Ignoring Zhu Youxiao's face, his face was red with anger, Yang Feng's expression was still very calm, but there was a hint of murderous aura in his eyes. He slowly reached out and picked up a piece of osmanthus cake from the table and chewed it in his mouth. After a while, he said slowly.

"Your Majesty... Jiangnan is different from the north. Compared with the south, the land in the north is relatively barren and has constant external troubles, so the people in the north have always been more fierce. Moreover, because the imperial capital of the Ming Dynasty is located in the north, the imperial court's rule over the north has always been more stable than the south.

The south is different. The south is far away from the capital and has a prosperous literary style. In addition, it is a place of taxation, so the south is where wealthy and powerful people gather. As the saying goes, rely on mountains and rivers to eat water. Because it is close to the sea, the rich people in the south rely on going to sea to sell goods, make salt and raise mulberry businesses, etc., are rich and rich, but how much tax do they pay?"

Before Zhu Youxiao answered, Yang Feng said: "When Taizu was alive, he stipulated that the commercial tax was thirty-one tax, and the tax rate was not low. But even so, merchants still felt that the tax was too high. They thought about how to reduce taxes and even did not want to pay taxes. They used the reason to compete for profits with the people all day to fight against the emperor. In order to compete for the court's right to speak, they have been using their money to run schools for more than two hundred years, in the name of sponsoring poor children.

But did Your Majesty think about it? Who is the first thing they think of when these poor children and their children passed the Jinshi and became officials when they encounter something? Is it the court or their family? Will these so-called poor children use their rights to repay their families or those who have helped them? Your Majesty think about it again, what kind of people are there in the Donglin Party, which now occupy the Ming Dynasty, and who are behind them?"

Yang Feng didn't know if he didn't say it. Zhu Youxiao felt a cold sweat immediately emerged from behind. When he thought about the people who had been advocating the theory of banning the sea for hundreds of years, and who was Liu Daxia who ordered all the treasure ship drawings and Zheng He's information on going to sea, he immediately understood that in fact, after all, the interests were still at work.

Seeing Zhu Youxiao's sudden realization, Yang Feng said again: "I have checked the information from the Ministry of Revenue. During the Ming Dynasty, the annual salt tax of about 9 million taels of silver was about 9 million taels of silver, and at most it could even reach more than 10 million taels. In the Zhengde period, it was only more than 6 million taels, and now it is only a pitiful 3 million taels of silver. Is there less people eating salt in the Ming Dynasty?

No...it can be said that now, there are more people eating salt in the Ming Dynasty than more than two hundred years ago, but why is the salt tax less? Where are these silvers going? There is only one answer, they have been swallowed up by salt merchants and government officials at all levels in Jiangnan. Now, my Royal Trading Company of the Ming Dynasty has emerged and snatched the silver from these people. How can they not hate us? What can these salt merchants do for the sake of silver?

This time they cooked one of our shops. This was just an appetizer. If we were interested, we would close the salt shop or share the business with them. Otherwise, more salt shops would be destroyed and more friends would be killed. So I think there is only one way to provoke these salt merchants, that is, to tell them with the swords and swords in our hands that Jiangnan is definitely not a lawless place!”

Although Zhu Youxiao was so angry when he heard the salt shop was destroyed, he hesitated after hearing Yang Feng’s murderous words. After a while, he asked, “Yang Aiqing, what step do you plan to do?”

Yang Feng said casually: "I won't fight to make things worse. Just let the murderers pay their blood debts and pay them back."

After cleaning it up, Zhu Youxiao's heart suddenly jumped. He knew the strong smell of blood in Yang Feng's understatement.

After pondering for a while, Zhu Youxiao said tentatively: "Can you send someone else to Yangzhou?"

Seeing that Zhu Youxiao was still a little cautious, Yang Feng sighed softly and said seriously: "Your Majesty, if you are still so kind and ruthless, the next consequence is that those salt merchants will become more aggressive. They will even squeeze the industries of the Ming Dynasty Royal Trading Company in Jiangnan and then swallow them all up. Can you bear this consequence?"

"I……"

When Zhu Youxiao thought that if all the royal trading companies were closed, it would mean that all their income would be cut off, and once there was no income. His plan to rebuild the Beijing Camp, the salary in Liaodong, the various expenses in the palace would all become a joke, so Zhu Youxiao couldn't help but shivered.

"My dear, you can go down here in person this time. You must let those people know that some things cannot be done!"

Seeing that Zhu Youxiao finally made up his mind, a hint of relief flashed across Yang Feng's face. Zhu Youxiao was still very courageous. He solemnly bowed to Zhu Youxiao: "I understand, I will let those people know what kind of opponent they have messed with!"

Zhu Youxiao asked again: "How many people do you plan to bring when you go down this time?"

Yang Feng thought for a while, "The people in the Jingying camp are still training now, so I plan to take the people of Jiangningwei down, three thousand people are enough!"

Zhu Youxiao nodded, "Okay, please take care of yourself. I only have one requirement, that is, the dividends I will pay for in the first half of this year must not be less than 2.5 million!"

Yang Feng rolled his eyes, it was two million and five million...

After the news of the Ming Dynasty Royal Trading Company being burned down in Yangzhou, the news of the murder of the guys being killed reached Beijing Cheng, the Donglin Party in Beijing were all excited. Although they did not dare to jump out and cheer loudly on the surface, they secretly celebrated each other and drank and celebrated each other. After hearing this news, Gu Bingqian was silent for a while and then stopped talking. The nine-thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian, who is known as the inner minister, sneered and said: "A group of idiots, our family wants to see how those people died!"

Just as many people were secretly discussing how to suppress this matter, Yang Feng secretly came to Nanjing with three hundred clans and one thousand cavalrymen. After arriving at Jiangning Guard, he transferred two thousand soldiers as fast as possible and rushed to Zhenjiang Prefecture day and night, mobilized ships across the river and rushed straight to Yangzhou, and finally arrived in Yangzhou five days later.

The morning of the first day of June

Before the sky was bright, the sky in Yangzhou was covered with a layer of misty water. People were still immersed in their dreams and had not yet got up. The city gate official Lao Sun, who was on duty today, climbed up from the bed in the Tibetan camp. He slowly stepped onto the city wall and stood in front of the battlements. He stretched and yawned. Then he looked out of the city. It didn't matter if he looked at it, but it made him stunned.

There were a group of soldiers standing quietly less than fifty steps outside the city. The soldiers were fully armed, their iron armor and their hair and hair were covered with thick dew. Although the fog outside was heavy, they all stood there motionless, as if Henggu had been there before and would continue like this in the future.

Although Lao Sun has been a city gate official for more than 20 years and has seen countless officers and soldiers coming and going, he can guarantee that he has never seen such an army. For the first time, he felt that the seemingly wide city wall under his feet could not bring him any sense of security in front of such an army.

Although he was very scared, looking at the red sun and moon flag representing the Ming Dynasty court in the front, he could only boldly poke his head out of the trunk and asked tremblingly: "Who are you? What's the matter when you come to Yangzhou?"

A general standing in front looked at the city wall and said loudly: "I am the Jiangning Bo of the Ming Dynasty. I came to Yangzhou for business under the will of Your Majesty. You should open the city gate quickly!"

"Jiang Ningbo?"

Lao Ma shivered on the spot, his feet were weak and almost sat on the ground. He wiped his eyes, looked at the soldiers covered in clothes below seriously, and then he asked boldly: "Do you dare to ask if there is a harmonious official seal?"

"Of course there is!" Yang Feng handed the official seal and Kanhe on his body to the servants around him.

After a while, when Lao Sun picked up the seal made of brass from the hanging basket and Kanhe, he confirmed the other party's identity. Lao Sun was not unfamiliar with the title of Jiang Ningbo. With the spread of the Liaodong victory, Yang Feng's deeds also spread to Yangzhou City. However, under the encouragement of those who are interested, Yang Feng's reputation in the coastal areas of the south of the Yangtze River was all notorious.

Seeing the visitor, he was really vulgar and ignorant. He was rude to Jiang Ning Bo, who was rude and ignorant by pleasing the emperor to kill people. Old Sun was frightened. Fortunately, he was a little smart. He quickly called a subordinate to report the news quickly. He stuck his head out of the chassis and smiled: "Don't worry, the villain is just a small city gate official. If you want to open the city gate, you need the approval of the peak. Please wait for a while and wait for the villain to report to you before opening the city gate."

Seeing that Lao Sun had the courage to block himself outside the city after seeing Kanhe, Yang Feng's face immediately sank. Song Ye, who had been standing next to him, saw this and urged him to step forward and point at the city wall and shouted loudly: "Bold, when you see Jiang Ning Bo Yinxin and Kanhe, you dare to block Bo Ye outside the city, aren't you afraid that Bo Ye will punish you later?"

Seeing the military master under the city angry, Lao Sun could no longer bear the lucky ones left in his heart. After a while, the tight gate finally opened slowly, and Yang Feng was able to enter this prosperous city that had a certain number of Ming Dynasty.

After Yang Feng rode his horse into the city, he looked at Lao Sun kneeling on the side of the city gate and said lightly: "You are very smart. If you have to wait until your boss comes to open the door, then the first thing I do after entering the city is to cut off your head and hang it at the city gate to warn you!"

Old Sun said in a trembling voice: "Yes...yes...the kindness of the villain Xie Uncle Hei's grace is not to kill!"

Yang Feng ignored the city gate official who had just made some thoughts and rode his horse towards the city.

After Yang Feng and his long team entered the city, Lao Sun stood up. Only then did he feel that his back was penetrated by sweat.

Yang Feng did not stop at all. Under the guidance of his guide, he went straight to the prefect's office in Yangzhou.

When Yang Feng and his group were walking in the city, countless pairs of eyes were staring at the team that suddenly appeared. At the same time, many people ran around and told each other secretly. When Yang Feng came to the prefect's yamen, Yangzhou magistrate Gao Yannian had led Yangzhou's magistrate, prosecutor, instructor, governing, garrison and other civil and military officials stood at the entrance of the yamen to greet them.

Gao Yannian was about forty years old. With a peaceful face, he looked like a doctor and more than an official. He was wearing a robe and walked over to Yang Feng first and said respectfully: "Gao Yannian, the governor of Yangzhou, led all his colleagues in Yangzhou to meet his uncle!"

"Xiaoguan and others have met Jiang Ningbo!"

Looking at Gao Yannian and others who respectfully bowed to him, Yang Feng took two steps forward and glanced at everyone with a sharp gaze, and then said lightly to Gao Yannian: "Prince Gao invites you. I didn't want to disturb you this time, but I didn't expect to work Gao Yannian to come to greet you, which made me feel a little disgusted."

Just as Yang Feng looked at everyone, the group was also looking at Yang Feng. To be honest, they all knew Yang Feng's purpose of coming to Yangzhou. The salt shop of the royal trading company was burned to death. In the eyes of many people, this was a counterattack by the salt merchants against Yang Feng. It was rumored that this Jiang Ningbo was born overseas. He became a military official because of bribing the eunuch of Nanjing governor Cao Dazhong and served as the Qianhu House of Jiangdongmen. He then fought several times and was promoted to commander of Jiangning Guard, and was transferred to Liaodong for battle. He luckily made a contribution and was valued by His Majesty and named Jiangning Bo.

But this is not the most important thing. Jiang Ningbo’s greatest ability is to transport some strange and lewd things from overseas, and sell them in the Ming Dynasty to make money and then flatter the emperor. He was named Earl. This is what most people present know about Yang Feng.

Just as everyone was thinking about it, Gao Yannian said, "Brother, how about you talking inside?"

"sure!"

"Master...please!" Gao Yannian made a gesture of invitation. Yang Feng was not polite and took the lead in strode. Gao Yannian looked at everyone, and then followed Yang Feng in.

After entering the lobby, everyone sat down one after another. Yang Feng naturally sat in the first place, while Gao Yannian and others sat in the second place. Soon a maid came forward with a tray to serve tea.

After drinking a few sips of tea, Gao Yannian smiled and said to Yang Feng: "Mr., you have been working hard all the way to Yangzhou. Why not let Xiaguan find a place for you to settle down and stay until the evening, and wait for Xiaguan and his colleagues to welcome you at Shenxianju. I wonder what you think?"

Yang Feng shook his head gently: "I appreciate the kindness of the Gao Zhifu, but I didn't come to Yangzhou this time, but I had something to do. A few days ago, the Royal Trading Company of the Ming Dynasty was set on fire at a salt shop in Yangzhou. Three friends were unfortunately killed. Only one shopkeeper escaped by chance. I wonder if these days have passed. Is there any progress in the case by the prefect's office?"
Chapter completed!