Fourth Prince is in trouble, the Ma Bandits have entered Yangzhou City!!
Zhang Mu's speed was extremely fast.
The bow in his hand was a bullhorn bow.
It could be said to be the pinnacle of archery in ancient China. Even in the later generations, it was not inferior to bows made from modern materials.
The ox horn bow was made from ox horns, bamboo, tendons, animal glue, and other materials through hundreds of processes. It was difficult to make, and the production cycle was long. It could be stored for up to a hundred years.
It took a lot of strength to pull this bullhorn bow.
For the current Zhang Mu, what he lacked the most was strength.
He drew his bow like a full moon.
Shoot!
In an instant, it shot through the soldier guarding the city.
He could choose to treat the captives with preferential treatment. However, on the battlefield, especially when he was weak, Zhang Mu only thought about one thing, which was how to use the smallest loss to achieve the greatest effect.
They would try their best to eliminate the enemy.
To subdue the enemy without fighting.
First, you need to be strong enough.
If he wanted to eliminate the enemy as quickly as possible, the most direct way was to attack himself.
Relying on the benefits of a transmigrator and his powerful physique, he completely crushed his opponent.
The warhorse was still galloping.
Zhang Mu drew the bull-horn bow in his hand again. At the same time, he was unprecedentedly focused.
The city guards on the city wall.
Shua!
Zhang Mu twisted his body and drew his bowstring, sending arrows flying toward the soldiers on the city wall.
He had to be fast.
They had to enter the city as soon as possible.
Su Dagang followed beside Zhang Mu. He had a big flag in his hand with the word 'Zhang' embroidered on it.
The flag was a tool to rally the people.
As for the location of the attack.
Zhang Mu had already calculated this.
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The fourth prince, Yinzhen, and the thirteenth prince, Yinxiang, had almost all the Yangzhou bureaucrats dragged to the Chenghuang Temple.
They took down the City God Temple.
It was almost equivalent to taking down the entire Yangzhou officialdom.
At the same time, some of the victims were brought into Yangzhou City by Yin Zhen.
He naturally had his own plans for doing so.
At this moment, Yinzhen controlled all the bureaucrats in Yangzhou.
All the salt merchants and bureaucrats were controlled in this Shing Wong Temple. At the same time, there were also disaster victims watching.
These salt merchants and bureaucrats had been sitting on the ground for an entire day.
It was already late at night.
Zhang Mu came at the right time.
Otherwise, there really wouldn't be the best time to capture them all.
At this moment, in the Shing Wong Temple, the Yangzhou officials and salt merchants had been starving for an entire day. All of them were bitterly laughing.
Yinzhen had prepared drinks and food.
However, there were only wine jars and empty plates for food.
It was almost time.
Yinxiang shouted,"Light up!" Raise the fire!"
A few Goshhas lit candles in the temple.
A team of Goshhas was setting up torches in the temple corridor.
The candle was brightly lit.
The Yangzhou officials and salt merchants who had been tormented for a day were already thirsty and sweating profusely.
Yinxiang looked at the officials and salt merchants who were being tormented, but a smile appeared on his face."What else do you want to eat?"
A salt merchant opened his thirsty lips and said,"Please give me a bowl of water."
"Give me a bowl of water!" the salt merchants said in unison.”
Yinxiang smiled. He looked at his fourth brother, Yongzheng, and felt that the time was almost up. He smiled and said,"How about some porridge?"
The salt merchants looked at each other. Normally, a bowl of porridge would never satisfy them.
However, at this moment, they had been starving for an entire day and night. How could they endure it?"Congee? Good, good!"
Yinxiang raised his hand and said,"Pick a load of porridge!"”
After that, Li Wei led a porter into the temple with a load of porridge.
All the salt merchants raised their bowls.
Yin Xiang waved his hand and said unhurriedly,"Congee, I'll serve it to everyone immediately. However, before eating the porridge, Fourth Prince has something to say, everyone listen carefully!”
The salt merchants could only put down their bowls anxiously.
The refugees in the temple yard also quieted down.
"You've been hungry for a day," Yin Zhen said."I've been hungry for a day, just like you." The taste of hunger isn't pleasant…But, do you see these refugees down there? They are starving every day, just like us, begging for a bowl of porridge but not getting it! The Sage said,'The people are the foundation of a country'. Without these people who don't have enough clothes to cover their bodies and food to eat, can you live in luxury every day?!”
At this point, Yinzhen picked up the book of charity and said,"Each of you donated more than a hundred taels of silver. What are you doing with so much money? Raising concubines? Drinking wine? Reward prostitutes? Aren't you afraid that one day, these people will be forced into a corner and come to snatch everything from you?!”
The salt merchants 'faces, which were already in a terrible state, were now even grayish-yellow.
When the refugees in the temple yard heard this, there was a commotion.
Nian Gengyao quickly ordered his bodyguards to hold their guns and be on guard.
"Nian Gengyao, don't be afraid." These commoners had just eaten porridge, so they wouldn't cause trouble. However, if they didn't even have porridge tomorrow or the day after, they couldn't guarantee that they would cause trouble. Even if these commoners would rather starve to death than cause trouble, aren't you afraid of retribution?! Look at who's behind me! It was the City God Bodhisattva! Look behind you. Who are you? It was Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Black and White Impermanence! What was impermanence? There was no end to poverty and wealth! Why can't you accumulate some good deeds and virtues when you can't spend all your money, so as to leave a way out in the future?”
The salt merchants lowered their heads.
The refugees had also turned from a commotion to a solemn expression, unusually quiet.
Yinzhen smiled and said,"Of course, the money is yours. Whether you're willing to donate or not is up to you. I can't force you." However, the porridge in front of you is mine. Whether I'm willing to give it to you or not, it's all up to me. Thirteenth Brother!"
"Yes!" Yinxiang replied.
Yinzhen said calmly,"One hundred thousand taels of silver for a bowl of porridge. If they're willing to buy it, they can donate on this book!”
"Yes!" Yinxiang nodded. Nian Gengyao, you take the book to pledge; Li Wei, you scoop porridge.”
"Yes, sir." Nian Gengyao and Li Wei nodded in unison.”
Nian Gengyao walked to Ren Boan with the Book of Happiness and handed it over.
Ren Bo 'an was stubborn. He closed his eyes and did not even look at her.
Tian Wenjing took the book and walked towards the other salt merchants. The salt merchants all looked at Ren Bo 'an, not daring to take the pen.
Yinzhen saw this and gave Yinxiang a look.
Yinxiang understood and took the book and pen from Li Wei. He walked to Ren Bo 'an and said slowly,""Sir Ren, open your eyes and take a look. How much is this letter worth?”
Ren Boan opened his eyes.
There was a letter on the music book, and it was written: "Jiangnan Salt Patrol Road, Lord Ren Bo 'an, 9.”
Ren Boan's face turned pale!
Yinxiang opened the book and handed over a pen.
Ren Boan took the pen with a trembling hand and prepared to make a donation on the book.
Yinxiang smiled." You're a good leader. How about two hundred thousand?"”
Ren Bo 'an gritted his teeth and wrote on the notebook: " 200,000 taels of silver pledged.
Yinxiang shouted loudly,"Jiangnan Salt Road Ren Boan donated 200,000 taels of silver and two bowls of porridge!"”
Li Wei and Gao Fu came over to scoop some porridge for Ren Bo 'an.
Tian Wenjing took the Book of Happiness and walked towards the salt merchants.
All the salt merchants pledged on the music book.
Li Wei and Gao Fu happily scooped porridge for the salt merchants.
The refugees in the temple yard cheered loudly. Finally, there was a great lord. However, at this moment, there was a commotion outside the door.
Suddenly, a Goshhar ran in and said loudly,""Fourth Prince, bad news, the bandits have entered the city!”
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