss Wu leaned on the chair, his face sank like water, and said: "That's it for now, wait and see."