General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 91 City God Temple

Cold sweat had already soaked Yan Song's robe, and as soon as he left Wuyi Hall, Yan Song, who was nearly seventy years old, strode out of Xi Nei with vigorous strides.

Seeing his father coming out, Yan Shifan came over with a few secret letters.

"Father, the soldiers and horses from all the towns are on the way. These general officers are really courageous. They drink so much blood every year. Why did my Ming Dynasty raise these corrupt officials!"

Yan Song ignored Yan Shifan at all.

"Let me tell you, now, go home and move the money."

"As much silver as our family has, we will take out as much silver as possible."

"Take it all to reward the common people for going to the city to help in the battle."

Yan Shifan was startled when he heard the words, and immediately became unhappy.

"Father, that's all the money of our Yan family, should we use our own money to serve the court?"

"Nie Zhan, I'm still thinking about your money! If no common people come to the city to help in the battle, the heads of you and my father and son will hang on the city gate to inspire the soldiers of the three armies!"

"What does this have to do with our Yan family?" Yan Shifan was shocked, and Yan Song's old face was still gloomy.

"Just tell me, do you want to take the money or not? If you don't take it, I'll hang myself outside the Anding Gate to see if I can save your life!"

After hearing this, Yan Shifan realized the seriousness of the matter, and without further ado, he gritted his teeth viciously and said, "Someone must be bewitching Sheng Ting, and I won't spare any of them until I tell you to retreat!"

"Go away!"

Yan Song got into the carriage, instead of going home, he turned around and went straight to Shuntian Mansion.

Opposite the Shuntian government office is the Chenghuang Temple of the Beijing Normal University. At this time, the Chenghuang Temple enshrined by the Beijing Normal University is not Yang Jisheng, but Wen Tianxiang, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty who died in Yanjing 200 years ago.

Since I Da entered the bandits, the incense has been burning outside the Temple of the City God, and many people who have nowhere to go gather around the Temple of the City God.

"My next official, Ma Kun, prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, pays homage to Elder Yan Ge."

"Shunqing, quickly, call out all the people in the government office."

Ma Kun yelled a few times towards the government office, and two groups of office servants ran out after him.

In a teahouse not far away.

Xu Jie and Tu Qiao looked at Yan Song who was sweating profusely not far from their feet, but they couldn't hide the smiles on their faces holding the teacup.

"Zisheng, what happened today was really beyond your and my expectations. In your opinion, His Majesty is so strict with him that he has the intention to kill him?"

Xu Jie held the teacup and shook his head.

"It's hard to say, it's not good to say, it depends on whether he can recruit soldiers."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Tu Qiao said suddenly:
"When he was so strict that he took every penny from the people, did he ever think about today?"

"Do you think of the common people now? It's difficult."

Xu Jie shook his head.

"You can't say that. There must be a brave man under a heavy reward. There is still no shortage of money in Mr. Yan's family."

"This time the Yan family won't show any blood, I'm afraid it will be a difficult pass."

Yan Song, who was standing outside the Shuntian Mansion, knew that everyone who was in Xiyuan just now would not know where to hide and wait to see the excitement of the Yan family.

Yan Song didn't care too much.

"The old man knows that all the neighbors have no place to live in the city, strong enemies are pressing down on the border, the capital's defenses are empty, and the capital camp has houses, food and drink. If there are strong men who are willing to serve the country and go to the city to help the war, the imperial court will not treat you badly!"

As soon as Yan Song finished speaking, he heard someone in the Town God's Temple "Bah!".

"My brother-in-law belongs to Jingying. The capital of Jingying hasn't been paid for many years. I don't know if your surname is Yan?"

"The Beijing camp is still like this, why do you have the nerve to say this?"

There is no need for Xu Jie to deliberately instigate this kind of thing.

But anyone who has lived in the capital for more than three generations does not know what the capital is like.

"Old Yange, did I hear you right? Can people still live in the house in Jingying?!"

"You are already old, so you are not afraid of tongue-pulling hell?"

"..."

Yan Song looked at the turbulent people in front of him, and his mood was extremely complicated.

"Neighbors, folks, even if the court is in trouble for a while, I, Yan Song, have been greatly favored by the country. Is it possible to pay you out of my own pocket?"

"Thousands of mistakes. After I answered and left, the lords are asking the old man for the crime, and it is better than letting the bandits break the city!"

Yan Song's words have almost zero credibility in the hearts of the common people.

"Did we hear correctly? Mr. Yan Ge pays for it himself?"

"Mr. Fen Yi will pay us the military salary? I'm afraid the Ministry of War would not dare to think so!"

It wasn't just whoever laughed first, soon everyone outside the Town God's Temple laughed together.

Yan Song, who was in the middle of the people's laughter, lowered his head and wished he could find a crack in the ground to get in.

"Shunqing, go and see if the money carriage from my family is here."

Yan Song is already going all out, even if he is going all out to ruin his family, tens of thousands of people will have to go to the city wall to help in the battle.

It's better to lose your family and property than to steal your family.

When Ma Kun heard the words, he was about to get up, but the moment he raised his head, Ma Kun froze in place.

"Shunqing, what are you doing in a daze?"

"Old Yange, look..."

Yan Song raised his head suspiciously, and there was already a long queue in front of the government office.

Standing in the team are all young people in their prime of life.

"Don't you want to recruit Ding Dengcheng to help in the battle? You have to send me something, right?"

"Arsenal's swords and guns are not good. It's better to go home and get a hoe to use Arsenal's swords and guns."

"Then don't think too much about it. It's not about your face. I heard that Ning Bingxian left the city early in the morning."

"..."

Yan Song watched the throats of the people in front of him twitch, and wanted to say something, but thousands of words came to his mouth, but he didn't have the nerve to say a single word.

"Shunqing, register your name and surname, and issue weapons."

"Old man, hey, old man... save it, save it, old man."

Yan Song looked at Ding Zhuang incoherently in front of him.

I had no choice but to quickly organize the government officials in Shuntian Mansion to register their names.

"Come on, people who are almost seventy, let these poor masters record it, you should take a rest and discipline your children and grandchildren."

After that, the strong man glanced at the distance, and saw Yan Shifan running in front of Yan Song, sweating profusely.

"Father, I'm coming..."

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound.

Yan Song slapped Yan Shifan on the face.

"Let everyone laugh."

At that time, even the old women and old men sitting outside the Town God's Temple couldn't help laughing.

Xu Jie and Tu Qiao in the teahouse in the distance watched the scene in front of them quietly.

What Yan Song could see was only the people who walked a hundred steps in front of the Town God's Temple.

In the eyes of Xu Jie and Tu Qiao, what they saw was a long dragon made up of common people, with no end to end.

"This is……"

Even Xu Jie couldn't help sighing.

"The people are naive."

This is the first time since Tumubao that foreign bandits have come to the capital.

It is also the first time that the empire has faced considerations since it dissipated its twilight.

Yan Song, Xu Jie, Tao Shixian, and even Jiajing didn't know how the people in the capital would react to defending the capital.

This long and strong dragon told the princes above the temple with actions.

The common people will scold Yan Song and even abandon the court.

But this has nothing to do with going to the city to assist in the battle.

Even in the 11th year of Chongzhen and the 15th year of Chongzhen's Huangtaiji Southern Expedition, a large number of people in the capital still went to the city to help in the battle, making the Qing army unable to enter after repeated attacks.

(End of this chapter)