Guo Hou was already unable to stand firm, and two soldiers were holding him up. .

After the small platform was completed, Guo Hou kept sucking air and his face turned pale.

A big man in black came over, followed by a young man, and a wooden box was in his hand.

"I've met Mr. Bo."

The big man bowed to the tribute and asked, "How is the craft?"

The big man looked up and said, "My uncle is unwilling. The young man works every day when he sells beef and mutton. He can be called as thin as a cicada's wings."

Fang Xing said with satisfaction: "Very good, then you can serve this gentleman today."

Everyone has guessed Fang Xing’s plan now, and Fang Xing’s special talk about the gentry is even more terrifying.

"ah!"

Someone in the crowd screamed, Fang Xing glanced at it and said, "Before Ben Bible, His Majesty said that those traitors had harmed the people of the south for too long. He asked Ben Bible to get the one who was extremely guilty and dealt with it locally to vent his anger to the people and make those who were dissatisfied and prepared to follow these people one after another..."

"This is the end of the thief!"

After Fang Xing shouted loudly, the two soldiers carried Guo Hou to the stage.

"He wants to hold on! Don't let people look down on us."

A gentleman said sadly among his companions: "Today we are discredited. If Guo Hou does something weak, then our reputation for being invincible will be confirmed."

Another person said: "Mr. Guo knew he would die, and he was very tough all the way. Besides, people will die after all, so what are you afraid of if you are indifferent?"

"That's right, I've taken it lightly and seen through it. Not to mention cutting into pieces, we are not afraid of putting the oil pan."

"Okay, although Mr. Guo is cruel and tyrannical, he can at least show his heroism. Let's wait and see."

"Xinghe Bo, if that person holds on, it will be troublesome."

Wang He felt that the best way to deal with beasts like Guo Hou was to let the people smash him to death or beat him to death.

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "Since ancient times, the only one who died in a difficult situation, there are a few people who can be seen through, at least that Guo Hou can't see through."

Wang He didn't understand, but he asked himself, and then said, "Our family thinks we are afraid, let alone being cut off. Our family will probably be surrendered, so we can't let our family play the striker in the future. What if we are captured? We are afraid that we can't stand the torture!"

Fang Xing heard his muttering and said, "You can't help but feel angry at that time. You're not afraid of anything."

At this time, Guo Hou, who was pulled all the way to the stage, saw the wooden pillar. He suddenly went crazy, cried and struggled.

"My uncle spares my life. The young man is guilty and only asks for mercy to live. The young man is willing to be a cow or a horse to repay Mr...."

Fang Xing just sneered, thinking about the heroes who could call him at the beginning in the future. When he passed by the street, he was so majestic. After arriving at the place, he became a ball of mud, with all his shit and urine, and was full of ugly things.

"He's shit!"

The platform was surrounded by a mess, and a child was sitting on his father's neck and shouted, pointing at the stage.

"Oh! He's a coward! Why are you pretending not to be afraid of death!"

Shit and urine flowed down from under the legs of the pants, and Guo Hou was tied to a wooden pillar. He shouted: "The young man is guilty, he only wants to cut off one knife, and the young man only wants to cut off one knife!"

Fang Xing frowned and looked over there. Wang He thought he was thinking Guo Hou was making noise, so he said, "Why don't someone block his mouth?"

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "Let those who take their children back. Will those children have nightmares after seeing this? They say they will lose their souls, and those who have children will rush back."

"My uncle, please spare me, long live Your Majesty, Long live Your Majesty, then Zhu Yun is a useless person, a fake emperor..."

Guo Hou on the stage was already incoherent. The big man had already opened the box, and the various tools inside were so heartbroken that he saw it.

"Everyone goes back. My uncle has an order. Children are not allowed to watch these things, so as not to lose their souls. Go back quickly."

Fang Xing saw the yamen runners and soldiers driving away the children, so he turned back and explained before leaving: "Please tell everyone about the casualties and losses in Anxiang County, those who were humiliated and those who were trapped, this is the good thing that the foundation of the Ming Dynasty did."

He drove away, and Li Xiucai dared to complain: "Is Xing and Bo trying to make the people think that the gentry is like Guo Hou?"

Qu Sheng was already a little confused by Fang Xing's series of sound attacks, no, he was a little scared.

He felt that Fang Xing was too cruel and wanted to slap the gentry who opposed innovation to death, and also used Huo Yan, who died for his country.

This is a heroic method!

He was slightly shocked and said, "There are a lot of fields cleaned up, and there are also many officials involved in this matter. Everyone regards preferential treatment of poor families as preferential treatment for scholars. Your Majesty is a ruler, Xing and Bo are a ruler, but the unreasonable gentry is rebelling. Who do you want the people to listen to?"

Li Xiu also thought of Fang Xing's method at this moment, so he refused to talk about this topic again.

But Liu Guan praised: "Mr. Li said this very much. He wanted to dig the corner of the Ming Dynasty. When the city wall was dug up one day, it would be a disaster for destruction. As ministers, we must observe and be alert!"

...

Many people watched the fun. After Guo Hou was killed by his last blow the next afternoon, there were more rumors outside, saying that the agricultural tax would gradually decrease in the future.

"The Ming Dynasty is not short of food now. What should I do if I collect so much food? Should I put it in the warehouse to feed mice? It would cost me to transport and store it all the way! So this is definitely true."

A big man was talking at the city gate, and a young man next to him agreed: "The court and the central government must stabilize the price of grain at that time, so if taxes are reduced, everyone will have more food on hand, and then they can sell it for money. If they should pull cloth, they will pull cloth and drink wine. This is a good day! It is not far away!"

Someone said, "I'm wrong. As Ming Pao said, if you can't finish eating too much food, you can raise more livestock. At that time, you can eat meat at home and exchange it for money. The best of both worlds!"

The people who surrounded him nodded, and some said, "The life of farmers will be better than ours from now on."

"If you can go to the ground to work, you can also go to farm."

"Now I am not encouraged to open up land, and I am not allowed to farm by the water. Where can I find fields? Besides, I can't afford it and I don't want to immigrate."

"Then what are you muttering about? Mr. Ye is a good dragon."

Huang Jian listened to these words, his face as deep as water.

He came to inquire about the news, but was blocked here. Listening to these words that were like praising the emperor and Fang Xing, Huang Jian wished he could pounce on these people's mouths and those disgusting smiles.

He couldn't sleep at night recently and looked black. The fat man just now made fun of him and said that his eyebrows were black. I'm afraid he would be unlucky recently, so don't go out randomly.

As long as a person is guilty, he will be less courageous, and then he will be suspicious of the enemy.

Huang Jian has this mentality now.

He was thinking about the fat man's words and then squeezed out of the crowd.

After arriving at the Wang family, he pushed away the obstructing servant and rushed into the place where Wang Yuan drank tea.

Wang Yuan was making tea and his movements were slow.

The sound of footsteps alarmed him. He looked up at Huang Jian and said lightly: "Get out!"

Huang Jian sneered: "Fang Xing cut Guo Hou. If he sent someone to check who Wen Fang was close to back then, teacher, would you say that Wen Fang's rebellion be on your head?"

"This threat is just a joke, get out!"

Wang Yuan didn't want to pay attention to him, but he saw the servant standing outside the door, looking at Huang Jian's back in surprise, and asked, "What is it?"

The servant said in horror: "Master, it's a piece of paper with words on it."

"What word?"

Huang Jian turned around and asked, his back happened to be seen by Wang Yuan.

"Ground mouse, where to run..."

Wang Yuan's expression changed drastically, he threw away the teapot, stood up and asked, "Who did it?"

Huang Jian didn't know there was a note on his back. He turned around several times, and finally took off his outer robe and finally saw the piece of paper.

"Ground mouse..."

He held the paper and asked blankly, "Who posted it?"

Wang Yuan came over to take the paper, looked at the handwriting and said, "I have seen Fang Xing's handwriting. It's not him. I was wrong. It couldn't be him. Who did you provoke?"
Chapter completed!