After Huang Jian left, the fat man joked with the green people until the sun tilted to the West and patted his ass, saying he was going to find an old lady.

Chen San scolded, "you're fat. You don't have two or two meat there. Why don't you find a lover? Be pressed by others! Otherwise, the guy can't move!"

The fat man was not angry, but said proudly, "my good-looking waist is thin, but powerful. I can be comfortable lying down. You are jealous, ha ha!"

Half an hour later, the fat man went to the back door of a compound. He turned around and looked behind him.

"No one."

A man came from behind. He should have followed the fat man all the way here.

The fat man was relieved. The man immediately called to open the back door and the two entered.

After seeing Fang wake up, the fat man said, "Xing Hebo, I'm afraid I'll be killed by those green skins when I wake up all night."

But when he finished, he remembered the man behind him just now. It was clear that Fang Xing sent him to protect him.

"What's the news?"

Fang Xing feels that Chen Mo looks green now. He can't help feeling that he went to the wrong place at the beginning. It's not the etiquette department, but that he should go to the royal guards and become a spy.

Chen Mo found that he was open-minded. He pulled his skirt carelessly, and then said: "recently, those gentry have been a little flustered, most of them have accepted their fate, more than ten people call friends all day, and fresh faces come in and out frequently..."

This was what Fang Xing expected. How many gentry in the South and how close they were.

Zhu Zhanji wanted him to kill the horse gun when he came back, just to use his evil spirit and reputation to suppress the situation, otherwise once someone took a risk, Xue Lu couldn't suppress it.

That's why he went to Huang Huan's house to explain and cheer up the farmers in the south. He wanted to make an appearance for the farmers in the South and tell them not to worry about these and not to hold the gentry close for those small interests.

Interests, all have to speak with interests after all!

Fang woke up and was distracted, thinking whether the agricultural tax could be reduced in the future.

Unless the agricultural tax is monetized, the later the food is, the less valuable it will be. Instead, the government needs to pay money to maintain its value.

In such a situation, in fact, it is better to reduce the agricultural tax, and then vigorously support industry and commerce, and use the commercial tax to strengthen Daming. Then use the market to mobilize farmers' planting direction. We should not only plant grain, but also choose to plant other cash crops according to the market.

If the industry and commerce developed, and registered residence restrictions and road restrictions were abolished, farmers could choose to do other things.

However, this matter is of great importance. Fang Xing just thought about it. In the future, we need the important officials in the DPRK to discuss together, and the industrial and commercial development should be linked to the domestic and international situation, which can not be predicted at the moment.

"... Huang Jian looked a little Yin, and his teacher Wang Yuan was also Yin, called Yin master and Yin disciple..."

Fang woke up stunned and asked, "how are they doing recently?"

Chen Moguo is really suitable to inquire about the news. Without hesitation, he said, "they seem to have turned their face. Huang Jian often comes to inquire about the news, as if he is concerned about the entry and exit of the army. Wang Yuan doesn't know, but he has many servants and friends in his family, and the lower officials don't pay attention."

Fang woke up and waved his hand expressionless. Chen Mo didn't know how to deal with it, so he had to step down stiffly.

After he left, Wang he came in. As soon as he came in, he smiled and said, "it's really embarrassing that Huang Jian was driven out of the car."

Fang Xing's sources are not just Chen Mo, black thorn, royal guards and East Hall. They all inquire separately. He just wants someone to analyze all kinds of news.

Fang woke up again, and then said, "the North has moved swords. I thought the South was timid and would be easier. Who knows that at present, those gentry dare to rebel. If people die for money and birds die for food."

Wang he said discontentedly, "those are the taxes of the imperial court. If they are shameless, they keep saying that they are loyal to the king and patriotic. It's bullshit!"

Fang Xing said faintly, "don't think about this. Human nature is private. It's just the general trend. Don't forget that at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, those literati didn't want to leave office and were crying with the memorial tablet of Meng Yuan!"

Wang he hated and said, "if there is really no shame!"

"Milk is just a mother."

Fang Xing was clear about this and knew that the general trend was making trouble, and those literati naturally followed whoever gave benefits. Loyal ministers were not absent, but relatively few.

This is human nature. It is not based on whether you have read sages or not.

Wang he said sadly, "our generation has worked hard, but they only care about their own family..."

Frustrated, Fang woke up and said, "what do you think of the gentry today?"

Wang he said, "they are all famous gentry in Jinling. They dare to come to you to intercede. It's boundless. They not only talk about the major events set by the court, but also dare to interfere. Xinghe Bo, you're soft today."

Fang Xing just smiled.

Later, the messages from all parties will be summarized.

"Uncle, there have been 53 rebellions in the South and 15 more than 1000 people. One of them attacked the county government. The garrison was caught off guard and the county government... Fell."

Fang Xing was reading the form. When he heard the news, his cheeks trembled.

"Anxiang county magistrate..."

"What happened to him?"

Fang Xing didn't know what he was thinking, but he was a little excited.

The little official who reported was a little sad: "uncle, Huo Yan, magistrate of Anxiang County, died in the country..."

Several small officials who came to report raised their heads with surprise in their eyes.

Fang Xing closed his eyes, frowned and said, "what a hatred, what a hatred. Did Daming dig his ancestral grave? Or did Daming rob his field..."

The reporting official was a little sad, so he rashly said, "uncle, those are all donated fields. They are digging the corner of Daming. Which is his family's land?"

Fang Xing said sadly, "this is martyrdom. Benbo will tell his majesty for Lord Huo... But before that, what about the rebels?"

The petty official said, "it has been surrounded..."

"Lin Qun'an!"

"Uncle!"

Fang Xing closed his eyes and said, "those rebels deserve to die. Go to Anxiang county and destroy them, but the main culprit had better be alive... In addition, try to find the remains of Huo Yan, the county magistrate."

"Martyrdom?"

Lin Qun was surprised and felt a sense of shame.

The duty of civil officials is herdsmen, while the duty of military officials is to protect the environment and the people.

But now the herdsmen's civil servants have died. Where is the military officer's face?

The anger was ignited in an instant. Fang woke up and noticed it, but did not interfere.

"There is no need to bring more people. Hundreds of people are enough. One person and three horses go back and forth as soon as possible, so that those rebels regret being born in this world."

Fang Xing's statement escalated the incident.

"Go and ask about Lord Huo."

Fang Xing made a final explanation, and then the whole Jinling City was boiling.

Because some businessmen have brought back the news.

In immortal Curie, a merchant was drunk and said with red eyes: "Lord Huo was really loyal and courageous. He didn't know martial arts, but he killed two rebels with a sword. After being captured... The rebels wanted him to surrender, but Lord Huo agreed in front of him. When the rebels called the people and partners to cheer them up with Lord Huo, Lord Huo..."

There was silence around. Even the shopkeeper of Shenxianju was listening carefully.

The merchant sobbed: "I saw it with my own eyes... Lord Huo drank and scolded the rebels in righteous words. The rebels became angry with shame and stabbed them into his mouth with a red iron bar... Finally..."

There was a sigh around, and several people's eyes turned red.

"Finally, they asked people to stone Lord Huo and kill those who didn't. Lord Huo asked them to smash and said that as long as they finally surrendered, the court would not care..."