Chapter 27: Meet the Green Banner on Snowy Night

On a winter day in the sixth year of Qingli, the bleak sun at dusk came from the distant Cangshan Mountain. The weather was very cold, and the houses in the four fields were white and it was snow.

The clouds gradually became thicker, swallowing the bleak sun directly into the darkness, and the wind gradually became heavier, rolling the snow on the ground flying in the air, and snow fell from the sky, from different places, and snow of different colors entangled with the power of the wind, twisting its head distortedly in the suppressed air, showing different levels of whiteness and coldness.

The wind and snow rose again, and the people on the way were suffering. They were looking for nearby villages or inns to rest. There was no flood in Qing Dynasty this year, but the snow fell quite a bit. It was also a blessing that in the summer, the disaster relief in the counties in Jiangnan was extremely smooth. The people who were affected had a place to live, and the possibility of freezing to death was much smaller.

This is Yingzhou, the prefecture that suffered the most severe floods and the place where bandits caused the most severe disasters after the disaster.

However, since the imperial envoy Fan Xian left the Jiangnan region, the bandits in Yingzhou were either afraid of Tianwei or perhaps afraid of the legendary methods of the little and small Lord Fan, and had disappeared for a long time.

It is precisely because of this that in this snowy day, those travelers dare to walk on the road. But now man-made disasters have passed, but God is too embarrassed. Although the river has not been closed for flight, not many people are willing to walk towards Kyoto in such a severe cold.

Except for that team of all-black carriages.

The windows and lower edges of the carriage were well sealed with glue, and no trace of cold air could penetrate it. The thick cotton curtain in front of the car resisted the attack of wind and snow, and from time to time, a few muffled crys made.

A warm stove is grown in the car, and a stream of heat spreads and steeps in the fragrance, making the cabin warm like spring, forming a sharp contrast with the severe cold outside the car.

Fan Xian felt a little hot. He stretched his two fingers into his neck, loosened the fur's buckle a little, exposed his neck, took a deep breath, then put down the file in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked out of the car.

I saw that the white earth outside the car was so clean. Cangshan villages and small winter ponds were all hidden in the snow, frozen into ice mirrors. The scene of the floods I watched when I passed by this place in the past can no longer be seen. The people who died in the flood had already been buried, and the bones might be trembling deep in the snow.

There is a row of simple houses in the distance. It can be seen that the materials used for the building are not very strong and cannot be kept warm. But looking at the ignition lights and a little warmth from inside, Fan Xian nodded with satisfaction. As long as there is firewood for the stove, it is good. Although the lives of the people are hard, they can be very strong. A little warmth can protect them through this severe winter.

"Find a place to rest." Fan Xian looked at the groom of the Supervision Office outside the car covered with snow, and couldn't help but frown and said, "Although it's important to hurry up, don't be freezing sick."

"Yes, sir."

The convoy slowly turned a corner and drove along the widest ridge to the nearby village.

This time Fan Xian returned to Kyoto to report his duties, and the imperial court decided to return there. Who knew that the biggest snow on the way was, and it was delayed for a few days in Shazhou. The time suddenly became tighter, so the subordinates of the Supervision Bureau changed their carriages in Shazhou City according to his wishes and walked along the land along the wind and snow.

After entering the village, the local people were trembling and rushing to greet him. The people were holding their hands in a thick cotton jacket. They looked at the black convoy curiously and timidly, and guessing in their hearts which big man would be rushing on this windy and snowy day.

Of course, officials from the Supervision Bureau went to negotiate with him. Fan Xian didn't want to disturb the place too much, so he was sneaking all the way. When he got off the carriage, he felt the snowflakes pouring into his collar with the cold wind. He subconsciously tightened his buckle and walked into the village wearing the silver fox fur cloak.

Hong Changqing led a few six swordsmen to follow him silently.

Fan Xian glanced at him and thought of Wan'er, who was still busy in Jiangnan. The third prince had already returned to Beijing a month in advance. So in order to ensure his wife's safety, he left all the seven tiger guards in Gundam in Hangzhou.

It was early autumn when we left Danzhou, and Fan Xian and his party returned to Hangzhou first. These months were mainly spent on cleaning the remnants of Junshan in Jiangnan and other matters.

After nodding in Danzhou, Wan'er took the lead in doing the matter. The development of things was unexpectedly smooth. The Xiong Family in Lingnan and Sun Family in Quanzhou all invoked a large sum of money into the meeting. Even the Ming Family, which was already as weak as the sky, had a little thought. However, Wan'er had not yet thought about the name of the organization and its real effect, so she first took the name of the Hangzhou Club and used it.

With the support of the money and the relationship between Fan Xian, Hangzhou will be able to easily purchase grain from Northern Qi in advance, and can easily open up the joints of various prefectures and counties without worrying about the government coming to cause trouble. In addition, the relationship between Fan Liulin and the three families of Fan and Liulin are spread all over the world, and the channels for Xiaqi to fly into the south of the Yangtze River to the private sector, Hangzhou will develop rapidly. In addition to the channel of the court, the disaster relief work in Jiangnan has added an extremely smooth and rapid channel.

However, Fan Xian and Wan'er have been hidden behind the scenes. Few people know the role of the couple in the Hangzhou Association. They all think that this matter was hosted by the nobles in the Kyoto court, and the Inner Trustee Transport Department is a tool.

This winter, there was heavy snowfall in Jiangnan. I don’t know how many people would lose their homes, how many farmhouses would be crushed, and how many people would be frozen to death. Lin Wan'er must stay in Hangzhou for a while, at least to help the people of Jiangnan get through this period. It’s the same old saying, even if you can’t help too much, it’s better than not.

Lin Wan'er was busy with this matter, and her strategic talent that had been suppressed by helplessness finally showed a corner. Fan Xian did not put too much effort into this matter. He just used letters to control all aspects, either indifferently, majestic or gentle, and carefully allowed it to plow the fields for the people of the world, but it did not make the groom, the government felt unhappy.

But this matter was a bit hard, and even Fan Xian was a little afraid of the decisiveness and triviality. Piansheng Wan'er finally found something that could prove herself and was not willing to let it go easily, so she worked hard. When Fan Xian left Hangzhou, he was worried that she would not be able to take good care of herself. Tengjia's wife was also a servant who was deeply afraid of the young grandmother, so she simply left Sisi there.

While thinking, Fan Xian quickly walked towards the village. The carriage had been placed. He left behind the guards. All his subordinates had more than 30 people, and they followed him into the village and the generals' school.

Li was following carefully, and he didn't dare to ask who the big man in a precious fox fur was, but he was just guessing in his heart.

After entering the empty clan school, some people had already set up a stove and after cooking the ginger candy water, the women in the village were busy putting them into bowls and respectfully handed them to these officials and men.

Fan Xian picked it up and took a sip, without saying anything. The pair of clear and divine eyes were just looking at the row of houses outside the gate and dazzled. He suddenly asked, "If the snow is heavier, will these houses be suppressed?"

This village is still Yingzhou, and it is also a pitiful place where the flood last year. This row of houses was gradually built last year and looked thin. So Fan Xian was a little worried.

The one who was stunned for a moment, wondering if the adult was asking him, Hong Changqing coughed and winked at him.

Li Zheng woke up, half-hunched and leaned towards Fan Xian for two steps, and replied respectfully: "Master, the snow will be thicker in two days. I really don't know whether it can withstand it."

Fan Xian looked at him with a surprise, thinking that he was just a Li Zheng, but he didn't just talk big, which was rare. He smiled gently and said, "Then don't you want to patrol every day?"

Li Zheng laughed and said, "What the master said, this is the heavy snow, and the villain is so arrogant that he must take a look at it every day." He then said proudly, "But I think it should not be in trouble. Don't look at these houses inconspicuous. But they were designed by the masters of the inner warehouse. I heard that the three major archers live in such houses. The snow should be fine."

Fan Xian smiled, and the subordinates behind him also laughed, feeling a little confused, thinking that there was something funny about this?

After asking a few more questions about whether the firewood and coal balls are enough, Fan Xian ended the conversation with Li Zheng, and a complex feeling emerged in his heart. The national strength of Qing Kingdom is indeed strong. As long as it is operated properly, it is still okay to ensure that these people have a normal life. And he... seems to have gradually become accustomed to the feeling of a powerful minister. Although he was just passing by, he couldn't help but ask a few more questions.

A powerful official?

Fan Xian sighed and walked to the gate of the clan school, squinted his eyes and looked at the darker and darker sky outside, the colder wind, the heavier and heavier snow, and the deeper and deeper, but his mind drifted to other places. The first time he thought he should be a powerful minister in this life was to his father, but the second time he said to Haitang after drinking in the Northern Qi Dynasty.

Haitang is gone.

When Lang Tao brought the Northern Qi mission to Suzhou City, Fan Xian knew that Haitang would definitely return to Northern Qi with her senior brother. On the one hand, it was the order of the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi, and on the other hand... Haitang could not find any excuse to persuade herself to stay. She was the saint of Northern Qi, not Princess Nanqing, so why should she live in the Huayuan of Fan every day? What's more, her most important task for going south was to monitor Fan Xian for the execution of the secret agreement on behalf of the Emperor of Northern Qi. But now, with her relationship with Fan Xian, it seems that the little emperor of Northern Qi also had a headache, so he would naturally recall the young master to follow the Queen Mother's wishes.

Fan Xian didn't see that scene with his own eyes, but he seemed to be able to see that scene in his mind. He was dressed in floral clothes and the village girl, shook her body and carried a basket, left Suzhou very casually, without even looking back.

However, although Haitang has left, the agreement between Fan Xian and Northern Qi has been underway. With the cooperation of Fan Sizhe and Xia Qifei, Xingbei Road has entered a stable stage. The channels between the two sides have been opened, and the goods produced in the inner warehouse are continuously imported into the territory of Northern Qi, so the price is naturally much cheaper than on the market. Qing Guoting lost a lot of money because of Fan Xian’s secret damage... However, Hangzhou Club has a lot of money.

It’s all the money of the people, so why bother caring about who takes it and who is using it?

Under Fan Xian's attack, the Ming family was really in a deadlock. Although the Ming family still had tens of millions of taels of silver in their hands, the assets were not flowing. The Ming family was reluctant to sell the land and industries to make their business live, so he had to borrow from outside and turn around.

The problem is that the old lady Ming was hanged to death by Ming Qingda. The owner of the Ming family did not have time to fully accept the old lady's position in the Junshan Club. Although the Taiping Money House in Dongyi City is still supporting the Ming family, its strength is obviously much weaker.

So Ming Qingda had no choice but to find him to lend a helping hand in the disaster...the investment bank.

Fan Xian stood at the door and lowered his head and thought, the more he borrowed, the better. He had to follow His Majesty's wishes to get everything from the Ming family without bloodshed, so he delayed for so long.

He raised his head and looked at the heavy snow in front of him, his heart was filled with satisfaction and pride. He had been proud of himself for so many years, but he had to allow himself to have a chance to be proud after being able to handle Jiangnan.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

In the heavy snow, a black line broke through the wind, like a black lightning, which seemed to have crossed the interval between time and space. With the sound of wind and snow covering the air, it came to him in an instant!

It is an arrow, a black arrow.

Fan Xian narrowed his eyes, and did not dodge or avoid. The domineering true energy in his body suddenly raised, and the long sword on his waist swung up, and the tip of the sword slashed straight towards him!

A muffled sound.

Fan Xian's seemingly simple but actually ruthless sword slashed in the air.

A green banner suddenly appeared in front of him, and a man in green was under the banner, and the man had a blue cloth belt tied on his hair.

The soul-devouring arrow shot on the pole in the middle of the banner, and the arrow feathers trembled continuously.

I saw two big words written on the banner.

"Iron Season."

The spies from the Supervision Bureau had already reacted. Six swordsmen held hard crossbows and surrounded the man in blue in the middle. Several other six swordsmen had already followed the snowflakes in the night and touched the arrows where the arrows were fired, and disappeared into the darkness.

Fan Xian looked at the man in blue, his eyes were calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly he spoke, "Back."

In a simple word, all the six swordsmen who had sneaked out and were about to chase the archer retreated with their will, stood silently on the snow-plating in front of the clan, and surrounded the man in blue in the middle.

Fan Xian looked up at the green banner and suddenly said, "Fortune-telling, did you calculate that someone is coming to assassinate me?"

The man in blue lowered his head, unable to see his face clearly, and only listened to him smile and said, "How could a mere small arrow hurt Lord Xiao Fan?"

Fan Xian said calmly: "So I don't understand. The big arrow doesn't move, why is the small arrow coming?"

The man in green said gently: "Xiaojian is young, has a strong temperament, and is always a little impulsive."

Fan Xian was silent.
Chapter completed!