"The property of my four major families was all worked out with my own hands! Why should I donate it?!" Ouyang Hao yelled at the side.
"that is!"
"It's all our own money!" The other two Patriarchs also echoed!
Dongfang Jing sneered, and asked back, "You all seem to be very reasonable! But don't forget, how did your four Lingdong families get rich?!"
How did the four Lingdong families make their fortunes
A hundred years ago, the four families in Lingdong were just a part of Mang Mountain, and the bandits who occupied the mountain as king, robbed and robbed women everywhere for a living! After several generations, the family grew stronger, and they disliked the barrenness of the top of Mang Mountain, so they moved to the east of Lingdong with a hundred or so relatives. After a few years of breeding in Lingdong, they formed four major families with hundreds of descendants!
To put it bluntly, they made their fortunes by relying on ill-gotten gains, and what they searched for was the fat and anointing of the people!
When Dongfang Jing mentioned the matter of making a fortune, the four masters all stared wide-eyed, with expressions of disbelief!
"You... how could you know?!"
Dongfang Jing sneered, but did not answer. How could she not know
As early as six years ago, there was a piece of Lingdong, and His Majesty handed it over to Dongfang Si to take care of it. The copywriting files at that time were all sorted out by Dongfang Jing herself. Although those files later disappeared with Dongfang Si's death, they have already been deeply embedded in Dongfang Jing's mind.
"The four families in Lingdong have tried every means to hide it, but they still can't hide it!" Dongfang Jing raised her eyebrows, "Has the old Patriarch heard a word?"
"What?" Ximen Guihai frowned.
"Take it from the people, and use it to the people." Dongfang Jing opened her thin lips, and slowly spit out eight words, "Only if you do it, you Lingdong four families can continue to stay in Lingdong with peace of mind!"
"No!" Ouyang Hao on the side shook his head again and again, "We have more than a thousand descendants from the four Lingdong families, plus 20,000 troops! We have so many people to support. Although we are rich in the past few years, what if we have a few more years? , the family is in decline, can the old emperor spit out our money to help us?! Pooh! Certainly not!"
"Exactly! If you put it nicely, it's donation, but if you put it badly, it's robbery!"
"That's it! That's it!"
The four of them joined forces.
Dongfang Jing's eyes moved, and she had already thought of a solution to this matter in her heart, but after thinking about it, Shen Niangniang is now in trouble, and she can't say this solution so quickly.
Zongzheng Fusu glanced lightly at the four people kneeling on the ground, and shouted coldly at the surrounding soldiers, "Put it down!"
Lan Hou Mansion.
There is an elegiac couplet hanging at the gate of the house, most of which are written in honor of the deceased wife and mother.
In the center of the front hall, there are two coffins.
Lan Ye and Lan Qingyao, dressed in mourning, knelt on both sides, covering their faces and weeping bitterly.
On the day Zhongli Yuyan returned to Beijing, Madam Lan fell from the palace wall and fell to the ground to her death. After that, Mrs. Lan was also frightened, and evil spirits entered her body, hurting her roots, and she passed away within two days!
Within two days, to Lan Hou, the two most important women left him one after another!
Yu Chimo entered the study with his attendants, supported Lan Hou who had been aged all night, and greeted, "Uncle, you can't come back from death, you have to cheer up! Don't forget, who made the Lan family look like this!"
Lan Hou clenched his hands into fists by his side, his pale knuckles creaking.
"Yuchizhen! Shen Zhaoyu!" His eyes were as cold as an arrow, "I will definitely want you two to die!"