Yang Feng looked at the anticipated gaze in front of him...

"Are we traitors?"

He suddenly said.

"Well?"

...

The people were confused.

"We robbed the nobles, killed the ministers, and forced the emperor to give us silver. So are we traitors?"

He continued.

"No, no, the commander is a loyal minister."

Chen Liangbi was so scared that he stood up and said.

He was almost crying when he said that.

What are you going to do? The atmosphere is obviously wrong. Are you going to take action against him again?

Zheng Weizhong was so scared that he stood up quickly and hurriedly praised Yang's loyalty, which looked like he was sincere.

"Shut up, I didn't ask you!"

Yang Feng shouted.

The two marquises were so scared that they quickly closed their mouths and wiped the cold sweat from the cold winter.

"You answer!"

Yang Feng pointed to one of them and said.

"Big, great man, this, this is a little..."

The latter stood up and stammered.

"It is obvious that you also think that this is a traitor in your heart. You just can't stand the temptation of money and deliberately don't think about this kind of thing. So I want to ask, what is your household registration?"

"Small, small, Shenyang Zuowei Army."

"In other words, your ancestors followed Taizu to conquer the world, your ancestors shed blood and worked hard for the Ming Dynasty, and this country has its contribution to your ancestors. So I want to ask, how have you lived in the past?"

"I have had a few days of having enough food in a year. The guard commander forced me to pay the food, and often forced me to work for him. If I don't go, I will fight him. Sometimes the young man couldn't hold on and even wanted to be a fugitive. In fact, there were many people who could not stand it like this. The young man had six children and four of them died of hunger and cold."

"Then I want to ask, is it fair that you are the one who conquered the world for Taizu, who are the nobles who are so rich and well-off, but you live like this?"

“Unfair!”

"Then I want to ask you, as the descendant of Taizu, the emperor should treat you heroes well, but he ignored your hunger and coldness and let these nobles bully you. Is this right?"

"wrong!"

"Since it is unfair and not right, why don't you ask for justice or right or wrong? Your ancestors are just working for Taizu like them. What is the difference between their ancestors and your ancestors? They are just generals and soldiers. On the battlefield, they lead soldiers and fight for soldiers. What is the difference? Why are they now in the sky and in the middle?

This is not right.

This is unfair!

Then will I take you to seek justice and be considered a traitor?"

Yang Feng shouted.

"Not count!"

The military households present shouted almost in unison.

"Yes, it doesn't count!"

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

He had to rebuild his faith or unite people's hearts. Before, he was just luring him with profit. No matter how he could incite him, he could not change the fact that twenty taels of silver.

These soldiers and civilians did listen to him, but that was why he could bring them to get the money.

And he keeps his promise.

However, this method cannot last long. He cannot carry a legion for silver. This time it is more than 10 million taels. How much will he use next time? What if others offer higher prices than him? What if others believe it? After all, an army that is purely motivated by silver is not good! More importantly, one must have faith!

The army supported by faith is the truly strongest.

"We are not traitors. We just want to seek justice for us. We are also the heroes who have followed Taizu to conquer the world. Why should we serve them?"

Yang Feng pointed at Chen Liangbi and shouted.

"Brothers, have you misunderstood. Xiaohou has never bullied the military household?"

Chen Liangbi quickly said with a smile.

"Pooh!"

The unruly man next to him spitted on his face with an old phlegm.

"You still have the face to say this? Last month, did your family force their brothers to do hard work for your family?"

He shouted.

"Yes, and, last time I sent a flood, did you force your brothers to block water from your house, causing our own home to be flooded?"

Another person standing up next to him questioned.

"I am guilty, I am guilty, I apologize to my brothers!"

Chen Liangbi stood there and didn't dare to wipe it. He lowered his head and said with tears in his eyes.

"Marty Taining, don't mind. Even if your brothers speak freely today, they will not punish you for this. After all, Your Majesty has issued an order and has exposed everything before. But if this happens again in the future, then the Taizu's Great Edict clearly stipulates that private soldiers will be beheaded."

Yang Feng said.

Then he patted the table, and the trumpet next to him quickly blew the trumpet, and the crowd immediately calmed down.

"Let's go ahead, tell me, what is your household registration?"

Yang Feng pointed to another person who was obviously watching the fun.

"Little craftsman."

The latter quickly stood up and said.

"That's the ancestors?"

"Yes, my little ancestor is here with Wu Dewei."

The man said.

A guard in the Ming Dynasty was a complete military system. Not only were there war soldiers, craftsmen who followed the army, and the relatives of soldiers who worked as logistics. Wherever they fought, they were just a group. They were in this way to conquer thousands of miles of land. Not only did they squeeze the nomadic cavalry to the bitter and cold plateau in the north of the desert, but they also kept those messy and honest in the southwest, but they also squeezed the aristocratic families in Jiangnan in front of Zhu Yuanzhang like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

But if someone can't fight, it can be corrupted.

In the end, it took more than two hundred years to destroy this system bit by bit.

"That's like military households, they fought in front of war, and they were not relying on the ordnances made by your ancestors. Without the ordnances made by your ancestors, how could they have this Ming Dynasty?"

Yang Feng said.

"The Grand Marshal is right, but our craftsmanship is the hardest!"

The man said, wiping his tears.

This is the truth. They are different from military households. At least they still have a piece of land. Although the harvested grain is mostly squeezed by the generals, at least some of them can be left. The craftsmen rely entirely on the Ministry of Works to provide them with them. The cost of making a weapon is ten taels. More than three taels is the silver for the industrial and industrial silver, but this silver must be given to the Ministry of Works. It is hard to say that there are still a few left that can be found in their hands after exploitation. Moreover, this silver is difficult to fluctuate with the fluctuation of grain prices.

They have no bargaining power.

So as soon as the grain prices rise slightly, they have to eat braised vegetables.

It must also be done.

And it must continue to work.

"Then why can't we seek justice?"

Yang Feng said.

"Master, the young man understands it. It's not that we want to be traitors, but that Long Live and these nobles are sorry for us. Of course, we have to ask them for justice. We are not robbing their money, but that the money is what they owe us, and we deserve it."
Chapter completed!