Chapter 98: The old shopkeeper

The chief knelt on the ground, his face red and white. When he heard the word Ye family, he remembered the true identity of the person in front of him. The memory that had been hidden for many years slowly rose, making him both ashamed, ashamed, angry and fearful. The feeling of shame is easier to understand. After all, he was just a beggar begging for food by the road. He was able to get to this point now because of the Ye family. How did the Miss Ye family educate him these people back then?

As for his fear, it comes from his natural reaction, a sense of shame and anger after being stripped of his clothes. When he thought that the imperial envoy was a descendant of the Ye family, he was afraid that the other party would know what he knew in his mind, so how could he use those things to threaten the other party? The other party slashed Master Xiao with one knife, could he still be able to cut himself?

"The court treats you very well." Fan Xian looked at him and said word by word: "If you three officials are just ordinary treasurers, they have more salary per year than third-rank officials in Kyoto. What else do you have to be satisfied with!"

A chill flashed in his eyes: "Did you think the production of the inner warehouse depends on your head? This 20 million taels of silver flashed in your eyes every year, making you feel angry and think you should earn more?"

This is what the treasury said. The treasury produced a lot in a year, and sold it to the countries around the world brought huge profits to the Qing Kingdom. Although the treasury's treatment was extremely high, compared with the huge amount of money, they still felt a little uncomfortable. They always felt that they should share more money for the court, so they had private corruption and abuse of power and oppression of the people.

At this time, when I heard the imperial envoy say this, the treasurers did not dare to talk back, but this was the case in their eyes.

Fan Xian sneered, tore off their painted skin ruthlessly, and said faintly: "But the problem is... what you rely on is really the thing in your mind?"

There was silence in the field, including officials in the mainland, and everyone in the mainland recognized this fact, until Fan Xian said, "Don't forget, what do you know before the Ye family appeared? Did the technology you mastered in your mind fall from the world? Is it from the Temple Cult?"

Fan Xian cursed, "I have remembered it all! This is what the Ye family tutored you! Without the Ye family's lady back then, you are just a waste, continue to dig the fields and beg for it! Why did the Ye family build these large workshops? I think you all forgot that it was in front of my official position. You also want to use the things that the Ye family tutored you to threaten me. Are you shameless? Do you know how shameless?"

The officials behind him looked at each other. Although the court had long stopped pursuing the affairs of the Ye family, and the life experience of Lord Xiao Fan was gradually known to the world, the Ye family and Ye family were so open and honest, and finally... they were a bit of a taboo.

Fan Xian didn't care about so much at this time. On the one hand, he was angry, but on the other hand, he wanted to take this opportunity to correct his reputation. In this world, no matter what he did, he was always justified. As the saying goes, his master is famous. Today, Fan Xian scolded the treasurer and killed someone's head. No matter what the interests are, he had already taken the banner on the moral level. Using the Ye family's skills, he wanted to threaten the descendants of the Ye family. Isn't this ungrateful?

The head of Yifang finally softened and knelt on the ground and cried, "Sir, I know my mistake. Please give me a chance to use the skills I learned back then to contribute to the court."

Although the head was crying in pain, the sharp-eyed Fan Xian did not notice any tears on his face. Instead, the corners of his lips were pursed tightly and he couldn't help but sneer. He knew that the other party still thought he would not continue to kill people, and he thought that the things in his mind were of use.

Fan Xian slapped his high-highs and when the applause was about to fall, four old men in their fifties were guarded by officials from the Supervision Bureau and entered the workshop. These old men were not others, but were the shopkeepers of Qingyutang from the Central Plains area through Danzhou!

Officials of the Supervision Bureau set up four chairs, and Fan Xian stood up. He looked expressionless but deliberately and respectfully asked the four shopkeepers to sit down.

The officials and the treasurer workers were confused. They thought who were these old guys who seemed to be blown by the wind, and how could they be qualified to sit side by side with the imperial envoy? Although the deputy envoy Ma Kai didn't say anything, he was also wondering, thinking that the officials were standing behind the imperial envoy, and these civilians were so brave.

Fan Xian slid his fingers over the lotus clothes on his body, dipped them in some cold rain, applied them to his eyebrows and rubbed them slowly, and asked, "Do you still recognize who these four are?"

Nearly twenty years have passed since the Ye family collapsed. The workers in the Neiku House were no longer the same group as they were back then. Even the treasurers had never seen the twenty-three shopkeepers of the Ye family who were tall and arrogant back then, so they did not recognize who these four people were. Even if there were old people back then, they could not be distinguished from each other.

However, the head of the Yifang on the ground slowly swept across the four people with hesitant eyes, lowered his head and thought for a long time, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, and his legs were so scared that he weakened. He was kneeling, and he immediately sat in the mud and water!

It took him a long time to see him in twenty years. As a young assistant to the Ye family, he thought about who was sitting in front of him - the old shopkeeper of the Ye family!

The head of Yifang trembled. Only then did he know why Fan Xian was so confident, why he forced his treasurers to rebel, and why he didn't care about what he remembered in his mind - it turned out that he actually brought the old shopkeepers under house arrest to Kyoto to the inner treasury together!

Who are the old shopkeepers? They were the first batch of students in the Ye family's Miss, and the masters of all the masters of the Ye family later. They are the ancestors of these treasury treasury treasurys now! With such a group of old guys around, the imperial envoy certainly doesn't care about the loss of treasury production quality, let alone worry about the quality of treasury production. To be honest, the treasury was built by these old shopkeepers back then, so how could it be impossible to manage it?

After figuring this out, the head was full of despair, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart. He grinned and struggled toward Fan Xian on the ground, and cried and said, "Master, you are begging for your disciple!"

Everyone was stunned, and Fan Xian was also slightly stunned. Of course, he knew that this person was not pleading with him. He looked at the gaze of the head and found that he was looking at Qiye. He turned his head and asked curiously: "Qiye, is your apprentice back then?"

Qiye calmly opened her face, stared at the head of the person, and said in a hoarse voice, "I've learned from me for a few days."

Fan Xian smiled slightly and understood Qiye's feelings. After the Ye family collapsed, twenty-three old shopkeepers were arrested by the court from all over the place and placed in Kyoto. Some of their disciples resisted and died, while others survived. Of course, these were their choices when the disaster was coming, and no one blamed them. But people like Yifang, who climbed to a high position, must have performed very badly back then.

When the head of Yifang shouted out the word "master", the head of Bingfang, who had been silent, was as if struck by lightning. He froze on the side. Looking at the four old men sitting next to the imperial envoy, he couldn't believe his ears at all.

And the Ye family among the treasurers confirmed the identities of the four people. In addition to being shocked, some people who still had old thoughts stood up one after another and knelt in front of the four old shopkeepers in surprise, joy and fear.

"Fourth Master."

"Uncle Twelve. I am a Zhuzi."

"I have met the old shopkeeper. I was a guy who was doing odd jobs in Chuzhou branch back then."

Although most of the treasurers still have no relationship with these four old shopkeepers, the treasury recognition conference was already lively.

Fan Xian sank his face and said coldly, "Come and recognize your relatives later." Although he was unhappy, his heart was settled. With the thirteen traitors, the old shopkeepers still had the power to transform the inner treasury. It should be smoother.

When we met again twenty years later, the atmosphere in the workshop suddenly became a little sad, but this sadness just diluted the previous tension. Only the officials in the Transport Department felt a little uncomfortable, and some Xinyang figures sneered secretly. If this scene was spread to Kyoto, His Majesty would have some opinions about Fan Tisi.

The head of Yifang was kneeling on the ground with his head down, feeling a little comforted. Thinking of this, he could only be punished and he would be desperately admit his mistakes later. For the sake of the old Ye family, the imperial envoy probably wouldn't make things difficult for him anymore.

He glanced at the body of the chief officer Xiao in the furnace mouth in the distance, and was very scared. Fortunately, Xiao Jing stepped forward and he felt a little sympathetic to the guy, thinking that the man had nothing to do with the old Ye family, and he died under the imperial envoy.

To everyone's surprise, Fan Xian repelled the treasurers, and a light smile appeared on his face and said, "Pull this person down and behead him."

"Yes, sir."

The head of Yifang raised his head and looked around with a confused look. He didn't figure out who else to kill? Shouldn't the matter be settled like this?

It was not until he was dragged up by the officials of the Supervision Bureau that he realized that the imperial envoy wanted to kill him! He wanted to shout for justice, but his mouth was blocked by a ball of mud!

Seeing the officials of the Supervision Bureau dragging the limp officer out of the workshop, looking at the water stain on the ground, whether it is an official, a civilian, a shopkeeper or a treasurer, in the workshop, they all became silent, and looked at the imperial envoy sitting in the middle.

Fan Xian seemed to be unable to feel these countless gazes at all, and lowered his head slightly.

A muffled sound of an iron tool slashing the flesh neck from outside the workshop, and a muffled groan.

After a rush inside the yard, he immediately fell into a silence like death. Everyone knew that the head of Yifang died so simply.

Before he was silent for a long time, the head of Bingfang, who was tied with his hands behind his back, smiled mockly, with a pale face in despair, and he walked to Fan Xian very consciously.

He thought he was no longer lucky. Since the imperial envoy was using the name of suppressing the tide of the tide, he would naturally not be so stupid as to open a trial, nor would he need any evidence at all. He must kill these three people on the spot to establish his authority in order to re-enable the four technicians who controlled the inner warehouse by the old shopkeepers at that time, the landlords of the Three Dafangs, were killed, and he was naturally the third one.

Fan Xian glanced at him and frowned slightly.

The head of Bingfang looked at him, gritted his teeth for a while and suddenly said, "I have a way to die, and I don't blame the Lord for digging this pit and letting me jump. But before I die, I'll ask the Lord to ask me something."

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Ask."

The head of the Bingfang no longer looked at him, turned his head and looked at the twelve shopkeeper of the Ye family beside him. His lips trembled for a long time before he said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Twelve, my master... Is he good in the capital? His apprentice is unfilial and has not been filial for many years."

"Are you?" Twelve Ye asked in confusion with his eyes, looking at the head.

Qiye sighed and said, "Thirteenth's eldest disciple, you had the best relationship with Twelve back then, so he came to ask you."

Twelve Ye said in shock: "Hu Jinlin? Are you still alive? You all thought you were dead back then." The old shopkeeper suddenly realized that there were court officials around him. What he said was a little wrong, so he stopped talking.

Hu Jinlin looked ashamed and lowered his head and refused to speak.

Twelve Ye sighed, "Miss said back then that being alive is better than being dead. We old bones are surviving, so why are you embarrassed to blame you... Just ask Thirteen... Alas." The shopkeeper shook his head and said, "I have already gone a few years ago. There are twenty-three people who have entered Beijing, and now there are fifteen left."

When Hu Jinlin heard that his mentor had left, he completely forgot about the person he was about to die, and his face was filled with grief. Fan Xian listened quietly, and felt a little strange in his heart. The old man from the Ye family was gradually being beaten by the wind and rain. When he first entered Kyoto, there were seventeen shopkeepers, and two more died in less than two years.

He looked at the goods piled up around the workshop and suddenly became a little distracted. He thought that time was flowing like water. When would he be able to re-establish the name of the Ye family, when would he let the damn die, and let the damn live in the hearts of the people of Qingguo again?

In just a short time, he had already woken up, looked at the Bingfang master in front of him, and said sarcastically: "Although I don't know if you are acting or you really have old feelings, I didn't plan to kill you, so don't think you can survive because of my soft heart."

"Ah?" Hu Jinlin, who thought he would die, had no idea of ​​luck after the tragic death of his two leading partners. When he suddenly heard this, he was so shocked that he didn't know how to say it.
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