Take the warehouse back to the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 162 The Death of Fan Zheng
"Hehe!" Fan Zheng looked at Fan Yongdou and laughed contemptuously.

Fan Yongdou slammed his crutches on the ground and cursed angrily, "I should have killed you and your father, that beast!"

"What did you say? How did my father die? Tell me?" Fan Zheng went crazy when he heard Fan Yongdou's words. His eyes widened and he looked at Fan Yongdou angrily.

Fan Yongdou snorted coldly, and said: "Hehe, you are going to die anyway, and you are not afraid of knowing some things.

At the beginning, my father managed to establish contact with the grassland, but your father found out.Your father was originally a concubine who gave birth to a son, who knew that after studying for a few days, he became worried about the country and the people.

Your dad ran to my dad and said a bunch of useless bullshit trying to get us to drop the idea.Hehe, your father is getting more and more naive when he reads.

At that time, in the whole of Nine Borders, was there any place that did not smuggle supplies and food into the grassland?How can you make money without smuggling?

How could we listen to your father's nonsense.When your father saw that he couldn't stop us, he secretly went to report on us.If the governor of Datong was not one of us at that time, maybe your father would have successfully reported him. "

"Then you killed my father?" Fan Zheng looked at Fan Yongdou angrily, trembling all over.

"That's right, who told your father to stop us from getting rich? If your father didn't stop us from getting rich, maybe he could use money to pile your father into the position of the chief minister of the cabinet. Unfortunately, who told your father to be ignorant of current affairs? ? If it wasn't because of your talent in business, you would have died a long time ago just like your father." Fan Yongdou looked at Fan Zheng with disdain, and said sarcastically.

"You, you..." Fan Zheng pointed at Fan Yongdou, he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Take it down and keep it under strict supervision!" Fan Yongdou waved lightly at the person who was escorting Fan Zheng like he was swatting a fly.

……

As night fell, Fan Yongdou looked at his son and said slowly: "Go and kill Fan Zheng, that rebellious boy, he knows that our family has too many things."

"Yes!" Fan Hua cupped his hands at Fan Yongdougong, and then walked away as if outside.

Fan Yongdou looked at Fan Hua's back and shouted: "From now on, you will be the treasurer of the Fan family. Ting'er will let him take the imperial examination at ease."

Ting'er is the grandson of Fan Yongdou, the son of Fan Hua, named Fan Yuting, although he has just won the crown this year, he has won the honor of a scholar.

Fan Hua stopped, turned around, and said excitedly, "Thank you father for your kindness!"

Fan Zheng was locked in the woodshed in the backyard. He looked at the moonlight outside the window and sighed continuously.

He really couldn't understand that his father was murdered to death, and the murderer who killed him was the current Patriarch Fan Yongdou.

He really regretted it very much. Over the years, he didn't know how much money he had made for the Fan family, but he never thought that he would actually make money for his enemy.

The moonlight in the sky was very bright, and the moonlight cast through the window frame and shone in the woodshed. Fan Zheng was lying on the firewood, watching the moonlight quietly.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed outside the window.

Fan Zheng hurriedly stood up, leaned against the wall, and looked out through the gap in the door with a vigilant expression.

"Father, father, it's me, Fan Yutian!" A deep voice sounded.

Fan Zheng threw himself through the gap in the gate and looked out.

Sure enough, it was his son who came.

"Why are you here? Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't leave, you won't be able to leave." Fan Zheng shouted hastily.

After all, this is not a military camp, and the discipline is incomparable. When those people stuffed Fan Zheng into the woodshed, they took the reward money and ran out to drink.That's why Fan Yutian was able to come in.

Fan Yutian said in a low voice: "Father, I was studying at home today, and suddenly I heard a servant at home say that you have been locked up by the patriarch, what is going on?"

"Don't worry about it, you leave quickly. By the way, you hurry to Longmen Fort and tell Master Zhao Wen that Fan Yongdou has joined Huang Taiji, and they have stolen the defense map of Xifengkou and given it to Huang Taiji .” Fan Zheng hastily tore off a piece of jade pendant from his body, and stuffed it out through the gap in the gate.

"Father, what's going on?" Fan Yutian held the jade pendant tightly in his hand like a nerd, and kept asking.

Fan Zheng let out a long sigh and said, "I know something I shouldn't know. Now that old bastard Fan Yongdou is going to kill me, you should leave quickly. Otherwise, you won't live."

"What? The Patriarch wants to kill you? Is it true?" Fan Yutian still had a look of disbelief. "I'm going to ask the Patriarch to intercede, hoping to let him spare my father."

"It's useless. If you go, you will be arrested by him. Before he thinks about it, run away." Fan Zheng looked at Fan Yutian with a bookish face, feeling extremely anxious.

"Since it's useless to ask the Patriarch, I'll rescue my father." Fan Yutian said as he picked up a brick from the ground and threw it at the lock on the gate.

But after smashing it several times, the big lock hanging on the door still didn't respond at all.

"Father, I can't break this lock, what should I do?" Fan Yutian cried as he looked at the intact lock.

"Cry, cry, cry, I've known crying since I was a child. You hurry up and leave, if you don't leave, I won't have your son." Fan Zheng looked at the crying Fan Yutian, and a look of unbearable flashed in his eyes. It's useless for Zhao Fanyongdou, an old fellow, to plead for mercy.

Others don't know what Fan Yongdou is, but he himself knows it very well.

This is a person who puts interests and his own face above anything else. To him, killing people is as simple as eating and drinking.

Today, Fan Zhengtang scolded Fan Yongdou, which offended Fan Yongdou to death. According to Fan Yongdou's temper, Fan Zheng must not be let go.

Today's Fan Zheng is only worried about his son, Fan Yutian.

Fan Yutian lost his mother when he was young, and his personality was originally introverted. In addition, he only held sage books since he was a child. How did he experience such a thing?If he was caught by Fan Yongdou, he would definitely die.

"Go away quickly, do you hear me?" Fan Zheng pointed at Fan Yutian and sternly cursed.

Fan Yutian looked at Fan Zheng with a stern face, wiped away his tears, took the jade pendant that Fan Zheng gave him, and rushed outside.

Fan Zheng looked at Fan Yutian who was leaving, and sighed, "Oh, don't blame the father, there is nothing you can do about it."

Fan Zheng looked at Fan Yutian who had disappeared, and leaned directly on the door panel, looking weakly at the moon outside the window frame.

"Hehe, isn't this the shopkeeper Fan Da's? Why are you in this state?" Fan Hua looked at Fan Zheng from the window frame with a playful face.

A few quarters of an hour later, Fan Hua led a group of people to the woodshed.

Fan Zheng glanced at Fan Hua contemptuously, and said coldly, "Did that old man ask you to kill me?"

Fan Hua said: "What old thing? That's the head of the house, your uncle. You are so rude when you talk."

"Politeness? I'm about to die, what more politeness do I need?" Fan Zheng jokingly said.

"Since you want to die, I can only help you."

Fan Hua smiled contemptuously, then opened the door of the woodshed, and led several servants in.

After a while, Fan Hua came out again. He looked at the moon in the sky, and said to the servant next to him, "Get him out of Xuan Town, and bury him anywhere."

"Hey, I forgot to have this dog's son. You, follow me." Fan Hua pointed to a servant and said in a deep voice.

At the same time, a carriage was speeding along the official road outside Xuan Town.Fan Yutian sat on the shaft of the carriage, whipping the horses that pulled the carriage.

"Damn it, I'm late, let this little bastard run away." Fan Hua walked out of Fan Zheng's house and said with a depressed face.

……

In the afternoon of the next day, Zhao Wen was checking the training of soldiers in the school grounds.

"My lord, someone is coming!" Li Xiaosan hurried over from a distance and shouted at Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen turned around and looked at Li Xiaosan, "Who is here? It's frizzy."

"My lord, he is a young man. He said he was Fan Zheng's son, and he had a big business with you. He gave me this." Li Xiaosan took out the jade pendant Fan Yutian gave him as he spoke.

Zhao Wen took the jade pendant from Li Xiaosan's hand, and after just one glance, he recognized that this jade pendant was often worn by Fan Zheng.

"Bring him here and see what he came to me for." Zhao Wen returned the jade pendant to Li Xiaosan.

"Yes!"

After a while, Li Xiaosan led a young man in his early 20s over.This young man looks exactly like Fan Zheng.

The young man was wearing a gray gown that was covered in dust, and he seemed to have come in a hurry.

The young man seemed to have cried, and his face was covered with tears.

Zhao Wen looked at him and asked, "Are you the son of shopkeeper Fan? Why did you come to me? Why didn't he come?"

"My lord, my father might, might be dead." Fan Yutian plopped and knelt down in front of Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen was startled, and hurriedly helped him up, "What happened to shopkeeper Fan? Get up quickly, why is he dead?"

Fan Yutian was helped up by Zhao Wen. He wiped away the tears on his face and said slowly: "My father asked me to tell my lord that Fan Yongdou, the Patriarch of the Fan family, had cheated on Jiannu and stole the defense map at the entrance of Xifeng. Come out and give it to Huang Taiji."

"What? What did you say? Is what you said true?" Zhao Wen was taken aback.

"It's true. After my father found out, he was imprisoned by that old fellow Fan Yongdou for some unknown reason. It's probably gone now."

Fan Yutian said with a sad face.

Looking at Fan Yutian's appearance, Zhao Wen didn't seem to be fake, so he believed him immediately.

"Little San, take Mr. Fan to take a hot bath, and then lead him to have a full meal."

Zhao Wen said to Li Xiaosan in a deep voice, and then walked towards the Garrison Mansion.

In the front yard of the garrison mansion, there is a house that is not too big or small. This house is the place where Liu Wenzhong works every day.

Zhao Wen looked at Liu Wenzhong who was sitting in the house dealing with business, and directly pushed the door open.

"My lord, what's the matter?" Liu Wenzhong hurriedly put down the brush in his hand, stood up, and looked at Zhao Wen with a puzzled expression.

Zhao Wen looked at Liu Wenzhong, and slowly said what Fan Yutian said just now.

"Damn it, these merchants are nothing. When Sarhu failed, it was the merchants from Liaodong who led the way, and now it is the Shanxi merchants who lead the way. These damn things."

Liu Wenzhong slapped the table and said angrily.

"Now is not the place to be angry. The most urgent thing is how to solve this problem?" Zhao Wen looked at the angry Liu Wenzhong and asked slowly.

Liu Wenzhong came out of the room and walked slowly back and forth in the yard.

After a while, he looked at Zhao Wen who was leaning against the door, and said in a deep voice, "My lord, we can only endure this."

"Hold on? These bastards, how can you let me endure?" Zhao Wen became furious when he mentioned Shanxi merchants betraying the country.

Thinking of the time when the later Han people were enslaved for hundreds of years and their clothes were cut off, Zhao Wen became very angry.

A land of China that has been known as the king since ancient times, has been turned into scrap iron by the so-called Qing Dynasty.

Especially Cixi's sentence, measuring the material strength of China and the country's favor, completely threw away the dignity of China for thousands of years.

Shanxi merchants were at least half responsible for the demise of the Ming Dynasty.

No matter how unbearable Daming was, he had never done anything to humiliate the country. No matter how stupid Emperor Chongzhen was, he would have dared to hang himself on Meishan.

From ancient times to the present, which dynasty can be as staunch as the Ming Dynasty?
Now Zhao Wen watched this traitorous thing happen under his nose, how could he bear it?Seeing that the Shanxi merchants were still useful, I didn't move them.Now, it is impossible to move them.

Liu Wenzhong looked at the dark-faced Zhao Wen, frowned and said, "My lord, even if we do it, it's not now.

Think about it, my lord, how powerful is Shanxi Merchants?Not only in the land of nine borders, even in the imperial court, there are many officials from the Shanxi merchant faction.At this time, mobilizing Shanxi merchants is tantamount to stabbing a hornet's nest.

If the adults want to move them, in my opinion, it should be when Huang Taiji breaks through the entrance of Xifeng and wreaks havoc on the land of Gyeonggi.

At that time, we will tell the emperor the news.I believe that the emperor who knows the news will definitely not spare the Shanxi merchants easily.At that time, no matter how powerful Shanxi merchants are, it will not help. "

"Yeah, when the time comes to tell the emperor this news, it will not only vent a bad breath, but also uproot the entire Shanxi merchants, and even completely nail them to the pillar of shame. Even if there are officials from the Shanxi merchant faction who are dissatisfied , but it’s not on my head, after all, I have listened to the emperor’s imperial decree. Maybe these officials will be dismissed by Chongzhen.” Zhao Wen slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.

The Chongzhen Emperor in history was famous for his bitterness and cold temper during the nearly 300 years of the Ming Dynasty. I don’t know how many ministers died in his hands.

Although Chongzhen said he was bitter and cold-tempered, he was capable.Although the ability to govern the country is not very good, playing courtiers is not inferior to his ancestors.

If Chongzhen's wanton massacre of ministers was placed on other emperors, he might have drowned or died suddenly after eating red pills, but Chongzhen lived well.This is still the result of the factory guard being grounded. If the factory guard hadn't been grounded, maybe the Ming Dynasty in history would not have died so early.

It has to be said that Chongzhen is really good at playing tricks on courtiers.

(End of this chapter)