Yang Feng, who captured a prefecture city and a county city in two days, did not stop his advancement.

On the third day, he arrived in Qufu.

He came to visit the legendary old friend.

"Master, someone from the Kong family is here!"

Xu Shou bowed devoutly under the high platform carried by dozens of people, and said to Yang Feng who was standing on the throne.

The war drum team, which had expanded to nearly a hundred people behind him, was beating the drums desperately, and behind the high platform in front of him, an army of 20,000 people was rapidly expanding, forming a huge formation that seemed boundless. Everyone was hitting the ground with their weapons in their hands and hitting their shields with their swords. In the chaotic and noisy sound, the roar of killing Hu Ge sounded from time to time. At this moment, these soldiers who were still tenants, fishermen, and even beggars not long ago had entered a religious state of fanaticism.

"Go out! I am about to clean up the portal on behalf of Yan Shenggong. What are these shameless people who defiled Confucius' reputation?"

Yang Feng sneered.

"Master, that's the descendant of the saint!"

Feng Zhen, a new adviser in Yanzhou next to him, said carefully.

He was born as a small landlord. He originally had some land property in his family, but he was directly trapped by a Jurchen centurion. Even his wife was raped and hung up. His children all starved to death. He was eager to stab a Jurchen man on the street and then threw him into a group of bandits. Because he was literate and became a military advisor, they ran to join him after Yang Feng captured Yanzhou. Because of his good brain, they simply became a counselor by Yang Fengshou.

"Follow the saint? Is the saint big or the god big?"

Yang Feng said.

"Well?!"

Feng Zhen quickly shut up.

"Yes, gods are of course bigger than saints. No matter how much Holy Hokage said, they are still mortals. The Grand Marshal is a god who descended to the earth. What is the Kong family? Even if Saint Kong comes in person, he bows his head!"

Xu Shou said excitedly.

Then he stood up, passed through the war drum team, pulled out the knife, carried the scabbard to the Kong family envoy waiting for news, swung the scabbard and smashed it all over the head, causing the latter to flee. Xu Shou chased after him and beat him up, and kept chasing for more than ten feet before stopping, and then stood there arrogantly waving the knife on the city wall, roaring.

"attack!"

Yang Feng waved his hand and said.

He didn't need to do such a small county town. At this time, Qufu City was not in the late Ming Dynasty. Besides, there were no troops in the city, and in fact there were only a few hundred Kong family slaves.

Immediately afterwards, the 20,000 troops rushed forward with ladders, and quickly stepped on the ladder to rush across the moat on the ladder. Dozens of large and round soldiers lit the crock pots and ran the flasks in their hands and threw them towards the city. When the flames of gasoline exploded on the city wall, the slaves of the Kong family were frightened and scattered. Soon, the rebels climbed up the city wall. As more and more people rushed up the city wall, the fate of the small city was destined. Half an hour later, Yang Feng was already standing in front of the chaotic gate of the Kong Mansion.

"After becoming a saint, you should be an example of clothes. When the barbarians invade, even if they cannot fight for the bloody battle for the country, they should also follow Yan Shenggong to cross the south to show that they are not stained with fishy smell. Why did the barbarians be willing to be a Jurchen lackey? Now the general is punished for the crime of heaven, and Daierzu punishes the rebellion. Dai Yan Shenggong cleans up the door, drags it out, beheads and shows the public, and sends the head to Xuzhou to transfer Yan Shenggong!"

Yang Feng pointed to the Jin Dynasty version of Yansheng Gong Kong Zheng and shouted.

Kong Zheng, who had just attacked Fengyan Shenggong because his father was killed by him, was stunned and threw himself at Yang Feng's feet without hesitation, hugging his thighs and cried, but this was useless. Two soldiers immediately stepped forward, one of them dragged his arms and dragged Kong Zheng to the gate of the Kong family like a dead dog. The other two soldiers dragged a guillotine over, and as Kong Zheng's struggle and cried, he stuffed his head under the guillotine. The soldier holding the hilt of the knife suddenly pressed it without hesitation, and a head rolled to the ground as blood splattered.

"Catch all the male members of the Kong family and follow me alone, and send them to Yan Shenggong for disposal when the coach returns to triumphantly."

Yang Feng continued.

Of course, it is another matter that he can have a few left on his triumphant day. These noble men with rich clothes and food may not be able to withstand the pain of wandering and displaced. Maybe they will have to get plague halfway through. In short, next...

Then they disappeared into the crowd.

"Where is that woman?"

Xu Shou asked hurriedly.

"Women? Women and brothers are separated!"

Yang Feng said.

The soldiers behind him cheered and immediately rushed into the Kong family's gate.

"Also, don't forget to light a fire after cleaning it. This place has been defiled by the barbarians. I think Confucius would not sleep underground, so I might as well burn it all and purify it thoroughly. When the Yan Shenggong returns, he will rebuild it himself!"

Yang Feng shouted behind the soldiers.

These soldiers were obviously unconditionally obeyed the words of the Marshal. In the mansion that was cleared that night, all people and property were gone, a raging fire immediately ignited. The poor people in Qufu were counting their harvests happily, while joining the rebel soldiers around this brilliant mansion, admiring the fire that soared into the sky and dyed the sky red.

Confucius underground can finally rest in peace.

Accompanied by the flames soaring into ruins in the fire, people could finally stop looking at him with suspicion and disgust.

Well, this is called purification.

Of course, what will happen to this land in the future is not something Yang Feng needs to care about.

The capture of Qufu allowed him to obtain the largest income in the past three days. The Kong family, which included the rewards of the Emperor of the Song Dynasty and the rewards of the Emperor of the Jin Dynasty, had a total of 300 hectares, that is, 30,000 acres, or 90,000 acres of land. The amount of grain stored in Yanzhou even exceeded that of Yanzhou, not to mention the money they accumulated over generations. It can be said that all the incomes in Rencheng and Yanzhou were not as good as the income of a Confucius Mansion. Yang Feng was still a simple word for the handling of this windfall.

"There are all the shares, and all the officers and soldiers have their share. I have said that there are blessings and difficulties to share!"

Yang Feng said.

"Master, we have to ask for military rations too!"

Feng Zhen said carefully.

"There is no need to worry about military rations. There are countless warehouses for us to save. However, there is one thing that must be told to my brothers. I want to continue to move forward and fight northward, so their relatives will lose their protection after the army leaves. So I will share the money and grain to them, and then hand it over to their families. Their family will take the money and grain south to Xuzhou by boat. This place flows along the Si River. It takes less than two days to reach Xuzhou. Someone will resettle them after arriving in Xuzhou."

Yang Feng continued.

He was not worried about military rations. No city in front of him could last for more than one day. Since he was worried about military rations, he could just grab the official warehouse and grab the local tyrants and evil gentry and Jurchen landlords. Why can't a county raise tens of thousands of people to eat for two or three days? Even if it really doesn't work, he can still ask Xiaoqian to airdrop supplies. He cares about his relatives.

His current tactics are standard, whether it is to kill or bury.

He killed all the Jin officials.

He killed all the landlords and gentry who cooperated with the Jin Kingdom.

These people formed the entire system of the original regime, which means that he had completely cleaned up, but he could not establish a new regime to manage the occupied areas. After all, this required a large number of talents, and no one of his subordinates had the ability to manage the local area.

In fact, he was not ready to manage it.

Now he is like a bandit, constantly destroying all order along the way, creating more bandits, and making the people from all over the world become enemies, and then he ignores his hands to force these people with no choice to migrate to his real control area. The final result is to turn the entire northwestern Shandong into an unmanned area, and move all the people in this area south to enrich his own real control area. No matter what he wants to do in southern Shandong and northern Jiangsu, he must have enough population to support it.

The first phase of the control area he envisioned was the water network plain of nearly 20,000 square kilometers, with Xuzhou and Sizhou as the western boundary, Huaihe River in the south, the sea in the east, and the modern Zaozhuang in the north, and Linyi.

This is the richest granary.

The population of Lianyungang alone exceeds five million in modern times, and the entire area is more than 20 million. So under the current technical conditions, there should be no great pressure for a population of two million.

And now?

It is probably not that he brought out from Bianliang that there is not even 500,000.

He needs a population.

He wants to promote new crops, he wants to open factories, he wants to expand his army, and he even wants to build a navy. It is completely impossible to have a population of one million. Naturally, it is too slow to grow. It is difficult for refugees to generate a large number of people after the Song and Jin dynasties. In this way, if you want to quickly expand the population, you can only adopt this kind of insidious method.

"Master, if that's the case..."

Xu Shou hesitated for a moment.

"There is nothing like this and that. I will leave after all. Even if I leave you to guard these places, do you think you can keep it?"

Yang Feng said.

Xu Shou quickly shut up.

"Tell the villagers that I have immortal seeds from heaven, which can produce thousands of kilograms per mu. It has begun to be planted in Xuzhou. As my confidants, of course, you must also enjoy the gift of God. However, the number of such good things is very limited, and it will take a long time to gradually promote them. If you don't go, then you can give this kind of good thing to others first!"

Yang Feng said earnestly.

"The Lord of the Subordinate!"

Xu Shou said immediately.

As for how to organize the southward migration, it will be handed over to these subordinates. Anyway, the soldiers under Yang Feng are all locals and have their own relatives and young people. Now they are in a fanatical worship of the marshal. It is easy to speak to the marshal, not to mention the temptation of the immortal species. As for how to move south, it is even simpler. It is just the upstream and downstream of the Si Shui River. If you can get a wooden raft, you can drift to Xuzhou within two days. Otherwise, Yang Feng would not have chosen this place to start. He just liked the transportation advantages of this area.
Chapter completed!