Turbulent Times Chapter 928: Big killing ring (Part 1)

Wang Junlin asked all the master craftsmen to spit out all the money that has been embezzled over the years. This is not a small amount. hole.

It is said that killing people's money is like killing their parents. Wang Junlin is not only cutting people's money, but also making these master craftsmen go bankrupt. King's Landing was desperate, and the master craftsmen felt that it was not enough to go on strike in a unified manner. They also took advantage of their familiarity with the operation of the saltworks and the management of salt workers and salt slaves for many years to coerce and lure them, and led all the salt workers and salt slaves to go on strike. .

"My lord, what should I do? Or give the master craftsmen more time or charge them less money." Dong Kang saw the change in Wang Junlin's expression, his eyes flashed, and he said expectantly .

Qian Zhengkuo didn't speak, but he could tell from his expression that he meant the same thing.

However, to the surprise of Dong Kang and Qian Zhengkuo, after Wang Junlin was surprised and astonished, his face was filled with inexplicable excitement. How boring is it to kill people!"

"Huh?"

"What?"

Dong Kang and Qian Zhengkuo were surprised and completely dumbfounded. This time they played in their true colors, they were really surprised.

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Surrounded by hundreds of guards including Zhang Tiangang, Wang Junlin brought the restless Dong Kang and Qian Zhengkuo to the No. 1 Salt Farm, where salt workers and slaves gathered, and of course more than forty master craftsmen.

When Wang Junlin came, there was a dead silence here. I don't know what the master craftsmen did and said, but they gathered here the salt workers and salt slaves who had clearly expressed their hearts to the prefect, and had a silent conversation. strike.

Wang Junlin knows that the class of salt workers and salt slaves is actually the most easily fooled and deceived group, and sometimes the most short-sighted group, so sometimes it is wrong to say 'the eyes of the masses are discerning'. The truth to the contrary is often in the hands of a few.

When Wang Junlin and his party came, everyone's eyes naturally focused on Wang Junlin. The five chief craftsmen led forty-seven master craftsmen to stand in the front, looking at Wang Junlin expressionlessly. , although I was a little anxious and nervous, but I also had a certain amount of confidence. After all, the salt farm would lose tens of thousands of taels of silver for a day of strike, and the salt tax handed over to the court by the county would be affected. Adults don't want to see it either!

What they didn't know was that the hundred guards following Wang Junlin had sharpened their knives and were ready to kill.

Dong Kang has also ordered 2,000 salt workers to stand by outside. Of course, this strike is not spontaneously initiated by lowly salt workers in the past, but organized by master craftsmen representing the Lu family. Dong Kang, but compared to Dong Kang, their relationship with the Lu family is closer, and the relationship with the master craftsmen is also very close, so they don't really want to suppress this strike.

As Wang Junlin approached, the faces of the salt workers and salt slaves gradually showed panic. Although they were told that they would not have to work today and that they would have meat to eat in the evening, each of them would give away half a catty afterwards. Food, and then everyone was brought here happily, but soon someone secretly rumored that the master craftsmen wanted to trick them into going on strike and confront the prefect.

So, they were only intimidated by the power of the master craftsmen in the past, plus the meat and food for the night, so they kept silent for a while, but when the prefect arrived, they remembered when they were suppressed by Yan Ding during the previous strikes It's miserable, and I'm naturally terrified.

At the front, the five chief craftsmen and forty master craftsmen in blue clothes forced themselves to salute Wang Junlin. The slave bowed down, thinking not to give Wang Junlin a chance to get mad.

Wang Junlin glanced at the tens of thousands of people who were kneeling, and did not intend to let them get up, because everyone could see clearly what he was going to do next. He said calmly, "Why do you gather here?" , instead of cooking salt?”

"My lord, there must be a reason why I didn't go to work today." It was the master craftsman surnamed Lu, with a trace of resentment flashing deep in his eyes, and said: "Yesterday, the sea breeze was too strong, and it was damaged. A tool for cooking salt, so there is no way to cook salt today.”

Although the master craftsmen in charge are doing a very stupid thing, they are not idiots. Of course, they know that they can’t call it a strike. It really makes sense, no matter how you explain it, you have to be able to live on the surface, the prefect also needs to lose face, and it’s not good to force the prefect all of a sudden, after all, they just don’t want to go bankrupt, as long as today’s strike can make the prefect shrink back, Getting them to pay less than half of the silver is considered a success.

Wang Junlin suddenly shouted: "How do you master craftsmen not even look down on tools for boiling salt?"

Hearing the words, the chief craftsman surnamed Lu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the prefect is indeed on the right path, and the next step is the process of bargaining. However, they never understood that they were not qualified to bargain with Wang Junlin.

"How important is the tool for cooking salt. You and the five master craftsmen in charge let it be damaged, making it impossible to cook salt in the salt field and directly affecting the salt tax of the imperial court. This is a felony. Cut off the heads of the five principal master craftsmen."

The master craftsman surnamed Lu was stunned, the other four master craftsmen suspected that they had misheard, the other master craftsmen were dumbfounded, and all the salt workers and salt slaves suspected that they were dreaming.

As soon as Wang Junlin's voice fell, Zhang Tiangang waved his hand, and ten guards who had been prepared for a long time stepped forward. On the back of the head and neck of the master craftsman who was completely frightened.

Wang Junlin waved his hand, and the five guards raised their knives, trying to cut them off.

Dong Kang, Qian Zhengkuo and the others finally came to their senses and knelt down in front of Wang Junlin. Dong Kang panicked and shouted: "My lord, show mercy!"

Qian Zhengkuo also knelt down and shouted: "My lord, you can't kill them! Why don't you put them in prison first, and then you can find out and kill them before it's too late."

At this time, the five chief master craftsmen came back to their senses completely, and realized that the prefect really wanted to kill them. them.

The five master craftsmen in charge began to struggle desperately, but how could they break free from the hands of the five martial arts guards? Forgive me, my lord, please forgive me! We dare not do it anymore, we were wrong, and we will make up the money immediately..."