The Empress’ Livestream

One Thousand Six Hundred and Nineteenth: Receive Nansheng, Kill Ann (31)

No one expected that Yang Tao would come so quickly, leaving no time for anyone to react.

A few people who moved quickly had already packed up their belongings, dragged their families and ran out of the city, but were unfortunately intercepted by Qian Su and others halfway.

The remaining few moved relatively slowly. When hundreds of soldiers broke into the house, the house was still in a mess. Influence, a posture as stable as Mount Tai. According to Yan Lin's order, if there is anyone who dares to resist halfway, regardless of their status or gender, they will be killed without mercy.

At first some servants drew their knives, but when a few fell down, the rest did not dare to jump.

The male master of the mansion stood in the lobby with a disheveled face, and several important female relatives were also brought and trapped here.

This group of soldiers did not touch anyone, and occasionally a few secretly stuffed something into their sleeves and bosoms.

Jiang Pengji's management of the soldiers under the tent has always been strict and loose. This kind of behavior is not advocated, but it is not completely prohibited.

The soldiers are too poorly educated, so she can only ask these people not to make principled mistakes, not to disturb the people and cause trouble, and to relax appropriately in other aspects.

Yang Tao wore a suit of armor and led people into the mansion. The patriarch of the gentry clan turned black when he saw the old man, and his beard trembled like a little electric buttocks.

"presumptuous--"

The old patriarch was over fifty years old, he had many children and grandchildren, and there were twenty-five people who were brought into the hall to take care of them.

The older ones, such as the patriarch, was four in forty, and the youngest was only three months old, and was still crying in the arms of his birth mother.

The cry of a child is the most distressing, but also the most disturbing.

At this moment, the patriarch of the gentry no longer had the interest to tease his grandson, and no longer felt that this grandson resembled him and liked him very much. Instead, he felt upset and disgusted. The grandson's biological mother, his daughter-in-law, saw the ferocious and impatient eyes of the father-in-law, and lowered their heads in fright, sobbing secretly while coaxing the little son who couldn't stop crying, the hall was even more chaotic.

"Everyone is quite together."

Yang Tao put his arms around his waist and looked at the old patriarch with a smile.

"Who allowed you to break into their mansion without authorization?"

The old patriarch's gray beard trembled slightly as he yelled.

Yang Tao didn't answer, but Yan Lin who was following behind him laughed and mocked.

"Naturally, it is allowed by the 'number of people'."

The old patriarch was very angry, and the old wife at the side quickly helped him stabilize.

"The villain is rampant!"

Yan Lin said, "Feng Shui turns around, back then you were ruthless and betrayed me first, why didn't you expect today's end? Don't think that you will touch your lips, the whole world is on your side Side. Old man, you call it your own fault."

Why can An Jing say that these people gave up on Yang Tao?

In addition to Lu Zheng being good at speaking and pinching the weaknesses and worries of these people, their greed and hypocrisy are also a major reason.

Investment is risky, and you need to be cautious when entering the industry.

There is no such thing as a sure-fire investment in the world.

These aristocratic sects intend to stand firm in the troubled times, and even take advantage of the troubled times to go further, so they naturally have to bear corresponding risks. Seeing that the situation is not good, Yan Lin doesn't blame them for withdrawing their capital and leaving, but it is too much to turn around and step on it.

What was sown that day bears fruit today.

If you say that others are villains and rampant, why don't you take a mirror to see what kind of virtue you are?

Even if Yang Tao didn't take it to heart, Yan Lin couldn't help but hold grudges.

These people detained Yan Shuyao, Yang Roujia and the two young children to threaten Yang Tao, and almost put Yang Tao to death. They couldn't forget it even if they wanted to!

Everyone else could see that Yan Lin was not kind, let alone the old patriarch who was used to intrigue?

He was out of breath, and his wrinkled cheeks were bluish.

"It's just a dog's power, so what if you killed me today? In the end, it's Liu Xi's lackey, a dog who lost his family." The old patriarch knew very well that Yan Lin was unlikely to want their lives, but he wouldn't either. Let them go easily.

If they robbed them of all their wealth, and finally presumed that it was done by the refugees and bandits, they would have nowhere to seek justice.

Without the background accumulated for many years, how will it make a comeback in the future? There are so many main branches and side branches, so many people have become a burden. If the family wealth is robbed again, there are only a group of people waiting to eat, and they will drag themselves down without the outside world.

Yan Lin sneered.

Yang Tao said solemnly, "Shaoyang, why are you talking so much nonsense with them?"

Yan Lin calmed down his anger and asked, "According to Zhengze's opinion, how should we deal with these people?"

Yang Tao asked casually, "A group of prisoners is nothing more than sutras. If they are not arrested, are they still offering offerings like a Bodhisattva?"

The faces of the old patriarch and the others were ashen, and the veins on their foreheads were bulging, but Yan Lin was the only one who smiled.

"Zhengze is right. There's really no need to spend too much time talking with this kind of people. Just arrest them."

After finishing speaking, the old patriarch saw pairs of soldiers walking out carrying boxes after boxes of things together, which made the old patriarch tearful. These boxes are the gold and silver finances, account books, land deeds, and orphans and remnants that they have packed a long time ago. There are no less than two hundred boxes in all.

"Bandits! Shameless, nothing more!"

After scolding, the old patriarch rolled his eyes and passed out, and his son and daughter-in-law surrounded him in fright.

Yang Tao snorted coldly, and waved his hands, "These people are all in custody, keep an eye on them, lest they collude with the enemy... Let's go to the next one."

Jiang Pengji wanted to rob these wealthy households, but she couldn't just rob them without a second thought. She had to find a reason.

When Yang Tao left, he asked Yan Lin worriedly.

"Liu Lanting really dared to do this. Is this planning to fight and grab all the way?"

Yang Tao felt that Jiang Pengji was too courageous, which clearly offended the entire Nansheng gentry circle.

There was no emotion in Yan Lin's thin eyes, and he said coolly, "So what? Liu Xi was born in Dongqing, not Nansheng. Most of the nobles in Nansheng attached themselves to An Jing, so they didn't have any good intentions for her. Liu Xi would not They are regarded as enemies, should they be enshrined as ancestors? The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. They didn’t kill their entire clan, but just plundered some property. Isn’t that kind? Besides... She fought for two years in a row The battle, the army can support it, but the food and grass are a little too much. If you don’t want to find a way to make up for it, what do you ask her to do when the food and grass are in short supply? Make human corpses into human meat shops to satisfy hunger? It is a last resort... "

Yang Tao was startled.

"Lack of food..."

Yan Lin said, "I heard that after Liu Xi's incident, she plowed every year and never rested. The fertility of the field was not as good as every year, and now it has reached the end of the mountain. She fought for another two years, and the rations for the 400,000 troops were all It’s not a small sum.”

Nansheng is a ready-made fat sheep. If they don't kill them, who will they kill?

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