allonlinenovel Chapter 964 Compared to Yang the Madman, Jia Xu is a true gentleman!
Chapter 964 Compared to Yang the Madman, Jia Xu is a true gentleman!
My name is Hu Bailao, and I owe Yang Shiren tens of thousands of laborers that I haven't paid back.
Yang Shiren wouldn't go so far as to kidnap my daughter to pay off a debt, because I have no daughter, and Yang the Madman is the emperor's son-in-law, so I wouldn't dare to do anything reckless.
However, he relentlessly slandered and defamed me.
If it weren't for my elder sister's sake, I, Hu Bailao, would have loved to kill Yang Dianfeng with a single blow.
Hu Weiyong stared at Yang Shaofeng with a hostile expression, mentally devising 108 different forms of torture for him.
Yang Shaofeng, however, didn't take it to heart at all. Instead, he said with a smile, "Find a few more opera troupes, choreograph a few more similar plays, and perform them in each village and community."
"For example, when His Majesty first rebelled against the Yuan Dynasty, a centurion of the Red Turban Army hid in the home of a poor man in Ningyang County with his wounded brothers to recuperate. Meanwhile, a local gentry named Hu colluded with the Yuan soldiers. His advisor, Hu Deyi, repeatedly tested them, but the people of Ningyang County cleverly protected the Red Turban Army soldiers as they recuperated. When the army arrived in Ningyang County, they finally eliminated Lord Hu."
"Ordinary people can't understand proclamations or official documents, nor can they comprehend the bureaucratic language used by government officials, but they can always understand plays like this."
"The first step is to ruin the reputation of those local gentry and gentry, so that the common people can see their true colors."
Hu Weiyong's face darkened further.
It's all because of tens of thousands of laborers!
First, I forcibly abducted women and lent them money. Then, I colluded with the Yuan soldiers and even tried to harm the Red Turban Army. I have committed countless evil deeds and will be infamous for eternity!
I really want to fight you to the death!
Hu Weiyong cursed inwardly, but Zhu Biao nodded directly, and Li Shanchang stroked his beard and smiled, saying, "The Prince Consort's method is good, that's how it should be done."
Therefore, I, Hu Weiyong, will become Hu Shiren from now on?
Damn it, that old scoundrel Li Shanchang is no good either.
My niece has been betrothed to the nephew of that old scoundrel Li Shan, so the two families can be considered related by marriage, right?
But look at how that old scoundrel Li Shanchang treated me.
He doesn't care at all whether I live or die!
Hu Weiyong cursed Yang Shaofeng and Li Shanchang in his heart, and even wished he could directly stab two voodoo dolls!
However, Li Shanchang did not care what Hu Weiyong thought.
Things have escalated to this point, and it's fair to say that relations have completely broken down.
Yang Dianfeng wanted to completely tear off the hypocritical masks of the local gentry and virtuous people.
Driven to desperation, the local gentry and gentry might just go all out.
The struggle could escalate to a life-or-death stage at any moment, allowing no room for leniency or retreat.
Since he and Hu Weiyong were both from the Huaixi noble families, their interests and those of the court were aligned, naturally placing them on the opposite side of the local gentry or bureaucratic gentry.
What's even more infuriating is that I foolishly added fuel to the fire in this struggle.
Damn it, this is truly a case of someone who spends all day hunting geese only to have their eyes pecked by the geese themselves.
While inwardly complaining, Li Shanchang stroked his beard and said, "The matter of arranging the opera troupe will still have to be handed over to the Ministry of Rites in the future."
Hu Weiyong was slightly taken aback and asked, "Ministry of Rites? Wasn't it said that..."
Li Shanchang smiled and said, "Although there are not many people left in the Ministry of Rites, there is no shortage of people in the court right now, and someone can step in at any time."
At this point, Li Shanchang turned his gaze to Yang Shaofeng: "Only the matter of arranging the plays will require the Prince Consort to put in a lot of effort."
Yang Shaofeng nodded immediately and readily accepted the task.
Hu Shiren.
Hu Chuankui.
Hu Deyi.
Hu Lianju.
Hu Leshan.
I have someone choreograph several plays, and every villain will use Hu Weiyong as a template, with each villain meeting a tragic end.
Let him know the consequences of offending me!
While pondering this in his mind, Yang Shaofeng stroked his chin thoughtfully and said, "Does Your Highness still remember when the Duke of E sent some Yuan soldiers as prisoners to Ningyang County?"
Hu Weiyong's heart jumped into his throat.
This dog is crazy, what is he trying to do now?
Zhu Biao was taken aback by the question and replied, "Of course I remember."
Yang Shaofeng ignored Hu Weiyong's ever-changing expression, and instead grunted and continued, "After those Yuan soldiers were sent to Ningyang County, I organized several grievance meetings, allowing those oppressed Yuan soldiers to recall and recount how they were oppressed by Yan and the noble lords."
"Since these gentry and gentlemen of our Great Ming Dynasty are unwilling to behave themselves, then after the performance of 'The White-Haired Girl,' we can arrange for those tenants who have been oppressed in the past to come on stage and complain."
“If there is solid evidence, we can even bring those gentry and gentry onto the stage and make them confront the tenants and common people face to face.”
"It will also let the people know whether it is the tenants and the common people who are greedy and unrestrained, or the gentry and officials who are too much of a bully."
"..."
Li Shanchang couldn't help but glance at Yang Shaofeng.
poison.
That's really too toxic.
If we really followed Yang the Madman's methods, the gentry of the Ming Dynasty might have to be replaced entirely.
Those gentry who were dragged onto the platform to confront the tenants and common people were even more likely to be beaten to death on the spot.
Um, can anyone tell me how Yang the Madman came up with such a vicious plan?
Compared to Yang the Madman, Jia Xu and Jia Wenhe are both considered upright gentlemen!
Li Shanchang was internally ranting, while Hu Weiyong breathed a long sigh of relief, finally putting his mind at ease after being on edge for so long.
Thank goodness, thank goodness, this time they weren't targeting me.
As for whether those gentry who were brought to power would be beaten to death on the spot, or whether their ancestral graves would be dug up.
What business is it of mine!
It would be better if they were all exiled to Liaodong!
Thinking of this, Hu Weiyong said with a smile, "The Prince Consort is right. The tenants and common people should be allowed to confront those rich and heartless gentry on the spot."
Zhu Biao glanced at Yang Shaofeng, then at Li Shanchang and Hu Weiyong, and finally couldn't help but say with a dark face, "Brother-in-law, Prime Minister Li, Governor Hu, have you ever thought about where our Great Ming Dynasty got so many opera troupes?"
"Once a theatrical troupe finishes performing in one county, the news will quickly spread to other counties."
"Will those local gentry who get wind of this destroy the evidence beforehand?"
"Will they silence them beforehand?"
"Will they rebel prematurely?"
Yang Shaofeng simply shrugged: "I only came up with this idea. As for the issue of the opera troupe, that's a matter for the officials of the Ministry of Rites to consider. What does it have to do with me?"
Zhu Biao's face darkened further: "Brother-in-law, have you forgotten that the Minister of Rites and the Right Vice Minister of Rites have both been imprisoned by imperial decree, and the Left Vice Minister of Rites is on his way to the capital? The Ministry of Rites has no manpower left."
Yang Shaofeng nodded seriously and replied, "Of course I haven't forgotten."
However, this matter should be handled by the Ministry of Rites; it should indeed be handled by the Ministry of Rites.
What does this have to do with me, Yang?