Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

Accompanied by a violent sound of gongs, the eerie silence in the Fan family mansion was instantly broken.

"What happened!?"

In the hall, Fan Wenlong's other three sons were secretly enjoying themselves at this time. According to local customs, the youngest was usually the most favored. However, they had received news that the youngest was brave enough to lead people there, but he was killed in the village. Somersaulted and lost his life.

However, the sudden sound of gongs and drums made them feel a little uneasy.

"Dong dong dong~"

The rapid beating of drums and gongs mixed together, making the entire Fan family mansion seem to be shrouded in panic. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the gate one by one.

The face of Fan's eldest son changed slightly. At this moment, he saw that his two younger brothers were indifferent and looked at him as if they were watching a show. Then he gritted his teeth and walked to the front yard with several servants. Other Fan family servants also followed on the way. later.

When he arrived at the front yard and confirmed with the nursing staff that it was safe, he climbed up the ladder and saw on the wall that villagers from the village outside had surrounded the Fan family residence.

Jiang Xinghuo glanced at the Fan family who stuck their heads out, and then said loudly.

"Dear fellow villagers, the Fan family is cruel and unkind, mistreating tenant farmers and bullying the people. Today, we join forces to seek justice for the people!"

However, the expected excitement did not materialize.

The moment the boss of the Fan family showed up, the villagers who had been quite angry just now had expressions of shrinking and fear on their faces.

This kind of shrinkage and fear is something rooted in their hearts.

Just like a mouse meets a cat, a slave meets his master. Even if the other person is not as strong as imagined, or even extremely weak, there is still a shackles in their hearts.

Seeing this situation, the boss of the Fan family smiled with understanding.

——Mud cannot hold up a wall.

He did not expect at first that this impoverished village would have the courage to attack him.

You know, although this kind of poor village has a large population, it has no connections at all in the county, let alone any influence, and there are no powerful people in the village.

Therefore, the Fan family didn't care before.

But since the youngest has fallen into trouble before, and he is not that arrogant idiot, he naturally has to be careful.

But now it seems that my caution seems a bit unnecessary.

"They are just a group of villagers. I heard before that a few outsiders who could fight killed the youngest, but with just these few people, can they still break through the courtyard wall of my Fan family?" The eldest brother of the Fan family thought to himself.

However, he did not dare to be careless at this time. Since he had heard the situation clearly, he was too lazy to say unnecessary words to anger these already angry villagers. He went back to the main room and reported to his father Fan Wenlong.

"Have you heard everything clearly?"

"Absolutely true."

Fan Wenlong sneered and said, "You dare to come to my Fan family to cause trouble with just this small amount of manpower. I really don't know what to say."

"Dad, what do you mean?" the eldest son of the Fan family asked tentatively.

Fan Wenlong looked at his eldest son and asked.

"Tell me what you think."

The eldest son of the Fan family was cautious by nature, so he naturally planned to wait for reinforcements. Since he had sent someone to the county to notify him, he could just stay in the yard and wait for reinforcements.

After hearing his eldest son's idea, Fan Wenlong also felt it made sense.

But at this time, the second son and the third son arrived hand in hand.

"How can you increase other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige?"

"Dad, what do you have to be afraid of from a bunch of stinky villagers begging for food?"

The boss of the Fan family frowned: "There are more than twenty servants outside, and there are not many nursing servants left. What if there is an accident if we go out rashly?"

"Dad, give me twenty people, and I will kill all these mud-legged people!"

"Just give me ten!"

When Fan Wenlong heard this, he burst out laughing and said, "These people want to destroy my Fan family. It's so ridiculous! Third brother, go kill a few of the leaders of this gang of unruly people, and disperse the rest!"

"As you command!"

When the Fan family opened the door and the servants swarmed in, the villagers began to shake subconsciously. Some even began to apply oil on the soles of their feet and secretly retreated.

There were also people who were sizing him up, counting on this young official and his warriors who could fight and kill to help them bring justice.

Jiang Xinghuo watched this scene calmly.

The villagers are still angry and have not reached the state of complete numbness, which shows that the people's hearts are still available in this era.

It is a pity that the people are not wise enough. The traditional farming economy determines that landlords like Fan Wenlong have absolute dominance in the vast villages, from agricultural production to personal dependence and even military rule.

If this reform in Jiangnan can allow farmers to engage in new manufacturing methods through large-scale work-for-relief and the establishment of handicraft textile parks, then the changes in manufacturing methods, life, and cultural habits will allow this group of people to engage in new manufacturing methods. People became the seeds of the benefits of the reform, forming the effect of the old bringing in the new, affecting millions of people through their social relationships.

Only in this way can farmers truly be freed from the control of landlords.

At the moment, it is unrealistic to expect the farmers in these villages to fight against Fan Wenlong, and his intervention is still needed.

"Forget it, it's just a little bit of hope. My expectations are still too high. If I don't take action, I'm afraid I will arouse the resentment of the villagers. They think that I took the lead, but now I can't take the responsibility."

Seeing the Fan family servants pressing forward step by step and the villagers retreating step by step, Jiang Xinghuo shook his head and thought to himself.

At this moment, when everyone was hesitating, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"Folks! The Fan family is so cruel that they mistreat us and deny us a way to survive. Today we rebelled against him. I don't believe that we can't live without the Fan family."

Jiang Xinghuo felt that the voice sounded familiar. Looking back, he was surprised to find that the thin and frail Aunt Liu was waving her arms and shouting excitedly.

As soon as he said these words, several men stood up, waved their farm tools, and started shouting.

Immediately afterwards, the villagers were encouraged one after another.

"What do you want to do?"

The third son of the Fan family roared, drew his sword, and shouted: "If anyone dares to come close again, don't blame me for the blindness of the sword in my hand!"

Seeing this, the old village chief, who had been silent, had a look of solemnity deep in his eyes. He knew that this situation was very unfavorable to the villagers, but today, he must do it for the villagers and for several of him. The relatives who died at the hands of the Fan family seek revenge.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. They are evil people who only bully others. Let's fight with him. We only need to kill one to get enough money, and kill two to earn one."

"Yes! Let's fight!"

The villagers shouted angrily.

Although they are usually cowardly, at this time, they showed great courage and perseverance.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at these villagers, and Gu Jing Wubo's mood rippled for the first time.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. The farmers of this era did not seem to be as unchangeable as his worst predictions.

The threat of the youngest member of the Fan family was ineffective. Soon, the villagers continued to rush forward with dung forks and flails.

After all, the Fan Family Nursing Home felt that they were outnumbered and felt a little guilty. They were soon forced back to the door by the villagers, and the shadow of death gradually enveloped their hearts.

The third son of the Fan family was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead. Faced with the absolute disparity in numbers, he did not dare to clamor like the second brother to kill all these idiots.

"Close the door! Close the door quickly!"

However, before it was too late, several soldiers dressed as villagers and hidden in the crowd had already rushed forward and showed their weapons one after another.

The youngest of the Fan family's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he turned around to run away, but before he could run a few steps away, a spear pierced his right chest, and blood dripped down the tip of the spear to the ground.

Now that the gate has been captured, the troops that have been prepared from behind swarm in.

The thoughtful boss of the Fan family is in the middle courtyard, preparing to take over with the remaining servants.

The servants saw the servants in the front yard fleeing back, with invisible figures behind them. Due to his height, the boss of the Fan family caught a glimpse of a scene that made him feel heartbroken. It was the army!

"You go and stop me, and I'll report it to the master."

The eldest son of the Fan family took a deep look, and then hurried towards the small door without looking back.

"yes!"

All the servants agreed in unison, and immediately drew their swords and rushed towards the enemy who did not know the details.

The Fan family is the overlord of several villages near Qingpingbo. It has a huge power and a deep foundation. It relies on force. On weekdays, it also does some illegal business between black and white. It is used to running rampant in the countryside, so the number of guards in the courtyard is extremely large. Duoya was quite brave, so even when he saw his companions retreating, he still bravely faced them.

However, they did not know that at this moment, they were facing the army!

And they are the most elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty!

The leading swordsmen, shieldmen and crossbowmen work in pairs, and each group is equipped with a crossbow.

"Boohoo!"

The sound of bowstrings breaking through the air suddenly resounded, and arrows cut through the dusk rays like shooting stars, bringing up a string of bright streams of light and shooting directly at the Fan family servants.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

The sharp arrow flew quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced the chests of seven or eight servants, and blood spurted out.

"ah!"

The screams rang out in the Fan family's mansion and were soon drowned out. Wails filled the Fan family's mansion.

In just a moment, there was no longer a living person, they all fell into a pool of blood and became corpses.

The soldiers who participated in the battle had a look of fanaticism on their faces, and they said excitedly: "It's been a long time since I've encountered such tough competition, it's so cool!"

"Haha, these country tycoons are really brave!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't even look at what grandpas used to fight."

"Stop talking nonsense and quickly clean up the battlefield."

"Hey, good things can't be wasted."

The soldiers laughed and laughed, and immediately they rushed into the Fan family mansion and searched for valuables.

Obviously, even though these soldiers were already the most elite of the Ming Dynasty, they still could not get rid of some of the inherent bad habits of the army in the feudal era.

But Jiang Xinghuo had no intention of excessively suppressing their desire for spoils. He could not hold everyone to the standards of a saint, otherwise there would be no one to work, and the final result would be betrayal and separation.

Even Zhu Di couldn't do this without letting the army distribute the spoils of war.

As long as he didn't harm women, children and ordinary servants, and take some of the Fan family's ill-gotten gains, he would turn a blind eye.

In the hall, the second eldest son of the Fan family, who was accompanying Fan Wenlong, was sulking. The eldest brother and the third brother had something to do, but he had nothing to do.

However, before he could continue to think about it, a strong and pungent smell of blood instantly rushed into his nostrils.

PS: [Important reminder (there is no charge for this content)] Chapters 316 to 356 are about the rectification of officialdom and the suppression of rebellions in Jiangnan. They do not contain any theoretical knowledge. They are all practical content. If you are not interested, you can jump directly to Chapter 366. "Class" will contain theoretical knowledge content from now on.