Yangzhou.

Chongya Academy.

"Is this academy closed yet?"

Yang Xiangguo, who had a beard on his face, looked at the plaque above his head with interest.

This was two hours after Jiu Qiansui arrested the old minister in Zhenjiang.

The dead eunuch arrested more than 20 townsmen from Yangzhou and Zhenjiang and other places as soon as he got off the ship, and then took them to Yingtian directly. However, he also said that someone reported that they were involved in the plot to rebel and rebellion, so he arrested and taken to Yingtian for interrogation. If it was found out that it was a false accusation, they would still be cleared...

Ask for money.

Everyone understands it.

Especially the families of these rural officials.

Therefore, this move did not cause much panic. In the eyes of the families of these rural officials, this was purely the routine operation of these eunuchs.

Yang Feng’s castrated dog is also a castrated dog!

Therefore, the families of these rural officials are now busy studying countermeasures.

Or they were studying how much money they spent to settle this dead eagle dog. They didn't think much about it. After all, Yangzhou had surrendered for many years. The local gentry had basically not been affected much except for the land being divided, and they also continued to live a life of luxury and wealth through industry and commerce. Although it was incomparable to the past, compared with those ordinary people, they were still considered superiors. In other words, Yang Feng did not take the imperial examination, which made these old gentry lose their political power.

but……

They have another way!

These guys have other abilities, but this method of dyeing vats is definitely first-class.

"What's the limit? It's very prosperous!"

An old man selling cigarettes next to him said in obvious dissatisfaction.

In the box in front of him, there were hand-rolled cigarettes similar to cigars in bamboo tubes. Tobacco had begun to flood in the late Ming Dynasty, so that Chongzhen issued a ban on smoking.

Although it's useless.

In recent years, with the economic prosperity of Nanzhili, people's consumption capacity has increased, and tobacco has spread rapidly.

Yang Feng didn't care.

After all, many mountain militias planted this.

Including this kind of cigarette roll, Yangzhou is currently produced by militias in the mountainous areas of southern Anhui, but trafficking requires heavy taxes. This tax is becoming an important source of Yingtian's fiscal revenue. In addition, planting is strictly prohibited in plain areas, and distribution is such hawkers. You can see this kind of roaming and selling on the streets in various cities. A few can be sold and sold in barrels.

A bucket made of bamboo and then sealed with wax can ensure dryness for a long time.

Yang Feng then bought a bucket from him.

"There are still students here, aren't they all going to new school?"

He asked.

"The students said they didn't have it. After all, they could not get the Jinshi exam after studying the Four Books and Five Classics. But they did have it, but they were not children. Those who were in the past, the rich businessmen, and even some officials gathered here, raising singers bought from overseas, eating rare birds and beasts from abroad, and lit ambergris to listen to the great scholars' lectures."

The cigarette seller said.

"Great Confucianism?"

"Yes, even a great scholar is not one, there are people with accents everywhere."

"Are you sure you are a great scholar?"

“Of course, I grew up around here.

This Chongya Academy was called Ganquan Academy in the past. It was built by Zhan Ruoshui, the minister of Emperor Shizong. It was later seized by the court. It was reopened in the 22nd year of Wanli and renamed it Chongya Academy. Those who came to teach were all great scholars from all over the world. I have seen many of these people, even if they don’t wear blue shirts, I can smell them when I smell them. I have seen a few of them in the past, including two from Zhejiang, one from Jiangxi, and one from Huguang. At that time, they had already come here openly before the two places were liberated.

Those officials respect them very much!

In the past, they followed Yang Xiangguo to kill these Confucian scholars and killed dogs. Now they have firmly settled down in the world but have begun to offer these Confucian scholars."

The cigarette seller said.

"What do they learn? Are officials also learning the Four Books and Five Classics? It's useless if they learn it."

Yang Feng said.

"You don't understand this. Listening is fake. Sitting together to discuss business is real. Behind these great scholars are the wealthy businessmen in various places. Yangzhou is another place for business gatherings. They gather together to do business by teaching. Those officials naturally like money. The great scholars speak nicely, and there are no good things elsewhere. They come and put together as a guise.

Yang Xiangguo is a good person, thinking about creating a good world for the poor.

But those who follow him still have to be rich after all. Now that the land is divided, there is no allowance for buying and selling. The prime minister has strict rules and can no longer be a landlord, so he can only make money.

But corruption and abuse of power are also dangerous. After all, the prime minister’s laws are there, so these people still dare not.

But if you get together with these wealthy businessmen, they can get rich and divide the members. These wealthy businessmen also have to rely on these people to protect them, but there is still a tooth in the middle. These great scholars are the tooth. This academy is called academy, but in fact it is the pleasure boat of the past. The wealthy businessmen are still those Fusang, and the great scholars are the top names in the past. They just replace the civil officials of the court in the past with the officials of the Red Turban Army. Just because they are now like this, it is estimated that in a few years, it will be no different from the officials of the court in the past.

In the end, it's exactly the same!

A gentry is still a gentry, a wealthy businessman is still a wealthy businessman, and an official master is still an official master."

The cigarette seller sighed and said.

"Isn't there still those young students, they shouldn't be like this?"

Yang Feng said.

"They do not look down on the great scholars, but they may not look down on silver!

Besides, a few of the young people are high-ranking officials and nobles. They have just graduated for a few years, and most of them are small officials below. After all, they are still the first people who followed the prime minister. When these young people become high-ranking officials and nobles, they may have been led by them long ago.

As long as you still like money, you can't escape this path.

Even Emperor Taizu Gao did not do it, and Yang Xiangguo seemed to be unable to do it. Fortunately, we ordinary people can still live a good life for some years.

Be content!"

The cigarette seller said.

After saying that, he left with great vicissitudes of life.

Yang Feng stood in front of the gate of Chongya Academy, looking at the plaque with complicated eyes. At this moment, the gate opened. A man wearing militia general's costume walked out from inside. He looked like the brigade commander of a militia brigade in Jiangdu County. Because of the large population, several militia brigades in Jiangdu County. This man who followed Yang Xiangguo to kill gentry back then turned around and bid farewell to two middle-aged men in blue shirts. Then he got on the horse during the latter's farewell, which looked obviously close.

The two of them stood in front of the door and watched him leave, and then turned around and went back...

"The two gentlemen, Yang Tong, the student of Renyi, are from Zhending Hengyang Academy. They are now living here and want to go to Guangdong to join their relatives. They don't want to run out of their bags here. I wonder if they can stay overnight?"

Yang Feng bowed in a gentle and kind manner and said.

"Who is honored?"

One of them said.

Yang Feng showed a hint of sadness...

"Two, the students should leave!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Slowly, come in and talk!"

Another blue shirt said.

Yang Feng quickly turned around and followed them in again, and then the blue shirt made people close the door.

"Who are you?"

He said.

Yang Feng quickly saluted with tears in his eyes...

"The student was ordered by Liang Mingquan to come to Guangzhou to face the saint and complain for him. There is a suicide note from Mingquan here. It is just a student who is a scholar. I am afraid it will be difficult to go to Guangdong alive."

He said.

While he was talking, he quickly took out a letter.

"My Queen Mingquan died?"

Qingshan said with a frown.

"The whole clan died."

Yang Feng said sadly.

They were talking about Liang Menglong, the leader of Zhending elders, and former governor of Ji Liao. Liang Menglong was angry and afraid after he crossed the Yellow River and then died directly. After his sons buried him, he took Zhending's group of elders and fellow villagers to flee to Shanxi, but was plundered by unruly people in the Taihang Mountains. Anyway, many of these people disappeared. Even if his children and grandchildren escaped, there would be no place to check it here.

As for this letter, it was forged by him, just imitating Liang Menglong's handwriting. He still has a lot of forged things on him.

"It really looks like the handwriting of Mingquan Gong."

A blue shirt said.

"Loyal ministers died, monsters were rampant, the sun and the moon were gone, and the sky and the earth were lost!"

Another said sadly.

"You go and rest. I will arrange to send you to Guangzhou. Although it is useless to go there, it is in the end. After all, we still have something to do. Let's talk to you in detail later."

He continued.

Yang Feng quickly took the so-called suicide note, but at this moment, there were suddenly noisy shouts outside...
To be continued...