Papapapapa, the sound was very crisp, not like the muffled sound made by the royal staff outside the Kyoto Imperial Palace falling on the censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, but rather like someone beating the beat of a strong rhythmic music.
The beat only dropped ten beats before it was over. Finally, the three masters of the workshop did not breathe in and out like Brother Baoyu, nor passed out like Fan Laoer.
Fan Xian watched the scene with great interest. He couldn't help but be a little surprised by the stubbornness of the three principals. After being beaten ten times, they didn't even snort. He knew his subordinate's style. , no one dared to stay strong.
The three principals were lying on the bench, their clothes were lifted up, their trousers were taken off, and their buttocks and backs were covered with red marks, looking miserable. They suffered too much humiliation today, and in front of Fan Xian, they stubbornly resisted and did not make a sound of begging for mercy, but it always hurts when the board falls on them, especially when there is a sense of humiliation of being stripped of their clothes besides the pain. , The eyes of these middle-aged men began to fill with tears, barking, and filled with hatred, like poor puppies.
Fan Xian clapped his hands and said, "Fork out."
"Yes." The subordinates responded in unison, and helped the three principals to walk outside the yamen.
Behind these three principals who had long been humiliated, Fan Xian still hadn't forgotten to shout like a businessman: "Three days, three days, don't forget!"
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The yamen suddenly fell silent, and all the officials looked at Fan Xian with even more fear. Everyone in the world knows Fan Xian's reputation, but they are not from the capital. Taste, these officials didn't experience it personally, it's not as clear as the second prince sent the civil servants to feel the pain clearly.
But today everyone finally saw it, and while they were secretly afraid, they couldn't help but sneer inwardly, and they beat up as soon as they wanted, the one who beat up was the treasurer, and it wasn't just for us officials to see, but no matter how bad you are, Mr. Fan You are knowledgeable, but you are still blind to the affairs of Nei Curry. You have offended the principals of these three major workshops badly, and it will depend on how you end up in the future.
Perhaps Fan Xian didn't know that the officials under him were interested in watching the show three days later, or maybe he didn't care about it at all, and said a few more casual words, ordering everyone to pay back the owed money within three days. After the first inspection by himself, the officials will be released from the Yamen.
He left behind the general from the Ye family, as well as his close assistant, the deputy envoy of the Transshipment Department. To do that in three days, he still needs the help of these two people in many ways.
He didn't know what he had said to the two officials in the back garden, but their faces became more and more serious, and finally they nodded slowly, saluted Fan Xian respectfully, and then retreated.
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"My lord." Su Wenmao handed over the summary of intelligence from the Overwatch Council. Fan Xian took it and nodded slightly as he looked at it. It seemed that the people around were still useful, but they had been pinched by the eldest princess and the treasurers all these years, so they had no chance to show their hands.
Su Wenmao looked at him immersed in the file, and recalled the previous scene, couldn't help frowning, and boldly said softly: "The masters of the three major workshops can be killed."
Fan Xian looked up at him, and couldn't help laughing: "Of course you can kill, but killing people is not cooking, you can eat whatever you want, and you don't have to rush to kill people."
"Your Excellency was too gentle before." Su Wenmao came from the Office of the Overwatch Council. He has always been ruthless in dealing with officials and officials, and he really felt that Fan Xian's previous treatment was too kind. The three principals in the area can be killed as soon as they are killed. Thunder strike, there is no reason to talk about it for a long time, and only hit ten boards.
He said angrily: "My lord just hit them ten times earlier, it was too light, I'm afraid it will make these people feel dissatisfied."
Fan Xian waved the Overwatch Council's intelligence summary in his hand, and said calmly, "According to the evidence in hand, I chopped off those three heads with one knife, and no one dared to say anything."
Su Wenmao was taken aback, and thought to himself, since this is the case, why did the three lawless guys let go of the thunder and rain earlier
Fan Xian explained with a smile: "Thunderstorms, rain and dew, it's all... God's grace. If I had dealt with it harshly before, although the officials and treasurers, big and small, would be dissatisfied, and even jealous because of fear, they would have no choice but to respond." , and frightened by the sharpness of the beheading knife, they will be honest. The three-day deadline... I am afraid that the officials will make up for the shortfall, and those treasurers will go crazy to and fro Send money."
"Isn't this... the situation your lord wants to see?" Su Wenmao became more and more puzzled.
Fan Xian waved his hand: "Wrong, if the suppression is suppressed for a while, only the principals of the three workshops will be killed. What fundamental changes can be made for Neiku? It's like hunting monkeys on the mountain. You have to kill the monkey king." , those monkeys will scatter. You also know that it is impossible for me, and I don’t want to stay in Neiku for a long time. What if we leave in the future? Those monkeys will come out of the mountains again to steal our house corn to eat."
Su Wenmao's heart moved, and he understood something. The monkeys mentioned in Mr. Tisi's parable are naturally the numerous treasurers of the three major workshops. If the principals of the three major workshops were beheaded today, those treasurers would naturally vomit back. However, in that case, Mr. Tisi will lose the opportunity to kill the butcher again. When Mr. Tisi leaves northern Fujian and returns to Hangzhou in the future, the treasurers will be afraid that the mountains are high and the roads are far It will be active again, and the workers in the three major workshops are afraid that they will face even more tragic revenge.
"It's pustules." Fan Xian said with a smile, "Your face seems to be flat, but the pus is still inside, so let's not rush to scrub first, but open the pores to remove all the pus. Squeeze out."
Su Wenmao was taken aback, apparently he had never taken a cosmetology class, but he understood Fan Xian's meaning enough, and said with a smile: "My lord said it's complicated, isn't it just to lure a snake out of its hole?"
"What do you attract? This is called beating a snake to scare a snake." Fan Xian stroked his smooth hair and found that this description of himself didn't seem to be very appropriate. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Anyway, in three days, three workshops and ten boards I think those treasurers who are used to being arrogant and pampered will not bear it no matter what."
"What if... someone returns the silver, what should we do?" Su Wenmao asked suspiciously, a little worried that those little monkeys would not have the guts to jump out after Mr. Tisi became famous.
"Learn from past mistakes to avoid future ones, cure diseases and save people." Fan Xian said seriously: "There is no treasury who has violated the punishment rules in Qinglu, as long as the money is refunded, I will naturally give him a chance to be a man again. I am here to manage the internal treasury, not to destroy the internal treasury. Library."
"Understood."
"For the enemy, we have to divide them, sort them out, treat them separately, and unite with all that can be united... Look at who jumps out three days later, and you will know who is rejecting my good intentions." Fan Xian said with a smile: " Not only for the treasurers, presumably the princess's cronies who stayed in the inner treasury will not let go of such a great opportunity. From Xinyang's point of view, if I offend all the treasurers, the inner treasury will naturally be paralyzed , At this time, they will definitely jump out, you ask people around to pay close attention to these two days, and finally draw up a list, I will clean up these unstable factors one by one."
Su Wenmao finally understood the whole thing, Mr. Tisi had to do a very thorough clean-up work, and went back to the previous conversation in the garden, Xiaoyi said: "It's just... my lord, the deputy envoy is a member of Ren Shao'an's clan, so he can be trusted, but Ye Home?"
Fan Xian knew what he was worried about. According to news from the capital, Ye Linger finally married the second prince a few days after the first prince married the princess of Northern Qi. She came forward and was released from the mansion under house arrest.
"Don't worry about anything. I didn't say too much. I just asked General Ye to pay attention to the route out of the warehouse. I won't be so arrogant that I can subdue the Ye family with a few words."
Fan Xian laughed. What he asked Ye Shen to do was actually to prevent the treasurers from taking advantage of the geographical advantages and secretly transporting out the money they had swallowed up over the years. Although most of the stolen money must have been used to buy land, the land deed... The temperament of the treasurers determines that they can only be kept in their own homes.
"And don't associate the Ye family with the second prince and the eldest princess casually." Fan Xian thought for a while and said, "The two Ye and Qin families are known in the world together. It's not as simple as most people imagine. How can it be unilateral?" To a prince, that's too stupid. Even if he has a tendency, he will always sell me some face before the situation is clear, and turn against me for a group of treasurers, unless Ye Zhong really thinks His Majesty didn't assign him Farther."
Su Wenmao froze, didn't say anything, and took the order to leave.
Fan Xian sat on the chair and fell into silence. After a long while, he sighed. Ye Linger is married after all. What will happen to the second prince in the future? He is not a benevolent person, but in the tea shop outside Baoyue Tower, he also said that the reason why the second prince was knocked out of the dust was to save his life. On the other hand, it is just subconsciously wanting to compete with the emperor who pays attention to iron and blood breeding, to see if you can play, or I can play!
Over the past few months, the Ye family has been played with by the emperor, and had no choice but to get closer and closer to the second prince. Thinking of this, Fan Xian was filled with anger. His Majesty's foresight may be true. But the suspicious bastard who is an emperor is even more true-it seems that people sitting in different positions have their own limitations. The emperor sitting on the dragon chair has his limitations because he is too suspicious. First, the unreasonable precautions gradually rose, and the shameless frame was later, forcing the Ye family to the opposite of the prince!
Prince? Then why did the third child follow him out of Beijing
The emperor... is really not a porridge, so he tried to use tricks that people can't see. Fan Xian was a little distressed, and immediately comforted himself, this little bastard himself couldn't figure it out, maybe the old bastard was also messing up a war, and he didn't even understand it.
As for why Fan Xian was extremely resolute in his refusal to reconcile with his mother-in-law, it was not because of how much son-in-law he had suffered during the relationship, and it was not just the reason why he had said to Haitang that he was "optimistic about the family business". The most real reason was: if Fan Xian Xian and the eldest princess really teamed up, and the combined strength of the two parties would be terrifyingly strong, enough to shake the foundation of the Qing Kingdom.
And this was absolutely not allowed by the Emperor Qing.
For Fan Xian, who does not hold the power of the world, there is only one very wise and foolish policy at present: he will never do anything that the emperor does not allow, unless someone wants to beat him to death.
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In the next two days, Fan Xian, the imperial envoy who had just arrived at the inner treasury, took seven of his personal maids, and inspected the workshop in a beautiful manner. Adding a touch of perceptual knowledge, it is inevitable that you will caress the wood at the waterwheel by the river and sigh, feeling the vicissitudes of life. Occasionally, you will sit and discuss with the workers in the workshop about the way of blowing glass. Unsuccessful, but the glass texture is undoubtedly revealed.
After two days like this, most of the workshops closer to the government office knew what the new lord looked like. Although they didn't dare to stare at the legendary Mr. Fan, the Kuhahas also took a sneak peek at him. Shaoyan, everyone said that this noble son was really good-looking, but his hands and feet were a bit clumsy, and he was kind. The seven maids around him were all born like flowers and jade, but there was one maid who was really not good. , walking and walking has a rustic style, not like a girl from a rich family.
On the other hand, the four inner lines of defense formed by the military and the Overwatch Council suddenly stepped up their inspections. The inspection of the internal treasury is the most stringent place in the world. Suddenly, it stepped up and found some prohibited items. Although they were not the technical secrets of the internal treasury, they were still heavy things.
It is a light piece of paper, but it is a heavy title deed.
As Fan Xian expected, the first reaction of the treasury and relevant officials, including the three masters, after the promulgation of the three-day order was to find a way to transport the most valuable things around them and hand them over to people outside the inner treasury. relatives and friends.
But after a rigorous search, the officials and treasurers finally despaired, knowing that the new imperial envoy would not allow them to transfer their property, and these paper properties remained with them... Oh my god, if I don’t If you make up the shortfall, won't your home be ransacked? And how could these people be clean, if the imperial envoy wants to find out his faults, there will be dead words on the left and right!
The work of Shan Da and General Lin has obviously achieved results. From the next day, no one tried to transfer the family property, and a dark wind began to blow between the various mansions and the three major workshops in the inner library. As for Who is the source of the blowing? Naturally, spilled nails are quietly inquiring.
It was Yemin where heavy rain fell and the river swelled. Although there was no problem due to the solidity of the embankment, the atmosphere of howling wind and turbid waves was beginning to make many people feel strange.
Feeling the strong danger, the treasurers began to connect together. Up and down, there were more than two hundred treasurers in total. Facing the "three-day order", they all had their own plans. Yin, a new man, some people who were afraid of Fan Xian's power began to secretly prepare to report the crimes of their colleagues in order to seek innocence for themselves, and more people began to gather in the principal's mansion of the three workshops, discussing in private How to deal with this matter.
After being beaten, the three principals of the Three Great Workshops could only lie on the bed. Although they were in three places, they expressed their hatred for Fan Xian and the resentment in their eyes. In short, they refused to Those who bowed their heads to Fan Xian, because they had done too many bad things, even if they bowed their heads, they might not be able to escape death in the future.
In the connection of these treasurers, Xinyang's confidantes who stayed in the treasurer also played a very bad role. In the name of Her Royal Highness Princess who is far away in Kyoto, he assured the treasurers that the court's first concern is still the inner treasury. Production and profit, not these small pieces of silver that you are greedy for.
What about a chopstick? What about the ten chopsticks? In short, most of the treasurers finally hugged tightly and began to smash like bowling balls at Mr. Fan Chin, who seemed to know nothing but traveling with the United States.
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On the last day of the three-day decree, Fan Xian followed the rules of the previous two days, and stayed in the government office to discuss matters in the morning. Although the treasurers have never voluntarily handed over their stolen goods to plead guilty, many officials have already returned. Some of the money came back, as for whether the withdrawal was enough, that is a matter for the future, and it will be discussed later, at least the superficial respect was done.
There were also some treasurers who pleaded guilty in secret and took the initiative to go to the Overwatch Council to be a tainted witness. Fan Xian naturally accepted it with a smile.
He was drinking tea, looking at the drizzle outside the hall, thinking about the torrential rain last night, this year Qingguo will not be flooded again, right? It seems that we have to hurry up, otherwise the money my father asked for may not be transported to the bank of the river in time, and the embankment will collapse again.
"grown ups!"
A panicked voice was like a thunderbolt, waking Fan Xian up from his saintly thoughts.
Fan Xian looked puzzled, and saw a bunch of officials with wet official uniforms running in. These officials were all people who went to various workshops to promote the deadline of the three-day order. Why did they all come back
The leader was the No. 2 person in the internal warehouse, Ma Kai, the deputy envoy of the Transit Department. He was shocked, pulled his front, and rushed in terribly anxiously, regardless of the sewage and wet shoes on the ground.
"Lord Ma, why are you so flustered?" Fan Xian looked at the other party, frowned slightly, and posed Cao Cao's score.
"My lord, it's not good!" Although Ma Kai knew that the treasurers would definitely retaliate against the three-day order, but when he suddenly heard about it today, he couldn't help but panic and rushed to report to Fan Xian.
"Three major workshops... are on strike!"
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Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, and stood on the stone steps blankly.
Ma Kai thought that the imperial envoy was also shocked by the sudden bad news, wiped the rain on his face, and said with a wry smile: "This is good, this is good."
The three major workshops went on strike? This is something that has never happened since the Qing Dynasty took over the internal warehouse! In fact, Fan Xian did not kill anyone, and the methods he used were not as bloody as the eldest princess's back then. But the problem is that Fan Xian issued a three-day order, and he had the power of a secret agent that the eldest princess did not have. Figure, if you really plan to swallow the money that the treasurers have withheld over the years.
What is money? Money is the life of the vast majority of people in the world, so the treasurers dared to use such a shocking move as a strike to fight Fan Xian with their lives!
Fan Xian was only slightly taken aback, and immediately woke up with a faint smile on his lips. In fact, he was not surprised that the treasurers reacted so violently. He was just thinking that there were also industrial disturbances in this world...
"My lord, what should I do? How about withdrawing the three-day order first?" Ma Kai said expectantly. He disapproved of Fan Xian's three-day order. Now that the treasurers are really on strike, how much money will the court lose if the three workshops of the inner treasury stop working for one day? Who can afford such a big crime? Even if your family background, Fan Xian, is different from ordinary people, and you are not afraid of criticism from the world, but... His Majesty will not let you off lightly!
To the surprise of Ma Kai and other officials, Fan Xian caressed his smooth hair, stretched his neck, and showed a hint of excitement on his face: "As expected, I did not disappoint this official, and made a big noise... that's fine." , wait for the official to catch up and kill them all... Clean, clean!"
"ah?"
All the officials stood stupidly in the drizzle, and a pair of swallows fluttered gently on the wooden beams of the yamen.
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In the rain, Fan Xian, wearing a black lotus robe from the Overwatch Council, led a total of more than 20 officials from the Transit Department, and hurried to the outside of a certain square in Jiafang, which was the first to call for a strike. The officials stood outside the square, and found that they could not hear the sound of the stove sizzling, and there was no black smoke coming out of the square, and there was a deathly silence. Everyone couldn't help casting their eyes on Fan Xian, thinking How are you going to deal with this kind of silent protest
No one knew that the Qi Nian team and the six swordsmen who had followed Fan Xian to the south of the Yangtze River had already put on raincoats and silently arrived not far from Dafang, waiting for orders.
And farther away, Ye Shenjiang had a calm face, clenched his fists, and chatted nervously with Su Wenmao next to him, but his thoughts were all in the big workshop that was on strike today. Behind him, a battalion of officers and soldiers with swords and guns in hand was waiting.
People who went on strike in Jiafang gathered in this big workshop, where there was still heat from last night, and this was where the glass was smelted.
Fan Xian walked into the workshop with steady steps, looked up at the high roof of the workshop, and said with admiration, "The rain protection is well done."
The workers huddled at the back in twos and threes, with panic on their faces. Naturally, these lower-level workers didn't know why they stopped working suddenly today. Looking at the newly arrived imperial envoy, they were terrified.
In front of the workshop, more than a dozen treasurers in blue clothes forced themselves to salute Fan Xian.
"Why didn't work start?"
"I want to teach you to know." The head of Jiafang Xiao, who was still wounded behind him, gave Fan Xian a look of resentment, "Last night, the rain was too heavy, and the stove was extinguished and the mold was damaged, so there is nothing to do. start."
The principal and the treasurer are not idiots, so of course they know that they can't call out a strike, otherwise, if Fan Xian really goes crazy and kills them all with a knife, he's justified, so he can only find some reasons, But in fact, they still threatened the opponent with a strike.
This, perhaps, is the so-called art of negotiation.
In terms of poetry and prose, Fan Xian can be said to be an artist, but his job is often to destroy art without aesthetic feeling. He said with a sullen face: "The mold is ruined, the stove is wet, what about Yifang? Is it scalding to death?" Has the molten steel condensed? Can the spinning machine rust?"
Without waiting for that Chief Xiao to reply, he narrowed his eyes and said, "I think you treasurers are really rusty!"
There was no so-called negotiation at all. Fan Xian just needed someone to make trouble. The replacement of the technical director of the internal library was imperative. How could he be willing to miss this opportunity.
"Come here, cut off the head of Mr. Xiao and use his blood to warm the stove." Fan Xian clapped his hands and said in a harmonious voice.
That Master Xiao was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't understand what the Imperial Envoy meant.
As soon as Fan Xian finished speaking, Overwatch Council officials in raincoats had already entered the workshop. One of his subordinates lifted a chair for Fan Xian to sit down, and several others kicked Mr. Xiao to the ground neatly, dragging him to the ground. They arrived at the stove about five feet away from Fan Xian.
Fan Xian waved his hand.
The officers of the Department of Operations behind him were in an uproar, and Ma Kai's deputy envoy was furious, and shouted in panic: "My lord, you can't do it!"
And Mr. Xiao, who was pushed to the furnace mouth, finally woke up at this time, knowing that the imperial envoy really wanted to kill himself... really dared to kill himself! He began to struggle desperately, his feet kicked on the floating dirt on the ground, rustling, and cried out in a crying voice: "Forgive me, my lord, spare me!"
There are so many fools in the world who can't see through the state of the world, and it's too late to beg for mercy when they are about to die.
The treasurers who had a good relationship with Mr. Xiao's eyes were about to burst, and they rushed forward one after another, trying to rescue Mr. Xiao back.
With a bang, a snow-white knife light flashed!
A head with a dark complexion rolled into the furnace, and the blood spurted out and hit the furnace wall.
Countless screams erupted in the big square, and everyone was shocked by the bloody scene before them. The little treasurers howled in pain and panic, and stopped their progress at the same time in the blink of an eye. This moment finally overcomes the inner frenzy.
Fan Xian glanced at the corpse at the mouth of the stove, and then at the hundreds of fearful workers gathered behind the workshop, and said calmly, "I kill people, so there is a reason for killing people."