Chapter Nine hundred and twentieth-eighth: open the killing ring (1)
Wang Junlin asked all the master craftsmen to spit out all the money they had deducted over the years. This was not a small amount. If you calculate it carefully, it is estimated that all the master craftsmen would have to spend all their current wealth to plug this hole.
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It is said that killing someone's money is like killing one's parents. What Wang Junlin did was not only cut off people's money, but also bankrupt these great craftsmen. This was simply killing them. How could they just sit back and wait for death? Naturally, they would try their best to fight Wang Junlin.
The master craftsmen felt that a unified strike was not enough. They also used their familiarity with the operation of the salt works and their many years of control over the salt workers and salt slaves to coerce and induce all the salt workers and salt slaves to also go on strike.
"Sir, what should I do? Otherwise, give the master craftsmen more time or charge them less money." Dong Kang saw the change in Wang Junlin's expression, his eyes flashed, and he said with expectation.
Qian Zhengkuo didn't say anything, but looking at his expression, you could tell he meant the same thing.
However, to the surprise of Dong Kang and Qian Zhengkuo, Wang Junlin was surprised and horrified, but his face was filled with inexplicable excitement. He chuckled and said, "I really didn't disappoint you. I wouldn't have made such a big fuss.
It’s so pointless to kill people!”
"ah?"
"What?"
Dong Kang and Qian Zhengkuo looked surprised and completely dumbfounded. This time they were acting in their true colors, and they were really surprised.
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Wang Junlin, surrounded by hundreds of guards including Zhang Tiangang, took the anxious Dong Kang and Qian Zhengkuo to the No. 1 Salt Field, where salt workers and slaves were gathered, as well as of course more than forty master craftsmen.
When the king came, the place was completely silent. I don't know what the master craftsmen did or said, but they actually gathered the salt workers and salt slaves who were already attracted to the prefect, to carry out a silent strike.
Wang Junlin knows that salt workers and salt slaves are actually the groups most easily deceived and deceived, and sometimes the most short-sighted. Therefore, it is sometimes said that "the eyes of the masses are sharp", which is wrong. On the contrary, the truth is often
in the hands of a few.
When Wang Junlin and his party arrived, everyone's eyes naturally focused on Wang Junlin. Five chief craftsmen led forty-seven master craftsmen standing in front of him.
At the front, Wang Junlin looked at Wang Junlin expressionlessly. Although he was a little uneasy and nervous, he also had a certain confidence. After all, a one-day strike in the salt works would cost tens of thousands of taels of silver, and the salt tax paid by the county to the court would be affected.
, His Majesty the Emperor and the imperial court blamed him, even the prefect did not want to see it!
But what they didn't know was that the hundreds of guards following Wang Junlin were sharpening their swords and getting ready to kill.
Dong Kang has also ordered two thousand salt workers to stand by outside. Of course, this strike is different from the past spontaneous strikes by humble salt workers, but is organized by the master craftsmen representing the Lu family. Although these salt workers obey Dong Kang's orders,
But in fact, they are closer to the Lu family than Dong Kang, and they are also close to the master craftsmen, so they will not really want to suppress this strike.
As Wang Junlin approached, the faces of the salt workers and salt slaves gradually showed a look of fear. Although they were informed that they did not have to work today, and they would have meat to eat in the evening, each person would be given half a catty of grain afterwards, and then
Everyone was brought here happily, but soon there were secret rumors that the master craftsmen wanted to trick them into going on strike and confronting the prefect.
Therefore, they were only intimidated by the past power of the master craftsmen, plus the meat and food at night, so they remained silent for a while. However, with the arrival of the prefect, they remembered the misery of the previous strikes when they were suppressed by the saltmen.
Naturally, I was very scared.
At the front, five chief craftsmen and more than forty master craftsmen wearing blue clothes forced themselves to calm down and bowed to Wang Junlin, and this time they learned a lesson and went directly with the salt workers and salt slaves.
He knelt down and bowed, thinking not to give Wang Junlin a chance to get angry.
Wang Junlin glanced at the tens of thousands of people kneeling and had no intention of letting them get up, because this way everyone could see clearly what he would do next. He said calmly: "Why are you gathering here instead of
Go boil the salt?”
"Lord Qi, there is a reason for not going to work today." It was the master craftsman named Lu, with a trace of resentment flashing deep in his eyes, and he said: "The sea wind was too strong yesterday and the salt boiler was damaged.
Tools, so there is no way to boil salt today."
Although the master craftsmen in charge are doing a very stupid thing, they are not idiots. Of course they know not to openly say that they are on strike, otherwise if Wang Junlin really happens,
They went crazy and had their heads chopped off. It was really reasonable. No matter how they explained it, they still had to be able to live on the surface. The prefect also wanted to save face. It was not good to push the prefect to the extreme all of a sudden. After all, they just didn't want to lose everything.
, as long as today's strike can make the prefects back down and let them pay half the money, it will be considered a success.
Wang Junlin suddenly shouted: "How come you master craftsmen can't even look at the tools for making salt?"
When the chief craftsman surnamed Lu heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the prefect was indeed on his way, and the bargaining process would follow. However, they never understood that they were not qualified to bargain with Wang Junlin.
"The tools for cooking salt are so important, but you, the five master craftsmen in charge, allowed them to be damaged, causing the salt field to be unable to boil salt, which directly affected the court's salt tax. This is a serious crime, and according to our laws in the Sui Dynasty, we should be punished. Someone will come and kill these five people."
I chopped off the head of the chief craftsman."
The chief craftsman surnamed Lu was stunned. The other four chief craftsmen suspected that they heard the wrong words. The other chief craftsmen were dumbfounded. All the salt workers and salt slaves suspected that they were dreaming.
As soon as Wang Junlin finished speaking, Zhang Tiangang waved his hand, and ten guards who had been prepared for a long time came forward. One of them was the master craftsman, one was responsible for pressing down on the ground, and the other drew his sword and put it directly on the five people who were completely beaten.
The frightened master craftsman was on the back of his head and neck.
Wang Junlin waved his hand, and the five guards raised their knives and prepared to chop them down.
Dong Kang, Qian Zhengkuo and others finally reacted and knelt down in front of Wang Junlin. Dong Kang shouted in panic: "Sir, please show mercy!"
Qian Zhengkuo also knelt down and shouted: "Sir, we can't kill them! Why don't you put them in jail first, investigate them thoroughly, and then kill them."
At this time, the five master craftsmen in charge came to their senses completely and realized that the governor really wanted to kill them. He really wanted to kill them regardless of the Lu family, the salt cooking procedures and corresponding skills in their minds.
The five master craftsmen in charge began to struggle desperately, but how could they break free from the hands of the five guards with strong martial arts skills? They just kicked off the floating soil on the ground with their feet, making a rustling sound, and begged for mercy with a cry: "Sir, spare my life, sir."
Spare your life! We don’t dare to do it anymore, we were wrong, we will make up for it immediately..."
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