After the villains heard my voice, they all lost their composure.

"The Zhang family has a problem."

On this day, the three Yong brothers came to the palace again, met Yan Muan, and told them all about their recent methods against the Zhang family envoy, "The effect was minimal."

The three brothers who claim to be able to control half of Yongcheng have spent so long with no results. Yan Muan has already guessed that the Zhang family will be difficult to deal with, "Tell me in detail."

Mr. Yong Sanye said: "First it's the grain tax. Before, we only knew that they hid the land. After a careful investigation recently, we found out that only half of the part that should have been paid was paid, and the remaining half was paid in vain. This happens every year. .”

"The previous magistrate once called for payment. That time, the Zhang family went to Chengwen Temple and cried, and the matter was settled."

"Chengwen Temple?"

The Fifth Master Yong nodded, "Chengwen Temple has been visited in Yongcheng for New Year's greetings. It contains the spiritual tablets of respected scholars. Those highly respected scholars are proud that their deceased souls can enter Chengwen Temple. They have a pivotal position in Yongcheng."

Yan Muan understood, this was equivalent to entering the Ancestral Temple.

"What do you mean by crying in there?"

Mr. Yong Sanye sighed, "This is called the Crying Temple. Go inside and cry out about the injustice of the world. This is most likely to arouse the emotions of scholars, and the people will also make trouble. Although Yongcheng is rich, there are also natural disasters. At this time, the Zhang family would always take out the old grains in their warehouse to save the people, and in the minds of many people, Zhang Yuanwai has the reputation of being a good person."

"The Zhang family is not just one family. There are many of them, and they are very close to each other on weekdays."

The three brothers were a little frustrated. Before this, they had always thought that the Yong family was the master of Yong City. After all, they were respected wherever they went. They could get whatever they wanted with just one look. Now that they thought about it, it was just what they wanted. If it's too little, people won't feel bad if you give it to them, and it can win over them.

Now that the prince is here, they tend to stand on the opposite side of these people, so each family will not buy their account and be wary of them.

Taking charge of Yongcheng seems to be a joke now.

"So, Zhang Yuanwai, who controls the temple and knows how to cry about it, can use this to blackmail the court?"

Yan Mu'an smiled. The prince said that it was serious for the gentry class to join the group. How serious is it?

It can prevent the emperor's decrees from leaving the capital!

She thought that this was the case in Beijing, but she didn't expect that Yongcheng would be no less generous.

"In this way, you only need to keep an eye on the Zhang family. You don't have to do anything for the time being. Next, you will fully support me in recruiting all the people the palace wants."

"The recruitment notice for the palace has been posted for a long time, but the effect is not satisfactory. This Yongcheng is interesting."

Yan Mu'an asked them what they thought of the two colleges in the city, but the three of them all looked at each other. They never liked learning and had never been involved in this field. They only knew that the two college principals were from gentry and had a wealthy family.

The fifth master Yong rolled his eyes and said, "Princess, there are some sons in our Yong family who have studied."

"Have you signed up yet?"

The three of them were a little embarrassed, "I just studied, but I didn't study well. I'm afraid I won't be able to pass the serious exam."

Do you want to go through the back door?
"I'll have someone give you a form in a while. You can take it back and fill it out according to the actual situation, and then take the form back."

"Can anyone fill it out?"

"Yes, everything is fine." She currently has very few people in hand, and the gap is large. Of course, the more the better, and if there is not enough, it will be useful.

"In addition, people who are familiar with you also asked, as long as you have a certain skill, you can have nothing, just drink, and you can have a lot of friends."

The three of them felt that their opportunity had come again, so they left the palace soon and went around looking for people for Yan Mu'an.

At this moment, Magistrate Yang and Zhang Yuanwai were having tea in the backyard of the government office. Zhang Yuanwai put down the tea cup and talked about the three Yong brothers, "Sir, the appetites of those three people are getting bigger and bigger. The prince is here, and they have Without the people who support me, I am miserable here."

Magistrate Yang was even more miserable because he knew very well the purpose of Zhang Yuanwai's visit today. The autumn harvest was coming and it was time to collect the autumn taxes.

"Are you asking for money?"

"It's okay if you ask for money." Zhang Yuanwai snorted coldly, "If you just ask for food, it's a lot. You know, I don't even save food. I sell it as soon as I get it. Where can I save food?"

Magistrate Yang smiled and said: "This year is a good year, and the autumn harvest is around the corner. Just give them some by then. Just think of it as buying peace. It's just them. Who can afford to offend?"

He can't even protect himself now.

Zhang Yuanwai's heart is bleeding. Why should he pay so much grain tax to the imperial court for the wasteland he reclaimed and the grain he grew?
Is it easy for him to farm?
Seeing that he couldn't find a better solution from Magistrate Yang, he had no choice but to go back.

There was a thunderstorm in Yongcheng that day, and the sky after the rain became even more muggy. At night, the light of rice appeared frequently in the sky. Yan Mu'an had seen a description of this situation in the information compiled by the silly elder sister. This is when the rice is about to ripen. sign.

The weather cleared up the next day and the streets were drier than expected. Lin Xun and others went out again.

Half an hour later, in front of a house, a well-dressed man bowed his hand to Lin Xun, "It's not that I mean to shirk. I'm really of low ability. I'm afraid it will delay the prince's important event. Please come back."

His words were sincere and his attitude was kind, but he didn't get the results Lin Xun wanted.

This was the fifth person Lin Xun came to see, and the fifth person who rejected him. This made Lin Xun puzzled. What an honor it was to serve the prince, and why these people kept rejecting him.

After returning to the palace, I exchanged news with my colleagues and saw that everyone was in similar situations. A few of them frowned. No matter how stupid they were, they could tell that these scholars from Yongcheng were deliberately targeting them.

"What to do now?"

This situation greatly exceeded their expectations, and they were a little panicked.

Yan Mu'an came over and after hearing the situation, he said: "Let's put it aside in advance. There is a big thing to do next. As long as it is done well, there is no need to worry about no one coming to sign up."

These people banded together and wanted to fight against the palace, could she still accept it?

That afternoon, the three brothers of the Yong family came with more than twenty children of the Yong family. Looking at the old boys and young boys in front of them, Yan Muan felt her eyes hurt. She finally understood why the emperor did not let this branch of the Yong family When I went to the capital, I really looked at the past, but I couldn't pick out a handsome guy. A boy with a square face like a terracotta warrior could be considered a very upright person.

The genes are so powerful that so many women from the maternal family’s past can’t defeat them?
"Princess, look at it, these are all men from our Yong family. They all want to serve the court and the princess. Although they are not top-notch, they each have their own abilities."

Mr. Yong San is still very proud. Their team can be considered prosperous. What good men these are.

Behind Yan Mu'an, Lin Xun and others exchanged glances silently. They probably couldn't believe that the prince's relatives would look like this.