Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 159 I Don't Eat Beef
"Run! The demon is coming again!"

"Fire!"

……

Faced with Yang Feng's swooping descent, the city collapsed.

Officials trying to salvage the situation desperately tried to stop the fleeing soldiers, but the soldiers were fleeing for their lives, so the officials became like stones in the torrent, disappearing in the blink of an eye. Similarly, the servants organized by the gentry were also fleeing, and the gentry who had organized them to serve the emperor also disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The image of that figure with golden wings spread in the sky, clad in golden armor, and wielding a halberd, created a spiritual impact on the people of this era...

In their impoverished imagination, only gods meet this standard.

God descended to earth.

Of course, anything that doesn't align with one's own interests is considered a demon descending upon the world.

But whatever it may be, for ordinary soldiers and servants, facing such an opponent is not the choice they should make.

Defiing the gods will incur divine punishment.

Fighting against demons...

Demons are even more terrifying!

In short, apart from a very few who were loyal to our Great Qing and were willing to risk their lives to repay the Emperor's kindness, the entire military force of the city was fleeing.

Even the ruling system is fleeing.

So much so that many people didn't know why they were fleeing. Even if they saw Yang Feng, they might not have recognized him as the enemy. In fact, because it happened so suddenly, even many officials were unaware that the city was under attack by bandits. This was quite normal, given that this was the provincial capital, with a host of government offices from various systems, including the governor, the provincial treasurer, and the education commissioner. It was understandable that the governor and the provincial commander mobilized troops for defense, but the education commissioner was unaware of what had happened.

It's all chaos.

This is the scene that greeted Yang Er and his friends as they entered the city.

They stood on the city streets where they used to have to pay taxes to enter, holding weapons that once belonged to the enemy, looking around somewhat blankly, even at a loss. The common people who were perched on the walls and on the rooftops on both sides were also watching them. Of course, these common people did not run away, after all, the official's affairs were none of their business. They just watched from the sidelines. The two sides stared at each other in this strange way.

"Yang Er, you are Yang Er, how did you rebel?"

A person on the wall looked at Yang Er and suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Er suddenly became sober.

"Let's eat meat! We'll eat meat with the gods! The gods are from heaven, and they even dug up an imperial seal from my field. We'll follow the gods to kill the Qing demons, and our descendants will all eat meat in the future!"

He shouted, brandishing his knife.

"Follow the gods and you'll get to eat meat!"

"We want to eat meat!"

……

A similarly excited roar erupted behind him.

At the same time, Yang Feng's figure swept across the sky.

"Eat meat with the gods!"

Then the person on the wall jumped down excitedly.

Then more people jumped.

"Eat meat!"

One of them picked up a knife that had been discarded by some Qing soldier and held it high.

Ultimately, everyone craves meat and no one wants to eat coarse food. When we didn't have anything to rely on, we didn't dare, but now that we have divine backing, what are we afraid of?

The golden figure that streaked across the sky greatly boosted the confidence of the unruly people.

So, accompanied by shouts of eating meat, more and more poor people came out, picking up weapons discarded by the Qing army, or taking whatever they could from their own homes to use as weapons, and joined the procession following the immortals. Yang Er walked excitedly at the front, and they gathered into a mighty torrent, moving forward through the city streets, and then the torrent continued to expand. Along the way, they smashed open the mansions of the gentry on both sides, dragging out the lords they usually feared, carrying out the grain inside amidst the latter's cries, wrapping the cloth inside around their ragged bodies, and dragging out the livestock to slaughter in the street.

Then more poor people cheered and poured towards them from all over the city.

Join them.

Yang Feng continued to hover in the sky.

He doesn't need to do anything else; he just needs to make sure the city's poor people see him.

Meanwhile, the Qing soldiers and officials inside the city had already opened the city gates and fled the city in a panic.

When Yang Feng descended from the sky to the Drum Tower, the entire city had already descended into chaotic revelry...

Of course, he had no interest in restoring order. In fact, this step was inevitable; how could a new order be rebuilt without smashing the old one?

He landed amidst the worship of the masses and then rested immediately.

It wasn't until the next day that he took to the skies again and shouted down to everyone, demanding that they gather along the shore of Yangjia Lake.

At this time, Yangjia Lake and Panjia Lake were one entity. This part was originally the Prince Zhou's Mansion. After the flooding of Kaifeng at the end of the Ming Dynasty, it became a large lake. All that was left was Coal Hill. There is also a Coal Hill here, and its location is similar to that of the Coal Hill in the Imperial Palace. Then, during the reign of the Fourth Prince, a dragon pavilion was built on Coal Hill, and a road was also built to cross the lake. Eventually, it was divided into two lakes, Yangjia Lake and Panjia Lake. Now it is called Yang Liulang's Residence Water Margin. The area along the shore is wide enough to accommodate the entire city.

However, by this time, there were no people left in the entire city.

The Qing army and officials all fled, as did the gentry who could escape, and even the timid and submissive citizens, since this had already become a rebellion.

How could our wise and virtuous ruler and ministers of the Great Qing Dynasty rebel!
What if the imperial army comes and massacres the city one day? The memory of the imperial army's fondness for massacres hasn't faded. In fact, Ma Ying-jeou still encourages the imperial army to burn, kill, and loot. Even after Wu Sangui was dealt with, many local officials reported that the imperial army had captured innocent people as slaves and asked His Majesty the Emperor to release them. Ma Ying-jeou was furious. What's wrong with the imperial army capturing a few slaves? If I'm to investigate the imperial army capturing people as slaves, shouldn't I also investigate whether you southern officials and gentry are secretly colluding with Wu Sangui?
Then the local officials were so frightened that they all shut up.

So after a night of chaos, those who dared to stay were basically troublemakers, at most some gentry who had been hung on trees and beaten by troublemakers, some self-proclaimed masters who considered themselves hermits, and some people who wanted to take the opportunity to rise up. However, there were also a few poor scholars who sought wealth and honor through risk, after all, poor scholars had quite a few complaints under the system of selling official positions in our Great Qing Dynasty.

In the Ming Dynasty, those who bought their way into the Imperial Academy had virtually no chance of becoming officials. They were considered worse than dogs and belonged to the very bottom of the hierarchy of official rank. But in the Qing Dynasty, they could become Governor-General of Zhili through this very means.

Li Wei.

He bought his way into officialdom, first buying the degree and then using that to buy a minor official position, putting him on the same starting line as those who passed the imperial examinations. He then used his wealth to pave the way, and because of his family background, he gained the favor of the Fourth Prince, ultimately becoming a renowned minister of the Qing Dynasty. Looking at it this way, it wasn't easy being a poor scholar in the Qing Dynasty. He had to compete with other poor scholars who had studied diligently, with the descendants of families with generations of official rank, with the privileged status of their ancestors, and with someone like Li Wei who used money to pave the way. Those who succeeded were truly blessed, but most ended up poor.

Suddenly, a deity descended, and it is said that he also possessed the Imperial Seal of the State.

what is this?
My Shile has arrived.

My extraordinary talent is finally going to fetch a good price!
"The Qing demons wreaked havoc on the world, and the people suffered terribly. The Immortal Venerable descended to earth, the Imperial Seal of the State was unearthed, the sun and moon shone again, and the mountains and rivers were swept away!"

A poor scholar, wearing a patched-up, obviously worn-out robe, lay on the muddy ground by the lake, shouting excitedly.

Yang Feng, who was flying slowly by, glanced at him with a puzzled look.

The poor scholar was visibly agitated.

"So why weren't you robbed?"

Yang Feng asked curiously.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, his family is so poor they can't even get enough to eat. Last year, to raise money to bribe the instructor, they even sold their daughter. The only thing we could rob from his house was his wife, but she's a virtuous and kind woman. We were too embarrassed to lay a hand on her. It's just a pity that she's with such a good-for-nothing; not only can she not earn money, but she also has to work hard to support us." A scoundrel next to him said with a smile.

Then everyone around burst into laughter, but the poor scholar remained calmly lying on the ground, clearly already used to it.

How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?
How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?

Then the Immortal Venerable's sigh rang out.

The poor scholar was excited again; it was obvious that the immortal understood him!
"So you should just go and be a swan!"

The Immortal Venerable said.

The poor scholar was at a loss.

He looked up in confusion, but at the same time, he suddenly felt himself flying. He instinctively screamed in terror, watching himself soar into the sky. But before he could regain his senses, he began to fall rapidly again...

"It seems you can't even seize the opportunity to become a great swan!"

Yang Feng looked at the poor scholar who was falling freely with a sigh.

The latter, with a terrified scream, crashed directly into the lake.

A joyful laugh echoed along the lake shore.

"Give his woman a hundred taels, and I'll consider it as buying her man's life. This kind of trash isn't worth a hundred taels. Since he didn't give her anything while he was alive, I'll give her something after he's dead!"

Yang Feng said to Yang Er.

The latter quickly agreed.

Yang Feng then continued forward.

Then he stopped in front of another group of people.

"I have descended to the mortal realm by the decree of the Jade Emperor to retrieve the Imperial Seal of the State, to destroy the Qing demons and restore our land. What do you say?"

He asked the leading elder.

"it is good!"

The latter answered quickly.

But the next moment, an energy blade appeared in Yang Feng's hand, swept past him, and the next moment his head fell to the ground.

"You dare to lie to me? You don't believe me anyway!"

He said disdainfully.

The young men were thrown into chaos, and one of them instinctively drew his knife.

But the next moment, the energy blade in Yang Feng's hand surged, like a reaping sickle, sweeping through them, and then their heads fell neatly.

“They dare to draw their swords in front of me? They're courting death. Remember to kill their whole family.”

Yang Feng said.

The remaining people in front of him were terrified and fell silent.

Yang Feng continued forward with satisfaction, then stopped in front of a prominent local gentry. The latter seemed to be the type who valued military strength, as there were hundreds of armed young men around him. Moreover, the clan was quite large, and they were all kneeling on the lake shore. This group must have a certain fighting capacity, otherwise they would have fled during last night's chaos.

"Wasn't your house robbed?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Reporting to the Immortal Lord, I have lived here for generations. My neighbors are all relatives and friends. I have always been kind and generous. Moreover, since the Immortal Lord has driven away the demons, the people have followed the Immortal Lord. Even if there are some troubles, they are all against those who are unwilling to submit to the Immortal Lord. As for me, who is willing to submit to the Immortal Lord, naturally no one will try to take me away."

The man quickly looked up and said with a forced smile.

Yang Feng nodded.

Then he swung his energy blade, and the guy's head fell to the ground.

The young and strong men stared at him in disbelief.

"He actually dared to look up at me; he must be trying to ambush me. What, are you trying to ambush me too?"

Yang Feng shouted.

The young men were so frightened that they immediately kowtowed, some even burying their heads in the mud.

Yang Feng nodded in satisfaction and continued forward.

Everyone fell silent. They knelt tremblingly on the lakeshore, none daring to raise their heads.

Yang Feng flew slowly along the lake shore, above the crowd, occasionally picking out a few unlucky ones, putting on an indifferent expression, and casually finding some excuse to behead them. Of course, it wasn't truly random; he only killed those who needed to be killed. These included the gentry who tried to escape disaster or even seek wealth through cooperation; those who were clearly not part of the system and would only cause trouble if left alive; the poor scholars who thought they had found their own Shi Le; and the local ruffians who were obviously taking advantage of the chaos.

There are quite a few like this; his pattern is unavoidable.

Kill them all first, then we'll talk.

When he finally finished flying around, there were thousands of corpses left on the shore, but the rest were truly terrified and all lay there obediently.

"Alright, according to your original Baojia system, each household will send one male, and one Bao will form a battalion. You will each elect a battalion commander, and each battalion will have ten teams. The battalion commander will then select team leaders, and everyone will go up to the city walls to prepare for defense. The remaining males will manufacture weapons inside the city. Those who do not yet have weapons will use farm tools. With me here, the Qing demons cannot invade. But if you want to follow me and enjoy wealth and honor, if you want to follow me and become officials and be granted titles, then you will have to exchange it by killing Qing demons. The more you kill, the more officials you will become, and the more titles you will receive."

There is still enough food in the city for now. It will be enough for you to train your troops before it runs out. Once you have trained your troops, I will lead you straight to the Qing demon's lair.

Don't let the elderly, weak, women, and children be idle either; they'll be responsible for food, drink, and transportation.

If you do well, you will also be rewarded, and you will be promoted to official positions and granted titles. Women will also be granted titles.

The land was then distributed according to rank.

Yang Feng looked at them and said.

He doesn't need to worry about this problem; he can just copy the approach from the late Ming Dynasty.

This system is still very effective, especially in an era where everyone is desperately expanding outwards. This system is enough to overwhelm all enemies on this planet with sheer scale. Moreover, it's not just about scale. As for weapons, that's not difficult at all. Flintlock muskets have long been standard equipment in European countries, and even the great war for the Spanish throne is almost over.

And flintlock muskets...

Pooh!
At a time like this, who still cares about flintlock pistols!
Can't we just pull the bolt wider?

Just give your men gunpowder and single-shot Mausers!

As for creating problems...

Does he really need to go through all that trouble?
Although the Imperial Seal of the State affected other divine artifacts, and the stock in the Fangtian Halberd could not be released, didn't he still have the Logistics Manager?
However, the most important thing now is not weapons, but to complete militarization and turn these people, who have been enslaved by my Great Qing for more than half a century, back into an army.

(End of this chapter)