The principal knelt on the ground, his face was red and white, and when he heard the word Ye family, he remembered the true identity of the person in front of him, and the memory that had been hidden for many years slowly rose up, making him ashamed and ashamed Angry and afraid. Feeling ashamed is easier to understand. After all, he was just a little beggar who was begging for food by the side of the road back then. It was all because of the Ye family that he was able to get to where he is now. How did the young lady of the Ye family educate herself and these people back then
As for anger and fear, it comes from his natural reaction, a feeling of shame and anger after being stripped naked, and thinking that the imperial envoy is a descendant of the Ye family, I am afraid that what he knows in his head, the other party will definitely Knowing, how can I use those things to threaten the other party? The other party chopped Master Xiao off with a single knife, so could it be that he couldn't kill himself
"The imperial court treats you well." Fan Xian looked at him, and said word by word: "Let's not talk about you three principals, you are ordinary treasurers, and your annual salary is even more than that of the third-rank officials in the capital. What do you have to be dissatisfied with?" !"
A chill flashed in his eyes: "Could it be that you think that all the production of the internal treasury depends on your heads, and the 20 million taels of silver every year flashed your eyes, making you feel uncomfortable and feel that you should earn more?"
This speaks to the bottom of the hearts of the treasurers. The inner treasury produces a lot of money in a year, and sells it to other countries in the world, bringing huge profits to Qing. Comparing the numbers, they still feel a little uncomfortable. They always feel that they should be given more money to earn money for the court. This is why they secretly corrupted the law and oppressed the people.
Hearing what the imperial envoy said at this time, although the treasurers did not dare to talk back, there was meaning in their eyes.
Fan Xian sneered, and mercilessly tore off their faces, and said lightly, "But the question is... is what you rely on really what you have in your head?"
There was silence in the room, and everyone including the officials recognized this fact, until Fan Xian said: "Don't forget, what did you know before the Ye family appeared? The technology you mastered fell from the world. Is it taught by the temple?"
Fan Xian scolded: "Remember everything! This is what the Ye family taught you! Without the Miss Ye family back then, you would be useless, keep digging the fields and begging! Why did the Ye family build these great jobs back then? Fang, I think you have all forgotten! In front of me, you still want to threaten me with what the Ye family taught you, are you shameless? Are you ashamed?"
The officials behind him looked at each other in blank dismay. Although the court had long since stopped pursuing the Ye family's affairs, and Master Xiao Fan's life experience was gradually known to the world, but the Ye family and the Ye family said so openly, it was...somewhat taboo.
At this time, Fan Xian couldn't care less. On the one hand, he was angry, but on the other hand, he wanted to use this opportunity to clear his name. In this world, no matter what you do, you should pay attention to righteousness and obedience. The so-called teacher is famous. And Fan Xian scolded the treasurer today, beheaded people with a knife, regardless of the level of interests, he has already taken the banner on the moral level, and used the Ye family's craftsmanship to threaten the descendants of the Ye family. Isn't this ungrateful
The head of Yifang finally softened, knelt on the ground and cried, "My lord, I know I was wrong, please give me a chance to use the skills I learned back then to contribute to the court."
Although the principal was crying and howling in pain, the sharp-eyed Fan Xian did not notice any tears on his face, but the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and he couldn't help but sneered, knowing that the other party still thought he would not continue killing people , thought that what was in his mind was still useful.
Fan Xian clapped his hands lightly, and when the applause was about to fall, four elderly people of about half a hundred entered the workshop, surrounded by officials from the Overwatch Council. Shopkeepers!
The Overwatch Council officials placed four chairs, Fan Xian got up, and politely asked the four shopkeepers to sit down with no expression on his face.
The officials and treasury workers were all confused, wondering who are these old guys who seem to be blown down by the wind, and how are they qualified to sit side by side with the imperial envoy? Although the deputy envoy Ma Kai didn't say anything, he was still muttering in his heart, thinking that my official was standing behind the imperial envoy, these civilians were so courageous.
Fan Xian slid his finger over the lotus robe on his body, dipped it in some cold rainwater, applied it between his brows and rubbed it slowly, and asked, "Do you still know who these four are?"
It has been nearly twenty years since the Ye family collapsed, and the workers in Neikufang are no longer the same group as before, and even the treasurers have never seen the twenty-three shopkeepers of the Ye family who were high above them, so they did not recognize them. Who are the four people? Even if there are old people from back then, they are too far apart to be able to tell.
On the contrary, the master of Yifang who was kneeling on the ground slowly scanned the faces of the four people with hesitant eyes, and then lowered his head and thought for a long time, suddenly seemed to think of something, and his legs twitched in shock. Soft, originally in a kneeling posture, suddenly sat down in the muddy water!
I haven't seen him in twenty years, and it took him a long time to remember who was sitting in front of him—the old shopkeeper of the Ye family!
The head of Yifang trembled. Only now did he know why Fan Xian was so confident, why he forced his treasurers to rebel, and why he didn't care about what people like himself remembered in their minds—it turned out that he was carrying The old shopkeepers who were under house arrest in Kyoto came to Neiku together!
Who are the old shopkeepers? They were the first batch of students of Ms. Ye's family back then, and they were also the masters of all the masters and helpers of the Ye family's later masters, and they were also the ancestors of these internal treasury treasurers! With such a group of old guys around, the imperial envoy certainly doesn't care about the loss of craftsmanship, let alone the quality of the inner warehouse. To be honest, the inner warehouse was built by these old shopkeepers, so there is no way take care of
After figuring this out, the headmaster was full of despair, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart. He grinned, struggled to crawl towards Fan Xian on the ground, and cried, "Master, you old man!" Plead for mercy on behalf of the apprentice!"
Everyone was startled, and Fan Xian was also slightly taken aback. Of course he knew that this person was not pleading with him. Following the gaze of the chief officer, he found that he was looking at Qiye. He turned his head and asked curiously, "Qiye." Ye, was your apprentice back then?"
Qiye stared at the head's face with a sullen face, and said in a hoarse voice, "I learned from me for a few days."
Fan Xian smiled slightly, and understood Qiye's feelings. After the collapse of the Ye family, twenty-three old shopkeepers were captured by the imperial court and placed under house arrest in the capital. Some of their disciples resisted and died, while others lingered. Of course, this is all people's own choice when disasters are imminent, and no one can blame them, but people who have climbed to high positions like Master Yifang must have behaved very badly back then.
Hearing the master of Yifang call out the word "master", the master of Bingfang who had been silent by the side froze as if struck by lightning. Looking at the four old people sitting next to the imperial envoy, he couldn't believe his ears at all.
And those members of the Ye family among the treasurers confirmed the identities of these four people. In addition to being horrified, some people who still had nostalgia stood up one after another, and knelt down to the four old shopkeepers in surprise, joy and fear. in front of.
"Fourth Lord."
"Uncle Twelve, I am Zhuzi."
"I've met the old shopkeeper. I was doing odd jobs in the Chuzhou branch back then."
Although there are still most of the treasurers who have nothing to do with these four old shopkeepers, the internal treasury recognition meeting has already started lively.
Fan Xian's face darkened, and he said in a cold voice, "I'll meet you later." Although his expression was displeased, his heart was at ease. With those thirteen vice chiefs, these old shopkeepers still had a lot of prestige. Now, my own renovation plan for the inner warehouse should proceed relatively smoothly.
When we met again after twenty years, the atmosphere in the workshop suddenly became a little sad, but this kind of sadness just diluted the previous tension, except that the officials of the transshipment department were a little uncomfortable, and even more a little bit of Xinyang. The people on the side sneered secretly. If the scene in front of him was spread to the capital, His Majesty might have some opinions on Fan Tisi.
The head of Yifang knelt on the ground with his head down, and felt a little comforted in his heart, thinking that seeing this appearance, at most he would be punished, and after a while he would desperately admit his mistakes. For the sake of the old Ye family, the imperial envoy probably would not No more embarrassing yourself.
He glanced sideways at the corpse of Chief Xiao at the furnace mouth in the distance, feeling terrified in his heart, fortunately Xiao Jing got ahead first, and he sympathized with that fellow, thinking that someone who had nothing to do with Lao Ye's family was under the command of the imperial envoy Sure enough, he died simply.
To everyone's surprise, after Fan Xian repelled the treasurers, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Pull this person down and behead him."
"Yes, my lord."
The master of Yifang raised his head and looked around with perplexed eyes. For a while, he couldn't figure out who else should be beheaded? Shouldn't things be like this
It wasn't until he was dragged up by the officials of the Overwatch Council that he realized that the imperial envoy wanted to kill himself! I wanted to open my mouth to complain, but my mouth was blocked by a lump of dirt!
Seeing the officials of the Overwatch Council dragging the limp master out of the workshop, looking at the water stain on the ground, no matter whether it was officials or civilians, shopkeepers or treasurers in the workshop, they all fell silent. Your Excellency the imperial envoy.
Fan Xian lowered his head slightly as if he couldn't feel the countless gazes.
From outside the workshop came the muffled sound of an iron tool being chopped on the fleshy neck, and a muffled groan.
There was an uproar in the workshop, and immediately fell into a deathly silence, everyone knew that the owner of Yifang died so simply.
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After a short silence, the head of Bingfang, whose hands were tied behind his back, laughed at himself, his face was pale with despair, and walked in front of Fan Xian consciously.
He thought to himself that there was no reason for him anymore. Since the imperial envoy used the name of suppressing the labor unrest, he would not be so stupid as to start a trial, and he did not need any evidence at all. He must kill the three of them on the spot. Only by Liwei can the four old shopkeepers control the technicians of the inner warehouse again—the masters of the three major workshops are dead, the second is dead, and he is naturally the third.
Fan Xian glanced at him and frowned slightly.
The master of Bingfang looked at him, gritted his teeth for a while, and suddenly said: "I have my own way of death, and I don't blame you for digging this hole for me to jump into. But before you die, please allow me to ask you something."
Fan Xian frowned and said, "Ask."
The master of Bingfang stopped looking at him, and turned his head to look at the twelfth shopkeeper of the Ye family next to him. His lips trembled for a long time, and then he said in a trembling voice: "Uncle Twelve, my master... his old man is in Beijing. Okay? The apprentice is not filial, and I have not been filial these years."
"You are?" Twelve leaves blinked some cloudy eyes, looked at the principal and asked doubtfully.
Qiye sighed, and said from the side: "Thirteen's big apprentice, you had the best relationship with Twelve back then, so he came to ask you."
Twelve Ye was shocked and said: "Hu Jinlin? Are you still alive? I thought you were dead." The old shopkeeper suddenly realized that there were court officials around him, and there was something wrong with what he said, so he quickly stopped talking.
Hu Jinlin was ashamed, bowed his head and refused to speak.
Twelve leaves sighed: "Miss said back then that it's better to be alive than to be dead. We old bones are lingering, so how dare we blame you... but you asked Thirteen... Sigh." The shopkeeper shook his head and said: "I have already gone a few years ago. Twenty-three people came to Beijing, and now there are only fifteen left."
When Hu Jinlin heard that his teacher had gone, he completely forgot that he was also going to die soon, and his face was filled with grief. Fan Xian listened quietly at the side, feeling some strange emotions in his heart. The old people of the Ye family were gradually blown away by the rain and wind. When he first entered the capital, there were twenty-three shopkeepers and seventeen others. In less time, two more died.
Looking at the materials piled up around the workshop, he suddenly lost his mind, thinking that time is flowing like water, when will he be able to restore the name of the Ye family, when will he let the damned person die, Let the people who deserve to live live in the hearts of the people of Qing Kingdom again
In just a short time, he had already come to his senses, looked at the head of Bingfang in front of him, and said mockingly: "Although I don't know if you are acting, or you really still have old feelings, but I didn't intend to kill you, so Don't think that you survived because of my soft heart."
"Ah?" Hu Jinlin, who thought he was going to die, didn't have the slightest idea of luck after the tragic death of the two principal partners. When he heard this sentence suddenly, he was shocked and didn't know what to say.
Fan Xian said expressionlessly: "The guilty will be executed, and the lesser will be redeemed. I'm not here to settle old grievances."