In front of the camp gate.
The moonlight is like a knife, and the bleak autumn wind swirls the fallen leaves.
Feeling Yang Fan's cold eyes, Wang Dongchen, who didn't want to make the same mistake as Li Zhengxuan and was heartbroken, quickly moved forward on his knees.
"My lord, I am wronged for my humble position!"
"This matter was all done by Li Zhengxuan alone. I was forced to follow him because of his lustful power. Please give me a chance. I will definitely be shattered into pieces to repay you!"
Wang Dongchen knelt on the ground, kowtowing as if pounding garlic.
"Broken to pieces? If someone comes, let him be killed."
Yang Fan waved his hand.
"No, don't, sir..."
Wang Dongchen still wanted to struggle, but Zheng Weinian and others had already chained him up and pulled him outside.
Soon, he was reduced to dregs under the knife.
"Under the knife, his true form was finally revealed. He turned out to be a scumbag! No wonder he signed a joint letter to help the tyrants do evil and help the tigers!"
Yang Fan looked around.
Everyone who was swept by his sight felt awe-inspiring.
After all, a third-rank Minister of Rites and a fourth-rank Minister of Honglu Temple were right under their noses. One had his heart ripped out, and the other turned into a scumbag.
How could they not be afraid of what the West Factory Supervisor was doing!
"Now that the two villains have understood the punishment, this matter ends here. You should take this as a lesson!"
After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
However, Yang Fan's next words made their hearts twitch again: "From today on, all the recruited civilians will be sent back to their places, and the food will also be shipped back to provide relief for the local disaster."
"Sir, as for building the city and accepting foreigners..."
When someone heard this, their expressions changed slightly.
The people and food are gone, so how can they receive the people of Fangshan Ancient World?
Although they do not support the preferential treatment policies of Li Zhengxuan and Wang Dongchen, receiving foreigners is the current priority. Even if they do not build a city, they must at least build enough camps to receive them.
Moreover, food is also essential.
Otherwise, how can they accommodate and feed millions of people?
"Our family will make its own decision on this matter!"
Yang Fan glanced at the person who spoke, "Remember your identities clearly for our family. You are officials of my Ming Dynasty, not officials of Fangshan Ancient World! Your Majesty said that you want to accept them, but you don't want to provide for them!"
"The majesty of our Ming Dynasty is not obtained by seeking compromise, but by swallowing up the world! It is by relying on the queen to suppress an entire world by herself, so that they have to relocate their people!"
"However, they are here, but if they want to be my subjects of the Ming Dynasty, they are not qualified yet! Unless they make enough contributions, they will all be humble! They will perform corvee service and military service!"
"Did you hear that clearly?"
Yang Fan looked around at everyone present.
"Yes, sir!"
With Li Zhengxuan and Wang Dongchen's lessons learned, no one dared to jump out, so everyone responded in unison.
"Get down!"
As soon as Yang Fan waved his hand, a group of great scholars and officials all dispersed.
Yang Fan, on the other hand, went straight into the camp surrounded by a group of guards from the West Factory and occupied Li Zhengxuan's place without ceremony.
Camp, in a tent.
Three middle-aged men wearing brown fur clothes, Tieqiao clothes, and straw sandals were sketching on the sketch, and the outline of a grand and huge boundary gate was vaguely visible.
As if they felt something, the three Mohist half-saints couldn't help but look outside the camp.
"What a great West Factory Supervisor!"
They did not expect that as soon as the West Factory Supervisor arrived, he would kill Li Zhengxuan and Wang Dongchen so neatly.
In fact, they were also extremely dissatisfied with the arrangements of Li Zhengxuan and Wang Dongchen. However, they were not court officials. Even if they were powerful, they could not overstep their authority.
Especially, they are the Mo family!
As a prominent school that once kept pace with Confucianism and Taoism, some people in later generations once said, "Mozi is the only one who can compete with Confucius as a martial sage." So you can imagine the status of the Mohist school.
However, Confucius was Confucius after all. He tried his best to turn the world upside down, and continued the long river of literature so that it would never end.
Only then did Confucianism and Taoism flourish.
However, because the Mohist school could not be accepted by the upper-class rulers, its ideas were either absorbed and replaced by other schools, or lost support, and gradually turned to scientific creation, and gradually became unable to maintain the school.
Once prosperous, it came to an end.
After Mozi, it continued to split and gradually disappeared from people's sight.
"It has nothing to do with us, hurry up and build the boundary gate, and then return to the organ city immediately."
A slightly older man said, "There is definite news. Gongshujia presented an instrument called 'Conquering the World' to Emperor Ming. It is said to be able to carry thousands of people, travel across the space and space, and conquer across borders to form a field and offset the world." Will. I don’t have much time to wait!”
"yes."
The expressions of the other two people changed slightly and they responded quickly.
The three of them were immersed in the desk, only to hear the sound of rustling on the drawings.
In the central tent.
"Destroy the world?"
Yang Fan, who had just sat down, was slightly startled.
Especially after hearing what the Mohist Semi-Saint said about the function of this "world-cutting" instrument, the image of a huge aerial fleet appeared in his mind.
Cross-border conquest may not be a dream in the future.
Turn around.
Three Mohist half-saints came forward holding the blueprints of the realm gate.
The elder leader is named Bai Qi, and he is the only one among the three who has harvested the divine treasure. The other two have just mastered magical powers. They are all wearing pleated cloth robes and have dark skin.
"I've met my lord, this is the blueprint of the realm gate."
Bai Qi handed over the drawings, and Yang Fan took it casually. After a quick glance, he determined that this was a big project, "Our family is a layman, and Mr. Bai is still responsible for the construction of this gate. If you need anything, just ask."
Bai Qi nodded and said directly: "I need materials and enough manpower."
"The materials will be delivered in two days. As for the people..."
Yang Fan said calmly, "Those great scholars happen to be idle. Mr. Bai can use my order to mobilize them to receive re-education from the working people and understand the suffering of the common people. It is very necessary for them."
"good."
Bai Qi was not polite and went out with the token.
And not long after, Zhang Wenlong, who was ordered to move bricks by himself, couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"I am a great scholar..."
"Factory Supervisor Yang said that even the great Confucians have to move bricks."
Bai Qi said seriously.
"But I haven't moved..."
Looking at the token in Bai Qi's hand and seeing Yang Fan's harsh methods last night, Zhang Wenlong felt a little lack of confidence for a while.
"It's okay, you'll get used to it when you move around."
Bai Qi looked very understanding and said, "What's more, it's not just bricks, but also wood and cutting materials..."
The corners of Zhang Wenlong's mouth twitched fiercely.
But seeing Bai Qi turn around and leave, he had no choice but to follow him out.
As soon as he came out, he saw the great scholars who had come with him standing in a row. They were all wearing pleated brown clothes and straw sandals, and they were listening to the lectures of a Mohist semi-holy.
"This is the first time that I have so many great scholars at my disposal. Don't worry, it won't be worn out."
The half-sage of the Mo family smiled kindly.
Zhang Wenlong: "..."
