The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

However, things are not over yet.

Huang Zi'an struck the gong in his hand again.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me!"

The crowd gradually quieted down, and everyone looked up at Huang Zi'an in the stands.

Suddenly, tens of thousands of eyes were on them.

Even Master Huang felt his legs go weak and his heart race with panic!

But he remembered His Highness's instructions: even if he had to grit his teeth, he had to complete the task His Highness had given him!

Huang Zi'an swallowed hard, then braced himself and continued, "Fellow villagers, let me ask you a question: what kind of person is Qian Youde? I'm sure you all know!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the people below all changed.

Qian Youde?

Of course they know that name!

The local county magistrate has been tyrannical in this small county for many years; who hasn't heard of his infamous reputation?

He's acting like a local tyrant!

They used to be afraid to say anything bad about Qian Youde.

But now that the person is dead, these dirty deeds hidden in the shadows can finally be brought to the forefront.

Seeing that no one spoke,

Huang Zi'an continued, "I know everyone knows what's going on, but they just don't dare to say it!"

"Then today, I'll speak for everyone!"

"Qian Youde is a scumbag; he embezzled the soldiers' pensions!"

"Those brave men who risked their lives for our Ming Dynasty on the battlefield, even their last bit of money for settling down was swallowed up by him!"

The moment the words were spoken, the scene changed.

Among the crowd were several young women dressed in plain clothes.

Upon hearing the words "Anjiaqian" (meaning "money for settling down"), she could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

"Waaaaah..."

"My poor, unfortunate husband..."

"He fought desperately on the battlefield, but in the end, he couldn't even bring his remains back; all he got was a 'deserter' certificate!"

"Qian Youde said my husband was a deserter, not only refusing to give him a single penny of his pension, but also... and also..."

The young woman was already sobbing uncontrollably as she spoke.

Another young woman nearby chimed in, gritting her teeth:

"What else is there to say? Since our husband is a deserter, then we, as his wives, should atone for his sins!"

"He made us... he made us..."

She couldn't bring herself to say anything more; she just lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Upon hearing this, the faces of the surrounding people all changed.

They had heard of such things before.

But who dared to say that before?

Now that their words have been exposed in public, the anger that had been suppressed for so long suddenly ignited in everyone's chest.

Huang Zi'an took a deep breath and continued:

"Not only that, that scumbag Qian Youde also enjoys sleeping around with other men's wives!"

"He'll do anything to get his hands on any woman he sets his sights on, ruining countless happy families!"

The moment the words were spoken, the scene shifted again.

In the crowd, several men clenched their fists tightly.

Their eyes were bloodshot, their teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding, and the veins on their foreheads were bulging.

One of the men suddenly slammed his fist into his thigh, making a dull thud.

"That son of a bitch!"

"My wife was... was..."

The man's voice choked halfway through his sentence, and tears welled up in his tiger-like eyes.

He's a man, he doesn't want to cry.

But what man could tolerate something like this?

The person next to him patted him on the shoulder, wanting to say something to comfort him, but the words got stuck in his throat.

How can you comfort someone in this situation?

Are you suggesting I tell him that to make a living, he needs to be cuckolded?

If this person doesn't beat you up, I'll take your surname.

For a moment, a suppressed anger filled the crowd.

Anger and contempt were written all over everyone's faces.

Seeing this, Huang Zi'an knew that the time was almost right.

He abruptly changed the subject, his voice rising sharply:

"but--"

"Heaven will eventually punish you!"

"Heaven couldn't bear to see this any longer, so it sent our Sixth Prince to the mortal realm!"

"Upon arriving here and hearing of what had happened, His Highness, without hesitation, immediately brought Qian Youde to justice!"

"What do you all think of His Highness?!"

This roar was like a spark falling into a pile of dry firewood.

"good!!!"

"Greetings, Your Highness!"

"His Highness is an upright and just official!!!"

The people's emotions were instantly ignited, and they all shouted at the top of their lungs.

The young women who had been crying earlier stopped crying and joined in the shouting.

Those men, gritting their teeth, shouted until their faces turned red.

"Long live the Sixth Prince!!!"

"Long live the Sixth Prince!!!"

"Long live the Sixth Prince!!!"

The sound waves rose higher and higher, making people's ears ring.

Inside the shed,

Empress Ma, Xu Miaoyun, and Zhu Ming were peeking out from behind the curtain, secretly watching what was happening outside.

When they heard the cheers of the people outside.

The little guy turned around, looking a bit dizzy, and praised, "I didn't expect Huang Zi'an to be so capable. I'm almost embarrassed by his praise."

Upon hearing this, Xu Miaoyun couldn't help but roll her eyes, thinking to herself: What's there to be embarrassed about? Didn't you teach Huang Zi'an all these words?!

Empress Ma looked at Zhu Ming with a gratified expression. Only after leaving the house did she realize how outstanding her precious son was!

Even better than the boss!

Outside, Huang Zi'an stood on the stands, watching the scene unfold with satisfaction.

He tapped the gong, making a few clanging sounds to signal everyone to be quiet.

The crowd gradually calmed down.

Huang Zi'an cleared his throat and continued:

"But..."

"His Highness, seeing the severe drought and the suffering of the people in this region, often blames himself, saying that he has not done enough."

"So, His Highness gave me a task."

He paused deliberately at this point, keeping everyone in suspense.

The people below immediately craned their necks, looking at him with curiosity.

What did His Highness instruct you to do?

Huang Zi'an's lips curled up slightly, and he suddenly turned around, pointing with his large hand at the wooden table that was hundreds of meters long!

"Do you know what that's for?"

The people looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a long row of wooden tables. They looked at each other and shook their heads.

"I don't know..."

"What's the purpose of such a long table?"

"Could it be... that we're going to write on it?"

"Are you stupid? Why would you need a table hundreds of meters long to write anything?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, but no one could figure out the reason.

at this time,

In the crowd, a four- or five-year-old toddler with a runny nose suddenly raised his little hand and said in a childish voice, "It looks like we're going to eat at a feast!"

The surroundings fell silent for a moment after he said that.

Everyone remained silent.

The next second, the young woman next to the child's face changed drastically, and she immediately reached out and covered her son's mouth.

She looked apologetically at the people around her and said:

"I'm so sorry, this child just spoke without thinking, please don't take it to heart!"

She apologized while giving her son a few hard spanks on the bottom to signal him to stop talking nonsense.

However, Huang Zi'an burst into laughter.

He pointed at the child and said loudly, "The child is right!"

"His Highness feels sorry for you all and plans to treat the entire city to a feast!!!"