Chapter 235

Whether Yanzhou Prefecture is chaotic or not, Qufu County has the final say.

Every move of Qufu County now involves the attention of too many people.

The county yamen is not a place where secrets can be kept. Shen Li's attitude towards the rioters and He Xinyin's whereabouts were immediately known to outsiders.

Kong Cheng-hou, Meng Yanpu, and others stood side by side on the city wall of Qufu County, looking at He Xinyin's back as he left the city from afar.

"Actually so arrogant, going alone, should we send someone to take He Xinyin..."

Meng Yanpu raised his palm, wiped it horizontally, and continued the unfinished meaning in his words.

Kong Cheng-hou frowned, feeling displeased in his heart.

Meng Yanpu is a side-line face of the Meng family in Zouxian, originally responsible for connecting the wealthy families in Zou City to make trouble.

As a result, this guy saw the Hai Yushi An Jiuyu passing through to suppress the riot, and he didn't dare to make a sound, lying that the patriarch was watching closely and it was not easy to make small moves.

Oh, he knew how to protect himself, but as a result, he immediately stood up when he arrived in Qufu County, instigating him to kill someone who was registered in front of the Emperor?

Does he think Kong Cheng-hou is stupid, or is he afraid that the old Kong family will not be destroyed fast enough?

Don't look at how crazy Shen Li is now. It is no exaggeration to say that killing wealthy families is like grass.

Everyone has retracted the tentacles of Qufu County, and even Ge Cheng only left a few people to remotely control the overall situation.

Can Meng Yanpu not know how tense the situation is?

In the final analysis, it is because he saw that the riot in Yanzhou Prefecture had already started, and he couldn't wait for Shen Li to pour his anger on the Kong family—the two major millennium families curled up in one place, and there is no lack of conflict of interest.

Kong Cheng-hou suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and said yin and yang: "Then it is better to draw the salary from the bottom of the pot and kill Shen Li directly."

If He Xinyin dies, Shen Li will mostly plow Qufu again.

If Shen Li dies, it will be the turn of the Shandong Governor to plow Yanzhou Prefecture again.

Seeing Kong Cheng-hou's reaction, Meng Yanpu knew that his small thoughts had been pierced, but he still didn't change his face: "Brother is joking, we are all obedient people of the dynasty, let alone these rebellious words."

He paused and sighed: "I'm just afraid that He Xinyin will spoil things."

"He Xinyin is a famous Confucian scholar who resists taxes and kills officials, an unparalleled hero who forms societies in the four seas. He has stabbed the Emperor from above, and has been preaching for decades from below. His reputation among the people really cannot be underestimated."

"Look at the followers around him, who were driven by us to kill officials, and then served He Xinyin, which can be seen."

"If he is allowed to negotiate, I am afraid that these rioters will immediately

be bewitched by him."

Meng Yanpu is a few years older, and his face is thick enough.

Seeing that he couldn't use Kong Cheng-hou as a gun, he began to render how powerful He Xinyin was, and probed Kong Cheng-hou's bottom.

This time Kong Cheng-hou didn't react.

He snorted coldly with confidence: "No need to add extra branches! No matter how powerful he is, Ge Cheng is surrounded by our people. Unless the imperial court is willing to stop the survey, it will definitely not be negotiated!"

The so-called millennium family, the main family is often fat, and the side branches are difficult to feed.

In the two hundred years of the dynasty, it was not easy for the side branches to make a family foundation based on the name of the old Kong family. It is simply unreasonable to say that the survey is about to be measured!

As long as the imperial court is unwilling to take back the order, let alone the small He Xinyin coming forward to negotiate, even if the Duke of Yansheng wants to cooperate with the imperial court, these side branches will never agree!

Meng Yanpu heard this and realized that Kong Cheng-hou actually controlled Ge Cheng!

He was relieved.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It is the Kong family after all. The side branches still have such a background, and his status is similar, but he can't catch up.

It made him have the ability, but he could only look at people's faces, and even had to probe from this stupid guy in front of him.

Meng Yanpu was jealous, but he didn't show it on the surface, and continued to probe: "Since this is the case, is there anything I need to cooperate with in the matter of taking down Shen Li later?"

Governors and governors are different.

The provincial, prefectural, county, and township levels are the orthodox officials of the dynasty, the so-called bureaucratic system.

Like Hai Rui's salt tax and Shen Li's land measurement, they are set up for the matter.

To put it ugly, it is similar to the eunuchs of the Eastern Depot and the nobles of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, all responsible only for the Emperor's own will.

In the words of the Persians, this is called an oligarchy.

No matter what, as long as it is within the bureaucratic framework, it can always be digested; and if the dynasty engages in oligarchy, it will be like this now, the country will not be a country, and riots will arise everywhere.

Therefore, in order for the survey to set things right, a governor like Shen Li must be taken down.

This is a long-standing tradition, but the methods are different each time.

As for how to do it specifically this time, Yin Gao and Kong Cheng-hou did not reveal it to him after he declined to organize the riot in Zouxian.

Kong Cheng-hou did not notice Meng Yanpu's probing, but shook his head unfathomably: "No need for help, just watch him fail."

Meng Yanpu is most familiar with Kong Cheng-hou's temper.

Seeing Kong Cheng-hou with his nostrils facing the sky, he immediately showed a stupid look

appearance, making a fuss: "Watch him fail?"

"Could it be that there are high-ranking officials in the court who are against the survey like you and me?"

According to the convention, as long as he looks stupid enough, Kong Cheng-hou will inevitably start to be a teacher, and talk about it impatiently and proudly.

Sure enough.

Kong Cheng-hou glanced at Meng Yanpu contemptuously: "The Wenhua Hall is full of new parties, where are there any high-ranking officials against the survey."

Meng Yanpu looked forward to it: "Then brother's meaning is..."

Kong Cheng-hou raised his head reservedly: "In the words of the Emperor, there are no factions within the party, and it is strange."

He sold a pass.

Meng Yanpu shook his head blankly.

Kong Cheng-hou explained with satisfaction: "Shen Li, this guy, has no son, is cynical, and is stupid and brainless."

"Since this guy measured the fields, he advocated sweeping away the fallen leaves in autumn, cutting the mess with a quick knife, and using the toughest attitude to complete the survey in the fastest time."

"Before arriving in Shandong, the verification of the Land Measurement Office in Beizhili only took one month. The work was rough, inhumane, impeached several derelict officials, and arrested countless guilty wealthy families... these people have intricate relationships in the court, and even attracted the commoners to hit with shoulder poles..."

"Just because of this, the Baoding Prefecture and the Zhili Governor successively memorialized to impeach Shen Li."

"Even Shen Shixing came forward to persuade, saying that governing a big country is like cooking small fresh food, discussing difficulties in detail, encountering opposition and pulling silk, the imperial court should complete this survey with the most stable posture."

"Finally, although the Emperor came forward to suppress the dispute, but... you say that this riot happened, and then make good use of Shen Li's intention to kill the people, what will the central government become?"

Meng Yanpu heard this and showed a sudden realization—this time it was not pretending, it was really sudden.

The background of the Meng family is indeed a grade worse than the Kong family, and the situation in the court is not very clear.

Although Meng Yanpu had felt it vaguely, it was like looking at flowers in the fog, not very clear.

Now that he was pointed out, he suddenly reacted!

Yes! Where is the monolithic society! When is there no party struggle in the imperial court!

Even if the Emperor dismissed and eliminated the essence during the southern suburb sacrifice, and only the new party was left in the court, it could not avoid party struggle.

In things like reform, there are always people who are not radical enough and are beaten into the moderate faction—Shen Shixing's gentle temper, encountering a stupid person like Shen Li, it is strange that the two sides don't have differences!

Meng Yanpu probed almost enough and prepared to say goodbye.

However, as soon as he moved, he seemed to remember something.

He looked at Kong Cheng-hou, showed a stupid look again, and asked pretendingly: "Speaking of which, even if Shen Li falls, the Emperor will just change someone else. What should we do then?"

Land measurement is not the will of one person.

Since the Jiajing and Longqing reigns, the land tax of the imperial court could not be collected at all. Before the salt tax reform, the imperial court was once in a state of being unable to open the pot.

This decision to measure the land was simply the outbreak of the imperial court's instinct for survival.

It is not something that can be stopped by one Shen Li stepping down.

Kong Cheng-hou raised his head reservedly again and shouted.

He looked confident: "Changing people is inevitable."

"However, if it is also stupid and brainless, and inhumane, then it will not take long to be driven back. Hai Rui in the Longqing reign, and Shen Li now, are no different."

"And if that kind of high-ranking official who understands that things are slow and round takes over..."

Kong Cheng-hou paused: "Do you know what Sun Piyang did in Nanzhili?"

Meng Yanpu's blank expression gave the answer.

Kong Cheng-hou said meaningfully: "Taking Xiuning County as an example, based on the 310 li of Xiuning household registration, one li is one map, and a map official is set up; the ten li in the county town are divided into four corners, and a corner official is set up; the 300 li outside the county town are divided into 33 du, and a du official is set up."

"These three officials must be held by one person who is upright and honest."

"Land disputes in the survey are also mediated by the three officials, and the government generally does not come forward."

"Sun Piyang only requested that the land area be 30% higher than previous years."

"You say, is it that both sides have an explanation?"

Meng Yanpu's heart moved.

He first exaggeratedly sighed: "Sun Lishan is loyal to the monarch and loves the country, and does not lose human feelings. He is really a simple and honest elder."

Then he showed his tail: "Then, our current Governor Yu is a simple and honest elder? Should we calculate it?"

Hearing the name of Yu Youting, Kong Cheng-hou immediately looked solemn.

He kept a straight face and said from a high position: "Brother Meng, don't act rashly. Yu Youting is the student of Governor Yin. Leave it to Yin Gao to persuade him first, and then calculate."

Meng Yanpu was in the game, and at this time he finally understood the planning of these people.

He showed a small-man-proud smile, shook hands and patted shoulders with Kong Cheng-hou, said goodbye to each other, and then left.

Turning around and walking down the city tower, Meng Yanpu scanned the Qufu city behind him expressionlessly.

Sighed in his heart.

I hope not to be led into the ditch by these people.

Similarly, whether Shandong is chaotic or not, Yanzhou Prefecture has the final say.

The fief of the Lu Kingdom, the Duke of Yansheng of the Kong family, the Governor Shen Li, and the Governor Yin Shidan are all crowded in this small prefecture.

Of course, now we must add the Shandong Governor Yu Youting who came from Jinan early and just stepped into the Yanzhou Prefecture border.

Early and just, it is actually because the Governor's guard walked on the official road for a long time, which seems to reflect the psychological contradiction of Governor Yu.

"You mean, the riot in Yanzhou Prefecture this time is behind the teacher's eldest son Yin Gao!?"

Yu Youting pulled his son Yu Tingjia into the carriage, lifted the curtain to reveal half his head to disperse the followers, and then lowered his voice to confirm again and again.

Yu Tingjia nodded with a solemn expression: "That guy came to find me and said it himself."

"It's really blatant." After confirmation, Yu Youting muttered to himself with a bad expression, "What did he say to you."

Committing a monstrous case, and daring to take the initiative to admit it, it is simply bold!

Is it Yin Shidan's meaning?

No, impossible!

Yin Shidan is never confused in big things, especially in high positions, and will never offend the Emperor for external wealth.

Yu Tingjia's expression was strange: "He said he would give me the real estate of Tongleyuan and the surrounding fields."

As soon as the words fell, he felt his father's sharp gaze sweep over.

Yu Tingjia hurriedly explained: "The child didn't accept it! I refused it directly!"

"He was very angry with me for this, and burned the house deed and land deed in front of me."

Yu Youting heard this, and his body shook: "Burned!?"

Yu Tingjia nodded blankly.

Then he came back to his senses and noticed something wrong: "Adult, is there anything inappropriate?"

Yu Youting looked at his son and sighed: "Then how can you explain whether you accepted it or not?"

Yu Tingjia was stunned.

Yu Youting closed his eyes and leaned back against the back of the carriage slowly.

It is definitely not Yin Shidan. This teacher of his will not use such inferior and disgusting means to drag people into the water.

It must be Yin Gao!

Yin Shidan's life is not long, and he has reached the point of considering his posthumous name, and Yin Gao doesn't even have a Jinshi background, so he can only live by guarding the fields and family property.

Even if they are father and son, their interests are not entirely consistent in the matter of land measurement.

Yin Gao has this motivation and courage to use the fox to pretend to be the tiger.

Yu Tingjia was extremely annoyed and couldn't help but find a supplement: "Adult, why don't I go back and accept Tongleyuan, and then donate it to the public?"

Yu Youting waved his hand weakly, too lazy to explain.

He frowned, his hands rubbed back and forth, and he fell into deep thought.

Whether it is for official career considerations or for the country and the world, it is impossible to let Yin Gao drag himself into the water.

Take the opportunity to plead guilty and retire to avoid the limelight?

I am afraid it also fulfilled the wishes of some people.

Taking a step back, how does the Emperor look at him when he retires at the juncture of land measurement?

So, do you want to take down Yin Gao?

I am afraid it won't work either.

Even if Yin Gao acted on his own, he is Yin Shidan's own son.

Once he is locked up, I am afraid he will die if Shen Li knows.

At that time, not to mention offending the teacher-student relationship between himself and Yin Shidan, I am afraid he will have to bear the name of being ungrateful.

Moreover... does Yin Shidan really not know?

Yu Youting thought of this, his heart was in a mess.

He suddenly lifted the carriage curtain and ordered outside: "Don't go to the Yanzhou Prefectural Yamen first, take the Jining Prefecture route!"

As soon as the words fell, a response came from outside.

Yu Tingjia saw this and reminded cautiously: "Adult, Yin Gao just met me privately. Is it inappropriate to go to Jining at this time..."

The son's tone was soft, but it was a thunderbolt in Yu Youting's ears.

He suddenly reacted, and hurriedly stretched his head out again: "The itinerary remains unchanged! Go to Yanzhou Prefecture!"

Yu Youting took back the spilled water in the blink of an eye, and couldn't help but laugh at himself: "Your father is not as calm as you."

Saying that, there was also some lingering fear in his heart.

If he, the Governor, still had to ask Yin Shidan for instructions when something happened, then their official careers would be handed over here together.

Yu Tingjia saw his father's heart was chaotic, so he simply said his own thoughts: "Adult, in the child's opinion."

"You just pretend that the child didn't tell you about this, and the child also pretends not to have seen him. We will raise our hands high if we find out privately, and we will act according to the law if Shen Li and An Jiuyu meet them."

"In the final analysis, the adult only needs to do his duty, and he will not lose the Emperor's favor. Other details may not be cared about."

Yu Youting heard this and was somewhat gratified by his son's understanding—no matter what, it was much better than the disaster star like Yin Gao.

His heart gradually calmed down.

"Yes, we must guard against people making a fuss about this. I must do my duty, otherwise the Emperor will inevitably doubt me."

"But duty is duty, but you can't be the first to bear the brunt, so as not to get deeper and deeper..."

Thinking of this, Yu Youting shook his head suddenly: "The prefectural yamen is probably not going to be able to go either!"

Yu Tingjia couldn't keep up with the train of thought and wondered: "Why is this? To quell the riot, don't you sit in Yanzhou Prefecture? Hai Yushi An is still waiting for the adult."

Yu Youting sighed: "Now Shen Li is killing people in Qufu. I can't support it, and I can't stop it. If I go to the prefectural yamen, I'm afraid I'll just get into trouble for nothing."

After speaking, the son was still confused.

Seeing this, Yu Youting had to make the words clear: "Now the land measurement is not only fighting fiercely in the local area, but the central government cannot be vulgar."

"Last time Shen Li reported the land measurement in Beizhili, the Cabinet Shen Shixing ticketed 'eager for quick success and instant benefit, the foundation is not solid', and the Minister of Rites Wang Zongyi also memorialized the Emperor to take back Shen Li's Governor's token, and since then small things are combined with local areas, and big things are reported to the central government."

"It was Wang Xiju and others who came forward to support Shen Li, advocating that land measurement is an extraordinary matter and should have extraordinary power."

"Now in the party, there are also vaguely radical and conservative factions."

"Now Shen Li is slaughtering wealthy families in Qufu County..."

Speaking of this, Yu Youting stopped abruptly, but the meaning was already obvious.

Shen Li is now a political vortex. It is best not to touch it if you can't get infected—if it were normal times, Yu Youting could still stand upright and stand in line with his righteousness, but now that he has provoked the trouble of Yin Gao, he has to be cautious again and again.

Yu Tingjia was caught off guard by this perspective of analyzing current affairs.

He stammered: "Then the Emperor..."

As soon as the words came out, he was interrupted impatiently by Yu Youting: "The Emperor is determined in the matter of land measurement, but he has never advocated Shen Li's indiscriminate killing of the innocent."

"The dispute over the verification in Beizhili last time, the Emperor just mixed a mud, and let Shen Li correctly handle the contradictions between the enemy and ourselves and internal contradictions during the survey."

"It's like saying nothing, and no one can guess what the Emperor's attitude is in this matter."

If the Emperor does not support the survey, the destruction of the dynasty is just around the corner.

If the Emperor is publicly addicted to killing, I am afraid it is not far from the people's thief and the lone husband.

Therefore, the Emperor can only want both.

It is just bitter for those who do things.

Yu Tingjia didn't understand, so he simply threw it behind his head: "Since we are not going to the prefectural yamen, where are we going?"

Yu Youting thought for a moment, lifted the carriage curtain for the last time, and ordered outside: "Come here, bring a message from this official to the Hai Yushi An, just say..."

"Just say that the riot in Yanzhou Prefecture is urgent and cannot be delayed. The Governor's Yamen will give him half of the infantry and act separately from this official."

"I won't go to the prefectural yamen. I will lead the troops personally and turn to Guyang, Dingtao, Juye, Cao County, etc. to extinguish the riot."

"The remaining Tancheng County, Yi County, Yizhou, etc. will be entrusted to him!"

After speaking, Yu Youting sat back slowly.

In his son's complex eyes, Yu Youting sighed: "The bad thing about world affairs is here, you have me, and I have you."

The Master said on the river.

What river is this river? It is the Si River.

The dead bodies are like water, covering the entire Si River.

This is the sigh of compassion under the riot.

He Xinyin, who only fought for half a day, rushed to the temple where the rioters gathered without stopping.

The temple was built along the river, which is also convenient for rioters to take water to drink.

The road was full of commoners involved in this riot.

When the temple was in sight, the most eye-catching thing was a group of black, embarrassed rioters in front of the temple.

Coarse cloth and linen clothes, dark skin, palms full of calluses born from work and farm work.

Different from the orderly strike and parade in the riot that everyone said, these people in front of them were not only unorganized, but slightly detached and chaotic.

He Xinyin took all these rioters into his eyes.

With the rioters following him, He Xinyin successfully saw the ragged rioters spontaneously separate a passage.

Of course, there were some small twists and turns.

When the rioters learned of He Xinyin's identity, they scrambled to come forward, speaking dialects, some understandable, some incomprehensible.

"Big master, we beg you, let the yamen stop increasing taxes!"

"I have heard of you, please speak for us!"

"We are just demonstrating! No rebellion!"

Crying, appealing, requesting, endless.

Occasionally mixed with dissatisfied scolding, it was soon squeezed to the back by crying and shouting.

He Xinyin dealt with it with difficulty, and his explanation with sufficient breath was also drowned in the crying.

Seeing more and more people gathering around.

Time is tight, and business is important. In desperation, He Xinyin had to cover his head and walk inside.

After drilling through a long road in embarrassment, it finally opened up.

He Xinyin looked back with a complex expression. This scene is destined to be carved into his mind.

It is obvious that after the wealthy families completed the guidance, the content of wealthy family servants and scholars in the rioters dropped rapidly, and most of them were tenant farmers and helpers who were involved.

Of course, not including the leaders of the riot.

He Xinyin followed the lead and finally entered the Buddha Hall, and at the same time, saw the leaders of this riot.

The followers were blocked outside the hall, and two burly men watched the door.

The legendary Ge Cheng sat in the middle of the Mahavira Hall with an expressionless face.

His six backbone members faced the door and sat in order under Ge Cheng.

He Xinyin pushed the door and entered. As soon as the two sides met, someone immediately took the lead.

"Mr. Fushan, as long as the imperial court is willing to stop the survey of Yanzhou Prefecture, my General Ge is willing to plead guilty and tie himself to prison!"

A man with a short stature and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks took the initiative to speak.

He Xinyin was stunned.

Turning his head, he only saw Ge Cheng, who was "willing to plead guilty", sitting in the upper seat with an expressionless face, without any intention of speaking.

He Xinyin kept this scene in his heart, and asked the man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks with an expressionless face: "Who are you?"

At this time, another person under Ge Cheng snorted coldly: "Don't ask idle questions. Mr. Fushan, since you represent the government to negotiate, you say whether Yanzhou Prefecture can stop the land measurement!"

The speaker was big-bellied, and it really didn't look like a poor family.

Ge Cheng still sat in the upper seat without saying a word.

He Xinyin had a general idea in his heart. He didn't be ambiguous, and shook his head very simply: "Land measurement is a national policy, and it is absolutely impossible to stop."

The big-bellied man was furious: "He Xinyin! Give you three points of thin face and call you Mr. Fushan. If you are so arrogant, I am afraid you will have no life to go out today!"

Ge Cheng had no reaction, but the sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked man who spoke first came out to smooth things over.

The latter still maintained basic etiquette: "Mr. Fushan, once the land is measured, it almost cuts off our livelihood."

"Now the imperial court insists on measuring the land. We are dead anyway. Mr. Fushan, let us find our own way to death."

After speaking, he took the lead to get up, stretched out his palm, and looked like seeing off guests.

The other five people sat or got up, and followed suit to see off guests.

He Xinyin didn't say two complete words when he entered the door. Seeing that he was about to be seen off, how could he not understand that these people had no intention of negotiating at all.

As for the motivation?

If the imperial court refuses to stop the survey, these people are afraid that they can't wait for the commoners outside the temple to die under the butcher knife of the guards!

At that time, someone will naturally take this to shake the imperial court.

He Xinyin took a deep breath: "The leader said that once the land is measured, it almost cuts off the livelihood of the commoners."

"Here, I guarantee with my life! This survey! Absolutely will not increase taxes for the commoners!"

Although he is over sixty, his voice is extremely loud. At this time, he spoke with a shock, and immediately spread to the outside of the house.

"Now the imperial court is polite first and then soldiers. If I fail to negotiate, it will be the guards drawing their swords behind!"

"I see that several leaders are not ordinary families, perhaps they can leave, but the thousands of people outside are confused and lost their lives because of your decision, how pitiful!?"

"The leaders disagree and want to drive me away. I think, why not open the door and talk, and have a thousand-person public discussion!"

After speaking, he turned around without warning, pressed his hand on the door, and was about to pull it open!

Several leaders felt bad when they saw him shouting.

At this time, He Xinyin was about to open the door without paying attention, and all of them changed color.

"Shut up!"

"Come here! Send him out!"

The burly man guarding the door also reacted, immediately stretched out his arms, rushed forward, and tore at He Xinyin.

The latter, as a hero with a number in the world, is old and strong, and naturally not afraid at all.

The burly men on the left and right attacked together, clamped He Xinyin's hands, and used all their strength to try to press him down.

He Xinyin used his arms to wrestle with the two burly men, took advantage of the situation, and kicked the door open!

The sunlight shone in, and the room suddenly brightened.

The negotiation sent by the yamen was originally a heart-wrenching thing, plus He Xinyin was shouting and tearing, and the outside had long heard the movement, surrounding several circles inside and outside.

Seeing this, several leaders couldn't take care of their face, and hurriedly greeted their confidants: "This person has no intention of negotiating! Come here, drive him out!"

As soon as the words fell, several strong men holding sticks in the crowd rushed out and rushed straight at He Xinyin.

It was too late, then fast.

"Stop!"

A violent shout came from the main hall.

The strong man's movements stopped abruptly, and then he was in a dilemma.

The rioters outside the house stretched their heads to look inside.

The person who stopped him was Ge Cheng, who saw him slowly get up.

His eyes skipped over the stunned leaders and He Xinyin, whose back was arched and temples were protruding.

He looked at the "thieves" outside the house and said with a solemn expression: "The person who came to negotiate from the yamen is Mr. Fushan, who travels to preach, is famous in the world, founded the Four Gates Society, and stabbed the Emperor. He said, let us open the door for public discussion."

Several leaders looked ugly.

Among them, the big-bellied man, the blue veins on his neck jumped, secretly pulled Ge Cheng's corner, and said something with gritted teeth.

Ge Cheng ignored it and threw away the corner: "If the brothers are interested, open the door, sit on the ground outside, and listen together."

With these words, the crowd sat down silently in the open space.

Only the strong men holding sticks were caught off guard, still standing straight outside, and were squeezed by the brothers who sat down on the ground without a foothold.

Ge Cheng is about forty years old, wearing coarse cloth and linen, but also has a different temperament.

At this time, he looked at He Xinyin: "Mr. Fushan just said that this survey, the commoners will not increase taxes, how to solve this?"

Facing this twist and turn, He Xinyin had long been prepared.

Even if several leaders have no intention of negotiating, can the tenant farmers and small workers outside the temple really want to fight the imperial court to the end?

As for Ge Cheng coming forward, it is also unexpected and reasonable—the imperial court cannot be monolithic, let alone rioters, each has its own demands.

He Xinyin restrained his edge, and the whole person became a plain little old man again: "General Ge, this is the major policy of the central government, but it was deliberately misinterpreted by people with intentions."

"This survey is for the central government to clarify land annexation from the wealthy families, consolidate large and small mu, and register hidden households... never said to take back poll tax and increase land tax!"

As soon as this word came out, there was whispering outside, and the sound of rustling echoed.

The Land Measurement Office also posted notices for the same words.

However, the credibility of words spoken by different people is different. The credibility of the yamen may not be comparable to He Xinyin.

"Okay, Mr. Fushan is famous, I will believe this for the time being, the imperial court is cutting the wealthy families."

Ge Cheng accepted He Xinyin's distinction of the survey very generously, and glanced at several leaders without a trace.

Several leaders looked ugly—when talking about opening the door, Ge Cheng was a genuine leader, and no one on the scene could refute his face.

He Xinyin was overjoyed.

Just about to speak, Ge Cheng's next sentence followed: "But, Mr. Fushan thinks, after the central government cuts the local area, will the local yamen, wealthy families, and gentry swallow the bitter fruit, or will they exploit the commoners even more?"

He Xinyin frowned.

Ge Cheng walked slowly from the main seat of the Mahavira Hall. His figure was also quite burly, with a tiger back and a bear waist, more than seven feet.

The chivalrous temperament of the whole body could almost not be covered.

"The land donated by commoners to wealthy families, the wealthy families are connected to the sky, and many do not pay taxes to the imperial court."

"These so-called annexations and large and small mu will all be taxed in the future. Will the wealthy families increase the rent for the commoners when they feel pain?"

"Furthermore, there are many black households outside the door, saying that they are all registered, and the poll tax is temporarily exempted."

"What about after the exemption period? Can they come from scratch and have a family background?"

"The imperial court also said that after the survey, miscellaneous taxes should be banned, and only regular taxes will be collected in the future."

"Speaking of which, this was originally a national policy at the beginning of the founding of the country, but what about later?"

"Speaking of which, after a few years, the whole Yanzhou Prefecture, why haven't I seen a county or prefecture merge miscellaneous taxes?"

Ge Cheng stood still in front of He Xinyin and said seriously: "Mr. Fushan, this matter has reached this point, I will die, even if someone promises me a few years of prison, I will sneer at it."

"If it is about the sincerity of negotiation, I can drive these commoners home, and I can also entrust my head to Mr. Fushan."

"I just want to ask one sentence..."

"Hero He, you are a trustworthy person in the world. You tell the brothers with your conscience, after the survey, can the commoners really not increase taxes?"