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"Food prices have dropped! Food prices have dropped!"

"Gas prices have dropped too!"

"Salt has become cheaper too!"

…………

In Linbo City recently, people who suffered from soaring prices were suddenly surprised to find that all kinds of living expenses returned to normal levels overnight.

The accumulated resentment was immediately released, followed by curiosity and confusion.

Didn't it mean that Mr. Wu An was so happy with his achievements that he invested a huge amount of money in strange skills and tricks, which led to a shortage of supplies and made everyone unable to eat?

How come there are enough supplies overnight?

The price is actually slightly lower than usual?

In line with the public sentiment, the official propaganda machine is also quietly operating, conveying the truth to the people through countless backbones.

"Damn it! It's actually those wealthy families who have jointly raised prices and squeezed and slaughtered us like cattle!!!"

He slapped the newspaper on the table with a snap, and the bustling teahouse was filled with people. A dark and muscular man got up in anger, gnashing his teeth in hatred!

"No wonder all the nobles in the city suffered a lot in the past few days. I thought it was Lord Wu An who killed the chicken to get the eggs, but it turns out there is a deeper meaning!"

"Not only that! You see, the Japanese pirates who came to plunder some time ago were actually brought in by them!"

"A wealthy family is secretly raising Japanese pirates?!!!"

"No! What good does this do to them?"

"Haha, don't you understand this? The plundered money is divided into 30-70 accounts, the salt fields are controlled to collect 'salt tax' from the people, and the coastal trade is monopolized. The benefits are countless!"

"Oh my god, isn't this too bad?"

"Otherwise, how can we say that those masters like natural disasters and man-made disasters the most? If there were no disasters, where would the people come from to sell their land? Where would the people come from and sell their sons and daughters to make cattle and horses for them?"

"What is this? If there is no disaster, we can also create disasters artificially! The most vicious thing is that this time they teamed up to create a food shortage, squeezed our wealth with salt and grain, forced us to go bankrupt, and waited until a large area of ​​us starved to death, and exchanged food for food.

At that time, these wealthy families can easily harvest our land with the moldy grain they have hoarded, and our children will be slaves, maids, and cattle and horses for them for the rest of their lives!"

"So that's it! So that's it!!!"

"Beast! What a beast!"

People in the teahouse were filled with indignation. In this era when information was scarce and all vested interest groups tacitly blocked the people's wisdom and did not expose each other's shortcomings, a certain fun-loving man exposed the filth under the table to the sun without any scruples.

And concepts such as exploitation, oppression, and class have been quietly implanted into the minds of the public.

"By the way, brother, you are really knowledgeable. You actually explained these conspiracies so clearly that even we rough guys can understand them at once. Come, let me treat you to tea!"

Dr. Tea was called to change into good tea and snacks. A group of people cursed the aristocratic landlord with the same hatred, and the young man who was surrounded by them in the center touched the bright red badge hidden under his coat and laughed softly.

"Actually, you can know these things by reading newspapers. In addition, Wu'anjun has opened many free night schools. There is no curfew now anyway. Just go and listen if you have nothing to do. You can understand many things that you didn't understand before."

"Night school? Is it a school? No money?"

"Well, you can teach people how to read for free. If you show a certain aptitude, you might be recommended by the teacher and trained to become an extraordinary person, and then you will rise to the top..."

"This is unheard of! What is Mr. Wu An trying to do?"

Hearing this, the young man caressed the concave and convex lines of the badge and murmured to himself.

"Because he said that when he comes, he will not let us suffer anymore..."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone fell into a brief silence, and then there were many emotional discussions. Some people couldn't help but get red-eyed when they thought of sad things.

"Wu Anjun, you are such a good person!"

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The ground is rotten, and then we watch us starve to death, and we are not allowed to dig even one to survive!"

"Sigh... the same goes for our family. In that disaster year, my mother and several younger siblings all starved to death. My two sisters were sold to the landlord in exchange for two bags of rice. My father and I were the only ones left in the family.

But now think about it, it was a good year, but there was no disaster? It was the landlord who colluded with the government and took away all the food rations from our family!"

"Me too……"

"My relatives also..."

As soon as this kind of thing around them was mentioned, everyone suddenly felt sad and resonated instantly.

"Brother, don't be sad. Now that Lord Wu'an is here, the good days of those wealthy families are coming to an end. Let's follow Lord Wu'an together and kill all those beasts!"

"Yes! Kill all those beasts!"

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Excited roars spread throughout the street. In an inconspicuous corner of the teahouse, a slave who had gone to the city to buy something wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes full of fear.

Do these mud-legged people know what they are talking about?

Don't want to die?

But deep down in his heart, facing a spark that could ignite the entire earth, even though he didn't understand any advanced theory, he could instinctively feel the anger that surged like a flood.

It's just that these desperate protests that broke out in anger in the past were extinguished in a flash in front of the wealthy families. The unorganized actions had no threat and were bloody suppressed time and time again.

As time goes by, Mudlegs can only accept reality numbly and accept his fate, living like a walking zombie.

And when this anger is united by the organization, the burst of power may completely destroy the system he is attached to...

No, I have to go back as soon as possible and tell the master that these untouchables in Linbo City are going to rebel!

After wiping the cold sweat on his head, the well-dressed servant rushed out of the teahouse and quickly disappeared into the crowd of people on the street.

……………………

“People’s support is available.”

Standing by the window, looking at the steaming "qi" over the city, Zhao Yinshun nodded with satisfaction.

Behind him, Zhou Rou was waiting quietly in the corner holding a thick document, with a pair of dark circles under her eyes particularly obvious on her beautiful face.

"Have you not slept well these past few days?"

Turning back to look at the secretary who had been promoted by himself, Zhao Yinshun chuckled and teased.

"The property that needs to be inventoried is too large and complicated. In addition...it's really hard to sleep."

"Haha, there is no need to worry. In your eyes, the god-like alliance of aristocratic families is just a group of insects in my eyes. They will be destroyed if I lay my hands on them!"

With a slight flick of his wrist, his gentle hand fell on Zhou Rou's shoulder. Zhao Yinshun patted his secretary, passed her by, and sat back in his seat.

From an angle that he couldn't see, the expression on Zhou Rou's face slowly changed, and finally condensed into a firm determination.

Even if your Majesty is the enemy of the whole world, I will do whatever it takes to help him fulfill his wish!!

Looking back and staring at the young man's handsome profile, Zhou Rou murmured secretly in her heart.

Your will is the meaning of my existence!

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Sensing some mysterious emotional change, Zhao Yinshun looked at her in confusion.

"It's nothing, Your Majesty. This is the latest statistical information. Please take a look."

Changing the topic without leaving a trace, Zhou Rou handed the thick document in her hand to Zhao Yinshun, waiting for him to read it and report at the same time.

"We raided a total of 27 wealthy families in the city, large and small, and the total currency value obtained exceeded 7 million gold yuan. In addition, there were several times that amount of gold and silver jewelry, great medicines, magical weapons, heavenly materials, and earthly treasures, etc.

Luxury goods, but it’s not easy to value them, and it’s also difficult to realize them on a large scale.”

"It doesn't matter. I'll open an auction house in the future and sell slowly, but I'll always be able to sell it. If it doesn't work, I can just give it to the meritorious people..."

After recording what Zhao Yinshun said casually, Zhou Rou nodded thoughtfully and continued.

"Besides the direct wealth, the land deeds and the materials they hoarded are the big ones. Now more than 90% of the arable fields around [Linbo City] are in our hands, and we also have the land deeds for more than half of the shops in the city. They are all

The most prosperous and best shops, but the turnover of the remaining half of the corner shops is probably less than one-third of what we have."

After a slight pause in turning the page, Zhao Yinshun raised his head quietly, looked at the serious-looking secretary, and blinked in confusion.

"Ninety percent? Half?"

"Yes."

"…………"

In a daze, the scene he saw on the first day he arrived in Linbo City, when he led the troops to the military camp, flashed before Zhao Yinshun's eyes.

In the green and fertile fields, there are farmers with ragged clothes, stooped stature, and numb and empty eyes, like walking zombies.

Now, he seemed to understand their numbness.

The land is not their own, and farming is not for themselves, but to repay the landlord's debt, a huge debt that they can never repay.

And the starting point of this debt may be just a bag of moldy grain when you can't survive, or even an "heirloom" passed down from your father's and grandfather's generations!

Not only them, but also their children and future generations will be imprisoned in these layers of shackles!
To be continued...