General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 95 You Are My Father!

Shuntian government office was dead silent.

A smile appeared on Yan Song's face, and then he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Okay, good you Yan Shifan! You guys are really beautiful at this job!"

At this time, Yan Shifan had no idea.

"Father, don't do this."

Yan Song's expression suddenly changed.

"Don't call me daddy! You will be my daddy from now on! You guys are my real daddies!"

"Under the Son of Heaven, he, Qiu Luan, dared to let the frontier soldiers pretend to be Tartars to rob the capital, what else could Qiu Luan not dare to do?!"

Yan Song didn't finish his sentence.

In the corner of Shuntian Mansion Yamen, a middle-aged man in armor knelt down in front of Yan Song with a "plop".

"Old Yan Ge, this is the end of the matter, you have to save Xiaohou!"

Yan Song took a closer look, but it was Qiu Luan who had just rushed back to the capital. Seeing Qiu Luan kneeling down, Yan Song knelt down in front of Qiu Luan without any hesitation.

"Marquis Xianning, I beg you, please let me go!"

Qiu Luan cried with snot and tears.

"Mr. Yan Ge, Jinyang hasn't paid full salary for two years. Xiaohou just arrived yesterday. There is no way to do it. To let the soldiers work hard, they must be fed!"

"But don't worry, I made them braid their hair. If no one notices, they will pretend to be tartars. Those who are recognized will be said to be soldiers from Liaoyang. The general soldier of Liaoyang is Ding Rukui's son-in-law. The military department should..."

Yan Song got up from the ground impatiently, pointed at Yan Shifan and Qiu Luan in front of him exhaustedly, and said angrily:
"You guys are causing trouble yourself, so what are you doing looking for this old man! The yamen of the Ministry of War is just outside the Chengtian Gate, if you want to find Ding Rukui, you go! Don't you know him, and you need to be recommended by this old man?!"

Until this time, Qiu Luan couldn't help but whispered:
"Mr. Yan Ge, Xiaohou originally sent them to a nearby village... Who would have thought that this group of Qiu Ba would go to Huangjia Village, which is the garden of Eunuch Huang, the supervisor of rituals, in the suburbs of Beijing."

"This matter, Mr. Yan Ge, you have to take care of it!"

Yan Song's old face immediately pulled down.

"Did you only plunder Eunuch Huang's garden?"

Seeing Qiu Luan's faltering, Yan Song immediately understood the general idea.

"The Teng family, the Zhang family, and the Mai family should all have plundered too..."

"Are you in a daze? Rushing to the eunuch's house to rob?!"

Qiu Luan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mr. Yan Ge, I don't want to either, there is no other house outside the city..."

Those who have property in Beijing are nothing more than eunuchs and relatives, and most of the properties of scholar-bureaucrats are not in Beijing.

Most of the industries of the honored relatives are in the city, and even some industries outside the city are close to the military camp.

No one else can grab this!
Yan Song stood aside with a dignified expression.

Huang Jin was able to talk, but this group of people provoked Zhang Zuo again. When the Tartars retreated, Dongchang must turn the entire capital upside down? !
After pondering for a moment, Yan Song seemed to think of something.

"Qiu Luan, tell me the truth, how many cattle, sheep, food and fodder have you looted in the suburbs of Beijing these past few days?"

Qiu Luan was startled when he heard this.

"Only more than 3000 stone grains, and about [-] cattle and sheep?"

Yan Song couldn't help scolding immediately: "Nonsense! More than [-] sacrificial animals from the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple were looted yesterday, and the damage just reported in the suburbs today was [-] stones of grain and fodder alone! "

Qiu Luan straightened his eyes when he heard this, and stood up directly from the ground.

"Mr. Yan Ge, isn't this nonsense?! The imperial court only gave each person two pancakes for three days, and there are [-] stones of grain and fodder. How much do we have to grab? It will be enough to eat until next year!"

"The Ministry of Rites and the Honglu Temple are all big animals. We only have so few people in total. We can't drive five cows by ourselves. Is it a man driving a cow or a cow driving a man!"

Seeing Qiu Luan's expression, Yan Song came back to his senses.

Before, Yan Song had been doubting, just how did Tao Shixian get such a great energy to let me answer it.

Now Yan Song understands.

This is not the work of Tao Shixian alone, but the result of the concerted efforts of all the prefectures in Jifu.

It is already in sight that the imperial court wants to reform the law.

The powerful families in the southeast fought the emperor with swords, and the officials in Jifu fished in troubled waters and took the opportunity to clean up the account thoroughly.

Anyway, Tao Shixian was responsible for the worst result. Even if the court really changed the law after that, the prefectures in Jifu would place Shidaming, the two capitals, and the 13 provinces with the cleanest buttocks.

Shit, it's all on my head.

Yan Song was silent for a long time, and then slowly opened his mouth.

"No matter how much food and fodder you soldiers have looted, this group of people will never return to Daming within ten years, let them vote for me."

Qiu Luan looked at Yan Song in confusion.

"But Mr. Yan Ge, Ningke can't ignore it in the end! It's fine if he can win, but if these soldiers are defeated."

Yan Song snorted coldly when he heard the words: "Don't worry, there are people who are more anxious than you and me, Ning Ke will not be able to chase them very far."

Yan Song, who regained his sanity, waved his hand feebly, signaling Qiu Luan and Yan Shifan to leave.

Yan Song at this moment is very much like the old King Yan who was forced to burn the book of life and death by Sun Houzi... Bah, King Yan.

There is a record in the Ming Dynasty: During the Gengxu revolution, 200 million people and animals were looted by newspapers in Zhuzhou and counties.

It’s just that the old foxes above the temple would never have imagined that except for the Gengxu Incident, Huang Taiji’s five Southern Expeditions and the Tumubao Incident would have plundered a total of no more than 180 million people and animals.

As a result, the number of the Gengxu Revolution is slightly sluggish.

But this time Ida entered the bandits, the actual number of people and animals plundered by Ida should be far less than that of Bianwala in Tumubao, that is, it should be far less than 20 people.

Yan Song raised his head and looked at the palace ban with a heavy expression, and a smile that was uglier than crying was squeezed out on his face.

"Your Majesty, if this law of Daming continues to change, I'm afraid it will take turns to ask me to join the bandits along the border state capitals."

Yan Song knew, whether it was really what he thought or not.

If this example is opened, it means that this road has already been opened.

If there are any changes in the temples, the state capitals of the world will all follow suit.

It should be noted that in this world, the word that is the best to say but the most difficult to do is "don't make an example."

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Looking at the black smoke rising from the distant village.

Ning Jue's heart almost jumped into his throat.

This is a battlefield!

There will be no surprises this time, right? !
It's a pity that Ning Jue's riding skills are not good, and he can barely keep up with the galloping team.

When Ning Jue rushed to the outside of the village, a whistle rang through the sky, and all the frontier soldiers unanimously began to bow their bows and take arrows.

It's just that something beyond Ning Jue's expectation happened soon.

The "Tartars" who had been looting in the village, jumped up without waiting for the Ming army to release arrows.

The smile on Ning Jue's face froze almost instantly.

"No, just run away?!"

Just when Ning Jue was about to lead the Ming army to continue chasing the enemy, the sound of drums on the tower in the distance suddenly turned into the sound of gongs.

"Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!"

The command flag at the top of the city is also changing rapidly.

It's not just Ning Jue, even Zhu Ji is taken aback.

"Ning Bingxian, what's going on? Why didn't you chase after him?"

"Are you asking me?" Ning Jue glanced at Zhu Ji blankly, "Who am I going to ask?"

Only the entourage behind Zhu Ji said in a low voice: "General, there may be changes in the city."

Zhu Ji glanced at Ning Jue, no longer hesitated, and everyone immediately turned back to the city, but when they saw the safe and sound capital, almost everyone felt an unknown fire in their hearts.

"Why did Yang Fuxian ask for money!"

Zhu Ji yelled at the top of the city, but it was not Yang Shouqian who poked his head out of the city tower, but Wang Yongbin who was ordered to recruit young people.

(End of this chapter)