Li Sancai looked at these arrogant soldiers and generals in anger, and then looked at the pretty proud guy on the city wall...

"The heavenly disaster is in the bright future, and this monster is born!"

He couldn't help but wailed in sorrow.

Then his wail put an end to today's war.

Yang Yuan stopped beating, so Zhang Shijue who arrived later would certainly not be a fool.

Zhangjiawan City is indeed only two feet tall, but if you want to play with ants and attack the city, you have to prepare for a large number of casualties, especially Yang Feng, who may have to throw out one-third of the three thousand cavalrymen. To fight, all the troops must gather together and wait until there are enough cannon fodder.

There is no cannon fodder for the precious elite servants of both of them to be cannon fodder?

They have no shops in Zhangjiawan City.

Since this is the case, Yang Feng will do what he likes to do happily.

In fact, he was also bluffing.

Yang Yuan really attacked him with a headache.

Zhangjiawan City is quite special. The army itself is indeed a scumbag, but those merchants have a large number of servants, or caravan guards. The combat effectiveness of these people is far greater than that of the official army. And they are still on guard in these merchants or shops and warehouses everywhere. It is difficult for Yang Feng's subordinates to truly control the whole city, but now without the threat from outside, he can easily deal with these guys.

In front of a large mansion in the city.

"Open the door, open the door, and if you don't open the door, you can get the cannon!"

Yang Dashuai took a self-portrait and shouted.

The door opened immediately, and then a middle-aged man inside appeared with a smile on his face, bowing to him without hesitation...

"The commander-in-chief arrives, and the little rosy shines brightly!"

He said.

"Ye, you're pretty good at talking!"

Yang Feng looked at the fully armed guards behind him.

Although the latter did not have armored firearms, they were all tall and burly, most of them were iron whips and maces, and even those carrying bows and arrows. They looked alert behind this guy.

The Ming Dynasty could not help but feel cold weapons, so the guards raised by folk merchants were all martial arts masters...

Of course, I don’t have any internal skills and no unique martial arts skills. I am just strong, good at bows and arrows, and have rich experience in fighting cold weapons.

Don't underestimate these caravan guards.

When the Japanese pirates attacked Yangzhou, they were shot away by the salt merchant guards.

"The Grand Marshal was joking. Isn't the young man just a servant of the guests? The Grand Marshal was wronged again this time and had to go to Beijing to sue for his injustice. Although the young man was a businessman, he also knew loyalty and righteousness. Although his status was low and he was useless to speak, he had already prepared a thousand taels of silver to prepare for the general's needs from time to time."

The man said.

A burly man behind him came out with a box in his arms, and at least seventy or eighty kilograms of silver and wooden boxes were held in his arms. He walked over and bowed to serve him.

"What do you mean, I'm the kind of blackmail businessman?"

Yang Feng shouted.

"Why did the Grand Marshal say this? This is the sincere offer of the young man. The Grand Marshal suffered an unjust grievance. All those who know loyalty and righteousness in the world are unfair. Could it be that the Grand Marshal even rejected the young man's sincerity?"

"Uh, I like you who are good at talking."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

Then he held up the box from the strong man with one hand.

"Tutang, hurry up and express it!"

He turned and shouted.

Governor Gu stepped forward with a blank expression on his face, and the soldiers next to him unfolded a blank scroll. Governor Gu took the brush and wrote it mechanically. However, when his calligraphy reaches his level, it is basically instinct. Even if his mind is empty, he still writes like a silver hook and iron painting, and then he has to stamp it with a private seal and write the signature.

"Hurry, hurry, take it quickly. If you can get Chong'an Gong's ink treasure, what's wrong if you offer another thousand taels?"

The man shouted with surprise.

"Then give another thousand!"

Yang Feng said.

"Uh, offer, offer!"

This man was a cheerful person, and then someone brought out another box of silver.

"Borrow me for the use of you."

Yang Feng pointed to the guards behind him and said.

"Master, what can they do?"

"Military secrets, can they be used?"

"Uh, it can be used, it can be used, the coach can bring it to use it!"

...

Then Yang Feng took Governor Gu, carried the silver, and escorted more than fifty caravans toward the next family.

"Third Master, this is a reasonable person, but what did he want us brothers to do?"

An old servant behind him asked the man in a low voice.

"Just rest assured to each other."

The man said.

Then he looked at the scroll in his hand.

"We didn't suffer any loss. We quickly put it away, frame it, and take it back to Nanjing for more than two thousand."

He said with a smile.

At this time, Yang Feng had already knocked on another gate not far away.

Immediately afterwards, the people inside came out, and they were smiling all over their faces as if they saw their relatives...

In fact, the merchants trapped in the city are very clear. In this case, they either lose money to avoid disasters, or they will lose money in the end, and the loss of some money is nothing. When the canal thaws, the goods from the south arrive, at most they can raise prices to make up for the losses, but if their lives are gone, they will be lost. What's more, the merchants in the city are all employees at this time. The real owners behind them are wealthy families in the capital and famous families in Jiangnan. The losses of thousands of taels are just a drop in the bucket for these masters.

There is no need to work hard.

Yang Feng took the guards away for mutual trust between the two sides. After all, these guards would threaten his back and take them to a place to look.

As Governor Gu and Yang Dashui visited the team forward, the merchants in the city chose to cooperate one after another.

The money they took out was directly distributed to the soldiers who followed, including the military households in the city. Yang Dashuai played the role of the military household savior, so even the local military household in Zhangjiawan enjoyed the treatment of his subordinates, and everyone had the money to take.

At the same time, the local gentry families who hoarded grain were opened by soldiers and the poor, and then forced the warehouse to release grain, including Li Sancai's family. Yang Feng used to be angry with him on purpose, but now it is true. His family is the largest cotton and cloth hoarder in the local area. These are the most needed by the poor in the city in winter. Of course, Yang Feng had to give him some of them.

As for his father...

That was indeed an unfortunate accident.

But it really has nothing to do with Yang Feng. They were their own family servants who knocked him down and stepped on him under the horse's hooves when they collapsed.

And these servants...

That's all Yang Feng's business, he is not responsible for local public security.

Merchants lose money to ensure safety, and may not even lose money. After all, Governor Gu also gave Mobao. Although he is not a top calligrapher, his calligraphy has also been quite successful. Because of his identity, calligraphy and paintings are also valuable. At least these merchants are capable of operating. The poor are divided into food and cloth. In this cold winter, they will temporarily realize their dream of food and clothing. The soldiers also get the money they want, and the dream of making money with Yang Dashuai can be said to be realized.

Everyone is very happy.

Except for those local gentry.
Chapter completed!