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There is a bench under the city gate of Yanzhou. He Shan, who is wearing an official robe, looks very much like Zhong Kui. He sits on the bench, chewing broad beans and drinking tea at the same time.

A Custodian walked up to him and knelt down on one knee.

"My lord, it's noon!"

He Shan looked at the sky, put the broad beans in his hands into his arms, stood up and stretched, and then shouted loudly to the black imperial guards behind him:

"Brothers, work!"

The messengers on the tower beat the drums and passed the news to the other three towers. The imperial guards stationed under each tower got the order and started to act collectively.

Tens of thousands of forbidden troops marched slowly from the four directions of Yanzhou City. They dispersed into small teams and went door to door for verification.

All merchants who refused to lower their prices, shopkeepers and Xiao Er, were all arrested.

Those merchants who acted on the wind and changed their prices after noon were arrested as soon as they were discovered.

There are also some cunning merchants who chose to close their doors and close their doors when the notice was posted.

They thought they could sit back and relax, but they didn't know that the imperial guards directly killed them at home, including their family members, no one would escape.

In Zhouji Rice Village in the center of the city, more than a dozen strong thugs are still driving away the poor who can’t afford rice. The fat shopkeeper of the rice village is still sitting in the back room, drinking tea and teasing crickets. Everything is as usual. Same, nothing changes.

They had already seen the notice in the morning, and they had also received the leaflet of price reduction, but this did not cause them to pay enough attention.

The fat shopkeeper did not report the matter to the head of the family. In his opinion, this was another Yanzhou official who was deliberately acting with the emperor.

Since he took over the shopkeeper, there was always a lot of thunder and little rain. Anyway, even Yang Yushi of Guan Neidao had nothing to do with them, so he didn't bother to change it.

Besides, Mrs. Zhou's elder brother is Liu Cheng, the governor of Yanzhou. With the military power in Yizhou, even Yang Yushi has to respect him, so there is nothing to worry about.

"Shopkeeper, it's not good!" Zhou Ji's waiter rushed into the shop sweating profusely.

"What are you panicking about!"

The fat shopkeeper yelled, and asked unhurriedly: "What happened outside, please tell me slowly."

"The shopkeeper, there are officers and soldiers... There are officers and soldiers who are arresting shopkeepers who don't lower their prices, and they will soon find us here!"

The fat shopkeeper narrowed his eyes, and said with a disdainful smile: "I think it's a big deal, and it's not the same as usual, you have to let it out no matter how you catch it!"

"It's not the shopkeeper. This time, it's not our Yamen servants and guards in Yanzhou City who took people, but the officials who distributed the flyers in the morning!"

The fat shopkeeper chuckled and took a sip of his tea, still showing no signs of fear, instead he triumphantly explained to Xiaoer:

"Things that I don't know, they are the imperial guards around the emperor! There is nothing to be afraid of, it must be for the troublesome people to see. If there is anything wrong, the madam has already notified us!"

"But I heard that the princess seems to be personally supervising this time..."

Before the waiter could finish speaking, the fat shopkeeper interrupted him impatiently: "It doesn't matter if the emperor is here, so what can a mere princess do!"

The fat shopkeeper waved his hand and sent the waiter away. Looking back, he felt that he should not be too arrogant. After all, he was careful to sail for thousands of years, so there was no need to be the first bird at this juncture. Trouble.

The fat shopkeeper thought of this, and called Xiaoer again: "You change the price now, since they are going to make a show, we have to cooperate, haha!"

While speaking, a small group of forbidden troops had already arrived outside Mizhuang.

The little commander of the imperial army didn't say any nonsense, and he was about to enter the rice village with his men to check the price tag.

A few thugs from the Zhou family threw their sticks horizontally and blocked them.

It's not that they are bold, but that they have shallow knowledge and are used to domineering. They usually don't even pay attention to government servants, let alone soldiers. They are soldiers.

"Are you trying to disobey orders?" The little commander of the forbidden army roared, and several forbidden soldiers behind him pulled out their sabers in unison.

Mizhuang's thugs unconsciously took a few steps back.

The fat shopkeeper who heard the wind came out, holding a teapot, leaning against the door frame, and argued with a bright smile:

"Master Jun misunderstood! The little one is asking the waiter in the store to change the price tag. Please wait a moment, Mr. Jun, and I will change it right away!"

"Hehe! It's late!"

The little commander drew out his saber with a "swish", and chopped down the head of the Zhou family's thug. Several other forbidden soldiers rushed forward, and cut down a large area in just a few seconds.

The thugs of Mizhuang were no match for the imperial army. The thugs who escaped by chance dropped their clubs and ran around crying.

He had never seen this group of unreasonable and direct-to-hand soldiers, the fat on their round faces twitched, their eyes trembling with fear and fear.

"You...you...you guys, you have so much courage..."

A forbidden soldier shook off the blood on the knife, walked towards the fat shopkeeper step by step, and was about to chop off with the knife.

The fat shopkeeper screamed in fright, but found that the knife did not fall. It turned out that the little commander's hand pressed on the arm of the imperial army and saved his life.

Before the fat shopkeeper recovered, the little commander squatted down, slapped the fat shopkeeper's face with his palm, and said to the subordinates behind him with a smile:

"You can't kill it here, the adults have orders, take it back and kill it!"

"You...you...do you know who my master is?" The fat shopkeeper tried to report himself.

The little commander stood up and picked out his ear, a lump of earwax was pulled out, and with a force of his finger, it bounced on the fat shopkeeper's face.

"It does not matter!"

The little commander left a sentence, turned around and went to the next one. The poor fat shopkeeper was thrown into the prison car by the two imperial guards like a dead dog.

The waiter hiding in the attic witnessed the process of the imperial guards taking people through the gap in the window. When he recovered from his fear, he realized that his crotch was completely soaked.

A scene similar to Zhou's Mizhuang was repeated on the streets of Yanzhou City.

Prison vans full of profiteers continued to send people to the execution ground outside the city. Cries, begging for mercy, and screams resounded through the streets and alleys.

The city of Fuzhou, which had been silent for a long time, finally became boiling all of a sudden.

Ordinary people in the city flocked to the streets to watch the excitement. When the imperial army passed by, they were no longer afraid, but spontaneously knelt on the ground, shouting "Princess, thousand years old!"

At noon, countless people happily ran to the execution ground outside the city. They prepared dry food and brought tea, and seized the best position at the first time.

Not for anything else, just to watch the murder!
It's not their fault for being so excited, but for these years when profiteers have been rampant, they have fallen into endless numbness and despair.

But suddenly one day, when they saw a ray of light, a ray of light that could get out of the darkness and regain their lives.Their suppressed grievances and hatred, like a flood, need to be poured out and released.

And seeing the villain put to death with his own eyes is the best way to vent.

News of the punishment of profiteers spread from ten to hundreds, not only the people in the city, but also the refugees from outside the city came from all directions.

He Shan stood on the high platform, looking at the dark crowd below, with a long-lost smile on his simple faces.

His eyes were flushed, and he waved his hand:
"Beat the drum for me, beat the drum hard, so that more folks can see it!"