The imperial power of the Ming Dynasty only reached counties, and the villages below were basically autonomous.

What does autonomy depend on?

The villagers and the Lijia system, and above them are the gentry.

As for some people saying that the village chief is a proof of imperial power going to the countryside, that is really nonsense.

The gentry was familiar with the government, so they had a great say in the countryside, almost the local emperor.

"A few years ago, a gentry built a bridge on the river, and then sent a servant to take charge of the money. Later, he was accused of going to His Majesty..."

Huang Lu seems to have some gossip trends, and he knows this kind of gossip similar to "interesting things".

"People say that the best way to repay the countryside is to build bridges and pave roads, which makes people feel novel."

Huang Lu wanted to find out the emperor's views on this and his subsequent response methods, but Fang Xing just regarded it as a joke.

...

"Three people died, two were killed in the street, and the other was stoned to death."

There were sandalwood bursts in the room. Mr. Seventeen had just gotten up from his nap and looked in a bad mood.

After Yang Yan finished speaking, he saw a hint of anger gathering on Mr. Seventeen's face.

His originally lazy face turned pale, and Mr. Seventeen asked expressionlessly: "Didn't you say that at night? Why do you do it during the day?"

Yang Yan said aloud: "Sir, the people who patrol the streets had already cleared out at that time. Those people thought the opportunity was rare. As for the evening, Xing He Bo's subordinates were full of tigers and wolves, and they dared not..."

Mr. Seventeen's beard suddenly curled up. He was staring at the misty smoke rising from the incense burner. At this moment, he slowly turned his head and stared at Yang Yan.

The mean words burst out in an instant: "I see that you are fascinated by the sparrow tongue and are incoherent."

Yang Yan shook his body and stood up with his hands.

Mr. Seventeen looked up slightly and said, "If you want to do your own thing, then come and ask me what I did?"

"I dare not wait."

Yang Yan bowed his head to apologize. He was just a juren. To put it bluntly, the family guardians were more noble than him. Moreover, Mr. Seventeen was the manager in charge of foreign affairs, and he was almost the representative of the family.

Mr. Seventeen said contemptuously: "It's fine if you don't have the power to tie a chicken, but you're still brave. What can you expect?"

Seeing that Yang Yan was even more scared, Mr. Seventeen eased his tone: "No matter who is sitting on that chair, no matter which dynasty or dynasty, my family's status is transcendent. This time, I was very quiet and thoughtful, and I carried my family on my back to see what kind of magnanimous person was..."

"Don't be afraid of anything. At this critical moment, the news has spread to all parts of the Ming Dynasty. Even if Fang Xing has a strong murderous intent, he can only plan secretly and will not take action. Otherwise, the world will be shocked, who can spare him?"

Yang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Yes, it is depressing to investigate the land and acres, and even angry. If Fang Xing dares to take action against us again, it is persecution and suppression, which opens the way for science. Who in the world can tolerate it? I am afraid that the capital will make a big fuss."

Mr. Seventeen nodded with satisfaction and said, "I have almost done the matter with the sparrow tongue. You can naturally stay with her forever afterwards."

Yang Yan was overjoyed and bowed deeply, "Thank you, sir."

...

Yu Qian is waiting.

As night gradually fell, Fang Xing joked in the afternoon, asking him to sleep at night with his eyes open so that he would not know that his head would be cut off.

It seems like a joke, but Yu Qian knows that this is possible.

If the other party goes crazy, what if he kills him?

Is the emperor going to pursue it?

No problem, everyone is making a fuss, and scholars from all over the world will support each other immediately. The huge momentum can make the person in the Forbidden City tremble.

The key is that the gentry holds the power of the countryside. Once the force is too much, it will rise up and the war is everywhere.

Why is it so difficult to do things?

Yu Qian stood in the courtyard, looked up at the stars in the sky, and remembered what Fang Xing said about the worldly world.

Being born and entering the world is all false. If one mind can be calm and has fewer evil thoughts, that is, being born, and this is not based on where you are.

Yu Qian felt that he had few evil thoughts, but his heart could not be stable and always thought about various matters.

At this time, his mind was pure and a thought suddenly appeared.

If they killed me, can we cancel the preferential treatment of scholars be a good idea?

Sacrifice one's life for righteousness is the essence of Yu Qian's idol Wen Tianxiang's enlightenment.

The moon is as bright as water, tilting on the stone slabs in the courtyard.

Fang Xing was enjoying the cool air, and Wang He talked about the people gathered around Mr. Seventeen.

"...Yang Yan is the first priority, and Deng Fa and He Shan. The three of them gathered the scholars, got money from somewhere, and almost all the inns in the city were packed, so that those scholars from other places would live there, and they would hold a party a few days to cheer them up."

"This matter is not surprising. They must be unwilling to give up, so now is the beginning. Everyone tests each other and then passes. However, when the calculation is completed and they report to the capital, the important officials will have no room to dodge and they will all express their opinions..."

Wang He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and said, "That's a showdown between the king and the ministers! Xinghe Bo, our family is worried that His Majesty will be suppressed by them."

Fang Xing took a sip of cold tea and said, "No, Your Majesty is right in this matter, and they will not directly object to it, so it is very interesting."

Wang He muttered to himself, and he felt that Fang Xing was not worried about the emperor, so he was so arrogant.

Xin Laoqi came to the distance from the darkness, and he reported to him: "Master, today Chang Yu and Jiang Xuze have a fight."

Fang woke up and the chair creaked, "Why are you quarreling?"

"Jiang Xuze opposes."

"knew."

Fang Xing was not surprised by this, "After all, that is their Tao, and the Tao is... unswerving."

Wang He said angrily: "Eat your king's fortune and share your worries. Then which side does Jiang Xuze stand on?"

"Don't care."

Fang Xing took off the hot towel from his forehead and stood up and said, "Let's wait now, let's keep an eye on the accounting side, don't let the fire burn it."

The accounting was carried out in the yamen of the governor's office, and Fang Xing sent a hundred households to take turns to stare at them.

...

The lights are still brightly lit in the yamen of the governor and the envoy.

In a row of wing rooms, the sound of abacus is endless.

"Fifteen hectares of land."

"Wait, there is still a deed here."

"Add thirty-two acres."

“…”

A small official stood outside the door, shaking his fan, staring at the movements on both sides.

Not long after, a team of sergeants patrolled, nodded on both sides, and then the sergeants continued to patrol.

This is just open, and there are three groups of secret whistles staring at this place.

This is a deterrent by force. Once someone invades, the ferry will knock them into a hornet's nest and then be thrown outside the yamen to show Xing and Bo's determination.

Today, the three men were killed on the spot. According to bystanders, Fang Xing's servant had no intention of catching a living person at all.

This is a demonstration!

Aren’t you coming? Then come, let’s see who has better methods and who is more ruthless.

So Mr. Seventeen was angry at the word "ruthlessness". He felt that he had been defeated by Fang Xing.

At this time, he forgot that Fang Xing was the Earl of the Ming Dynasty and the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. In his eyes, the world was governed by his disciples.

"The Li family, Li Dianchen family, add 57 acres of land here."

"And there!"

"It's not over yet! There are more than ten land deeds from his family here."

"Tsk tsk! This is really a success in one day, and the chickens and dogs will rise to heaven!"

"What's this? His family is not the highest. Whose family has really developed a Jinshi from his family and became an official. Now they are considered a famous Jinshu family in Jinan Prefecture, with many slaves in the family!"

"Why……"
Chapter completed!