Be the emperor from the postman

Chapter 488 Don’t Earn Money If You Have Money, Give It All to the Poor (Second Change)

Shopkeeper Lin, who was squatting on the ground, watched the hammer bandits shouting there, inciting Cao Jun, civilian husbands, and bag bearers to rebel.

They don't have the courage to rebel, but he has the courage to receive money and food, and it is very big!

Gao Yigong yelled passionately there, the officials made us hungry, especially the little bastards who followed these shopkeepers, dared to ride on our heads to shit and pee.

Today, we men will do justice for the sky and hack these bastards to death.

Gao Yi cut people first, and then loudly ordered all those who wanted to receive money and food to be hacked one by one.

The wages of avarice is death.

Several Cao soldiers glanced at each other, and immediately someone hacked the first gangster to death, and then happily went to collect money and food, each with a lot of broken silver.

As for food, it must be able to carry and pull, and you can take it as you like.

These people watched helplessly as the leader really took a lot of money and food, and they became more and more turbulent.

It's a pity that after the first person was hacked to death, the people behind him also hacked the first person. The gangsters around him were so scared that no one touched him.

Gao Yigong immediately raised his head to signal that the people behind him should be stabbed one by one, not to chop up the body of the first person, it would look like no one.

Shopkeeper Lin looked at this scene, and immediately couldn't believe it.

Is this a Hammer Bandit?
They don't earn money, and they give it all to the poor!
Is this like what the Ming rebels should do?
They should take money to recruit a large number of soldiers. With these money, food and various goods, they can expand their strength.

As long as they leave, will these people's money and food come back?
Shopkeeper Lin spread out on the ground. Although he was very scared, his mind was still thinking about messy things.

Regarding shopkeeper Lin's thoughts, He Jinzhao did not expect that the money would be taken by Cao Jun and the civilian husband before being confiscated by the Ming officials.

Their rebellion against Daming will probably increase a lot.

more angry.

There should be more rebels.

He Jinzhao didn't go forward in person, just to practice Gao Yigong, and it's not for nothing that he will go to Xikou to take charge of his own affairs in the future.

Gao Yingxiang stood aside, watching the money and food distribution scene, stroked his short beard and said: "It feels really good to give money to people."

"Indeed." He Jinzhao couldn't help but nodded, "Especially when sending other people's money."

"Hahaha."

Everyone burst out laughing. Stealing from the rich and helping the poor is really a "sense of accomplishment".

Maybe this is called the health of others!

He Jinzhao didn't care about these people, whether there were a few small ways to report the news, or secret ways to hide.

"Brother He, our move may expose the target."

Although Gao Yingxiang felt that this matter was done happily, he still hadn't touched the edge of Beijing's city wall.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning."

He Jinzhao pointed to the pier in the distance and said: "This is the throat of the South Canal. There is a rebellion here, and the imperial court will definitely mobilize heavy troops to suppress the rebellion. You can release food for two or three days first."

Gao Yingxiang suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Tune the tiger away from the mountain."

"That's right, we have few soldiers, so if we don't mobilize the Beijing camp, how can we move around?"

He Jinzhao glanced at shopkeeper Lin and said with a smile, "It's also thanks to you for giving me a chance to do something."

After these people received the money and food, the entire pier in Dazhigu was burnt clean for him.

Then scuttled several tank boats and sunk them here for him, cutting off his waterway for tank transportation for a few days.

If you are not active in receiving money and food, it is true that you have a brain problem.

The Zhigu Wharf is only a dozen miles away from Tianjinwei. It was built in the Xiaozhigu area, and it was built as Tianjin City, and Tianjin Zuowei and Rightwei were divided into Tianjin.

The governor of Tianjin at this time was Zheng Zongzhou, a native of Shanxi.

People who are as famous as Yang Lian and Zuo Guangdou are all Donglin Party members.

The first two were dead, and he was the only one left.

Zheng Zongzhou is studying in the study today, and there is nothing to worry about in Tianjin Wei.

As for the people who fled the famine in Tianjin in the past two years, almost all of them died, and the rest also found ways to survive.

As for the Zhigu Wharf, there was nothing he needed to deal with, and those merchants would take care of it.

Coupled with the current His Majesty's attack on the Donglin Party, Zheng Zongzhou will naturally be at ease, and his job as governor may end at any time.

After Zhou Yanru became the chief assistant of the cabinet, the suppression of the Donglin Party became more and more obvious.

The party struggles in the Ming Dynasty have always been contested all the time.

Zheng Zongzhou put down the scroll in his hand, and the servant told him to go to dinner. He chewed slowly and ate six dishes and one soup without saying a word, then wiped his mouth and began to rinse his mouth.

As a scholar-bureaucrat, he had to enjoy a nap after lunch.

An hour later, Zheng Zongzhou stretched his waist, went to the study, and began to sharpen the ink himself. Practicing calligraphy is also a kind of enjoyment.

As for business?

Do all the officials under his command live on dry food?
"My lord, my lord, something serious happened."

Shouting from far and near made Zheng Zongzhou frowned slightly. Practicing calligraphy needs quietness most, so that he can temper his mind.

Then achieve the wonderful effect of self-cultivation of the body. When one gets old, one has to maintain one's health and live a few more years before one can build bridges and pave the way for the children of the family behind.

There must be some kindness.

The servants kept the messenger outside.

"What happened?" Zheng Zongzhou, governor of Tianjin, continued to practice calligraphy.

"My lord." The messenger immediately knelt on the ground:
"The big thing is not good, there is a military rebellion at the Dazhigu Wharf, Liang Fu, the chief soldier of the Baoding Mansion, slashed and killed good people and looted shops.

Money and food were given to the coolies who carried the bags, and they all sang the chant that Mo Daoshi had one eye and danced the Yellow River. "

Zheng Zongzhou no longer looked calm, he put down the brush in his hand: "Say it again!"

"How many rebels are there?"

"The number is too numerous to count. Those who got money and food all joined the rebel army, and there are tens of thousands of horses!"

Zheng Zongzhou was startled immediately, tens of thousands of horses.

"What you said is true?"

"How dare the villain lie to the adults. The gang of rebels killed people when they came up. The whole street was full of corpses. If the villain was not smart and familiar with the terrain, he would have been killed as well."

Zheng Zongzhou took a deep breath, and he immediately ignored the idea of ​​nourishing his spirit, and ordered loudly that all the three guards and thousands of households should train their soldiers and horses, so as to prevent them from defending the city of Tianjin and avoid being attacked by the rebels.

As for going to the rescue?

Don't even think about it, even if everyone has such a small amount of friendship, Zheng Zongzhou will not call all the troops in Tianjin to put down the rebellion.

Going to the capital for help is the most important thing!
If these rebels are determined to break through Tianjin and loot, the consequences will be disastrous.

Zheng Zongzhou, governor of Tianjin, felt that he was old and would have to retire in a year or two, so there was no need to cause trouble.

In the future, he will go back to his hometown in Shanxi, so there is a Shanxi merchant as a lobbyist, who has given away many fields and rare treasures. He does not care about shopkeeper Lin and others.

Now they die and they die!

Zheng Zongzhou hurriedly wrote a letter for help and sent it to the capital as soon as possible.

Tianjin is only 150 miles away from Beijing, and it can be reached in a matter of minutes.

(End of this chapter)