Zhujiang Street was the busiest street in Zhucheng. It faced the Pearl River to the north and the ocean to the east. It was the best sightseeing spot in the city.
From morning to night, this street was always busy and orderly.
But today, the appearance of thousands of soldiers disrupted the order of Zhujiang Street.
"Seal the street!"
Following Fang Yun's order, thousands of soldiers trotted forward and sealed off the entire Zhujiang Street.
"The Marquis of Zhujiang has arrived. All shopkeepers, come out to welcome him!" Suhlen's voice was like spring thunder, causing the tiles on the nearby roofs to rattle.
Not long after, the shopkeepers hurriedly walked out and walked toward Fang Yun under the instructions of the soldiers.
There were rows of shops and buildings on both sides of the road. Many merchants and passersby stood on both sides of the road and watched the scene curiously from behind the soldiers.
Fang Yun rode on a tall black horse. The horse's hair looked like it had been smeared with oil under the sun. It was dazzling and painful to look at.
Fang Yun sat on the horse and looked at the thousands of shopkeepers and workers in front of him. He said loudly, "This Marquis is back!"
Many people's expressions changed.
"Those people behind you know very well what kind of temper I, Zhang Longxiang, have. I don't have the time to pursue the past. I don't know what will happen in the future. But as long as I, Zhang Longxiang, am here, I am the most powerful person on Zhujiang Street! From today onwards, the accounts of all the shops on Zhujiang Street will be taken over by the Pingjiang Army. After deducting the necessary funds for operation, all the income will be donated to the Pingjiang Army in the name of donations! "
Fang Yun coldly scanned everyone present and observed their every move. Even if he couldn't hear what they were whispering in the distance, he could read their lips just by looking at their lips.
"I know you're up to all kinds of tricks. I don't care. Guards! "
At Fang Yun's command, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the air behind him. Two strong soldiers carrying a huge beheading knife approached and placed the handle of the knife into Fang Yun's hand.
Fang Yun grabbed the executioner's knife and threw it at the ground in front of him. With a bang, the large knife pierced through a stone slab and went deep into the soil below, revealing the handle.
"Don't force me to pull out this blade!" After Fang Yun finished speaking, he looked down at everyone.
The shopkeepers felt their bodies turn cold. They couldn't see any emotion in Zhang Longxiang's eyes. They were like sheep waiting to be slaughtered, and could lose their lives at any time.
Fang Yundao said, "I remember that all the shopkeepers of Zhujiang Street have formed a Chamber of Commerce. Then, as the owner, I will gather all the shopkeepers for a meeting. You know very well what my father did back then. I don't mind doing it again. "
When Zhang Wankong took over as Marquis of Zhujiang, the first thing he did when he arrived in Zhujiang was to kill half of the shopkeepers.
"I'll be waiting for you at Knowing Taste Building. Let's taste the oysters of Pearl City that we haven't eaten for a long time!" Fang Yun said as he dismounted and walked towards the most famous restaurant on Pearl River Street.
The people on the street looked at Knowing Taste Building curiously. Then, they saw twelve old men enter one after another and didn't come out for a long time.
Everyone waited for a long time, but no one came out. They had no choice but to go home for lunch.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Fang Yun came out of Knowing Taste Building. At the same time, ten old men came out to see him off.
That night, something big happened in Pearl City. The shopkeepers of Good Virtue Grain Company and Pearl Water Pawnshop died of illness in Knowing Taste Building. Their families were confiscated and sent to the prefectural magistrate's office by the soldiers of Ping Jiang Army. They were accused of using slaves to bully their masters and plotting to seize their masters' wealth.
The next morning, a branch of the Marquis of Qishan spread the news on the list, saying that the Marquis of Zhujiang had massacred innocent people in Pearl City. But then, the Imperial Scholar of Ping Jiang Army posted the evidence of the two shopkeepers' crimes on the list, and the matter quickly settled down.
Fang Yun, in the name of Marquis of Zhujiang, smoothly took over all the shops, houses, and land.
As March approached, the chill in Pearl City disappeared and became warmer.
After dealing with the properties of the Marquis of Zhujiang, Fang Yun was free again. Suhlen was in charge of the training plan of the Ping Jiang Army. As for the Official Document Room, he had already found out everything. He just had to go there once every day in the morning, noon, and night to get his seal stamped. Anyway, even if he did his best, his subordinates would make mistakes. Instead of wasting time falling into Marquis Lumen's trap, he might as well use it on his practice.
As the Qingming Festival arrived, Pearl City held a grand Qingming Festival just like in previous years. The scholars in the city secretly rubbed their fists and palms, preparing to show off their literary talent.
However, no one knew how many years it was because the county examination would be held on the fifteenth of March. It was the starting point of their lives.
On the day of the Qingming Festival, Fang Yun went to the Official Document Room and the Ping Jiang Army camp. When he returned, it was already late in the morning. Sitting in the carriage, he pondered what poem to compose for the Qingming Festival.
With the passage of time, Fang Yun felt that he was getting closer and closer to becoming a Grand Scholar. Recently, he was not in the mood to compose poems and lyrics. He was prepared to compose a random one and put more effort into his promotion to Grand Scholar.
Once he became a Grand Scholar, he would be the true high-level power of the human race. After becoming a Grand Scholar, his strength in all aspects would increase qualitatively.
Someone once said that a Grand Scholar was the pinnacle of a mortal's strength. Starting from a Grand Scholar, one could be considered to have stepped onto the path of a saint.
As Fang Yun was thinking, he suddenly received a letter from Wei Changxian.
"Dare I ask Marquis Zhang, have you prepared the poem for today's Qingming Festival?"
Fang Yun snorted coldly and replied, "What does this marquis composing a poem at the festival have to do with you?"
"It has nothing to do with me. However, in order to prevent the army's morale from being shaken, this year's Qingming Festival is different. The Marshal's Office has ordered that all Qingming Festival poems must be submitted to the Marshal's Office for review in advance. If the poems have any words that shake the army's morale, they are prohibited from participating in the festival! The Marshal thinks highly of you, so he ordered me to contact you first. "
"You are really audacious! Don't tell me you want to force the scholars of Zhu City to look down on you? "
"Marquis, your words are too serious. We have no other choice. Please understand."
Fang Yun saw Wei Changxian's disgusting smile between the lines.
"What if I don't give the poem to you?"
"Then you cannot participate in today's Qingming Festival. Therefore, I ask Marquis daren to reconsider."
"Bullshit! A bunch of trash. Not only can you not write good poems, you also like to obstruct other people from writing poems! "After Fang Yun finished sending the letter, he simply stopped contacting Wei Changxian.
The sun set in the west. Fang Yun rode a horse carriage towards Zhu City's Wen Courtyard. Before he reached the entrance of the Wen Courtyard, he was stopped by soldiers on the road.
A soldier's voice sounded from outside the door, "The Marshal's Office has ordered that Marquis of Zhujiang Zhang Longxiang cannot participate in the Qingming Festival! We are only following orders. I hope Marquis daren will be magnanimous and forgive us. "
"Please forgive us, Marquis!" Many soldiers pleaded in unison.
"Marquis Lumen, this bastard! Get lost, get lost. I won't bicker with you! Turn the carriage around. I want to go out of the city to relax! "Fang Yun imitated Zhang Longxiang's tone and cursed loudly.
"Master, to the south or north? There are too many people in the north of the city … "The driver asked.
"Yes. During the Qingming Festival, everyone will go out. Don't go to the north of the city. Go to the south of the city." Fang Yundao said.
Not long after, the horse carriage stopped at the south of the city wall. Fang Yun climbed up the city wall and looked around. The sky and earth were clear and boundless. He was in a good mood.
But after looking for a while, Fang Yun's mood became heavy. He slowly picked up the brush and grinded the ink.
Without Fang Yun, the Qingming Festival continued as usual.
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