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Chapter 82 Local tyrants

The peace-loving Changzhou people have witnessed the horror of war for the first time.

Under the dizzying sky, hundreds of heads hung at the entrance of the downtown Changzhou. These people are the upper class in Changzhou. They used to have to serve dozens of people for dinner. Now they only need a rope tied with a braid and hung on the wooden pole.

On both sides, there are white and black hangings hanging on the letter:

Manchu was dressed and full of hair, with a look of shame, with rivers and mountains, blood, and anger.

A braid removal announcement was posted at the entrance of the downtown city, which read a poem by Gu Yanwu: Once you hold scissors, cut my half-head and half-bad head. Chinese people are safe and live a life, it is better to die than to survive. Those who cut off their rat tails and keep their hair back will not blame them.

There were endless officials coming from Suzhou, and those who had escaped from the north were registered. Many of them were sent to Changzhou this time to appoint officials from Changzhou. Although these people were unable to resist the Qing soldiers, they were actually not responsible. They had no soldiers or food in their hands, so they chose to flee south instead of surrender, which shows that they were still a bit honest.

The troops from all over Zhejiang also went to the front line of Changzhou to more or less. Hou Xuanyan specially transferred Zhu Dadian to Changzhou to cooperate with Yan Yingyuan to prepare for the first line of defense in the Nanming.

After the reopening of commercial tax in Suzhou, Gu Youde, the richest man, took the lead in supporting him. Although the others were unwilling to accept it, no one dared to make a first bird with Gu Youde in front of him. In just a few days, the silver and money in Suzhou's treasury had been much more abundant. Xia Yunyi and others were busy resettling refugees and resuming production, and they also improved.

Gu Youde was so enlightened this time, Hou Xuanyan reciprocated his favor and promoted Gu Shouzheng to the prefect of Changzhou. Now it is a chaotic autumn, so you can naturally promote people without any restrictions. Otherwise, it would be difficult to become a prefect by relying on Gu Shouzheng to be the imperial examination and enrollment of a scholar.

As the saying goes, it is said that if you are very smart, you can use seven points, and the remaining three points will be left to keep your descendants. Gu Youde, the old fox, is smart for a lifetime, but seems to have used up all the intelligence of his descendants. One of the three sons is too vulgar and short-sighted, and can only see small profits. The second son is too good, has a good character, but has no power. The third son is confused and careless.

He also saw clearly that no one could carry forward his family business. If the second brother stayed at the right position, he might be able to develop in the officialdom with the help of noble people. Otherwise, with the aura of a scholar, there would be no bones that would have been dissolved in the officialdom that could have been left with the cannibalism.

Gu Shouzheng was full of passion and rushed to Changzhou excitedly. Before he even arrived at the yamen, he saw more than a hundred heads in the downtown area. He looked at the "Jiuman" poems on both sides. He was about to applaud, but he saw that there were still many young children in the heads.

Gu Shouzheng was speechless and came to the yamen to see Hou Xuanyan who was preparing for defense.

When Hou Xuanyan saw that he was coming, he smiled and welcomed him into the house.

"Why are the second uncle so depressed?"

"Wen Yuan, I see the heads on the street and the children of a few years. What can they know? If their parents surrender to the enemy, they can kill adults. Such a young child..."

Hou Xuanyan turned around and said, "They enjoyed the generous life brought by their fathers to the enemy, and they had to bear such a crime. If it weren't for me, Hou Xuanyan, these people would have grown up and watched their fathers kneel at the feet of the Manchus since childhood, and they would have become the next group of traitors in Changzhou, making accomplices for tigers and oppressing their compatriots. Have you seen a few descendants of Baoyi Aha who could recognize their ancestors and fight for the Han people?

When these little kids grow up, those descendants of the Han people who are unwilling to kneel at the feet of foreign races can only exploit and oppress them, their children and grandchildren work hard for them, and their daughters are happy for them as slaves. The second uncle is a good thing to be kind, but he cannot be kind to women. You must know that what is going to perish now is not only the Ming Dynasty, but the blood of our Han people."

Gu Shouzheng's face turned red, his face was ashamed, and he lowered his head and said, "You are right..."

Hou Xuanyan laughed and said, "You came from Suzhou afar. You should have held a banquet for you, but now everything is busy. Please return to your position as soon as possible."

Officials from Suzhou bowed to him, and the situation they thought was desperate suddenly took a turn, and everyone was holding back their energy and wanted to reorganize the mountains and rivers.

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In Kunshan County, in a quiet courtyard, the sound of stringed and bamboo orchestras plays. The music of the ding-dong dong in the pavilion is like playing the yangqin, with endless melody

A naked beauty with a slender waist, suddenly she tiptoed lightly on her toes, twisted her willow waist and actually danced.

I saw her skirt as thin as a cicada's wing intertwined, her slender legs jumped and moved, her soft legs were elastic, her petite figure kept flying in the pavilion, and her plump breasts swayed like waves.

The vocal music stopped with the beauty, and a cheer burst out from the pavilion. A thin young man with a soft eyes applauded and raised his glass and said, "Okay, okay! Yun'er is worthy of being the first-class chicken in the tram in Kunshan County. Come on, I will enjoy the wine!"

Although the beauty was humiliated by him, she did not dare to show anger because she was a local snake in Kunshan and the young head of the Ye family.

Ye Fangli was born with peach blossom eyes. His brother passed the Jinshi and went to Tai'an Prefecture, Shandong to work as the Laiwu Order. He was the only one left in the Ye family, who was in charge of the family industry. In his opinion, being a local emperor in Kunshan is much more comfortable than being a small county magistrate.

The beauty named Yun'er refused to let her go, so she took the wine cup, but Ye Fangli hugged her in her arms, splashing her head and face full of wine, and even her hair was wet.

Ye Fangli pinched her cherry mouth with his hand, picked up the wine pot and poured it in. Yun'er felt so uncomfortable that she didn't dare to swallow it. After Ye Fangli finished pouring it, the beauty sipped the wine in her mouth.

At this time, a servant came in and saw this erotic scene and secretly swallowed.

Ye Fangli pushed her and joked, "Why, do you want to try it too?"

The servant laughed and said, "I dare not, but I don't have this blessing."

Ye Fangli kicked the foot and said with a grim smile: "I said you have it, you have it. You can do it in this pavilion. I want to see a view."

Yun'er was shy and endured the dirt. He knew that this young master Ye was tyrannical and had a deep root in Kunshan. It was not something she could do if a woman in a happy place could disobey. She gently removed Luo Shang and closed her eyes with tears. When the servant saw it, he was very excited and rushed forward in an ugly manner, and he was about to go on a rainy day.

At this time, Ye Fangli looked at it with relish and opened his mouth and asked, "What are you going to find me? Don't stop, just talk while doing it."

The servant licked his lips and said, "Brother back, a group of tax collectors came to Suzhou. They read the account books in our stores and said they wanted to recharge the commercial tax."

Ye Fangli's face changed, and he kicked the servant who was shaking his bare butt to the ground.

"Calculate the merchant tax? Arrange a few untouchables for me and make them."

The servant knelt on the ground and said, "Young Master, that's the person played by Hou Xuan in Suzhou. I heard that he is in the limelight now. Even Gu Youde listened to his words and paid the tax obediently."
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