King Dashun never mentioned the upcoming autumn examination, but finally made the scholars in the governing area angry. For his own interests, the scholars sent representatives to submit a petition in Mianzhou where King Dashun was temporarily staying. The local officials who temporarily handled the affairs of the prefectures and counties did not take it seriously at all. The man was originally a rude man who could not read a big word, so he knew that such a big storm would cause such a big storm.

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Zhang Qian remembered that on this day in the past, his small temple was particularly lively. Now, although he was eating dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder, he was surrounded by jade carriages and jade chariots. The hat of Dashun King was pressed on his head, but he felt more and more awkward. Standing in the attic, looking at the Jade Buddha Temple several miles away, the smoke pillars soared into the sky and the crowds were surging. He was stunned and could see it.

"Master, it's not good..." When a man who was imitating the eunuch's sharp voice suddenly interrupted Zhang Qian's thoughts, he glared at him with a spoiled look. After turning around, he saw a group of black people swarming towards his official residence. In an instant, he arrived in front of him, surrounded Zhang Qian's official residence layer by layer, stood in the small building in the garden and looked out. More and more people rushed in from afar, and soon became a crowd of people. The people in the front rows were uniformly wearing bachelor's crowns, blue shirts, and square shoes. Needless to say, scholars were rioting.

A scholar in green clothes, who was leading the fist, repeatedly knocked on the door, and no one came out to discuss it. The emotions of the scholars around him began to heat up. Everyone raised their arms and shouted, and the slogans were heard one after another. The huge leather drum that was originally placed at the door was quickly broken by dense drum beats, and was thrown around, and soon disappeared. The original drum rack was quickly dismantled into wooden strips. Under the eaves of people on the street, people stood in a row, watching these scholars without any gaps. Zhang Qian saw that more and more people were watching on the street, and he was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. In the midst of the trouble, a team of murderous intent, full of armor, holding golden axes, osmium spears and other weapons came slowly towards the official residence where Zhang Qian was, which immediately made him feel terrified.

The scholar in Qingyi, who was the leader, was Qian Jue. He was well-educated and had already passed the Jinshi. He was generous and righteous, helping the poor and poor. He was a local scholar in Mianzhou. He had a prestige among the local literati. He saw that the students below had no hope of autumn examinations. He had experienced it himself. How many three years can a student have? If he missed it, he would regret it for his whole life. The petition signed by hundreds of people who sent him to the Mianzhou Office a few days ago was delivered by him. However, the ardent hope that represented thousands of students was like a stone cow entering the sea and there was no news. In the end, Qian Jue had to go to the streets to petition, which seemed inappropriate, to find a way out for the students in Mianzhou.

An envoy who had just arrived wearing brocade armor and a sword on his waist came forward and asked, "You scholars can't help but feel that this is a forbidden place? Those who are in trouble will be killed!"

"We scholars are selected by the state in the future. We first report our intentions, but we dare not enter the forbidden area without any fear." Qian Jue replied in a humble and arrogant manner.

"Who are you?"

"If you don't change your name or your surname, Qian Jue, is a teacher in Mianzhou City."

"If you don't go back and teach your students well, what's the matter here to get together?"

"Students have no books to read, so it's better not to teach."

"You are so awake. Since I changed the banner here, I have not deliberately made things difficult for you scholars. I have taken care of you in every way and don't be shameless."

"Then please help us students find a way out for life." Qian Jue handed over a silk book to the envoy.

"My king is worried about national affairs, the power of heaven is unpredictable, and you can't wait until you can live back."

"We are loyal to the country and have no regrets when we die."

The envoy said, "Since that's the case, wait and wait under this stairs. I'll send your silk book in for you. During this period, I'll kneel down to me."

The envoy's last sentence was obviously a fault. He saw that the soldiers behind him quickly surrounded the scholars in the center. However, these young men were straight and gathered together to form a wall of people. They turned a deaf ear to such unreasonable requests. In their opinion, the one who really deserved to kneel was the master far away in Tokyo. The king of bandits behind the door had gold under their knees. Even if the heads fell to the ground, they would not bear humiliation and accept the unreasonable requests at present.

A soldier was furious and was about to swing his sword to slash at a scholar who was staring at him. A scolding suddenly sounded: "Scholars cannot kill them."

"Scholars and officials share the world with each other. Without scholars, how can the world be governed in the future?"

The sounds of tyrannical sounds in the crowd came one after another. The sources of these sounds were basically from the crowd who were watching in the distance. The envoy who was originally going to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys found that the crowd was angry and signaled the soldier in the distance to stop. The crowd settled down. He pushed open the door of the official residence and rushed in in shame.

Facing the situation outside, Zhang Qian, who was staring at all at a distance, was even more at a loss. He didn't listen to what the envoy who had just knelt beside him. If Tan Daoji was by his side at this moment, what would he do? It shouldn't be, and it shouldn't be. He believed the rumors from the people below and sent him far away. Inviting him back at this time was obviously not going to quench his near thirst.

Zhang Qian was hesitant and had no reply. The two sides who were originally confronting each other eventually had a conflict. Soon, a large number of stones, wooden boards, vegetable gangs, rotten fruits and other debris frequently hit the soldiers. The soldiers who were already holding their ruthlessness could not bear it. The two sides quickly fought together. But what was strange was that the soldiers who were originally close to the murderous soldiers were like gods. The soldiers who were originally maintaining order were knocked down in an instant. If they were not done well, in a while, when the rioters rushed in, Zhang Qian's official residence soon became a place for everyone to bury the corpse.

At this point, Zhang Qian and the panicked people had no choice. He sighed in extreme frustration and ordered the envoy who had just negotiated with Qian Jue to go out and announce that he agreed to everything requested in the silk book. The most important one was that he would send those scholars to Chengdu Prefecture to participate in the autumn examination, and also had to provide travel expenses.

But the envoy just went out, but something happened again. Just now, the envoy thought that those scholars were easy to bully, so he pulled out the sword in his arms as soon as he went out, pointed at him, cursed and intimidated. However, he didn't know that the people who were petitioning outside were in a strong position, so he could not allow a sharp-talking fake eunuch to point fingers here. Immediately, countless people surrounded him from all directions, and a flying stone knocked the sword in his hand behind. The crowd grabbed him instantly and fisted and kicked him. In an instant, he became a piece of meat and blood. When the others saw that the situation was not good, they immediately returned to Zhang Gan, with their slim legs, wishing they could push Zhang Gan as a shield.

"I will go and explore the words of these people again. As long as I am willing to retreat quickly, I will agree to all their requests."

"Your Majesty, you can't do it. Once you have a precedent, how can you fight the future war?"

"This is the king's delaying plan. After passing this level, we will settle the score with them later."

"Just who should be sent to..."

Everyone was huddled like quails, not willing to ask for this fatal errand. Hearing the thug outside getting worse and worse, Zhang Gan's face became increasingly ugly.

"King, I have important things to report."

“Come in quickly.”

"King, here is a silk book that the students outside just tied with stones and threw in. It says..."

"Remember, read."

"The envoy who just left did not explain the king's reply at all. He was just using airs to scare people. There might be some misunderstandings here."

"That bastard is too poor to be defeated and die. What else is there to be said?"

"They hope that the king can show up in person, answer their requests one by one, and then disperse immediately."

"This..." Zhang Gan hesitated whether he should go out. The guards around him looked terrifying and confused. Once the rioters rushed in, these people probably wouldn't care about his life and death at all, and broke out alone.

"King, this is not a bad thing."

"just in case..."

"Of course there are conditions for the king to appear. Those rioters must retreat a hundred steps away. As long as those people can hear the king's edict, the riot will actually be quelled."

"This matter is left to you. You can negotiate immediately. If you violate the order, you will be executed immediately."

This man thought he would think about the boss everywhere and had a good idea to help Zhang do a good idea to suppress the riot in front of him. However, he had never thought that he would take on this chore. He saw the crowd that had just been angry. Those soldiers were warriors who had fought out of the crowd. However, he was vulnerable in front of the torrent. Compared with the soldiers who had just served the country with loyalty and courage, his strength was immediately obvious. It was obviously a way to send a sheep into the tiger's mouth. However, this man was clever and walked to the wall door and thought of a way to throw a stone to ask for directions. He found a pen, several white papers, and wrote Zhang Gan's reply on it, tied it to the stone and threw it out. Soon the other party had an answer.

"Get back, they retreated." A fake eunuch who was watching the second floor of the park shouted excitedly. Of course, this matter quickly reached Zhang Gan's ears. Zhang Gan was so excited that he bounced up from the dragon chair. He climbed up the second floor of the park surrounded by people and began to look outside. Sure enough, the crowd that was originally surrounded by the wall was separated by a long distance from the wall. After counting it, there were indeed hundreds of steps. Zhang Gan was overjoyed, lifted up the wide dragon robe on his body, and walked towards the big red door of the official residence. When he pushed open the door, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. There were more than ten corpses lying in the corner of the wall, most of which were brought by the envoy. As expected, two fists could not match four hands. No matter how good his ability was, he was afraid of a kitchen knife.

Zhang Gan only glanced at the bloody corpses, and forced himself to resist the uproar in his stomach. He walked to everyone a hundred steps away, cleared his throat, and said excitedly: "I..."

Only then did he open his mouth and suddenly shoot a cold arrow from his throat, shooting directly into his throat. Before everyone could understand, the quick arrow directly exposed his head from the back of his head. Zhang Gan fell to the ground and twitched for a while, and then he felt sad. The people around him were immediately frightened and ran away in all directions, and they were still concerned about whether Zhang Gan was dead or alive.

The crowd burst out with loud cheers. As for who was making a cold arrow, the rioters didn't care at all. Now, except for the evil in front of them, scholars can continue to participate in the autumn examination, merchants can continue to have land to farm, and merchants can continue to open their doors to do business, which is more than anything. As for those who followed the Dashun King to make trouble, the officers and soldiers will naturally not miss the opportunity to beat the dogs in the water. The rebels, who had no leader, were soon divided into several groups. Several people were released from Mianzhou City to break through, and Cao Erhu from the outside picked up a big advantage, killing the fake monks directly. As for the people who fled to the surrounding prefectures and counties, they were soon wiped out by other anti-rebellion troops. This group of monks who seemed to be vigorously rebelled and had their disciplines corrupted. Compared with the peasant movements of Zhang Shun and Wu Xiaobo at the beginning of the founding of the country, even historians were reluctant to publish them in history. They simply summarized them in just one sentence.

Xincao City, Chengdu Prefecture.

After learning that King Zhang Gan of Dashun was sentenced, Gou Kuixi couldn't wait to bring the news to Tan Daoji. As a person who is now on the same pirate ship and the common interests of Gou Kuixi has accomplished a big thing for the other party, should Tan Daoji be rewarded?

"Congratulations to Brother Daoji, from today on, you will be completely separated from the past and become prosperous, just around the corner."

Tan Daoji looked cold and closed his eyes and still hit his beat with his fingers. He answered slowly: "I guess Jingli will know the news immediately. I'm afraid there will be a big move on it. Before that, I will definitely help you with your affairs."
Chapter completed!