Crown Prince of the Empire, I quit!

Sun Jinshan sat here, looking at the battle reports, his face greasy with excitement.

Although Qin Ming and Chu Ying had left to do business, nothing went wrong at Tongbao Pavilion where only Sun Jinshan was.

Under his arrangement, news of rebellion in various places quickly appeared in newspapers.

It seemed to be passing information to the court, asking them to come here quickly.

In fact, the news of these successes was quickly spread to the public.

Many people who were dissatisfied with Hua Yunhong's policies began to seize the means of production they originally owned.

Almost at the same time, outside the official weaving bureau of Sangzhou Prefecture, the silk reeling worker Aping clenched a special shuttle in her sleeve.

The tip of the shuttle was tempered with the ghost fire powder that Widow Wang had someone bring her. It was a mixture of indigo crystals and saltpeter, and it almost dyed her hands.

Three days ago, the government forcibly requisitioned new-style reeling machines from the people in the name of inspecting the craftsmanship.

A Ping's sister-in-law was shot through the palm by a crossbow when she tried to stop them.

"Du Zi wants to monopolize the raw silk trade. This is starving the silkworm farmers to death!"

It was a dark and windy night, and hundreds of silkworm women were crawling in the mulberry forest behind the weaving bureau.

Without any surprise, they chose to resist directly, because at this time news of rebellion had already spread from all directions.

It would be fine if they failed, but there was no news of any failure.

This gave these women confidence.

Although they are women, they also need to eat and live.

I would also get angry if someone ruined my job.

Thinking of this, everyone has actually made a decision in their hearts.

Last night, the women in the workshop gathered together and agreed to take action when the moon was dark and the wind was strong.

They dismantled the smashed old reeling cart and poured boiling water on the wall foundation.

The oyster shell mortar unique to Lingnan becomes brittle when exposed to heat.

When the wall collapsed, the scene in the warehouse suffocated everyone.

Thousands of reeling machines were dismantled and stacked, their gears and bearings like dismembered corpses.

“It really works!”

“Haha, come on!”

The female workers laughed.

They pulled out the prepared bamboo poles from under their linen skirts.

Using silk as ropes, they quickly bundled the reeling machine parts into loads. Some even sprinkled will-o'-the-wisp powder on the pursuers' lanterns.

Flames wrapped in poisonous smoke exploded, illuminating the eight characters written in blood on the lintel of the government warehouse:

The silk is gone and the cocoon is dry, but the person is still alive!

When the storm of seizing weapons swept through the town workshop.

A life-and-death battle for food and supplies is breaking out in the fields.

"Du Zi's agricultural envoy led his troops to harvest the wheat! They said it would be used as military rations!"

Tenant farmer Li Laoshuan lay in the scorching wheat stubble field, watching helplessly as the heavy ears of wheat in his own field were trampled by military horses.

The soldiers wore illegal sickles around their waists that were confiscated from various villages during the spring plowing season.

A knife with a blade longer than five inches is considered a weapon!

Since the incidents of rebellion occurred, they have tightened their control over weapons, but this has only fueled public discontent.

That night, Li Laoshuan gathered some people from his clan without any hesitation.

He led the villagers to pry open the cellar of the ancestral hall and carried out ten dusty wooden wind turbines.

The mechanism was converted into a sling, and the bamboo mats used for drying wheat were soaked in tung oil and rolled into torches.

Fire attacks are the most taboo during the wheat harvest season. The threshing grounds that the officers, soldiers and grain teams must pass through are surrounded by piles of newly harvested wheat straw.

At midnight, the bell gong sounded, and the Fenggu machine rained oil-soaked gravel onto the grain carts.

The torches ignited the straw stacks, and the fire dragon instantly engulfed the grain team.

In the chaos, villagers waved sharpened jujube wood shoulder poles, which were farm tools of the correct length.

Rushing into the fire scene, he specifically stabbed the leg bones of the escorting officers' mounts!

The horses convulsed and fell over, the grain bags were cut open, and the golden wheat grains spilled into the scorched earth.

Li Laoshuan grabbed a handful of wheat grains mixed with blood and ashes, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed them, laughing loudly:

"Even without a sickle, a stick can still take back the food that keeps us alive!"

Jiangyun Granary, in Jiangyunze where rivers crisscross, the government forcibly requisitioned civilian ships in order to monopolize the grain transport, and even the rice seedling boats transporting rice seedlings during the busy farming season were not spared.

Fisherman Chen Dabang looks at his small boat chained to the official pier.

There were still bloody fingerprints on the side of the boat from where his son had scratched himself when he fell into the water.

The child was kicked into the river and drowned by the soldiers while trying to protect the boat.

On the night of the full moon, seventy-two rice-breeding boats that had not been confiscated quietly gathered.

The bow of the boat was equipped with modified waterwheel blades with sharp teeth on the edges.

The cabin was filled with fishing nets, on which hung poisonous caltrops given by Widow Wang. These were made from broken pottery from the dyeing workshop and poisoned.

The fleet sailed downstream and headed straight for the navy camp, throwing poison nets at the propellers of the patrol boats.

While the officers and soldiers were cutting the nets, the water ghosts swam to the bottom of the officer's boat with reeds in their mouths.

Use a ship chisel, a device modified from the iron spike used to fix the ropes on the yawl, to hit the ship's planks!

When the sunken ship blocked the river, Chen Dabang led his men to swim to the ship lock dock.

They did not use knives or axes, but only oars and hemp ropes to tie up the captured rice-planting boat.

Taking advantage of the receding tide, the boat was towed back into the tributary.

In the morning light, empty boats drifted back to the fishing village pier like tired birds returning to their nests.

Chen Dabang stroked the crooked fish pattern carved by his son on the side of the boat and said to his old wife who was kneeling on the ground crying:

"The ship is dead, but the people are alive! My son risked his life to protect the ship, so we must let it continue to transport grain and seeds!"

“Although I have no ability, this can be regarded as revenge for you. Your whole family can rest assured that you have the will.”

The problems that arose in various places caused the imperial court great discomfort.

The public's anger made Du Zi furious, and even more frightened Hua Yunhong who was sitting on the dragon throne.

In just these few days, he had received timely letters, all of which were sent by Hua Yunhong inquiring about the situation, but the speed of the letters could not keep up with the speed at which problems occurred in the quarantine.

Often, as soon as the letter arrives, a series of problems arise elsewhere.

There was no other way. Du Zi waved his hand and said:

"Strengthen my commandments!"

"Anyone who dares to disobey will be killed immediately."

"In troubled times, severe punishments must be used!"

"First, go find a few typical suspects and capture them. I want to interrogate them personally."

"Yes, my lord!"

Soon, Zhaoya quickly captured some people.

Liu Laosan from Qiaotun Township was charged with the crime of gathering a crowd to destroy equipment because he took the lead in reclaiming the irrigation water wheels that were forcibly seized by the government.

At the execution ground, the executioner deliberately put the noose around his neck, which was calloused from years of rowing the waterwheel.

Du Zi's trusted supervisor of the case sneered.

"Let me make you understand that the hands of the untouchables are fit only to hold the plow, not to hold power!"

As the capstan turned, Liu Laosan suddenly roared out a ballad composed by the salt workers in Heishizhai.

"The iron pot is cracking, the brine is boiling, how dare you snatch food from the tiger's mouth!

The spinning wheel is broken, the cloth is turned to ash, wait and see the spring breeze return!"

The singing has not yet ended, but the neck has been broken.

But the next night, all the waterwheels in Qiaotun Township were on their axles.

There was a deep jagged mark on each of them.

That is a counting symbol unique to salt workers, meaning that the blood debt has not been repaid.

When you see this symbol.

Du Zi angrily killed dozens of captured criminals.

"Catch them all and I will personally send them all to the execution ground."