Qingzhou is a big city with a population of hundreds of thousands. The amount of food these hundreds of thousands of people eat every day is very large. Especially the number of people in the city who are not engaged in production is also very small. These people will be used in later generations.
They are people with non-agricultural registered permanent residence. These people do not have land.
These people without land naturally need to buy what they eat. Where to buy it is naturally in the rice stores opened by grain merchants. There are four largest grain merchants in Qingzhou City, namely Zheng, Wang, Hong,
The Sun family may not necessarily be the richest people in Qingzhou Prefecture, but they must be the ones with the most food in Qingzhou City.
After receiving the invitation from Pang Gang, these four grain merchants all adopted an attitude, that is, they threw the invitations in their hands into the wastebasket. They regarded the newly promoted Lingshan Wei Qianhu from the bottom of their hearts.
Look down on it. Although they don't hold any official positions, with the criss-crossing network and huge personal connections behind them, do they need to take seriously the thousands of households in a single health center? Maybe put it on the invitation
If his name were changed to Qingzhou Magistrate or Du Commander Yamen, it would be almost the same.
Arrogant? Yes, it is so arrogant! At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the prototype of capitalism had been quietly born. In the Ming Dynasty, they relied on their strong financial resources to hire the best teachers and provide the best education for the children of the family.
The environment allowed them to participate in the imperial examinations after they had achieved academic success. With the advantage of winning at the starting line and more than a hundred years of hard work, these merchants and gentry had formed a huge civil servant group in the imperial court.
Together with the chief ministers of the cabinet, they have also become the spokespersons of the civil service group. They are not responsible to the emperor, but have objectively become the highest political representatives of the civil service group. If they go against the will of most civil servants in order to cater to the emperor,
They must endure tremendous mental pressure and even pay a huge price. Under this background, the merchant gentry group of the Ming Dynasty has become a very huge force in the entire country. Under the motto of "not competing with the people for profit"
The slogan is to buy and sell private salt, monopolize the commercial market, factories and mines. In order to achieve the purpose of making money, they can do anything at the risk of the world's disapproval. Therefore, in their view, thousands of households in a small health center like Pang Gang dare to let them open their own granaries.
To them, releasing grain to relieve those who are nothing more than ants with mud legs is simply the most ridiculous and ridiculous thing in the world.
But are things really ridiculous and funny? Today Pang Gang wants to let them know what will happen when power and wealth meet the army and steel swords.
The sky was bright and the residents of Qingzhou City were still sleeping. A group of heavily armed soldiers trotted all the way to a house located in the southeast area of Qingzhou City. This house looked very gorgeous just from the outside. Qingzhou City
The tall wall made of bricks and green tiles, the vermilion gate, the bright copper ring, and the two large stone lions placed in front of the mansion all demonstrate the power and wealth of the owner of the mansion. On this gate
The plaque reads "Zheng Mansion" in two large gold characters in gold paint.
The leader of this group of soldiers is our Pang Gang who was defeated last night. At this time, Pang Gang, like all the soldiers, was covered in iron armor and held a scimitar with a cold light in his hand.
Pang Gang walked slowly to the gate of the mansion, looked coldly at the two lanterns hanging in front of the gate, turned around and asked the people behind him: "Dazhuang, are the soldiers ready?"
The man behind him, who was also wearing a pair of chainmail and holding a sword, said in a low voice: "Master Qi, the brothers have surrounded this house. I guarantee that they won't be able to fly out even a fly."
Pang Gang shouted in a low voice: "Then why are you still standing there? Hurry and break the door open for me!"
"yes!"
Da Zhuang responded and waved his hand, and immediately sixteen soldiers with big muscles and round waists came to the gate carrying a log as thick as an ocean bowl. Following the order from the small flag standing next to him, the soldiers shouted
The chant started and the door was knocked open.
"Boom...boom...boom..."
The huge sound spread throughout the street like a monster's roar in this cold and silent morning.
Old Wangtou is over 50 years old. He used to work as a tenant in the countryside and became a concierge in the Zheng Mansion through the help of his distant nephew who was a steward in the Zheng Mansion. To be honest, he has been a concierge since he became one.
His life in the end was much better than before when he was a tenant. The Zheng Mansion was one of the largest grain merchants in Qingzhou Prefecture. Naturally, there was no shortage of food in the house. Lao Wangtou was not only well fed and clothed here, but also had the requirements from time to time.
Thanks to the filial piety of the small merchants that the master works for, he pockets no less than five taels of extra money every month just from these filial piety. Not to mention how comfortable his life is.
Last night, Old Wangtou and a few people from the Zheng Mansion drank together all night. It was not until midnight that he returned to his concierge and fell asleep. He never thought that there would be a ringing sound at the gate in front of the house before dawn.
There was a crashing sound like the earth was shaking. Old Wangtou, who was disturbed from his sweet dream, was so angry that he randomly approved some clothes and rushed out of the concierge. He walked to the door and was about to curse, but before he could say it,
The door made of hard iron wood collapsed, and a group of people rushed in amid a puff of dust and smoke.
Seeing this situation, the old Wangtou, who was still drunk, was so angry that he yelled: "You bastards, do you know whose mansion this is? This is Mr. Zheng's home. How dare you break the door of our Zheng mansion? Do you know
Knowing how much of a crime you have committed, I tell you that as long as our master sends a name card to the government office, you will all have to sit in jail! Why don't you all stop and say... to...
"
Suddenly, Lao Wangtou's originally loud shout suddenly became quieter. It turned out that the tip of a cold knife had been placed on his neck. The coldness from the tip of the knife seemed to be transmitted to his heart, filling his mind with thoughts.
The drunkenness turned into cold sweat streaming down his forehead.
A cold voice came from in front of me, "Shut up, I am asking you now, where does the master of your Zheng Mansion live?"
As the voice came, Old Wangtou's slightly presbyopic eyes began to dim and saw clearly what was happening in front of him. At this time, standing in front of him was a tall man wearing armor.
The Ming Dynasty officer in the red mandarin duck battle coat was looking at him coldly at this moment, and the handle of the knife on his neck was in his hand. From his cold eyes, the old man's head was clear.
There is no doubt that as long as the word "no" comes out of one's mouth, the knife will cut off one's neck without hesitation in the next moment like killing a chicken.
"Master, please spare your life, Master, please spare your life, our master is resting in the backyard." Lao Wangtou, who had been buried in the throat by the loess, had a very deep understanding of the principle of not taking the immediate losses, and he answered immediately, and even pointed his finger at the answer.
Understand the direction.
The officer who put the knife on Lao Wangtou's neck was Pang Gang. After listening to Lao Wangtou's words, he pointed his hand to the southeast and ordered, "Everyone, please listen to me and surround this mansion."
, no one is allowed to escape, and anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!
"yes!"
The hundreds of soldiers who gathered behind Pang Gang responded in unison, and immediately began to rush in towards the inner courtyard with swords, guns and firearms.
Soon, the originally peaceful and solemn mansion was filled with bursts of sharp screams...
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