Lu Ming

Chapter 49
Seeing him in a state of confusion, the man in the chair laughed, stood up, and a few people filed out of the house, before leaving, he said: "Today is busy, and there are still a few houses to go, you are a lucky one. , and go home and realize it slowly. If you don't say it when you should say it that day, it will be a shame to kill you!"

Hu Zhengqi, who was holding the silver ingot tightly in his hand, was slumped on the mud floor at this moment, his mouth was stunned, as if in a dream, he couldn't understand it.
At the same time, in a private room of a casino in Hangzhou, Mingxiangju's man, Liu Wang, was kneeling on the ground sweating profusely, watching a silver ingot on the floor in front of him spinning around.A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman sat in front of him with the owner of the casino, and said to him with a smile: "Liu Wang, you are blessed, do this well, buy and sell the previous debt, and this ingot will also belong to you. ."

Liu Wang: "."

In the early morning of the next day, Liu Wang, a friend of Mingxiangju, came to work in the teahouse as usual. Today, he was extra diligent, boiling water and stoking fire, and was very busy.

Looking at the sky, it was almost morning. The shopkeeper shouted, and Liu Wang agreed. He went to the back hall and took down a set of Jingdezhen official kiln white porcelain tea sets from the cabinet.After that, the shopkeeper went up to the second floor with the tea set in person.

Liu Wang then opened a fine blue-and-white porcelain jar and started to do something he knew very well—preparing tea for Master Zhu.

Zhu Zheng, Master Zhu, was a clerk in the punishment room of the Renhe County Government.

For Liu Wang, the grass-roots man, Master Zhu is the first-class luxury person in the city of Hangzhou.In the early years, Mr. Zhu also went to the county government office to respond to errands. In recent years, he has stopped ordering mao. He comes to Mingxiang Restaurant on time every day to drink a pot of morning tea, use some snacks, and spend the morning time to send his apprentices, lawyers, and others. All kinds of people in the arena who came to him to do business.As soon as noon was over, he disappeared again—Master Zhu had three bedrooms in his bright outer house, so he had to take care of them all.

Just as Liu Wang opened the celadon tea pot exclusively reserved for Master Zhu, poured out the Mingqian Longjing from the inside, and started to brew, the shopkeeper's loud hello was already heard outside. Liu Wang didn't need to look to know that it was Master Zhu entering the door. .

In just one minute of tea making time, Liu Wang somehow became pale and sweating profusely.When the teapot was ready, Liu Wang looked around first, and then took out a small crystal bottle from his bosom.

Through the crystal bottle as long as a little finger and as thick as a straw, Liu Wang could clearly see the yellow rice-sized pill in the bottle.

The next moment, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the cork, and tilted it slightly, and the pill slid into the teapot.

After finishing all this, Liu Wang wanted to lift the pot upstairs, but his legs were shaking like a sieve at the moment, and he really couldn't take a step.

Liu Wang wiped his sweat with his neck towel, and said to the guy with a wry smile, "Little Liao, I probably broke my body yesterday. I woke up this morning and ran on my stomach. My legs and feet are weak. Bring this pot of tea to you."

Xiao Liao did not suspect him, so he picked up the pot and went up to the second floor.

Seeing the guy go upstairs, Liu Wang turned around and took a few breaths while leaning on the desk. After a while, when the shopkeeper went downstairs, Liu Wang went over with a pale face and sue the shopkeeper for a lie. go.

After walking out, he turned into an alley, turned around and looked around, Liu Wang smiled bitterly - after he was behind, someone was following him.In desperation, he could only bow his head and report to the person who came.

The consequences of this incident began to manifest slowly after a few hours.

Mr. Zhu felt a little unwell until after lunch. Today, he didn't go to the outhouse and went home to rest. When he woke up in the evening, he couldn't even get out of bed!

The family hurriedly invited someone to come to Xiuhetang's Langzhong, and after the diagnosis of the pulse, the word "sudden dysentery" was dropped, and the Zhu family immediately exploded.

Just when Master Zhu fell ill and the Zhu family was in chaos, in a teahouse not far from Xiuhetang, Chu Jianli and Master Miaoshu were sitting by the window, drinking tea and talking.

After a while, the person who was sent to inquire about Lang Zhong has returned. After listening to the report of the spy, the master laughed: "Checkout, checkout."

Third Master Chu was still a little worried. After walking out of the store, he couldn't help but ask, "The person is still being treated, why don't you take a look again?"

Master Miaoshu nourishes yin and yang for the past two days, his face is radiant, and he is very talkative: "What are you waiting for, Zhu Zheng is coughing phlegm, chest tightness, and sweating profusely, tomorrow will be diarrhea, blood in urine, and the appearance of a response, all in harmony. Diarrhea is right, he won't survive the day after tomorrow."

Having said this, the master smiled hehe: "This poison is my own end, and it will take a lot of time to resolve it. What kind of bird use is there? Even if the imperial doctor is invited, Zhu Zheng's life will not be extended!"

"Master's methods are exquisite, I admire it, I don't know if this kind of strange poison has a name?"

"Ricin."

"Oh castor? This. It's still inconspicuous. It's a big coincidence. It's a good name!"

At this point, the preparatory work for the traversers has all ended.

Zhu Zheng, Master Zhu must be eliminated - whether it is the biggest political backing of Huang Qi, the head of the beggar gang, or the behavior of cultivating Huang Qi for many years, he must die.

It is impossible for the travelers to put all their hopes of pacifying the situation on Liu Yaozu. Political revenge provoked by an old official in the dark is very troublesome.Instead of spending a lot of time and money after the fact, it is better to cut through the mess beforehand.The Middle Ages was an era when people made things happen. The power vacuum and chaotic period left after the death of a key person was enough for everyone to do things.

August [-], [-], was noon on the first day of the seventh lunar month.

In the east of Hangzhou, in the Wuxian Temple behind a miscellaneous forest outside Qingtai Gate, it is very lively.

Wuxian Temple is a famous temple both inside and outside the city.As you can guess from this name, there will be neither offerings to the Buddha, nor worship of the Three Qings - during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the fire spread to the south of the Yangtze River, and the government was helpless, and the people spontaneously worshipped. Brother God, is the true master of this temple.

The Wuxian Temple outside Qingtai Gate is relatively dilapidated.Sanjin's temple is old and dark, and the clay sculptures of Wutongshen brothers were rushed to the front hall.

The main hall is rather strange: there is no statue of a god in it, but there is a large-scale painting on the wall: a person wearing a red robe, black gauze, soap boots, a jade belt around his waist, a silver bowl in his left hand, and golden chopsticks in his right. But because of starvation, the high-ranking official who turned his back to the sky and sighed like Yan Song.

Yan Song, who was an extremely noble official, but was starved to death in the end, because of rumors that the emperor named him "the head of the world" when the house was raided, and was in charge of beggars in the world; so after the Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty, beggars in some places began to worship Yan Song. It is a routine to worship the beggar god and the gentlemen on the beam.

Wuxian Temple painted with the image of Yan Song is naturally related to beggars.

In fact, the Wuxian Temple outside the Qingtai Gate has become the main hall of the Hangzhou Beggar Gang.The main hall is the public servant of the head of the beggar gang. On weekdays, the head of the beggar is here to hold court hearings, execute executions, and handle public affairs in the gang.On the first day of the first lunar new year, the incense masters from all walks of life inside and outside the city would come to Wuxian Temple to worship the head and pay the monthly regulations.

(End of this chapter)