Order in Danyang City was completely restored by the morning of the next day.

Of course, the crooked trees along the streets of the city were also hung, shaking like wind chimes, and their stiff corpses were used to ring for the arrival of a new era.

It is obvious that the people of this city have been suppressing their anger for a long time.

In the past few months, local gentry can be said to have tried their best to plunder the militia, buy garrisons, repair city defenses, etc.

Group defense donations, fireworks donations, and salary assistance...

All the taxes and taxes for various names are suppressed by the people at the bottom, and they even donated money by door-to-doors, which means they really can't think of the name, so they go directly to ask for money. These are all done by the militia. They were originally to support them to suppress the troublemakers. After all, the gentry could not really pay to support the militia themselves. The reason for their resistance was that Wanli wanted to collect taxes. If they paid for the militia themselves, what's the point of this resistance?

It's just that I have to scrape silver from the poor.

Not only will the gentry not pay, but they will make money from it.

This is not contradictory.

Contracting the military business of militia and garrison troops, lending to poor people who are forced to have no way out by tying taxes, and taking advantage of the situation to rob and merge the land of self-cultivated farmers...

war?

War is an opportunity to make money!

I, America, died hundreds of thousands of times, and countless middle-class people went bankrupt. Didn’t it delay the wealth of top-level capitalists soar?

Disasters are originally meant to allow the top to accumulate wealth, the middle to go bankrupt, and the bottom to...

The top layer continues to the bottom layer or starves to death.

This gameplay was not invented by the Danyang Gentlemen. The Shandong Gentlemen had already done this in the Jingnan period, and they were not even invented by the Shandong Gentlemen. They have done this from ancient times to the present, and the Danyang Gentlemen is no exception. Any disaster is a good opportunity for them to make money and merge. The war that lasted less than half a year not only did not cause the property of the top gentry in Danyang to be damaged, but also increased a lot.

The real luck is just the middle and lower levels.

Especially those self-cultivated farmers, small vendors, etc. who could barely make a living.

The bottom class has nothing to do and there is nothing to lose. However, those who still have some property are forced to go bankrupt one after another. They cannot afford to pay more and more taxes, so they can only sell their land, children, and even sell themselves. The top class is enjoying the feast of gluttons. The top class has had countless concubines in Danyang City, and their families are forced to go bankrupt by taxes.

The gentry annexed the land of the self-cultivated farmers and played with the daughter of the self-cultivated farmers.

Happy good days.

The bankrupt self-cultivated farmers and small vendors endured silently.

But hatred is also accumulating silently, and they are waiting for an opportunity.

In the end, everything was completely liquidated on this night, and the hatred accumulated in depression eventually turned into Danyang's crooked neck tree and hard to find.

There are even three hangings on one branch.

I don’t know how these guys feel when they are hung up to look at the same hanger beside them.

On the streets in the early morning were fires that burned land deeds, sold deeds, and loan sharks. The poor people around the fire cheered, and some even burst into tears of joy. The shackles on their bodies turned into ashes with the burning flames, and the feeling of freedom made them ecstatic.

Next to the cheering crowd were those who walked by carrying rice bags.

There are even those who lead cattle and sheep.

In front of the big mansions they walked out, there were the crying of the landlords. They were surrounded by maids full of hatred, all stabbing these landlords with needles. As for the female militia who were responsible for maintaining order, they were just smiling. They used to be the same as these maids, but now they have become soldiers of Yang Dashang, which can make more sisters do the same.

Drum Tower.

"Master!"

Feng Shan walked to Yang Feng, who was admiring the city.

"how's it going?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Returning to the commander-in-chief, our army pursued to the Jintan. The remaining enemy troops retreated into the Jintan. Along the way, more than 6,000 enemy soldiers were captured, including one thousand wounded soldiers. In addition, 1,000 enemies were killed in battle, 200 of our army were killed, 300 injured, twenty-four thousand field artillery, 100 Franchise machines, 4,000 turtledove guns, and 300 horses were seized. As for the ammunition, we are still in the counting.

We seized all the enemy camps.

The gunpowder alone costs more than 100,000 kilograms, and they are all newly created good gunpowder.

Our tactics seem to be beaten and not fight back, but in fact, there are not many casualties and injuries. Instead, we walked up to the enemy and shot them in a round of volleys, and many more were killed and injured.

This kind of tactic seems unprofitable, but it is actually the most cost-effective."

Feng Shan said with a smile.

He didn't know that this was the result of the 30 Years of War in Europe, and countless blood was exchanged. The queue was not the inspiration of a genius, but the force was forced out step by step. Starting from the Spanish phalanx, the formation on the European battlefield was a process of continuous elongation. It took nearly two centuries to finally become those three seemingly thin lines.

Millions of soldiers who died in battle can testify, and this is the optimal solution on the battlefield.

And no one.

"Go and go and have a look!"

Yang Feng stood up and said.

"What should he do?"

Feng Shan pointed to Feng Menglong who was still following there.

"Go to Changzhou to tell Liu Yuanlin that you have provoked a war, but I have the final say when the war will end!"

Yang Feng said.

After saying that, he left.

Feng Shan called two soldiers and asked them to send Feng Menglong away. Then he also caught up with the general and went to the prisoner-of-war camp outside the city together.

Feng Menglong didn't say anything, but followed the two soldiers in a daze, and walked out of the city with the joy of the unruly people. He was indeed confused. He was in chaos now. The education he received told him that this was a carnival of a group of unruly people and thieves colluding with them, which was evil. But the education he received also told him that the hearts of the people are the most important, so the people's hearts are the hearts of the people. No matter how hostile he is to all of this in front of him, he has to admit that this is the hearts of the people.

So……

What was wrong?

Of course, no one cared about his mood. Just when he was sent out of the city and boarded a small boat to Changzhou, Yang Feng also arrived at the prisoner-of-war camp on the other side of Danyang City. This place was actually the previous military camp of the Changsheng Army. The previous confrontation in Danyang lasted for more than a month. During this period, both sides built military camps. The military camp of the Changsheng Army was still very large, and countless supplies were hoarded in it, and now it all fell into Yang Feng's hands.

And what was presented to him was a bustling scene...

"Are you all full?"

Marshal Yang stood up in chaos and shouted at the prisoners of war who were originally eating.

The scene here is quite like the Qiu Qingquan Army eating in the decisive battle. There are countless wooden tables lined up side by side, with basins of rice and vegetables in the middle. The prisoners sitting on both sides of the table holding bowls, and they were also large porcelain bowls. The Beijing camp that pursued them also had dinner together, so there were nearly 20,000 people in total, and the scene of nearly 20,000 people eating was quite spectacular.

They haven't stopped since yesterday.

The Changsheng Army was running away, and the Jing camp was chasing behind him, following the Danjinli Cao River to the north of Jintan. The cavalry even chased the Jintan City. The Changsheng Army ran quickly into the Jintan, and was captured by the slowest run, and some ran away and disappeared.

"I'm full!"

The soldiers from the Beijing camp answered first.

The captives continued to panic.

A large part of them and the soldiers in the Beijing camp are actually familiar with each other, which is also the main reason why they surrender honestly as long as they are caught up. Everyone is from the same hometown and may even know each other, so there is no need to resist.

The fifth town of Jingying was originally the Suzhou Volunteer Team that was originally in Nanjing.

And these prisoners were also Su Songchang Town's four prefectures.

Most of them are in Suzhou, but unlike the previous volunteer teams, most of them are employed by gentry at the bottom of the clan and controlled by clan relations, but in fact they are only at the level of receiving salary and eating. After all, it is not uncommon for thousands of clans among the big clans such as Susong. Those gentry are indeed rich enough to compete with the country, but there are also many people in the bottom of the clan who cannot eat. At most, because of clan relations, they will receive certain relief from the gentry during famine.

but……

These clan gentry were also the ones who caused their bankruptcy.

Land annexation is often within the clan. If outsiders want to annex, they have to see whether the gentry agrees or not. If their clan exploits themselves, it is not the turn of outsiders to get a share of the pie.

"Just eat enough, you can rest assured that as long as it is not a massacre of the people, there is no need to be afraid of me. Our Red Turban Army treats prisoners preferential treatment, and you will not be hungry, and you will not kill you. After eating, take a break, listen to the opera and the storyteller first, and then someone will register for you. Those who are willing to follow us, everything is the same as them. If you don't want to, each person will receive a silver or a liang of travel expenses."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"The handsome guys really let the young guys go?"

A prisoner said incredible.

"If you don't let you go, would you care about your food every day? You think I don't want to do it yet, so don't worry about anything. Yang came here just to let the poor live a good life. You are all poor people. If you really have 100 acres of fertile land at home, you wouldn't come to join the army. Yang likes to fight against local tyrants and divide the land, but he never makes things difficult for the poor."

Yang Feng said.

The prisoners all laughed.

"The Grand Marshal is right. The young man doesn't even have a mu of land at his family. He just moves goods at the wharf and makes money to buy rice for a day. If he doesn't work for a day, he will be hungry. If he really has dozens of acres of fertile land, he will come to join the army and fight if he is stupid."

A brave prisoner said.

"But wasn't Yang just going south just to get you dozens of acres of fertile land? Who did I share the land with the local tyrants? Then, wouldn't you be stupid to resist me when you join the army?"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

The captive fell silent for a moment.

And the other prisoners were silent...
Chapter completed!