The Old Summer Palace is indeed gone.

But Yang Feng got what he wanted.

The reason why he did this was certainly not pure generosity, it was a bait.

Just as the people around Beijing were dismantling this brilliant garden into a hair-removing peacock like carnival, more and more rebels outside Beijing flocked to make a fortune. Although there was nothing to do at this time, there was not only one Summer Palace in Beijing, but there were not only one Summer Palace. The mansions of all the bannermen, princes and nobles in the inner city of Beijing were filled with jewelry. Not to mention one and the Zhongtang Mansion, the wealth they owned is no less than that of the Summer Palace. The Immortal Lord has already said that all the property of the bannermen was rewarded to the rebels. So whoever grabs this thing is counted as well, let alone even if you can’t grab gold, silver and jewelry, it would be a considerable wealth to be able to catch a few bannermen!

The Immortal Lord said fifty taels.

Of course, these people did not know that the Guan was actually a paper currency, but it was still equivalent to one or two silver taels. At this time, the banknotes around Nanjing were already the main currency, and other areas controlled by the Holy Church also began to circulate. But this is not important. What is important is that the inner city of Beijing is conservatively estimated to have 300,000 to 400,000 bannermen. Even if one-third of them are men under the age of fifty, it is equivalent to five or six million. What's more, those women are also good things, and it is also very attractive to grab a princess and wash their feet home. It can be said that the entire inner city of Beijing is like a treasure house waiting for the rebels outside to take action.

Then why not hurry up?

At this time, the work in the field was finished. Everyone was basking in the sun at the wall, and when they came out to stay outside Beijing, they could make a fortune here, so why not do it? Women in all counties near Beijing simply broke their hoes and stuffed the hoe with iron tips into the man's hand...

Go, don't come back if you don't capture the capital for the Immortal Lord.

With the example of the Old Summer Palace, no one in the rebels doubted Yang Feng's promise.

This is the horse bone effect.

Then, under the most direct and effective gold, silver and jewelry, the rebels gathered outside Beijing like hungry wolves attracted by the flock of sheep. They first came from the counties around Beijing, then from the Zhuozhou area in Jizhou, then from the eastern part of Tianjin, and soon appeared in Baoding area. Even the bandits on the Taihang Mountain went down the mountain and gathered around Beijing under the banner of the Holy Church. In just one month, the total number of rebels from various routes even exceeded 300,000. They, together with the outer city and the people around Beijing, surrounded the inner city and more than 300,000 bannermen in the city. At this time, Yong Yan could not leave even if he wanted to leave.

These rebels did not attack the city.

Yang Feng did not ask them to attack the city. During this period, every rebel army arrived, and its leader would come to the palace to meet the Immortal Lord, but the Immortal Lord just encouraged them to grant official positions according to their circumstances, but never asked them to attack the inner city.

Of course they are not in a hurry.

These people all brought their own food and grass. They all bought local tyrants in various places, and they had more or less surplus food in their hands. Anyway, it would be enough to support them for a few months.

But there are not enough bannermen in the city!

There is not much surplus in the inner city. The whole grain supply in Beijing depends on the outside. There are only a few warehouses near Dongzhimen in the city. However, because the autumn harvest has just ended, most of the grain from all over the place has not been delivered. Most of these warehouses are empty, and some of the imperial city has been stored, but it has fallen into Yang Feng's hands. The outside world's grain supply is no longer a dead end, even if you go out to hunt, you will be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people. Therefore, the inner city of Beijing soon fell into a food crisis. Those hard-core crops with rich food have to taste the taste of not having enough food.

Then Yong Yan was stunned.

He is indeed a little brainy, but there is no concept of food shortage in his mind.

Not only him, but also his princes and ministers. For 150 years, when did the bannermen taste hungry? For 150 years, they have been under the support of the Han people and reached out to eat. Even if they don’t have enough food, they have to eat enough. The billions of people in the entire empire are serving them. They want food and serve them specifically. The 150 years of life without worry about food and clothing have already made them ignore the problem of food in their minds. However, now without the supply of the entire empire and the service of hundreds of millions of slaves, they suddenly find that they can’t even eat.

“This is a tragedy!’

Yang Feng sat on the wall of the imperial city, drinking tea while looking into the distance and said.

A building passed in front of him, a straight street and alley. At the end of the street and alley was a large building. At this time, countless bannermen, elderly, weak, women and children were queuing in line. From time to time, people returning were walking by with a small pocket on their backs. The body with not many goods in their stomachs was swaying, and they even had to hold the wall to walk around.

There is Fuxin Cang, one of the main granaries in Beijing.

Because of the lack of food, Yongyan had to implement a rationing system among the bannermen. They were collected according to the number of family population every day. It was obvious that they were almost at the end of their lives. These days, the slaves and maids of the bannermen continued to escape. Because the rebels controlled the walls of the imperial city, it was not difficult for them to escape. According to what they said, even the soldiers of the Eight Banners could only eat two meals a day, and the quota was only six taels per day, and the other women and the elderly were even fewer. The slaves had no food to eat at all, so they could only chew tree bark and dig grass roots. If they didn't run away, they would be eaten by their masters.

And I heard that this is already happening.

Those hungry masters even killed all the cats and dogs, and even started to take out rats. Of course, they would not care about the slaves.

By the way, slaves are not as good as cats and dogs in their eyes!

But even at the end of the road, Yong Yan did not choose to break through. He knew that he could not break through. Hundreds of thousands of rebels outside were waiting for them to go out. What's more, most of them were old, weak, women and children. Even if the army was tortured and fought until now, all the people who could fight were killed. The rest were nothing but waste. As long as these people left, they were basically hunted by rebels outside, not to mention that Yang Feng could not let them go.

"Immortal Lord, can't you summon a meteor and smash the warehouse for them?"

Shi Xianggu said.

After saying that, this guy was lying on Yang Feng's lap, raising his head to look at her with a pure look.

"You are so naughty!"

Yang Feng clicked her forehead and smiled.

After saying that, Lord Immortal raised his hand and made an undercut move. A meteor in the sky suddenly fell, and then fell in Fuxin Cang in an instant. The next moment, a terrifying flame exploded in the warehouse. The flying rain of fire was like a brilliant firework. Where the fire rain fell, the blazing flames rose into the sky.

At the same time, Shi Xianggu cooperated and let out an excited scream.

Immediately afterwards, the sad screams of the flag people came.

"Immortal Lord, let another one!"

Shi Xianggu clapped her hands and said happily.

"Put another one? Then put another one!"

Yang Feng said.

Then he did the same thing as before.

The next moment, another meteor fell, and then the north of Beixincang was also hit by a burning gasoline barrel, which quickly rose into the sky. The flag-men in the streets and alleys were tragic like crazy, and rushed to the two fires desperately, trying to extinguish the evil flames. Behind them, two unscrupulous guys, Yang Feng and Shi Xianggu, immediately laughed gloatingly.

"Immortal Lord, there is an old friend who said it was yours to ask for a meeting."

Wang Tai smiled and said to Yang Feng.

"Old friend?"

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment.

"Then bring it!"

He continued.

Soon Wang Tai brought a middle-aged man over.

"This is really an old friend!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Disciple, please come to the Immortal Lord!"

When he left Beijing, the owner of the canal ship he was riding on was excitedly lying in front of him and said.

"Get up, didn't you bother you last time?"

Yang Feng said.

He said that he made a big fuss in Tianjin last time. Afterwards, he patted the pi stocks and left, and forgot to care about the ship owner. This guy took him away from Zhangjiawan all the way. I am afraid that Qianlong would have to investigate.

"Go back to the Immortal Lord, being able to serve the Immortal Lord is a blessing for the villain. Some minor troubles are not worth mentioning. Since the separation from Tianjin, the villain has taken his family to Beitang to mingle among the fishermen. He has been safe and sound in recent years. The villain is here to meet the Immortal Lord, and the other is to report important military information."

The ship owner said.

"What military information?"

Yang Feng said.

"Return to the Immortal Lord, five days ago, when he was selling fish at Shanhaiguan, he happened to meet the Qing Yao team entering the city. They were all the Eight Banners outside the Pass, and a large part of them were Sorens. The total number was probably no less than 20,000. In addition, there were also some Korqin cavalry, with a force of about 5,000. These Qing Yao were all cavalry, and there were about 5,000 Eight Banners in the Shanhaiguan area. They had gathered in Guancheng. The villain guessed that they came to Beijing from the south."

The ship owner said.

"I said why didn't Yong Yan run away? It turned out that he was waiting for reinforcements!"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

Obviously this is Yong Yan's last hope. If you can piece together 20,000 cavalry, basically all the young and middle-aged people from the Eight Banners and Soren's tribes outside the Pass were all taken away. This is a good thing. Yong Yan was also a big help. As long as you annihilate this Qing army, you will basically be able to Northeast China.

"Five days ago, if I left that day, I should have gone to Jizhou at this time. Go and prepare the airship!"

Then he said to Wang Tai.

"As for you..."

Yang Feng stood up, then looked at the owner of the ship and said, "Follow me in the future, go and find Xu De to get an errand. You, give him a reward of 2,000 taels of silver!"
Chapter completed!