Start with detective Li Yuanfang

Chapter 1212 The idea was clear and inflated, and then I met a phoenix girl who read history books
"Why are you still cleaning up?"

Zhao Wenhua returned to the inner house in a hurry, saw the servants coming to carry them, and the servant girl counted the belongings, and immediately frowned: "Didn't I tell you to get on the road quickly, what are you delaying!"

His wife came up to welcome him: "Master is too urgent, the shop in the capital has been sold at a low price, and if there is no money left at home, how will we live when we return to Zhejiang?"

Zhao Wenhua was furious: "You money-grubbing woman, you are really stupid! Is money more important or life more important? When we arrive in the south of the Yangtze River, will we be short of your expenses at home?"

He is from Cicheng Town, Zhejiang Province, and the Zhao family is also a gentry family in the local area, with quite a foundation. Therefore, after confirming that the turmoil of the Yan Party has passed this time safely, he is going to arrange for his wife, concubine and children to escape and hide back to his hometown first.

This is really a bit of a guilty conscience, but Zhao Wenhua is very clear about the methods of Yan's father and son. Whether it is the arrogant and domineering Yan Shifan, or the old and meek Yan Song, they are all first-class and vicious. If you play tricks behind your back, the whole family will have a miserable end.

After hearing the scolding, the wife was unwilling, and ordered the servants to speed up, while Zhao Wenhua paced back and forth, his brows full of anxiety.

It's so hard to die, the confidant servant came to report: "Master, Mao Haifeng has retired from the guest room, and he can't find it anywhere. I'm afraid he has left the capital..."

Zhao Wenhua clenched his fists: "Damn it, these thieves are running so fast!"

The Japanese pirates who slandered Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen this time were provided by Wang Zhi. Since the incident failed, Zhao Wenhua also wanted to drag down the group of pirates who wanted to be recruited. Unexpectedly, the other party was more insightful than his wife, and found that the situation was not good. Wonderful, run away immediately.

Fortunately, there was good news, and soon another confidant came to report and sent a letter from his hometown.

Zhao Wenhua unfolded and scanned the front roughly. When he saw the second half, his eyes widened. He was surprised and delighted: "The property of the family has reached 15 mu?"

He was a Jinshi in the eighth year of Jiajing, and later he was appointed as the head of the Ministry of Punishment, and he recognized Yan Song as his adoptive father. During these years, most of them were officials in the center, and they only exchanged letters about the situation in their hometown. family business.

But when you think about it, it's not surprising.

He became the adopted son of the first assistant, and his power spread to the sky, which naturally attracted people from the surrounding villages to follow suit. Among other things, those who donated land would flock to him.

The so-called dedication is to donate land to the emperor's relatives, noble officials and gentry for free. It sounds unbelievable at first glance, but in fact this behavior is not something that the low-level common people can do. The fields are dedicated to dignitaries.

As for the reason, it is natural to use the benefits of these gentry classes to avoid taxation and corvee. Not to mention, in the 24th year of Jiajing, the Ming court issued the rules for preferential exemptions, which specifically determined the preferential exemption quotas for scholars at all levels: "Beijing official first-class Thirty shi for premium exempted rations and [-] dong for each person, and the following ones will be reduced to [-] shi for premium exempted rations and [-] dong for each person for the ninth grade; half for foreign officials; ; Zhishiyou free seven tenths of this product..."

It seems that the proportion is not high, but in practice, it is far more than this share, which naturally attracts small and medium-sized landlords. There are policies and there are countermeasures. Contributors and recipients can use pawns to cover up the fact of illegal donations.

This is still the choice of the small and medium landlords. As for the poorer people, they are not qualified to contribute. Their rich families want the land, and the method is even more despicable. Often, when natural disasters and man-made disasters occur, they are forced to sell their land at a low price. A tenant serf.

In this way, there will be more and more fields, more and more land, and there will be Jiangnan gentry with great ability to keep warm.

Zhao Wenhua nodded with great satisfaction, and after reading the letter, he thought silently: "There are so many fields, and if they are converted into sacrificial fields and school fields, the foundation of the family will be stable. If you can still be a rich man in the countryside, even Yan and his son can do nothing!"

The preferential treatment of the imperial court is for scholars with fame, but there is a problem. If these famous people die, won't the family enjoy the treatment?

But for one thing, the imperial examinations in the Ming and Qing Dynasties adopted stereotyped essays, which were not as difficult as the Jinshi examinations in the Song Dynasty. The land will also be converted into sacrificial land or school land. These lands are tax-free, and even the house will not be confiscated.

In "Dream of Red Mansions", when Qin Keqing was about to die, he entrusted Wang Xifeng with a dream, and suggested that Jia's mansion should set up more farms, houses, and acres of land near the ancestral tombs in the heyday, so as to prepare for the sacrifices and supplies. It is also located here, so that even if they are defeated, their children and grandchildren will go home to study and work in agriculture, and there will be a way out.

However, although Wang Xifeng has management skills, his vision is not long-term after all. He did not listen to Qin Keqing's suggestion. If the party dares to make mistakes, the entire Jiangnan gentry will rise up to resist.

Thinking of this, his heart settled down, and he urged the stingy girl again, walking towards the house with ease.

But as soon as he entered the room, Zhao Wenhua's body trembled, and he felt a chill rushing towards his face.

I don't know when the lights went out, and under the reflection of the night, a figure could be vaguely seen sitting in the house.

Zhao Wenhua's reaction was not slow, and he was about to back away immediately, but he heard a familiar voice: "Where are you going?"

"Yan Shifan?"

Zhao Wenhua stopped in his tracks, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The figure in the darkness leaned forward, revealing a face full of evil spirits.

Zhao Wenhua looked at it, feeling extremely strange.

He had also seen Yan Shifan's ferocious face before, and even saw with his own eyes the bloody arrogance on his hands when he killed a servant at home...

But it didn't look like this. There was a gloomy air between the eyebrows, as if under the gloomy clouds, with the hissing of the cold wind, the gray snowflakes swirled and fell on the ground, bringing out a life-killing cold.

This feeling……

It doesn't look like a person anymore!

Zhao Wenhua was so frightened and frightened that he didn't have time to think about why the other party suddenly appeared in his room, he just forced a smile: "Brother Donglou, I don't know what's going on?"

There was a glint in Yan Shifan's eyes, and he said bluntly: "Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen are really trash, they let you still alive!"

Zhao Wenhua changed color: "Mr. Xiaoge, you... what are you talking about?"

Yan Shifan laughed, stood up, and strode forward: "Thanks to you, I am no longer an old man. Thanks to you, I know that a mere old man is not worth nostalgia for!"

Zhao Wenhua retreated again and again, still holding on to the last chance, he growled: "Yan Shifan, I am the official of the third rank, you dare to harm me directly?"

People of their status have never looked down on people who are angry and blood splattered five steps. What Zhao Wenhua is afraid of is also the tricks of Yan's father and son, and he will not think that the son of the dignified chief assistant will come like an assassin. kill yourself...

But in fact, this incredible thing happened.

Yan Shifan didn't say any more, he grabbed his neck with his hand, and lifted it high, and at the same time, an indescribable flame spread out from his palm and sank into Zhao Wenhua's body.

Zhao Wenhua raised his neck and opened his mouth angrily, but there was no sound. Instead, he heard countless screams, lingering in his ears.

Those are the officials who were stolen by him, the colleagues who were framed by him, and even the farmers whose fields were taken away by their family members...

Everyone first let out horrible screams, and then turned into little flames, surrounding them until they were completely enveloped.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact, the look in Zhao Wenhua's eyes dissipated in an instant, and he fell back, out of breath.

A dead soul rose from the corpse in a daze. For a long time, the dead man did not appear to take away the dead soul. It seemed that even the messengers of the nether world were afraid of the emptiness of the flame.

"Do you dare to kill officials ordered by the imperial court? Not to mention a mere third-rank official, even those more noble people, if they offend me, they will end up dead!"

Yan Shifan circled around Zhao Wenhua's body, laughed in satisfaction, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

Almost front and rear, a gust of wind blew by, Li Yan and Jiuye walked out, and came to Zhao Wenhua's body.

"Grass!"

Jiuye was shocked, and even said the mantra of the past: "This Yan Shifan can control the fire of karma, is it the ability bestowed by the devil?"

Li Yan sees it more thoroughly: "It's not manipulation, it's more like immunity. A person with severe karma like Yan Shifan should have burned himself to death when he came into contact with karma, but now he is able to take care of himself alone, and the creatures he comes into contact with , was devoured by the fire of karma..."

After Yan Shifan was possessed by the demon head, he developed the first ray of mana and officially stepped into the door of cultivation, but it was only the beginning. Under normal circumstances, it is difficult to fight with such a small amount of mana.

But now he has mastered a terrible shortcut, triggering the fire of karma, and then immune to himself, allowing the other party to suffer from the fire of karma. As long as the sinners are serious, they will die in an instant.

There is no doubt that this is the ability of the devil, and it is also a deterrent.

However, maybe the other party didn't face him directly, but got on Yan Shifan's body instead. In Li Yan's eyes, this devil is still at the level of being fierce and soft-hearted.

Of course, he didn't take it lightly, especially for the secular world. No one can tell what a perverse little Ge Lao will do if he has mana.

"Zhao Wenhua died under the fire of karma. He deserves to die, but he can't continue."

Li Yan pinched his fingers and counted, and the appearance of a senior official appeared, and he had an idea in mind, and arranged: "Yan Shifan will not stop, He Maocai is also in danger, you go and protect him."

Jiuye said: "Yes!"

Li Yan took care and said: "It is enough to save your life, and you don't need to pay attention to political struggles outside of Taoism."

If Yan Shifan hadn't been possessed by the devil, he would never have come forward in these political contests.

Zhao Wenhua's behavior is pure political gambling, and quite stupid.

If he won the bet, he would not have a chance to join the court. He was making wedding clothes for Xu Jie. If he lost the bet, his family would be ruined.

In the same way, He Maocai and Zheng Michang followed Zhao Wenhua, and they should be recognized as winners and losers.

Only Yan Shifan, who is now using the power of the devil to kill people, as a celestial master, can stop it.

Jiuye led away, and Li Yan's eyes fell on the distant figure, with a bit of curiosity, with his long sleeves behind him, he took the wind and followed him.

Yan Shifan was walking alone on the streets of the capital city, without the powerful slaves cheering and hugging him, but he was full of ideas and inflated.

"I really am a genius!"

In his mind, the image about the appearance of the devil not long ago has disappeared, and he thinks that he can step into the door of cultivation is entirely due to his outstanding talent, so he can't help but feel great pride: "If I practice early, the celestial master of Ming Dynasty should be I'll do it, where is Li Shizhen's place? Haha!"

After laughing, Yan Shifan was even more ecstatic to find out that the lost brother had returned.

The smell of rouge happened to be in the air. He walked aimlessly and came to a back door.

I saw a carriage and sedan chairs to pick up and drop off guests parked at the door, and a row of gorgeous lanterns stretched straight in from the courtyard door, illuminating the courtyard as if it were daytime. Yingying laughed.

Yan Shifan is no stranger to this kind of place. Although the fireworks woman is not qualified to be his concubine, she has also been a concubine.

It's just that for the extremely smart elder Xiao Ge, the tricks of the entertainment scene can't be hidden from his eyes, and he still prefers decent women to courteous people.

But at this time, he was in high spirits and full of desires on happy occasions, so he immediately walked towards the courtyard.

The young man who has been in a high position for a long time and commanding and domineering, let us greet him, and the young man with the most vicious eyes hastily greeted him, smiling all over his face: "This honored guest, do you have an invitation?"

"You dare to stop me?"

Yan Shifan stared at him with a gloomy glint in his eyes, and the servant was in a trance, and immediately led the way: "Please, sir! Please, sir!"

When he sat in the water pavilion, the people in the hall took it for granted, as if he should sit here. This feeling of manipulating people's hearts made Yan Shifan even more intoxicated. He poured a glass of wine and began to savor it.

At this time, the maids opened the windows to let in the soft moonlight. A group of musicians sat behind the veil holding pipas and flutes, and all around looked eagerly at the past.

There are even more discussions: "It's coming!" "I have heard for a long time that this woman is not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also dabbles in a lot of classics and history." It is thought-provoking!"

"Oh?"

Yan Shifan raised his eyebrows, a little curious.

Although he did not participate in the imperial examination, it does not mean that he has no knowledge. Tang history has a lot to say.

The point is that a prostitute doesn't learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but has a crush on history books, or his favorite "Zi Zhi Tong Jian"?
Seeing that the guests' interest was aroused, a graceful figure turned out from behind the veil, and a soft voice sounded:

"Little girl Qinfeng, I have met all the officials!"

(End of this chapter)