"Don't listen to his nonsense, it's just that he won't make you full!"

Suddenly a sound rang.

Yang Xin looked at a window fifty meters away, and the man shrank back as quickly as possible. Governor Yang smiled contemptuously and took the trumpet handed over by Yang Huan.

"So have you had enough food before I came?"

He shouted, holding up his trumpet.

The crowd was obviously feeling depressed and looked at each other in a low mood.

"You didn't have enough food before I came. So have you ever thought about why you never had enough food?

You've made too little.

But your employers, those landlords and wealthy merchants, make a lot of money.

Look at this Guangzhou city, look at how many gentry gardens are outside the city? Not all of them are exchanged for them with your own blood and sweat? You dry your sweat in workshops and get all this in hungry hands, and they just take out a little bit for you like feeding dogs. Even their dogs eat much better than you.

Also, the food price is too expensive.

But is the price of grain really expensive?

Many of you are farmers who have lost your land. So tell me how much silver you can sell for a stone of millet during the harvest season? How much silver do you get for the rice you eat now? How many times the difference is? So who will the overpaid silver you pay? Even if the cost of transportation is added, do you still have to pay several times the silver to buy the originally worthless rice before the price of grain rises? Your employer drains your sweat and gives you the wages that are too low. The grain merchants sell the rice they purchased from the countryside to you at a price increase of several times.

Do you even believe that it is because of me that I can’t eat?

Am I the employers who squeezed you? Am I the profiteer who hoarded food and used the price of grain to squeeze your last copper coins?

There are injustices and debts.

You didn't look for them, but you actually came to me?

You don’t go to find those employers who use the cloth, porcelain, sugar you made, and ships of silver overseas, but you can’t even give your full wages to your employers. You don’t go to find those profiteers who sold your cheap grain several times, but you come to me, who have just been here for a few months. They say that my arrival will make you unable to eat enough, so what’s wrong with you who can’t eat enough before I come?"

Yang Xin shouted with a loud trumpet.

It would be a joke to fight him at this level.

It was just to force hatred to him by taking advantage of the rise in food prices, but this was very forced, but the people had nowhere to vent their anger. Should they catch one first? Since that's the case, then discuss the root cause. If you want to peel off the skin, just dig it thoroughly. If you want to attract hatred, let the people's hatred lead to the root cause, and see who is more cruel.

Play with him?

Be careful that he releases the real killer weapon.

And the people whispered and talked.

They are not stupid. They just open up a layer of window paper. They were used to such days before, and they would not think about this kind of problem, or they knew it was useless, so they simply stopped thinking about it. But if these people don’t know the root of their hard life, they would underestimate them too much. The factory owners can earn a year and what kind of life they live. They are all from farmers who have to go to the city to make a living by losing their land. They don’t count the price of rice in the year. When the two are combined, the root cause of their own inability to eat enough is clear at a glance.

but……

"Don't listen to him. It was this treacherous minister who brought people to Haojing and recruited so many gangsters and brought all the food to Haojing, which made Guangzhou not have enough food. The villagers drove these people from other provinces out of Guangdong."

A poor scholar shouted in the crowd.

"Yes, drive these people from other provinces out of Guangdong!"

"Search the guy!"

...

Several sounds sounded sporadically.

But most of the ordinary people are stumbling around.

If you are not awake at this time, you are such a fool.

"Do you know them? Are they the same people as you? Look at their clothes, are they carrying sacks at the docks and working as coolies in factories like you?

Look at their clothes.

You are different."

Yang Xin said.

The people turned their eyes to those who shouted.

Even if the latter has patches, they are still blue shirts, while they are just short brown.

Very good separation.

"Friends, saints cloud..."

A poor scholar struggled to death.

Then there was booing around.

"Everyone is out of the way. This is to solve the problem of grain prices in Guangzhou. Before dark today, the grain prices will inevitably be reduced back to the previous price."

Yang Xin said with a smile.

I have to say that these guys in Guangzhou are too poor and don’t understand how to play such things at all. Suzhou gentry is very good at playing this. They just find an ordinary weaver as cannon fodder and let Ge Cheng take the lead. If something happens, it’s just throwing it out. Guangzhou people are just old-fashioned, letting Qingzhe act as organizers.

Of course, it is also possible that these green insects are really poor scholars.

Just like Fan Jin.

In fact, it is not to say that Qingcheng is rich. After all, for a simple scholar, if he is not from a noble family, it is useless. It is just tax exemption. If he is in the countryside, he may have enough food and clothing, but he may not be happy in an industrial and commercial city like Guangdong. People like them are also difficult to have a business acumen, and there is a high possibility of losing money in business. If he is unable to enter school, he will eventually be in a mess or become a private school teacher.

However, they are still scholars.

But these poor people are common people.

The blue shirts on them separated themselves from them.

On one hand, there is a short brown representing the identity of a commoner, and on the other hand, there is a blue shirt representing the identity of a scholar. Do the people listen to them?

They themselves did not put themselves among the common people.

"How to solve the problem with the governor?"

asked alone with courage.

All the short brown people looked at Governor Yang.

After all, if the rice price was not too high, they wouldn't be able to stand it anymore, and they wouldn't be fooled so easily or even besieged the government. If this problem is not solved, they will not be able to hold on.

"This is not easy. It's not easy. It's not that there is no official warehouse in Guangzhou. Open the official warehouse and sell rice at a low price. The rice shop warehouses also have rice. Force them to sell at the same price. Those who dare to hoard the goods will chop his dog's head! If it's not enough, let the gentry open their warehouses and requisition their stored grains. Do you dare to agree to take you to the big restaurants and see if the Shangfang sword in the hands of this governor is the imperial gift. Whoever dares to cut it off if he doesn't listen."

Yang Xin said.

While speaking, he threw the trumpet to Yang Huan, then took the Shangfang sword and pulled it out.

If it is necessary, he would really take these poor people to eat the big ones. Anyway, anyone who dares to stop the sword in Shangfang is rebelling, and the Ming army in Guangzhou will not interfere in such matters no matter what. Even if it is possible, the Ming army would be more willing to eat the big ones with him. Governor Yang is very famous in this regard. All those who follow him, whether generals or soldiers, will live a good life, which has been proven many times.

But try to restrain yourself.

After all, the city of Guangzhou should still be stable as much as possible.

Especially those Portuguese merchant ships are about to arrive, and at this time they should set sail from Goa and will arrive in at most two months.

"Let's go to the nearest rice shop!"

Governor Yang Shang Fang pointed his sword and shouted like a general directing the charge.

The people cheered in an instant, but at this moment, a group of people in red clothes behind them, wearing red clothes like the bandits and slamming them wildly, holding rattan cards and big sticks. The people who were caught off guard were in chaos, screams kept ringing, and the entire team immediately squeezed forward...

"Friends, he lied to you, that's his thug!"

A green worm roared in surprise.

"Hurry up, kill this liar!"

...

The accomplices immediately shouted in the crowd.

The common people were also in a mess. After all, the clothes on these people were the same as those under Yang Xin's subordinates. Some people who didn't know the truth immediately began to move forward. Although it was unlikely that they would rush towards Yang Xin, they still had to avoid them in this situation. Some people even began to push and crowd each other...

"quiet!"

Yang Xin yelled.

Almost at the same time, he rose into the air on the magistrate chair. The people in chaos raised their heads in shock and watched the red figure swept over their heads. Then Governor Yang seemed to be like a red cloud, covering or hitting a green worm. In the latter screaming like a toad that was stepped on, he rose into the air again, kicking the pillar of the roadside building in the air, and the astonishing gaze of a little beauty on the building on the building on the floor turned instantly. After several ups and downs, he suddenly landed among the red-clothed thugs.

A thug was holding a big stick and hitting a commoner, looking at the sudden appearance of the figure in front of him with a confused look on his face.

"Ma, you dare to pretend to be my subordinate."

Yang Xin said with a grim smile.

The next moment, Yang Xin kicked him in the chest.

Then the thug screamed and flew backwards, hitting the companions behind him, smashing the three red-clothed thugs to the ground at the same time, spitting blood in their mouths and looking like they were not alive.

The rest of those who looked at Yang Xin in horror.

Then the next moment, the guy hit the middle of them. Governor Yang, who swung his fists, walked through these red-clothed thugs like ghosts, and screamed in a blink of an eye. The people around him who were already in chaos immediately stopped and watched his performance one by one. Some people even cheered soon. The order that was originally on the verge of collapse quickly and stabilized.

After all, ordinary people love to watch this.

Whether it is a lone hero, a hero who is a hero, or a sword of Shang Fang kills bad people, they are all the most fantasy dramas that the people love. Anyway, they have nothing else to imagine, and Governor Yang is the hero who is the perfect person in the hearts of the people. At this moment, he watched his figure pass through the thugs, punching them backwards, and then smashing them to the ground and screaming. The people around him seemed to be hungry, and the screams seemed to be boiling.
Chapter completed!