He had already foreseen the depravity of Jin Yiwei's lower class.

In various movies, TV dramas, novels and operas, there are scenes of Jin Yiwei's depravity everywhere.

Also fallen with them was the uncle of the current dynasty.

After all, the emperor cannot be blamed, but the people are still in dire straits. Is that Shu Die's responsibility?

They can only be relatives of the emperor and his slaves.

In addition to eunuchs, is there any more majestic servant of the emperor than Jin Yiwei?

This bastard of Jinyiwei is as depraved as the Eight Banners disciples of the same period.

But think about it, whether it is the Jin Yiwei or the Eight Banners disciples, they all have hard-core crops, and the harvest is guaranteed by drought and flood, but not too much. In the long run, who will work hard? Who will pursue progress?

This is the disadvantage of the iron rice bowl!

Chen Zhao shouted: "Everyone line up and stand in line!"

Everyone below suddenly panicked, but they all stood up desperately, and no one dared to stab him.

"The Jin Yiwei are the emperor's personal guards and the Jin Yi's personal soldiers. But you slovenly people, the wastes that hang around in teahouses and brothels all day long, have no face to be called the Jin Yiwei. I'm giving you marching rules to lead you on the right path!"

"Lin Fei, Kou Zhong, keep an eye on me. If you can't stand straight, hit me!!"

After saying that, he waved his hand.
Chapter completed!