Give me back my hard-earned money!

Xu Yanmiao shook his head and sighed: "It's too early to faint."

Princess Xiangyang was amused: "It's still too early?"

Xu Yanmiao didn't say anything.

Princess Xiangyang knew that something big was going to happen.

Before she could figure out what Xu Yanmiao saw, she heard Xu Lang shaking his head in his heart like an old scholar, sighing on the surface, but actually gloating: "At least you have to wait until you see the prince come to trouble you with your own eyes, it's not too late even if you faint."

Xu Yanmiao was shocked: "Master Quan? Master Quan, what's wrong with you!" Quan

- one of the current tutors of the crown prince - Yingzhang held his forehead and said: "Nothing, I'm probably a little dizzy after standing for too long."

Quan Yingzhang: "Help me sit over there for a while."

Xu Yanmiao: "Okay..."

【I'll take Gao Xiang to see it later! It's a coincidence that the old and conservative family is the one the crown prince is looking for trouble with. 】

【Now that the head of the family has fainted, there is no one to take charge of the situation, and I don't know what to do! 】

【Tsk tsk! 】

The last two sounds showed Xu Lang's happiness in misfortune.

Quan Yingzhang's eyebrows trembled and he coughed: "I'm not that dizzy anymore. I see that you seem to have something to do. Wait for me to sit down, and you can go and do your own thing."

【Huh? Is it so obvious? Xu Yanmiao

helped the old man sit on the long bench in front of the teahouse, and observed him again to make sure that his face was rosy and his breathing was steady. Then he bowed and said, "I do have something to do. I'll excuse you first."

Xu

Yanmiao and Princess Xiangyang walked in front stealthily.

Quan Yingzhang and his disciples of the ancient literature school followed stealthily behind.

The sneaky look caught the eyes of the disciple of Tongxin Daru.

The disciple suddenly coughed and asked tentatively: "Teacher, don't we follow him and see?"

Tongxin: "Keep your heart, go if you want to."

"Then teacher, you..."

Tongxin Daru touched his new threshold and said something that made him regret it later: "Oh, I don't really want to go. What can I see by following Xiangpu?"

The disciple thought about it and was still very curious, so he followed carefully. Before leaving, he also took away several of his fellow students who were equally curious.

The young scholar carefully observed his doorstep, stepped back two steps, admired it, and thought seriously:

Should a pair of stone lions be installed at the door? It is convenient to use it to dry the quilt at ordinary times?

"

I tell you, this is the news I spent a lot of effort to find out!"

Xu Yanmiao said mysteriously: "Gao Xiang, do you know the Tiaojiang Guild Hall!"

Princess Xiangyang shook her head: "What is a Tiaojiang? What is a Guild Hall?"

Xu Yanmiao began to introduce it.

After the cotton cloth is dyed, workers need to step on the concave-shaped stone and roll it left and right to make the cotton cloth tight and shiny. This is Tiaobu. Baotou recruited craftsmen for this purpose, and gathered in the square to tiaobu, which was called "Tiaofang".

The craftsmen recruited by Baotou were called "treaders".

"What does that have to do with my brother?"

Princess Xiangyang complained: "With his leg, can he kick?"

Xu Yanmiao lowered her voice, showing her mystery: "He can't kick cloth because of his lame leg, but he can do other things!"

Princess Xiangyang: "What?"

The two chatted as they walked.

As they walked, they arrived at Xu Yanmiao's destination.

"Look down!"

They first climbed up a mound, and there was a pile of people diagonally below. They stood outside the pile of people.

Princess Xiangyang watched the excitement with great joy: "What are you asking me to watch! What are these young men gathering together for?"

Not far behind the mound was an ordinary family, with a salted vegetable pot piled up in front of the house. Quan Yingzhang and the people of the Ancient Literature School squatted behind the salted vegetable pot and secretly poked their heads out.

"What are these thousands of people gathering together for?"

Quan Yingzhang said solemnly: "They are not rebelling..."

Sorry, I was used to saying it at the end of the previous dynasty.

Quan Yingzhang coughed: "They are not rebelling, are they?"

The main thing is that there are three or four thousand people, all of them are young and strong, and their expressions are really angry.

- Fortunately, this is not in the Suzhou base camp, where there are at least ten thousand kicksmiths.

The official of the ancient literature school said in a low voice: "It shouldn't be. Little Bai Ze cherishes his life very much."

If he really rebelled, he would not bring the princess to join in the fun - he would definitely run as far as possible.

Quan Yingzhang nodded, and looked around in confusion: "Speaking of which, where is the prince?"

Wasn't it said that the prince was looking for trouble with the old-fashioned man? Why is it these three or four thousand young men?

At this moment, suddenly a thunderous voice broke out -

"Tear the clothes for flags! Cut the poles for arrows!"

"Demand debts and wages! Baotou, give me

back my hard-earned money!" The kicksmiths followed and shouted: "Baotou, give me back my hard-earned money!"

"Give me back my hard-earned money!"

"Give me back my hard-earned money!"

Princess Xiangyang was stunned.

The kicksmiths moved, carrying poles one by one to attack the wealthy family in front of them - that is, Baotou's home.

The family had seven or eight rooms and many servants, all of whom were well-fed and strong. Just sending two of them to stand at the gate could drive away the evil spirits.

But no matter how strong a person was, he could not withstand the three or four thousand strong young men attacking the gate. They moved nearly half of the tables and chairs to block the gate, and many people simply stepped on their companions' shoulders and climbed over the wall. There were shouts and screams in the yard.

Of course, the loudest shout was: "Baotou, give me back my hard-earned money!" accompanied by the sound of smashing and destroying.

The yard was in chaos. The crowd of kickers rushed away, like the tide receding, slowly revealing... a prince ()

Princess Xiangyang almost swallowed her tongue, with a terrified expression on her face: "What are you doing, brother!!!!"

The guy who was mixed up in the craftsmen, shaking his head like a chicken pecking at rice, and raised his arms and shouted with the group of craftsmen, "Baotou, give me back my hard-earned money", was not her own brother, the prince of Daxia, who else could it be? !

*

The sound below the mound was very loud and chaotic, and Princess Xiangyang's screams did not reach below.

However.

Xu Yanmiao's thoughts were transmitted intact to the ears of everyone who could hear his thoughts.

[Hahahahaha! ]

[I knew that Gao Xiang would be shocked when he saw this! I was the same when I first saw it! The prince joined the craftsmen's guild and followed them to ask for wages hahahaha! 】

Prince: “?!”

The voices that were originally shouting slogans were stuck.

Xu Yanmiao, could you have informed me before you suddenly came here!

And why did you bring my sister here!

I am just thick-skinned and shameless, but I am not afraid of being beaten! My father really beats people!

The kicker next to him saw the prince's listless look and patted him on the shoulder: "Is this your first time to ask for wages?"

The prince forced a smile.

The kicksmith: "Don't be afraid, it's my first time too, but if other guilds can do it, so can we! The Baotou is so cruel. We make money by kicking cloth piece by piece, but he always says this one didn't kick it well, that one kicked it wrong! He shortchanged us! He drags his feet and doesn't pay us when he can't find any fault, and he often drives people out of the kicking shop! If he does this, we will have to get the money ourselves!"

As he spoke, a cluster of sparks seemed to come out of the kicksmith's eyes, black and red.

The prince cursed him fiercely, probably scolding the black-hearted Baotou: "You don't know how to consider others, you will cry someday!"

The kicksmith pushed the pole in the prince's hand back into his palm: "That's right! Let him cry!"

The prince found that he might be the first to cry - his past was exposed.

[He joined more than one guild! 】

【The Nine Emperors Association of tile and wood workers, the Yan Emperor Association of salt burners, the Four Gods Association of well diggers, the Hua Zhu Association of water carriers, the Laojun Association of ironworkers...】

【That's terrible. These guilds were formed by the workers themselves to protect their own rights. If anyone dares to withhold wages, the head of the guild will gather people and go to the door to collect wages. 】

【But, Your Highness, what does this have to do with you! You are not a worker, why are you everywhere in the team collecting wages! 】

【Why do you sneak into some guilds to eat the chickens and donkeys that were killed before they came to collect wages! 】

The prince held up the bamboo pole and thought angrily: Why, I'm not not coming to participate, what's wrong with eating a few bites!

Although I am lame and I rush slowly, but if something unexpected happens, with me in the team, the officers and soldiers will definitely help the people of the guild! Can't they just eat a chicken leg?

[If the two guilds come to collect wages on the same day, you will still try to persuade one to go out in the morning and the other to go out in the afternoon, trying to catch up with the hustle and bustle, right! ]

The prince tried to argue in his heart: I was... I was afraid that Baotou would be rude and the workers would suffer without me! I have been a general to some extent!

Behind the salted vegetable tank, Master Quan used his extremely strong psychological quality to not rush out with his crutches to drag the prince back.

For a person like him who studies the ancient literature school, the prince's behavior was too extraordinary.

What about the rules of etiquette!!!

You, a prince, go and ask for wages from other people's workers, what's the big deal!

*

Princess Xiangyang watched her brother rushing into someone else's inner house with a roar, her eyelids twitching: "Does my father... know about this?"

Xu Yanmiao: "I don't know, maybe the Jinyiwei has already reported it?"

Princess Xiangyang laughed dryly: "My brother did a good thing, right?"

Xu Yanmiao said tactfully: "In the last years of the previous dynasty, it was considered."

But now... the one on the dragon throne may be relatively inclined to the people, but his butt is still sitting on the dragon throne.

...

Inside the palace.

The old emperor, holding the memorial, suddenly remembered something and called the commander of the Imperial Guard: "How have the previous incidents of violent wage-demanding by the guilds been handled? Have those who should be arrested been arrested?"

In the eyes of the emperor, even if the workers were owed wages, they should have sued the authorities instead of rushing into Baotou's house and burning and smashing things!

The commander of the Imperial Guard whispered, "Your Majesty, these guilds have a good reputation among the people. Often when the government wants to arrest someone, many people will inform the government, and even the elderly will be blocked at the door, and the yamen runners dare not touch those elderly people."

The old emperor: "?"

The old emperor: "Reputation?"

The commander of the Imperial Guard said, "This is also a strange thing. It was not like this originally. Although the workers formed guilds, they were suppressed by the government and the merchant guilds."

- After all, when the workers rose up, the merchants made less money relatively. The government's words were mainly for (maintaining) (stability).

The old emperor: "What about now?"

The commander of the Jinyiwei said: "In the past two years, it seems that someone has been giving them advice in secret. Those workers have opened a public welfare house and an orphanage, and many people are on their side. They also know how to prepare a strike reserve. Because of this reserve, the workers are very confident. They went on strike for a whole year before Baotou compromised and re-drafted the workers' wages."

The old emperor nodded: "If they continue to strike without violence, I won't care so much."

The old emperor frowned: "I don't know who it is, but it has added obstacles to the government."

The prince straightened his chest.

Yes, it was me.

The old emperor said: "He is a man of potential, but too unruly. If we can recruit him, we should first exile him to Sichuan, Chongqing, Yunnan, Guizhou, Liaoning and other places to temper his temper, and then recruit him back when the prince takes the throne."