Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Don't go to the officer."

Hu Yi coldly turned away the fifth visitor.

From the time Fang Xing beat Lin Zhan to when he was discovered that he and Zhu Zhanyong were ‘meeting’ afterwards, many people burst out with chilling enthusiasm.

Enthusiasm is very strong, but it makes Hu Su feel sick.

"They are all people who are inspired by profit, don't mess with it, or you can't take it off."

Of course, Hu Yi's warning should be taken seriously, so Yan Dajian conveyed this meaning, and the Ministry of Rites was suddenly awe-inspiring.

After the arrangements were made, Yan Dajian made a round in the yard, and all the doors were closed.

Closing the door of the room also shuts off the spread of gossip, at least the gesture is made.

Yan Dajian listened to the sound of closing doors one after another, and said to himself: "Uncle Xinghe, you are doing your own work!"

...

Fang Xing is dying!

This is a matter recognized by the capital.

Beat Lin Zhan, this is domineering. Then we met with Zhu Zhanyong, and then Zhu Zhanyong left immediately. In the eyes of many people, this is anxiety and guilty conscience.

It's unclear how many people in Ming Dynasty hated Fang Xing. They used to be officials and gentry, but after the North and South cleaned up the offerings and deceit, even many people hated him.

"How many people did he break the way of making money? According to thousands of people, he died without a disease. How many people in this world want him to be executed by Ling Chi tomorrow? You said that this kind of life might go on?"

Jin Youzi thinks Fang Xing is a lunatic.

"If the gentry is a boulder, then he will wake up with an egg at most, hitting the stone with the egg, let's wait and see."

At this time, someone came, but didn't come in outside the door, but could hear the voice is the little official who usually served them tea.

"My lords, someone has just entered the memorial, saying that the world is turbulent. For the long-term of Ming, it is best to follow the ranks of scholars, talents, and jinshis. Each level of people will be given a clear discount, and one person will be exempted from tax within how many acres of land. In this way, it can not only avoid surrendering and deceit, but also silence the shilin, and set their own places, so that the world can be peaceful."

This little official spoke clearly, even if he spoke in a low voice, the people on duty could hear clearly.

After he finished speaking, Yang Rong coughed dryly, there was a stomping sound from outside, and then the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

"This is unwillingness to take the opportunity to make trouble, and Fang Xing's indiscretion is to induce, mess up, and make this official a headache!"

After speaking, the room was quiet for a while, and the coughing was not heard.

"Master Huang's body doesn't know what's going on, he said it was a lung disease, so he needs to be recuperated."

Yang Rong rubbed the corners of his eyes and said, "Your Majesty still doesn't care!"

Jin Youzi said: "Fang Xing must go to the palace and explain to your Majesty, otherwise your Majesty will be embarrassed if things go wrong. It is not impossible to win him with tears."

The brilliance in Yang Pu's eyes suddenly exploded, and he asked, "But there is wind?"

...

Fang Xing came to the East Factory.

After he slapped An Lun, everyone in Dongchang regarded him as an adversary, but as the emperor's domestic slave, he could not do it personally.

So he was not unexpectedly stopped outside the door, and the man who intercepted him was trembling, but not afraid, but excited.

It would be great if Fang Xing slapped him, and it would be even better if he stunned with a punch.

This is also speculation.

"Ben uncle wants to see Wang Yuan."

Fanzi was taken aback, just about to refuse, Xin Laoqi said: "From Jinling to Beiping, if you have enough hands and feet to do, please ask An Lun."

Fanzi went in with regret and fortunately.

He regretted that he was ready to be beaten but couldn't find an excuse. No, he was frightened by Xin Laoqi.

If Fang Xing did it, he would lose a few teeth at most and his body would be bruised.

But these pains can be rewarded by An Lun, and maybe it will become a stall in a few years.

A person without ambitions and dreams is a salted fish, but this power-hungry fan finally did not dare to try to provoke Fang Xing

"Wang Yuan?"

An Lun is drinking tea. Sitting in a warm room drinking a cup of hot tea in winter is very pleasant.

He looked down at the yellowish tea soup, smelling the tea fragrance. With his right hand, he waved over the teacup.

The water vapor is broken up, like a painting being splashed with ink, and you can no longer feel the original charm.

Chen Shi, who was finishing the list of southern conspiracy on the side, raised his head and said: "Father-in-law, Wang Yuan is a famous southerner, and he also colludes with the rebel Wenfang. I'm afraid it's hard to meet outsiders, right? Let's say..."

He took a quick look at An Lun, but he didn't see the strange color before he dared to continue speaking.

"Cleaning up the acreage is an adventure. It has angered the gentry in the world. Fang Xing has been bewitched for many years, and it will happen in one go. But those gentry will be willing? If they join hands, they can really only kill Fang Xinglai to appease the world. ."

An Lun was still looking at the tea soup, the water vapor above the tea cup became faint again, and the mood was leisurely and indifferent.

"Let him see."

Chen Shi was surprised and said: "Father-in-law, your Majesty's side... even if your Majesty's side doesn't care, it will ultimately lose the face of my Dongchang."

An Lun was slapped in the face in the street, which was a great shame to the people of Dongchang. In Chen Shi's view, the most important thing An Lun should do at this moment is to strictly refuse, and then immediately enter the palace to report the matter to the emperor.

The clearing of the fields seemed smooth, because the emperor used force to suppress the gentry.

Suppression is only temporary. Once those gentry cheer up again, how many people will want to eat Fang Xing's meat and drink his blood.

On the basis that hatred can almost burn the Grand Canal that communicates north and south, Fang Xing will be magnified and investigated what he does.

And the emperor...

The fanzi who came to report the letter has already left. An Lun took a sip of tea and looked at the water vapor scattered with regret, and said, "Master of Heaven and Earth, Heaven and Earth is too vague, so the most noble person in the world is the emperor."

This is not a confidant, so Chen Shi was very moved, tears gradually accumulated in his eyes.

"Those gentry don't dare, at least they don't dare to slander your Majesty, can Fang wake up? What is he? If there weren't the army, all the gentry would come and tear him to pieces."

An Lun put down his tea cup and suddenly asked, "How is Yan Dajian?"

Chen Shi thought for a while, "Father-in-law, he is very honest.

"Oh? That's good."

An Lun sighed with regret, and asked casually: "Where is his son?"

"Father-in-law, Yan Chunhui has not yet been promoted in Fujian, and he has a very good reputation in the local area, and he is said to be a man of high morale."

"Okay, our family sees it, continue to stare, keep an eye on it, our family always feels that Yan Dajian is not a good person."

...

There are also prison cells in the East Factory~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but not many, mainly for detaining important criminals.

Fang Xing was taken inside, and finally stopped in front of a row of brick houses.

The brick house looks sturdy, but it is easy for people to dig through it slowly.

Fang Xing felt that this must be An Lun's idea, otherwise the veterans transferred from the East Factory would not know these taboos.

Someone came over and opened the door of a brick house, and Fanzi took Fang Xing into it.

After opening the door, the light inside was good, allowing Fang Xing to see clearly.

Fang Xing saw the pile!

In the middle of the house is a metal peg, and Wang Yuan, who is spreading his hair, is tied to the peg by an iron chain. Depending on the length of the iron chain, it will be enough for a two-step toilet on the upper side.

Wang Yuan squinted at Fang Xing, who was shrouded in light, then blinked and smiled: "Are you unlucky?"

Fang Xing walked over, his nose twitched, and said, "Bun remembers that you love cleaning, but now you suffer from this pickled place, and you will be sent to the West Market to get a stab. What do you think?"

Wang Yuan’s sarcasm was crushed by Fang Xing’s notice. He lowered his head again and asked, "Fang Xing, what are you doing here? Yes, those gentry dare not do anything to your Majesty, but you, the initiator, and The swordsman can't run away, Fang wakes up, you will be cursed by countless people, and your whole family will be cursed by male thieves and female prostitutes..."

Fang Xing looked at him and said pityingly: "If you are a dying person, Ben will be a fart. Ben is here for one thing. You like to help those promising officials and scholars. Tell Ben that those people Name and origin."

Wang Yuan raised his head and sneered: "The counterattack is like a tide, Fang Xing, how proud you are in Jinling, then you will be desperate in Beiping, you deserve it, this is retribution, as for the roster, do you want it? Then smash it. The old man’s head, go inside and look for it yourself."