Tent

At the foot of Huishan

"fire!"

Looking at the crowds in front of him, Yang Xin said simply.

Salazar set up the cannon as quickly as possible, and then aimed at the top of the crowd in front of him. At this time, many people were already looking back at them. In these astonished eyes, this factual white slave simply poked the fuse into the ignition hole...

"boom!"

The sound of cannons like a bolt from the blue suddenly rang out.

In the petrified gaze opposite, flames and gunpowder sprayed.

A cannonball cut through the sky with a roar.

The crowds below who were fighting stopped one after another, looked at the heads in shock, and watched the invisible shells whistling past and disappeared into the dense forest of Huishan in an instant.

Then everyone turned around...

"Recharge!"

Yang Xin said.

Salazar quickly reloaded.

"Get out of here. I'll make a move. I can't see the bandits inside. This shell will hit you in the middle!"

Yang Xin yelled with a trumpet.

The crowd in front separated at the fastest speed.

In the blink of an eye, the bandits surrounded by heavily exposed inside were still formed. They still formed a dense round array of spear forests, protecting more than a dozen tenants, and even a few women and children. There were obvious blood stains on the outside of the spear formation, and three dead bodies or seriously injured lying there. As for those soldiers, most of them could be seen being stoned, and fortunately, the full set of armor provided them with perfect protection, and their opponents did not dare to use real weapons...

Yang Xin's style is well known, and these gentry are also very clear that they cannot use weapons.

Those young and strong people and domestic slaves were like bamboo poles, stones, or slingshots. These were used at the level of civilian fighting, but using swords, bows and arrows to attack the official army was rebellion.

The bandit army is also an official army.

And it is an official army directly under the emperor.

Especially when Yang Xin just killed a top scholar, those gentry would not be stupid enough to give him a reason to attack. It is not a big deal for the people to indignate and surround him. Although it is definitely not possible according to the law, in fact, the Ming Dynasty often happened everywhere at this time. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, when the power of gentry was almost at its peak, local gentry encouraged the people to surround the officials and ran outside the yamen to demonstrate. These were really taken for granted by them.

I often do demonstrations outside the emperor’s house!

In the 31st year of Wanli, workers in Xishan, Beijing, processing and transportation workers, and even some large coal users were walking outside Chengtian Gate.

The gentry didn't think it was a crime at all.

"come out!"

Yang Xin shouted.

The bandits inside immediately guarded the tenants and walked out.

No one on both sides dared to move the young and strong servants, and some even began to escape quietly.

Soon the bandits retreated to Yang Xin's side.

"Who is this place?"

Yang Xin asked the tenant.

"Master, that's really from the Ye family. The young ancestors have paid rent to their family for generations. How could the young one not even know who the landlord is? This area belongs to his family. The land of the An family is separated by that river. The young one doesn't know why they say it is theirs. Everyone here knows it, but they all talk lies with their eyes open!"

The latter knelt down and cried.

The other dozen tenants and their families all knelt down and cried in an instant.

"The people from the An family come out!"

Yang Xin shouted.

A butler looked like a trembling forward.

"Lot deed!"

Yang Xin said.

"If you go back to Yang Qianshi, these places were given to our master by the Ye family last year, and there was a handwritten letter from Ye Maocai's son as evidence."

The butler said.

"That is, there is no land deed?"

Yang Xin said.

“Yes, there is a contract!”

A green worm hurriedly said.

Yang Xin looked at him unexpectedly, and the latter arrived soon, and handed over a contract. Yang Xin took it and looked at the content above.

"Bai Qi?"

He raised his head and said.

"Return to Yang Qianshi, the student union will pay the deed tax."

The latter quickly said with a smile on his face.

The next moment, Yang Xin slapped the white slut on his face...

"Ma, this ghost thing has probably been written for less than two hours. Moji hasn't even been done yet. You dare to fool me? The signature on it is Ye Maocai. Did you dig him out of the grave and ask him to write it? Also, do you think I don't know Ye Maocai's handwriting? There are a bunch of his words in their house! Isn't it too shameless to let go of the dead?"

He said angrily.

He really knows Ye Maocai's handwriting.

This contract was obviously forged in a hurry. Although the signature was indeed imitated by Ye Maocai's handwriting, anyone who really understands this can see that it is forged.

By the way, Yang Xin himself has done this before.

The Ye family would definitely entrust this land to the An family before escaping. Once the Donglin Party wins, Ye Maocai will eventually be rehabilitated. They will come back then. As the heroes among the gentry, the An family will definitely be willing to show loyalty and righteousness to them as well as well. Of course, if the Ye family never returns, the land will definitely become An family. Anyway, it cannot be cheaper for the emperor and the tenants. The gentry can be cheaper for each other, but it must not be cheaper for others.

"This is, really, really, just a tide of weather!"

The green worm struggled from the ground and got up and shouted.

"Who is your patriarch?"

Yang Xin asked the tenant.

The latter immediately pointed at an old guy in the crowd.

"come out!"

Yang Xin shouted.

The latter came out tremblingly.

“I’ll give you a chance to tell the truth.

If someone dies here today, the culprit must die, either you die or he dies.

This land is indeed a hidden land of the Ye family. There is no record in the government, and I cannot find it out, but you seem to have forgotten one thing. The land of An family is recorded in the government. If this land is not under the name of An family, then it does not belong to An family.

Regardless of whether it belonged to the Ye family before, whether the Ye family was given to An Jia.

There is no record in the government.

Then it does not belong to the Ah family.

In essence, it is still equivalent to a piece of wasteland that has not been reclaimed, and its owner is the emperor.

I am not here to check your hidden fields, but you have provoked this yourself. So today I can tell you clearly that, including you tenants, those hidden fields that are not recorded in the government, do not belong to those landlords, and they are still the land of the emperor. If anyone of you cultivated fields, you think that the landlords conceal these fields, you can come to me to report them. After reporting, you will be as high as 40% of the land rent and exempt all taxes.

Now I'll ask you again, who is this land?"

Yang Xin said.

"Yang Qianshi, it was An's family who gave me 100 taels of silver and asked me to take my tribe members to testify. It's not my business. These young and strong people and slaves are also from his family, and they have nothing to do with me!"

The patriarch immediately knelt down and shouted.

"I will not care about this with you if I give them five families a hundred taels."

Yang Xin said.

The patriarch quickly got up and asked the slaves to get the money.

"As for you..."

Yang Xin looked at the scholar.

"It's just a forgery of a contract, it's not a death sentence!"

The latter regained his confidence and said with disdain.

"Where is the dead person?"

Yang Xin said.
To be continued...