After five hundred subordinates like wolves and tigers rushed into the empty Pan Mansion, Fang Zheng ordered people to close the door, pointed at Wensen's nose and cursed in the door, "You are a pig's brain? Are you doing this like this? You suffer losses in the open, and you have to take advantage in the dark. Do you don't understand this principle? If the censor in the court knew about it, guess how many ministers I would be impeached?"

Wensen smiled while wiping his sweat and said, "My subordinates know their mistakes, but their subordinates know their mistakes. The main reason is that the brothers are eager to get rich, and everyone is crazy about poverty, so they are obsessed with it..."

"If you say you are rich, are you more eager than me? Have you ever seen me clamoring for house searches all over the world to make money?... Why are you bastards still stunned? House searches! Why don't you need to teach you how to circulate?"

The subordinates were waiting for this sentence and cheered when they heard this. More than 500 people divided into more than a dozen teams of old hooligans who had been around for many years, and rushed to every corner of the Pan Mansion, screaming...

"Be gentle! You bastards! Do we need to claim to be so happy to enrich the treasury for the court?" Fang Zheng kept shouting from the side.

Wensen smiled and said, "Sir, why don't you find a place for you to sit comfortably? I'll make a pot of tea for you..."

Fang Zheng waved his hand: "No need, I'm not at ease. I have to stare carefully. I can't let go of anything valuable. You don't know. I begged the Emperor for a long time to consent. I should cherish this difficult-to-find opportunity to search the house..."

Wensen nodded with a deep pain. Why did this sound so awkward?

It was not until this time that Fang Zheng had the opportunity to look at Pan's Mansion.

It has to be admitted that the Pan family is larger than the Fang family, but it is obviously not as luxurious as the Fang family in terms of building materials. This is no wonder that the Fang family is the richest man in the Hua Dynasty. The founding of the Mansion was originally not short of silver. However, Shangshu Pan has been an official for decades and has always been known for his integrity. Even if he has a gold medal, he would not spend silver on such a criticized house. Therefore, looking at the building alone, the Pan family is big, but it seems a bit shabby.

However, it was obvious that Pan Shangshu's name of integrity was only on the surface. After plundering for nearly two hours, his subordinates happily carried boxes of gold, silver, jewelry, calligraphy, paintings, and antiques, as well as a large stack of silver notes found from somewhere, and walked out from all corners of the Pan Mansion.

This time, the shadow subordinates made a fortune, and each of them was full of money. I don’t know how many benefits they had gained in private.

Fang Zheng grabbed a subordinate with a sharp eye and took out a chamber pot from his arms. He said with a regret that he could not get the iron out of steel and said, "If you don't get the gold or silver, you can just get the bronze broken chamber pot? Why do I have a stupid subordinate like you? I honestly explain, how did you get into the shadow?"

The subordinate scratched his head and smiled: "This is what the subordinate found from Pan Ni's bed. The things that the minister of the current dynasty used must be antiques from the previous dynasty..."

Fang Zheng stuffed the chamber pot to him and waved his hand in frustration: "Keep it well, treat it as a family heirloom, and pass it on from generation to generation..."

Soon, the subordinates placed the searched things in the front yard to facilitate unified inventory. The half of the yard was filled with fullness, which looked particularly eye-catching under the early winter sunlight.

Fang Zheng held his breath and looked at the shining little gold mountain with an intoxicated expression. After a long time, he finally breathed out.

"After plundering so many people's money, Pan Wenyuan, the old thief, was killed!" Fang Zheng gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth with a hatred of evil.

A stack of silver notes was quietly stuffed into his sleeves.

Wensen pretended not to see anything. He was not brave enough and only dared to stuff silver into his sleeves one by one. Only the one who did big things was the one who made great efforts. Look at the way he stuffed silver notes, this action...

A subordinate who was responsible for counting the property walked up and said, "Sir, after counting, my subordinates initially estimated that the items found in Pan Ni's mansion were equivalent to silver, totaling more than 1.18 million taels, including a batch of antiques that could not be estimated, and calligraphy and paintings and expensive jewelry were not included..."

"So much?" Fang Zheng looked at Wensen in surprise.

Wen Sen shook his subordinates and smiled: "Sir, my subordinates think that the amount of property inventory this time is very unreal. My subordinates think that it should be counted again..."

Wen Sen was so aware, Zheng finally felt relieved, and he agreed with him: "No! When Pan Ni was in power, he was busy making friends with ministers and colluding with the army, spending a lot of money. The mansion had been exhausted long ago. How could there be so much money? It must be that our brothers had miscalculated it!"

Wensen nodded: "Yes! There must be!"

After rolling his eyes, Sen whispered: "It's not wrong to say the number according to the meaning of the lord?"

"Oh..." Fang Zheng rolled his eyes straight, spreading his inventory account book and putting his hands on the words "11,180,000 taels" in the last line of statistics. His index finger covered the two words "100" quietly and then coughed.

Wen immediately smiled with a deep understanding.

Fang Zheng put in Wensen's ear and said in a barely audible voice: "The cut off silver is 2% for the brothers, and the rest will be moved to my house..."

Wen Sen heard this and said that 200,000 taels were 200,000 taels, and 500 brothers were divided, each of whom could get 400 taels. This was like making a fortune for his shadow subordinates who only had 4 taels of silver and monthly salary per month.

Ignoring Wen Sen's unbroken thanks, Fang Zheng sighed with his hands, shook his head and walked out of the mansion, sighing as he walked: "I want to eliminate bad policies for the Holy Dynasty, and I will cherish the decay of the decay. Now that the traitors have been eliminated, the people are still in suffering..."

The great sentiment of worrying about the country and the people, the vicissitudes of worrying first and then being happy, made Wen Sen and his shadow subordinates feel awe-inspiring, and a sense of respect arises...

The subordinates took out all their property and withdrew from the Pan Mansion in a low-key manner from the back door. Fang Zheng walked out of the front door of the Pan Mansion openly.

There were more and more people gathering in front of the door, everyone was full of hatred, shouting something with excitement, making people screaming loudly.

"What are the people yelling?" Fang Zheng asked Wen Sen in a low voice. He couldn't help but feel a little worried. Could it be that the people found out about my black money so quickly?

"Sir, the people all say that Pan Ni rebelled, rioted the capital, killed innocent people indiscriminately, and caused countless people's homes to be destroyed. I asked the adults to allow them to burn this house to vent the anger of the people and to quell the anger of the people..."

It turned out that they were not for me. Fang Zheng was relieved. Hearing the words, he smiled relaxedly: "It's okay! Let them burn it. Anyway, the valuable things inside have been moved, just a broken house, it doesn't matter if it burns..."

Wensen said with a disgust: "Sir, this is a blatant setting fire. If the soldiers guarding the capital arrive, Lord Yu may be inappropriate. Besides, if the censors in the court find out, they will have to..."

Fang Zheng waved his hand impatiently and said, "Oh, I am the garrison general in the capital. What are you afraid of! Censors? Those guys who have nothing to do when they are full, why should they pay attention to them? Just burn a house, what's the big deal!"

As he said that, Fang Zheng faced the people and shouted: "Burn, I'm sure you are! I'm so excited that I can't help but be polite to me!"

The angry people were overjoyed and praised Lord Fang for being jealous of evil and being the "Fang Qingtian" among the people. Then the people were not polite and threw the burning torches, tincture oil and other objects into the Pan Mansion. Soon, the Pan Mansion ignited a large fire, and the fire became stronger and stronger.

Fang Zheng stood outside the door and sneered, Pan Wenyuan, you sent troops to burn my house a few days ago, but today it was my turn to burn your house. This is called cause and effect...

The people set fire happily, and a team of imperial guards came from the east and ran towards Fang Zheng quickly.

Fang Zheng was stunned, why are the imperial guards here? In fact, even if they were to pursue the fire, they would be the prefect of Jinling or the city guards...

The Imperial Army was headed by a deputy general. Fang Zheng knew this person. When the rebels entered the city, he led a small number of Imperial Army soldiers to resist the rebels' attack in Fang's mansion, and let him resist all night.

When the deputy general of the Imperial Army saw the Pan Mansion fire, he looked shocked and asked anxiously: "Master Fang, why is this?"

Fang Zheng looked at the people with warm eyes: "The people's hearts should not be violated, and the people's hearts should not be deceived... When the people heard that Pan Ni was eliminated, they ignited Pan Ni's house in anger. Haha, look, how lively..."

The deputy general of the Imperial Army was so anxious that he sweated in his forehead: "No, Lord Fang..."

Fang Zheng said unhappily: "Why not? The people burned it, just a house where traitors lived. What's the point?"

The deputy general of the Imperial Army stomped his feet heavily and said, "Mr. Fang, I am here to pass the emperor's imperial edict to you. The emperor issued an order to give Pan Ni's house to Lord. and Princess Changping..."

Fang Zheng was stunned when he heard this, "Give me...give me...you...what do you mean this house?...this house that caught fire?"

The deputy general of the Imperial Army nodded helplessly.

Fang Zheng's eyes were straight, and he looked at the fire that was rising into the sky, and he was crying without tears.

a long time.

Fang Zheng jumped up like an arrow on his butt and shouted loudly: "Why are you still stunned? Help put out the fire!"

After saying that, Fang Zheng broke into the people alone and shouted: "Don't burn it, don't burn it anymore! That's my house!"

"Why are you doing this? You're throwing it away?"

"You are still unreasonable? I'll help you eliminate rebellion, but you burn my house... Woo woo..."

"Wenson! Are you dead? Why don't you help me stop these lunatics! My house is gone..."

"Whoever dares to burn him again will arrest him!"

The third volume of "Time Travel: The Playboy" ends.

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Chapter completed!