"Everyone, the Ming Dynasty is saved!"

Yang Feng held up the manifesto to complete the signature and stood in front of the Confucian Temple with an excited expression.

The crowded scholars and local rich people in front of the door immediately burst into boiling cheers, and it was obvious that they had been waiting for this thing for a long time.

Behind Yang Feng were the listless elders...

"See Mr. Feng, please!"

Then Yang Feng turned around and said respectfully.

At the same time, he gave Zhang Zhifa a wink, who silently supported Wang Zhiyuan. Wang Zhiyuan was forced to move forward without tears. Then Zhang Zhifa took Yang Feng's hand for him. Wang Zhiyuan held it tremblingly, and opened his eyes in front of him, as if reading his own death sentence, and recited the content drafted by Zhang Zhifa to this manifesto.

"Yang Feng was a general who died suddenly during the Tang Dynasty. He cultivated himself into spirits in Lulongling. In October of the 23rd year of Wanli, Shenzong, he incited to prevent Hainan soldiers from causing chaos in Shimenzhai, Jizhen..."

Wang Zhiyuan slowly pondered.

He was indeed a little stuck at first, but he soon got into the state.

After all, he actually hated Yang Feng quite a lot. Although he was unwilling to raise an army because of his interests, he was still excited and excited as Zhang Zhifa’s manifesto.

So in this manifesto, Yang Feng became a general who died in the Tang Dynasty, but because of his sudden death, his soul did not dissipate. He eventually turned into a thousand-year-old zombie, re-cultivated to become a spirit in Lulongling, and then ran out to incite soldiers to cause chaos in Shimen Village. He has been in trouble until now. The purpose is to turn the Ming Dynasty into a chaotic world with a sea of ​​blood. Then he can absorb the dead souls. The more people die, the stronger his magic power will be, and in the end he will become a demon king.

Then turn the Ming Dynasty into a ghost.

And they also have to keep eating boys, girls and so on.

In short, this manifesto drafted by Zhang Zhi under Yang Feng’s personal reminder is like the sensational legends currently circulating among the people, almost catching up with Feng Menglong’s novels.

Even Wanli became a puppet he refined, and even the Imperial Concubine became his toy.

As for the princess and anything else, it is not worth mentioning. Now, except for the Holy Mother Empress Dowager who is protected by the gods, the rest of the Ming Dynasty has been harmed by him.

Go up to eighty and survive.

As for the Empress Dowager, after all, he still has to take care of Hongguang's face and not let Yang Feng cuckold his dead father...

Actually, I've worn it too.

The concubines left by Longqing are not only Empress Dowager Li.

Then countless gentry in front of the Confucian Temple listened to this heavy-tasting manifesto with relish, and some people were satisfied with it and applauded below.

No, it should be the excitement of the crowd and the anger.

"Is this a bit over?"

Song Jideng asked Yang Feng carefully.

Although he also provided some references to this manifesto, it still makes people feel a little ashamed to read it by a respected elder. This is almost as messy as it is, like some of the most circulated novels in private.

"The manifesto is not for people like us. We scholars all know that Yang Ni's crimes are so evil, but these crimes are useless to the people. They don't know so much, but they prefer Yang Ni to share the land. But after all, we still wait to let them come to fight, and they must make them hate Yang Ni. If the people want to make Yang Ni also hate Yang Ni, they have to write content that makes them angry, and these are for them to hear.

Don't care about anything else, the more sensational the better.

What do ordinary people know?

Don’t they believe whatever we say?

It is best to let all counties summon the people to read in front of the county government, so that all the people in the world know that Yang Ni is not a human being, but a real demon, and is here to harm people."

Yang Feng said.

"Yes, Shoucheng's words make sense. For those people who don't know the words, they have to use these things, and they don't understand them even if they say great things!"

Zhang Kongjiao agreed.

Since this is the case, Song Jideng had nothing to say.

This manifesto, comparable to some heavy-taste novels, was read out in front of everyone by a respected elder.

"Big, brother, where is Yang Maocai?"

Suddenly, a charity soldier turned to Yang Hu in fear that he almost cried out.

"What's the matter panic?"

Yang Feng shouted.

"Yang Maocai, the second son of the Xing family, came to the city with his cavalry and was telling us that he was coming to the order of Shandong governor Wang Xiangkun to capture Yang Xin, a spy who incited the chaos. The new army did not stop them, and our brothers were blocking in front of Emon in Qingzhou."

The righteous man said.

"Hmph, can there be descendants of Xing Kuntian here?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Mr. Xing's eldest son died early, and his second son was a political assistant in Jinan. His third son followed Mr. Xing and his eldest grandson Xing Yuanji was the assistant commander of the Jinyiwei in the capital. However, the other two grandson Hengji, Changji, stayed at home and were all students in the palace. I just don't know if it is here."

Zhang Kongjiao said.

"If they are not here, they have already hidden themselves. They usually wear clothes and are angry at horses. They look like gentlemen. When they hear that they are trying to rebel, they hide faster than anyone else!"

Several students from Qingzhou Prefecture School opposite shouted.

"Haha, this is the loyalty of the Xing family? Dear classmates, it is obvious that there are treacherous ministers among us. The Xing family is a treacherous minister, and Xing Jie is a treacherous minister. Why did you dare not fight with the demon to protect the people of Shandong? I think it was clearly to protect the glory and wealth of the Xing family. Maybe he had already conspired with the demon and was ready to betray Shandong. Today, the true form was revealed. Xing Jie was sitting outside and watching the rebels attack Shandong, his son suppressed Zhongyi inside, and his grandson, as a student in the palace, did not dare to come out to see anyone.

Treacherous minister!

This Confucian traitor!"

Yang Feng yelled.

"Confucian traitor, Confucian traitor!"

"Search the house, search the house!"

...

The poor scholars yelled excitedly.

Collect the Xing family!

It's exciting to think about it.

Bah, of course, we are not for the Xing family's gold, silver and treasures, but for Xing Jie, who has disappointed everyone so much over the years.

Not only did he not lead Sangzi to raise an army to fight against rebellion, but he kept appeased. When Yang Feng was in trouble in the capital, he still appeased the army of the three provinces. When Yang Feng went south, he not only did not block but also followed him. When Yang Feng was in trouble in trouble in the south of the Yangtze River, he took the north to watch. Now that Yang Feng has fought to Shandong, he still dared not fight.

waste!

Now that everyone has decided to make a righteous act, his son is coming to suppress it?

Treacherous minister!

Confucian traitor!

This is his deserved sin.

"Yes, I searched the house and went to search the Xing family, so that this traitorous family would be punished by justice!"

Yang Feng roared.

The local gentry looked at each other, each with a hint of joy.

The Xing family fell, everyone was full!

Later, Song Jideng and others looked at each other...

Speaking of which, they still respect Xing Jie after all. Everyone has understood over the years that everything Xing Jie did is to protect the interests of Shandong.

Xing Jie’s choice is indeed wrong now, but it is exaggerated to say that his family is a traitor.

"Holy swan?"

Yang Feng looked at Zhang Zhifa with a smile.

Zhang Zhifa shivered.

"Go, go together!"

He quickly raised his arms and shouted.

"Yes, go together!"

"Search the house!"

...

Then all the scholars shouted.

Especially those from Qingzhou Prefecture School were all full of enthusiasm. It was obvious that they were dissatisfied with the two young masters of the Xing family. They stepped forward without hesitation, helped or raised Wang Zhiyuan and other elders, and then a green torrent rushed to the Xing family in the south of the city. The person who reported the news whispered a few words with Yang Hu, then left in a hurry. Soon Yang Feng and others arrived under the wall behind the Heng Palace...

"Please come out to King Heng, respect the king and seek traitor!"

Yang Feng yelled.

At this time, the title of King Heng had been abolished and the palace was still in jail.

Because the imperial power is declining now, even many industries in the Hengfan were taken advantage of by the gentry, but in general, they can still make a living, which is not as good as the past. Moreover, some restrictions on the royal family are actually useless. Many royal families in the Hengfan are making their own way of living.

All the vassals are similar.

Anyway, I have no salary, so what can I do if I don’t make a living without making a living?
To be continued...