Early the next morning, a cold wind hit Yingtian Mansion.

Just like the cold spring, the coldness was cold. People in single clothes couldn't help but stay in bed first, and even if they got up, they wrapped one more piece of clothing.

But some people were stunned when they went out. The bustling streets passed by were deserted overnight, with no one showing any signs.

哪怕偶尔有人出现,都会被这怪异的气氛吓的退回去.

Because, occasionally, a group of people holding sticks would come to do odd jobs and force them to close the door soon.

"What happened? Did the rioters come to Nanzhili?"

The people closed the windows tightly, and were nervous and had no idea what had happened.

In the Qinhuai River, a restaurant just opened the door and a group of people rushed over with fierce spirit.

"Smash it for me, beat it for me!"

They hold sticks in their hands, beat people when they see them, and smash things when they see them.

"You... do you still have the king's laws...ah..."

The shopkeeper's family was knocked to the ground and screamed in terror.

Not long after, the store was smashed and it was impossible to open a store.

"Don't dare to open a store without our permission, that's the consequence! Humph, let's go!"

The group of people left a harsh word, took the man to the ground and left with great strides.

The governor's yamen is the same in a circle for several miles, and it is expanding rapidly, and the entire Yingtian Mansion is gradually depressing.

At this time, salt merchants, tea merchants, grain merchants, etc., all bulk and profit-making industries were involved at this time. Some were observing secretly, some were happy, and some were already preparing to celebrate.

The gate of the governor's yamen was also closed, as quiet as a ghost, without any movement.

Yingtian Prefecture did not move at all, and no one came in and out.

The entire Yingtian Mansion seemed to have been pressed by someone, and everything was slowly stopping and quieting down.

Some people are proud, but naturally some are worried.

The businessmen, officials, and nobles who did not participate in or refused to participate in this matter were worried at this moment.

Last night, I had a secret conversation with Fatty Chen about being Fatty Zhou from the Shanshan Gang. He was already on a boat and headed south along the Yangtze River.

On the boat, a concubine said dissatisfiedly: "Master, Yingtian is doing well, why should I go to Fujian? I heard that the poor there are very poor..."

Fatty Zhou kept wiping the cold sweat on his face and said, "Do you wait to die if you don't leave? Fatty Chen doesn't want to live, I want to live well..."

My concubine refused to support herself and she was so angry that she acted coquettishly.

Fatty Zhou didn't care. He was the Shanxi Gang and did not stay in Yingtian all the time. He knew very well what happened in the north. The atmosphere here made him feel the same dangerous atmosphere!

Wang Beicheng, who had already planned everything last night, heard the news early in the morning and his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip out of ink.

He went through hardships to figure everything out, thinking that he could win the favor of the governor's yamen, but he was open to the Wang family, but he didn't expect that someone would create such a big scene.

At this point, no matter whether it is the governor's yamen or cabinet, the emperor will not give up easily, and their Wang family cannot escape!

The old butler stood tremblingly behind Wang Beicheng and sighed: "I heard that Mr. Wu is in poor health and almost passed by last winter."

Wang Beicheng's expression was not very good-looking, and his eyes were full of fierceness.

The old man of the Wu family is over 90 years old this year, and his seniority is too high. Even when he meets, he will always hold the younger generation's greetings. He originally contacted the Wu family, but the Wu family's door was closed and he was very low-key. He thought he would not participate in these things, but he did not expect that the Wu family would actually hold up such a big move!

"There is no movement in the governor's yamen?" Wang Beicheng's voice remained calm, plain.

"No, all the yamen, including Yingtian Prefecture, are quiet and terrible." The old housekeeper said. He has experienced many hardships and can't tell where he is. The governor's yamen obviously knew it for a long time, and he just let these people do it. As for what he is planning, he can't guess.

Wang Beicheng couldn't guess that there were too many cards that the governor's yamen could play, but it certainly wouldn't have their advantage.

At this time, Wang Beicheng could not think of any remedy.

After a while, Wang Beicheng said, "Have the second brother gone to see that boy Gong?"

The old butler said, "Well, I haven't come back yet."

Wang Beicheng frowned, which means that Wang Jinyou didn't know which brothel was spending the night in.

He knew that he could not count on this son anymore, so he closed his eyes for a while and said, "Look at what changes are there? Find a time. I want to go to the Wu family in person."

The old butler looked at Wang Beicheng, lowered his head and thought for a while, "Master, I advise you not to go, the citron that is ahead of time will rot first."

Wang Beicheng looked up at the outside, shook his head and said, "This truth is not reasonable now."

The old butler was stunned and thoughtful.

Zhu Xu stood in front of the restaurant, with more than a dozen men lying in front of the door. He was so fierce that he wanted to smash the store before, but now he was humming on the ground.

One of them raised his head and looked at Cao Bianjiao in black not far away, and gritted his teeth and said, "Boy, don't be proud. More people will soon come and smash your broken building!"

Cao Bianjiao stood and said nothing, his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

Beside him, more than a dozen plainclothes imperial guards stood solemnly, and there weren't many in secret. Not to mention a dozen people, even a hundred may not be able to enter the door!

In the lobby, Zhu Xu, Hai Lanzhu and Bumubutai were having dinner.

Zhu Xu had a big appetite and was very happy to eat. After waiting for so long, these people couldn't bear it anymore.

'It's almost time to clean it up.' Zhu Xu thought to himself that he had been in Jiang Su for too long, and he needed to go south as soon as possible, as long as possible, the premise was to finish the matter here as soon as possible.

Hai Lanzhu ate slowly and looked outside from time to time, looking quite curious.

Bumu Butai's face was calm and she sat with her meal as usual, and seemed to be unaware of everything that happened outside.

Cao Huachun stood not far away, listening to another group of people outside that seemed to be being disposed of, he thought for a moment and stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, should you inform Fu Zonglong and let him deal with it?"

Zhu Xu took a sip of the soup and said with a smile: "No, I also want to see how powerful the salt merchant is. Tell Cao Bianjiao that if it is dangerous, bows, arrows, muskets, and grenades can be used, and try not to kill anyone."

Cao Huachun's face changed. These guards have received comprehensive training. If they completely let go of their hands and feet and fight with one hundred exaggerated people, there is no problem in dealing with more than a dozen people. However, it is extremely difficult to control the firearm, and it is probably difficult to save people from death.

Cao Huachun understood that the emperor might have been angry, so he responded and turned around to inform Cao Bianjiao.

朱栩一顿饭的功夫,门前就绑了三十多人,火器等还没有用上.

But this angered the Salt Gang, which was leading the way, a group of more than fifty people, carrying long swords, were riding on a boat from the other side of the Qinhuai River, and rushed towards him with great momentum.
Chapter completed!