When a ray of breeze blew by in the morning, all the mist on the Slender West Lake was blown away, and a red sun slowly rose from the east, illuminating the entire Yangzhou City brightly and brilliantly, and Yangzhou City once again fell into prosperity.

On the long street, dozens or hundreds of local gangsters mingled with the crowd and shouted loudly, constantly urging others to join in.

When Zhen Ruyun dies, he dies. The most saddened person should be the Zhen family far away in Jiangning.

It has nothing to do with Yangzhou gangsters.

But if you can use this person to inspire people, and then they get rewards, they will immediately become close friends or like-minded brothers.

Therefore, hundreds of poor people from Yangzhou City took the money, their eyes were red, and under the instigation of the local gangsters, they all took sticks and shouted slogans of killing corrupt officials and went straight to the salt inspection censor's Yamen.

Chen Zhao had already been waiting with peace of mind.

Under his order, the gates of the Yanxunyan Censor's Yamen were all opened, and a Taishi's chair was placed in the middle. Facing the door, one could see the street at a glance, and Chen Zhao was sitting on the Taishi's chair, looking leisurely.

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He even took the time to hold a bowl of tea and sip it slowly.

All the officials and Qing guests naturally hid in the backyard, together with Lin Ruhai's family servants, protected by the few worshipers sent by the emperor. In the front yard, there were some people gathered by Sun Xiaodong and Chen Zhao.

Sun Xiaodong whispered beside Chen Zhao: "Lin Dianshi, everything is arranged!"

Chen Zhao nodded slightly, glanced at the door with a hint of expectation and said, "I hope the opera singers won't disappoint me today!"

While he was talking, a government official rushed over, knelt down in front of Chen Zhao and said respectfully: "Master Chen, there is a mob, about hundreds of people, approaching with great momentum."

Chen Zhao chuckled and said to Sun Xiaodong: "The curtain has opened!"

At this moment, noises came from outside the yard.

"Kill corrupt officials and reduce salt tax!"

“Give Yangzhou a bright and sunny day!”

With the power of the salt merchants, they incited countless people along the way. Originally there were only a few hundred people, but by the time they reached the Yamen Gate, the number had tripled.

There were more than a thousand people.

At this time, it was completely dark outside the gate, and the government officials who were watching the gate had long been frightened and hid, which only increased the courage of these people.

Among the crowd, at the front were a group of gangsters with savage faces, each holding sticks and other weapons in their hands. Coupled with the large number of people, it looked very shocking at first glance.

A guy with a tuft of hair on his face held a whistle stick in his hand and moved a stone from nowhere. He stood on it and shouted loudly: "Fathers and fellow villagers, Lin Ruhai, Chen Zhao and other dog officials are relying on the emperor."

Zhen Zhong persuaded the emperor to impose more taxes on Yangzhou. Zhen Ruyun, a merchant from Jiangning, was killed by this corrupt official just for arguing. People from other places are so courageous. Don't we Yangzhou people have no blood? They want to skin us and beat us.

Blood, what are we going to do!"

"Kill corrupt officials, kill traitors!"

"Avenge Zhen Ruyun!"

"Kill for life!"

Waves of shouts of killing rose into the sky. Not to mention the shock in the hearts of everyone in the front yard, they could also be heard in the backyard.

Jia Min held Daiyu in her arms and comforted her in a low voice: "Daiyu, don't be afraid, Brother Chen will be able to fight off the bad guys soon!"

Daiyu hugged her mother and nodded repeatedly, but she could not help but tremble.

Lin Ruhai sat on the Grand Master's chair with an indifferent expression, but when she looked at Jia Min and Daiyu, there was guilt in her eyes.

He worked hard for the emperor, but his wife and daughter were frightened.

If his old friend's son hadn't finished it for him, Lin Ruhai wouldn't have known how to deal with it.

At this time in the front yard, Chen Zhao stood up slowly, strode forward, and walked directly to the gate. He seemed not to take this group of mobs seriously in his eyes, and these mobs seemed not to have expected that Chen Zhao would be so bold, not only

Instead of running away, he walked towards them. For a moment, everyone became quiet and stared at Chen Zhao one by one.

Chen Zhao glanced around and saw that the crowd was full of strong men, and couldn't help but smile.

Linzhou and Suzhou violently resisted taxation and beat tax officials to death because the power in the hands of these tax officials was not as strong as that of the locals.

And what about the power in Chen Zhao’s hands?

Blindly copying some things is just a waste of time.

In the distance, there is a private room on the second floor of a restaurant.

On the high pavilion in the distance, some people who had arrived early were watching from a distance.

Thousands of Yangzhou people who had been bribed and encouraged by Zhen Ruyun's death surrounded the gate of the Yanxunshiyamen. It could be said that this time Lin Ruhai was already a turtle in the urn, and Chen Zhao could not fly.

You must know that there is a story about the "Five Tombstones" in Xuzhou in the previous dynasty, and these people behind the scenes understand it very well.

You must know that the law does not punish the public, even if Lin Ruhai and Chen Zhao were beaten to death, and their families were insulted, in the end, as long as a few "righteous men" were randomly introduced as the scapegoats, wouldn't the matter be settled?

Even if the emperor in the capital still believes in Lin Ruhai, as long as Chen Zhao is beaten to death, even if Lin Ruhai is not dead, he is just a toothless tiger, and an eagle with broken wings, can he still have an egg?

The capital is more than a thousand miles away from Yangzhou, and the emperor has just ascended the throne. Will he go on a killing spree for a useless censor?

As long as a few scapegoats are removed, there will be nothing the world can do.

In short, in the end, the emperor will understand that Yangzhou's salt tax cannot be collected.

Chen Zhao said calmly: "You are armed with murderous weapons, gathering a crowd to besiege the imperial yamen, and intimidating officials and subordinates. We know that this is a capital crime for killing officials and rebelling!"

The crowd was slightly in an uproar, and many people suddenly sneered.

When the words "Killing officials and rebelling" come out, doesn't it mean that Chen Zhao is a tough-tempered person?

Tuomao waved his whistle stick in his hand and shouted loudly: "Don't listen to the threats of this gangster. We kill corrupt officials to do justice for heaven. As the saying goes, the law does not punish everyone, how can the emperor kill all of us?"

Can’t make it?”

Chen Zhao sighed slightly and looked at these guys with fierce faces.

It was obvious that these guys were very familiar with gathering a crowd to commit murder.

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"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame Bendianshi for being rude!"

While speaking, Chen Zhao shouted loudly: "The mob has gathered to rebel, and they must be killed according to the law. Sons and daughters, get ready!"

Following Chen Zhao's order, the mob at the door suddenly looked confused.

At this moment, heavily armed salt warriors had jumped onto the wall and lined up.

They were all orphans raised by Chen Zhao, and they did not have a close relationship with the Yangzhou people, so they dared to fight and kill.

Everyone holds a powerful bow in their hands, with sharp arrows on the bow. The tips of the arrows shine in the sun, making people frightened.

When Zuomao and the others saw the many archers surrounding them, with arrows pointing at them all from a distance, their expressions suddenly changed.

Although there were only a dozen bows on the wall, more than a dozen people stood in a row, bending their bows and setting arrows. This power directly intimidated many people.

Suddenly someone threw the stick in his hand and seemed to retreat.

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The sound of sticks hitting the ground one after another attracted a large number of people.

When there are more people, the herd effect arises.

If one person retreats, others will inevitably retreat again and again.

At this moment, a scholar dressed as a scholar shouted: "Don't panic, don't make chaos. The Salt Patrol Censor Yamen has no power to kill people. They are just intimidating everyone!"

Many desperate mobs heard this and shouted loudly as if they were grasping at straws: "The law does not punish the people, Chen Gouguan will never dare to kill wantonly!"

The tuft of hair also regained its ferocious look, took two strides forward, tore open the shirt on his chest with a "stab" sound, revealing the furry flesh, and shouted loudly: "Traitor! Come and kill me if you can! It's you."

Has this little baby, whose fur is not fully grown, ever seen a dead person? Back then..."

"Snapped!"

There was a clear sound, and a tuft of triumphant hair was blown away. His whole body was whipped like a top, flying across the air, knocking down more than a dozen people along the way, and fell to the ground, looking half-dead.

Everyone could even see that the left side of this guy's face was so swollen from being slapped that the entire facial bones were probably broken.

Everyone fell silent immediately.

Chen Zhao sighed slightly. He didn't want to hit these ordinary people, but there were always people who provoked him, especially these mobs. They were completely accomplices, and it would be a pity to kill them!

So after he slapped him, he immediately shouted: "Shoot an arrow for me!"

Following Chen Zhao's order, a dozen archers immediately shot out their arrows, and the mob suddenly screamed and begged for mercy.

You know, in ancient times, it took at least two or three years to train an archer, and the longest those Chen Zhao had gathered with him only lasted two months.

It stands to reason that you cannot train an excellent archer in two months.

But things are different now.

The place was crowded, so you didn’t even have to aim your arrow to hit someone.

jingche "Spare your life, sir, please spare your life..."
To be continued...