"The people we sent to meet the people went to the border of Chazhou, and the horse-drawn carriage of Hezhou had already arrived. They were chased by the Hezhou Yamen and dared not stop on the road. The carriage overturned on the old horse road outside the city of Chazhou and fell into the river ditch." Jin Yiwei hesitated a little, then said, "It fell to pieces... no one survived."
The guards in the courtyard were silent and only heard the sound of running water. The bamboo tube was knocked on the rock, and the newly replaced pool water washed the stone surface and washed the remaining moss into black.
Fei Sheng's heart sank, and he immediately looked at Shen Zechuan.
Shen Zechuan looked calm, stood under the eaves for a moment, and said, "Why does the Hezhou Yamen chase the carriage?"
"When they passed the checkpoint, they revealed their deeds and lied that they were relatives of the Yan family," Jin Yiwei said. When they are absconding in fear of crime."
What a coincidence this is, as if even God is preventing the commander from reaching Zhongbo.
Fei Sheng didn't believe this coincidence, and Qiao Tianya didn't believe it. The people who were sent to greet him this time were all elites. They said that the carriage turned over, that is, it really turned over. .
Interesting.
Before Jin Yiwei could answer, Shen Zechuan had already predicted that Master Yideng was in danger, otherwise they could solve it on their own instead of reporting it to Shen Zechuan. If Yan Heru regarded the master as a card, he would throw it too eagerly this time, so eager that Shen Zechuan had a hard time believing that he would really hand over the master from the very beginning.
How did Yan get the courage
Shen Zechuan put up his folding fan and didn't let Qiao Tianya speak. He glanced at the side hall and said, "It's so late, go get ready."
With a solemn expression on Qiao Tianya's face, he stepped back.
* * *
When Shen Zechuan picked up the curtain to go in, Yao Wenyu had already gone out, and Yan Heru was playing with his golden abacus on his feet. He couldn't do mental arithmetic, but the abacus was quite powerful. The "crackling" sound of the abacus made the numbers in his heart not mess up.
"What happened to Master Yideng?" Yan Heru pushed aside the last bead, leaned over when Shen Zechuan sat down, and said to Shen Zechuan across the table, "I hear something moving."
There was no one to serve in this room, so Shen Zechuan poured a cup of hot tea by himself, and said cherishly among the sweet tea, "Turn it over."
Yan Heru said with a "huh" and said, "Why did you turn it over! Is the master okay? I ordered it a thousand times, and I specially sent a good hand from the family to follow."
Shen Zechuan didn't drink tea, but pulled the empty porcelain saucer over the table and poured the tea into it, as if he was rinsing a cup. He shook his head lightly and said, "It was said that the Hezhou Yamen was chasing after him. The carriage panicked and fell into the ditch. Everyone in the carriage was killed on the spot. It's a pity that I'll be waiting for the master to continue my life this year."
Yan Heru changed color slightly and said, "Master is gone?"
Shen Zechuan pressed the scalded empty cup between his fingers, raised his eyes and stared at Yan Heru, and repeated, "Master is gone."
Yan Heru's eyes had no turbulence at first, but Shen Zechuan looked at him, and he gradually showed his doubts, and said tentatively, "...Man, I can hand it over."
Shen Zechuan's fingertips loosened slightly, the empty cup fell on the table, rolled a few times, and slammed against Yan Heru's golden abacus. The lights in the house were all at the back, slightly blocked by the hanging bamboo curtains. Shen Zechuan didn't speak for a long time, and looked at Yan Heru with great interest. There was no trace of concealment on this face. Based on this alone, Yan Heru was stronger than Xi Hongxuan.
Shen Zechuan laughed when he thought of this. He lowered his folding fan, propped it on the table, and said, "How can I blame you for disasters falling from the sky?"
Shen Zechuan didn't get angry, but Yan Heru couldn't figure out what the mansion was thinking. But he knew a little about Shen Zechuan in the past six months, and knew that he couldn't be in a hurry at this moment, Shen Zechuan would be the most aggressive, as long as he relaxed a little, the mansion might change his face.
"Fujun's great power is a person who is a lord," Yan Heru said, "I have seen so-called heroic heroes elsewhere, and none of them can compare to the lord's wealth. Now that the master is gone, what can we do? I see. Mr. Yuan Zhuo's illness is getting worse and he needs to be treated."
"Doctors are easy to find, but genius doctors are hard to find." Shen Zechuan seemed curious, "How did you find the master?"
"Hezhou," Yan Heru's expression softened, "Fujun does not know, this Hezhou is the master's layman's place. Ever since I knew that the second master was looking for the master, I have sent people to watch, who knows. The master really went back. It’s a pity that I didn’t catch up. If I had come a few days earlier, the master would have been in Duanzhou by now.”
"The sky doesn't go according to people's wishes," Shen Zechuan said, "there's nothing I can do."
"But I know that there are several old doctors in Juexi, all of whom are masters of Xinglin, who used to treat Master Guangcheng," Yan Heru lifted the empty cup, "No less famous than the master, and he is quite famous in Thirteen Cities. , many dignitaries are begging to see a doctor. If the mansion wants to see you, I will bring it to you next time I come back?"
Shen Zechuan actually picked up the teapot and poured tea for Yan Heru. He said, "Is there a lot of consultation fees?"
"If tens of thousands of taels of silver can make the mansion happy, then it's not a problem." Yan Heru saw that the tea was almost overflowing, so he raised his hand to block it and said, "I'm happy to spend money to honor the mansion. "
I don't know where the night wind leaked, which wrinkled the tea noodles.
With this posture, Yan Heru said softly, "I heard that Xi Er set up a bureau in Yedu and wanted to besiege the mansion, but ended up committing suicide in front of him. Tsk tsk tsk, blood was all over the floor, too damn."
Shen Zechuan didn't put down the teapot, and said with a smile: "If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself. I can't stop it."
"But I see," Yan Heru said, "Fujun isn't a decent gentleman..." He stretched his voice and giggled, "I'm acquaintances with the Jinyiwei in the mansion, man, why are you still calling me? People surround me?"
The candles in the house flickered violently, the courtyard was quiet, and the guards seemed to have disappeared.
Yan Heru retracted his hand and was not afraid, and said, "I haven't learned kung fu, and I can't even embroider my legs. The lord wants to kill me, so why bother? Yangshanxue came out of its sheath and gave me a knife on the spot." He said. When I got here, I patted my thigh, and then I remembered, "I forgot, the mansion can't hold a knife now, no wonder the second master has to do everything possible to find a lamp and die in a hurry."
This little bastard.
Fei Sheng, who was lying on the roof, spat silently.
"I'm not willing to kill you," Shen Zechuan put down the teapot, "You still rely on you to supply the military rations after Qidong in April, and you are also responsible for the Liuzhou port. Without you, who will do things for me?"
"I think Fu-Jun is also reluctant to kill me," Yan Heru tapped the chair handle deftly with his fingers, and tilted his legs, "I can't help it, I was so ruthless a while ago, but now it's alright, half of your net worth is on the line. But I can tell the truth to Fujun, okay? I can't bear to turn against Fujun. Where can I go to find such a good-looking and smart master as Fujun? I'm really surprised about Yideng. If the mansion is willing, can I give Mr. Yuan Zhuo a hundred thousand dollars as an apology? A happy life is the most important thing, and when you are happy, life is interesting."
The atmosphere in this room was about to ease, but Shen Zechuan changed his words and said, "Master Yideng died long ago."
Yan He Ru looked at Shen Zechuan suddenly, and smiled: "That can't be..."
"If he didn't die, how could you throw it to me so easily?" Shen Zechuan raised his fingers and rubbed the folding fan, and said slowly in his thoughts, "What is the granary of the Eight Cities? It's impossible to say what happened." Shen Zechuan looked at him with affectionate eyes, "Ce'an has worked hard to find the master, and when he really finds some traces and finds that the master died in your hands, that's the king of heaven. It's no use asking me for mercy, so you have to get rid of this hot potato as soon as possible."
Yan He did this to ask for guilt, what guilt? The sin of the granary of the eight cities. Qi Du found Dan City, Xue Yanqing temporarily won the game, Yan Heru knew that he would definitely be captured by the court, so at this moment, he wanted to show the appearance of handing over Master Yideng and give Hezhou Yamen a poor man. Chasing the opportunity, so that the carriage can turn over logically.
Yan Heru was unwilling to throw this card, but he had no best way to go. He was indeed the master found in Hezhou, and he had imprisoned the master in the mansion since the beginning of the year. Unexpectedly, the master really died! This handle that could threaten Shen Zechuan instantly became the scourge of Yan Heru's death. Once Xiao Chiye found a trace, he would not even have a chance to deal with it.
"You're so smart," Yan Heru never complimented him, and he squeezed his abacus, "but since Fu-Jun is willing to sit here and talk to me, he is willing to open up. The prefecture cannot afford the year-round military rations for the north and south battlefields, and the prefect still wants to restore the livelihood of the people in the six states... I am different from Xi Hongxuan, the prefect cannot do anything without me."
"You are different from Xi Hongxuan, why do you compare with him?" Shen Zechuan thought Yan He was interesting, "You are extravagant in your work, wearing gold and silver, embroidering copper coins and ingots on your robes, and wearing a gold abacus around your neck, I can't wait to tell you. You love money all over the world, but do you really love money?"
Xi Hongxuan also likes to put on stage, but it is far from this point. Compared with Yan Heru, Xi Hongxuan is more like the attention of the children of aristocratic families. Judging from the savings of their two treasuries, Xi Hongxuan can even be regarded as a good and thrifty son. But Yan Heru was the exact opposite. All the business he did was to invest money first. Rather than wanting money, it was better to say that he was obsessed with the process of earning money.
The huge profits of food in Chazhou, the Yan family suddenly rose, and Yan Heru expanded the small exchange market in Dunzhou, and then cooperated with the family to sell official property. He followed Shen Zechuan. This is a good opportunity to wash hands with gold. The business in the past is not good. If you want to wash yourself, as long as you honestly supply military rations and salaries to the north and south battlefields, from time to time, come to the palace to ask for peace, and wait until the war is over. After the fight, Shen Zechuan really went up. For the credit of supplying military rations, no one could easily move him. When the time comes, he will be transformed, and he will be a hero.
But Yan Heru refused.
It was because of this restlessness in his bones that he was bold enough to think of such things as building a new port.
It's not that this kid is not smart, but just like his name, he is a prodigy, and he is too smart, so smart that he can play all kinds of tricks thoroughly. Isn't the Eight Great Families still being played around by him? Now he's still picking up money behind his ass. No matter what kind of powerful official you are, he is not afraid at all.
Yan Heru hugged the golden abacus, curled up on the chair, dimpled and couldn't stop laughing. After laughing, he sighed and said, "Fu Jun, what are you doing to be a lord? You are doing business, then I won't be lonely anymore."
Shen Zechuan also sighed and said, "I didn't give birth to a good time."
Yan Heru tilted his head and said innocently: "I didn't have a good time either. If I was born 20 years earlier, what would happen to Xi Hongxuan? Fatty is so stupid, and the top card of the Xi family was played by him. Sloppy." He raised his chin a little arrogantly, "I see that they exchanged the emperors, and it's my turn, I want to change a few to play with."
Seeing that Shen Zechuan didn't have any killing intent, Yan Heru took a sip of tea, and after moistening his throat, he continued, "Well, I admire Fu Jun so much, but we always have a little bit of it... not the same. You know my mother Is it? He was born as a fisherwoman in Hezhou. She couldn’t get enough food at home, and she had to raise waste brothers for her parents. My mother was beaten and scolded, so she jumped into the water and ran away. She disguised herself as a man and followed the boat for more than ten years. I expanded the initial tea business with the brothers who worshipped the master. Everyone is a familyless person, and after a discussion, they are all surnamed Yan. How good, if you have money in your hand, you can do whatever you want." He laughed again, "Other's family is a concubine, my mother is a picker, she loves good-looking men in Hezhou, and my father is the most handsome one. But my mother died early, and my father became Uncle Yan and also did business. , but he was timid, afraid of everything, and he didn't even dare to lift his head when he saw the shopkeeper of the Xi family."
Yan Heru is literate and has read the book of sages, but the benevolence, righteousness and morality taught there are not close to him. Don't those who speak benevolence and righteousness die early? In the days that followed, he became more and more certain of one thing, that it didn't matter how long he lived, as long as he was happy.
He seemed to be afraid of everyone, and shivered as soon as the knife was in front of him, but the business he did was a business that people who really had a knife might not dare to do.
What kind of money does Zhongbo make? Yan Heru knew it too well. He saw the refugees everywhere when the carriage was crossing the border, and he was pitiful to death, but what did this have to do with him? He was just playing in this chaotic world. If someone really starved to death, he couldn't find him, and there were too many people standing in front of him.
What's wrong with him
Yan Heru was lying on the edge of the table and repeatedly asked Shen Zechuan: "What's wrong with me? The defeat of Zhongbo is none of my business, that's Shen Wei's fault. Let's sell the food, I won't do it, others will do it, instead of letting others If the money is wasted, why don't I use it to build a mutual market, the money has to be moved, it's the most boring to hide it in the silver vault like Xi's."
Shen Zechuan wanted to kill him, so he hid Master Big Lamp, is it wrong? It's just that the master didn't hold back.
Yan Heru said: "According to the fate of the master, I will not take him in. He will die when he is old, or will he die in the wilderness."
Yan Heru is too young. He is as innocent as he looks in some places. It's not that he has no one to teach him, but the people who teach him are not as smart as him. He called Cai Yu Grandpa, and Cai Yu was a bandit from Chazhou, but Cai Yu also preached morality in his early years, and generously donated money to the elderly and weak women and children in the territory, and finally followed Yan Heru to do the ignorant business.
"Everyone in this world loves to talk about morality, but it's just talk." Yan Heru jumped out of the chair, still holding an abacus, "For profit, money is spent, you can spend everything, I do I don't care about that, because I make more money and I can't play without a business."
The room was a little quiet, and Yan Heru felt that Shen Zechuan was too silent. He thought about it and said to Shen Zechuan, "As for Master Yideng, since the mansion wants to settle the account, there is nothing I can do. I'm one move short of chess, so I'm naturally willing to make up for it. You can see what herbs the manor needs, just speak up. Qidong I will continue to deliver this year's rations, shall we reveal this?"
Shen Zechuan looked at him and said, "Go back."
Yan Heru stayed in place for a moment, as if to explain it to Shen Zechuan, and said again: "Liuzhou's port is at a critical point, Fujun, I will visit again the day after tomorrow and show you the regulations."
Shen Zechuan didn't say a word.
The candles in the room were dim, and Yan Heru was a little scared for no reason. This is different from what he was afraid of in the past, it seeped into the cracks of the bones, and it was cool. He knew who Shen Zechuan was, and Shen Zechuan would not kill him—no smart person would do that, he had the confidence.
Yan Heru took a few steps back, reached the door, smiled at Shen Zechuan, turned and lifted the curtain and went out. A maid was waiting under the eaves with a lamp, Yan Heru looked at the lamp, it was pale and pale, and he panicked.
The candles in the house were extinguished, and the courtyard was silent.
Yan Heru didn't let the maid send it, he grabbed the lantern and walked down the corridor, walking faster and faster, as if being chased by something, and finally ran wild. He gasped and ran desperately, at this moment he had to admit that he was still afraid of death!
"Qidong 800,000, silver I, I have..." Yan Heru heard footsteps landing behind him, he turned his head in a panic, and saw nothing, but he cried, like a little boy who broke a vase Boy, feel wronged by that trivial mistake, he shouted, "Shen Zechuan!"
Shen Zechuan sat in the chair and poured out the tea that Yan Heru had not finished drinking, just like the cup he poured on Xi Hongxuan.
The tea leaves were dried on the Shushu quickly.