Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1120 Minister, Ten Thousand Deaths

  In fact, after the express report arrived, only two hours later, the ministers, eunuchs, and imperial guards arrived in mighty force.

  They are in a hurry.

  His Majesty disappeared, as if there was no sun in the sky.

  As a result, a group of people were exhausted, almost non-stop... came here.

  For... is to welcome the Holy Spirit.

  Liang Min greeted the officials outside the city.

  Among the mighty crowd, there are many well-known figures, including Liang Min's idol.

  Liang Min hurriedly stepped forward, but only saw Ouyang Zhi, and saluted: "I have met Mr. Ouyang Fu."

  In the past, when Ouyang Zhi went to Dingxing County to be the county magistrate, Liang Min was just a small prison official, but now, because of the relationship between the government lord, he is now ranked seventh.

  For those jinshigong, Qipin county magistrate is just a starting point in their official career.

  But for Liang Min, even if he spent his whole life, he would never be able to reach the height. It is nothing less than a miracle to be able to reach today, and the creator of the miracle is Ouyang Zhi.

  Ouyang Zhi was silent.

   Too old to be.

  But the courtiers around Ouyang Zhi were much more eager than Ouyang Zhi, who had not changed his color before the mountain collapsed.

Wu Kuan wanted to find the emperor, and let the emperor decide for himself. The blood on his face was not cleaned at all. He just wanted to let the emperor see how his humerus minister was beaten by Ouyang Zhi. Ouyang Zhi is good The days are coming to an end.

  He glanced at Liang Min contemptuously.

  It is said that this person does not even have a reputation as a scholar. Can such a person be an official?

Tongzhou is in the New Deal, and your Baoding Mansion is also in Xincheng. Take a look at the New Deal in Rongcheng County, how the New Deal has been implemented, and roads are being built everywhere. These roads are the product of government-business collusion. There are so many ragged people, all busy on the road under the scorching sun, look at them...

   This villain who has never been named on the gold list and has no fame, really can't be an official. If he abuses the people like this, what is the life of the common people?

  Although Wu Kuan treated Liang Min like a fly, wishing to stay away from him, so that his innocence would not be insulted by this vulgar person, he still asked eagerly, "Where is that workshop?"

  Liang Min frowned, but said nothing.

  He could feel that surrounded by a group of high-ranking people above the temple, many of them cast strange glances at him, which was a kind of contempt from the bottom of their hearts.

  So, he subconsciously looked at Ouyang Zhi.

  Ouyang Zhi was very calm: "Lead the way!"

   "Yes." Liang Min cheered up.

  Leading the mighty crowd, he did not take a car, but rode directly.

   Instead, other people got into the car one after another.

  Liang Min's riding skills are good, of course... this is also out of practice.

Rongcheng County has a lot of waste waiting to be lifted, and the general officials and lords are often in the yamen, but Liang Min, who was born as a subordinate official, is different. After studying with Ouyang Zhi, he knows that the New Deal needs to go around, investigate and understand the actual situation. According to the situation, different things are dealt with differently. There are too many new things. If you lock yourself in the yamen for a month, you may be out of date.

  So, he has to move around, in a certain township today, in a certain market tomorrow, and in the day after tomorrow, he may go to talk with merchants, or inspect a certain project.

  Many roads here have not been fully repaired. Sometimes it rains and the roads are muddy. Riding a car is not as good as riding a horse. When all the roads are repaired, the conditions may be better.

  …

  It's noon, and it's time for dinner.

  Fang Jifan was very active, holding his own rice bowl, excitedly, he was the first to appear at Lao Chen's place in the kitchen.

  Old Chen is cheerful. He likes this young man. After all, chefs like diners, especially such active diners. This will give Lao Chen the illusion that he is the royal chef in the palace.

  How did he know that Fang Jifan simply loves to eat.

   "Xiao Fang, you are unwell again, young man, please pay attention to your body, come, give you more."

  By the time the others arrived, Fang Jifan had already brought a full bowl of food.

Then he squatted in a corner, and waited for Wang Shouren to bring the food. Wang Shouren squatted beside Fang Jifan, and then rummaged through his own food. Finally, he found some shredded pork and threw it into Fang Jifan's rice bowl. No, it's only natural for disciples to respect their teacher. Fang Jifan stuffed shredded meat into his mouth without hesitation.

   Then, he couldn't help feeling, invincible... really lonely.

  Other craftsmen began to eat, and everyone ate deliciously.

  Zhao Shiqian came in sullenly, looked left and right: "Where is Mr. Zhu?"

  Everyone discovered that Mr. Zhu...did not come.

  A craftsman said: "Mr. Zhu said that he still has a few pieces of wood, but he hasn't sawed them yet. Come later."

   "Why did he go sawing wood?" Zhao Shiqian wanted to stomp his feet: "He is a scholar, he settles accounts."

   Someone said: "Mr. Zhu said that the order is urgent, and Xiao Fang is ill again."

  Everyone subconsciously looked at Fang Jifan in the corner.

  Fang Jifan ate with great joy, sweating profusely on his forehead, he nodded furiously: "Yes, I'm sick, my mind is dizzy, oops, I'll take medicine first, no, eat."

   Bow your head...

  Zhao Shiqian: "..."

  He had nothing to say about this Fang Fangfang, he was used to it.

  Wang Shouren looked at the eyes of the crowd and blushed. Although he was serious, he still had face. Everyone stared at their mentor, as if they had been stripped clean and surrounded by others.

  Zhao Shiqian muttered, wanting to say something.

  Suddenly, the porter from the outside hurried in: "It's not good, it's not good, there are many guards and officers and soldiers here..."

  Everyone was stunned.

  Fang Jifan looked... very relaxed.

   This group of trash finally found their way. I don't want to stay in this **** workshop for a day. It's so hard.

  Zhao Shiqian was taken aback: "What officers, soldiers and servants, what are they here for?"

   "I saw that it seemed to be our County Magistrate Liang... riding a horse..."

"It's not good." Zhao Shiqian shuddered when he heard the word magistrate: "It must be for the security check. Since the last time, Zeng Ji's workshop caught fire and killed people, the county has issued repeated orders. , Prepare a large water tank next to the warehouse, and fill it with water at any time, and there are flammable goods piled up, so it needs to be separated from the craftsman's bedroom. Quick, eat whatever you want, don't eat, go to the water tank to store water... "

   All of a sudden, the whole workshop was in chaos.

  If Zhao Shiqian is struck by lightning, the government will punish the safety of the workshop very severely, and the county magistrate will come to inspect it...

"It's too late..." As soon as the concierge finished speaking, there were already crowds of people outside the workshop. Suddenly, countless guards in fish suits came in with knives, all of them murderous. filled the entire garden.

  Zhao Shiqian and others have never seen such a big battle before.

  Zhao Shiqian was still holding an empty bucket in his hand. Suddenly, his hand lost all strength, and the bucket in his hand fell to the ground. He... peed in fright...

   After a while, a group of officials came in overwhelmed.

  Na Rongcheng county magistrate Liang Min was actually at the end.

  The leader is Wang Ao, Minister of the Ministry of Officials. Seeing that the place is full of mud, sewage is flowing horizontally, and in the distance, there is also the smell of kitchen waste, which is disgusting.

  Wang Ao looked angry: "Which one is Zhao Shiqian..."

  Zhao Shiqian was so frightened that he trembled all over: "I...I...No, villain...It's a villain..."

   He is fighting with each other.

   As soon as he opened his mouth, there was a clang, and two gleaming Xiuchun knives were already placed around his neck.

  In an instant, Zhao Shiqian felt as if his whole body had been hollowed out, and he sat paralyzed on the ground.

  Wang Ao said sharply, "Where is the emperor?"

   "Isn't the emperor... the emperor... the emperor is gone?"

  Everyone's face changed.

  The emperor is gone.

   It's just nonsense, it's a crime of slandering the emperor and killing the three clans!

  Wu Kuan looked at these merchants and was very disgusted. He said sharply: "You are so courageous. You dare to act so boldly when you are about to die."

   "Come on!"

  Zhao Shiqian was completely dumbfounded.

  He couldn't imagine that he would provoke such a group of ruthless people.

   Before he could speak.

  In that workshop, a voice suddenly said: "Enough!"

  This voice...is very familiar.

   Then, everyone saw that there seemed to be a few familiar people among the crowd.

  Fang Jifan...Wang Shouren...

  Fang Jifan laughed at Wang Ao and the others.

  Wang Ao and the others snorted coldly and ignored him.

  Why did His Majesty disappear? You, Fang Jifan, are also to blame for causing such a big incident. Whoever loves to laugh at you is a shameless thing.

  It's just...the people in the workshop...but all of a sudden...everyone became jealous.

"You... what are you doing?" There was a sound of sawing wood in the workshop, and the voice was a little tired, but also a little harsh: "It's nothing to do with anyone, leave the workshop, you can't Get in the way!"

  After hearing this, the imperial guards did not hesitate any longer. They were well-trained and immediately retreated like a tide.

  Wang Ao and the others didn't dare to hesitate, they turned to the source of the sound and bowed down without hesitation.

   "The ministers welcome you, my emperor, long live, long live!"

  The ground is very dirty, and at this moment, no one cares about it anymore.

  Whether it was in the courtyard of the workshop or outside the workshop, these hundreds of thousands of people bowed down one after another and kowtowed to the ground: "I hope Your Majesty will forgive me for being late! I... die!"

  After this wave of sound, then...the workshop fell into a deathly silence.

  Zhao Shiqian, who was sitting paralyzed in the mud, was momentarily stunned.

  Welcome to the holy driver, long live my emperor...

  In the workshop...he remembers only one person...that is...Mr. Zhu...

  Zhu Dashou he...he...he is the emperor...

  Zhao Shiqian suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted. He... went to the emperor to settle accounts, and... only gave him five taels of silver a month, which was two taels less than the market outside... It's over!

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  Chapter 3, and more. At the same time, I found that the activity of writing letters to the characters in the book was very interesting. Many readers wrote very well. You can read it in the book review area.

  (end of this chapter)