Chapter 2308: Promise

Handu was originally called Hanliu, and they had been farming in Jinling for generations.

He still remembered that before his grandfather died, he said happily that he had finally paid off the money he owed others, and then left with a long sigh.

He would never forget that proud sigh in his life, because it is said that most of the debts were wiped away by God because those creditors were displaced, died, and disappeared during the war in the late Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties.

His father's generation had experienced the founding of the Ming Dynasty and the Jingnan War, but it was still chaos.

So his father was very smart and sent his family's land to a wealthy family, with more than fifty acres of land, which saved a lot of money and food a year.

By the time he arrived, the whole family was already a tenant of the Juren family, but their lives were still pretty good.

He felt that he worked very hard to support his five sons, but the old Juren died. His son Huang Huan was no longer a scholar, but became a minor official in Jinling Mansion through connections.

Han Du had borrowed money, that is, from his master's family. He always paid interest on the money, but in the end he could not repay it in his lifetime, and finally changed from a farmer who donated money to a tenant of the Huang family.

Real tenants!

The sun was shining brightly. When Han Liu heard that Mr. Huang had returned home, he brought a chicken to ask for permission. He just wanted this wealthy official to lower the rent.

The side door opened, and a man Han Liu knew came out, Huang Da, the housekeeper of the Huang family.

Cicada was screaming desperately, which made people upset.

Han Du quickly carried the chicken in front of him, and then said to Huang Da in a flattering manner: "Master Da, this is a small one...a small one..."

He was so clumsy that he forgot the word "心心", but Huang Da didn't even look at the chicken. He snorted and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Han Du said awkwardly: "Master Da, I... I would like to ask..."

He had forgotten that he came to see Huang Huan. He was afraid and intimidated by Huang Da's momentum.

Seeing him stammering, Huang Da said impatiently: "What on earth is going on? If you don't tell me, get out!"

Han Du wanted to get out, but when he thought of the five sons at home, he felt courage coming out of nowhere, so he revealed his purpose.

"Tenance?"

Huang Da frowned and looked at him, and said disgustedly: "Don't forget the name the old man gave you back then. That's worth a fortune!"

The name Handu came from the old Juren who occasionally passed by Handu's house. When he saw Handu playing stupidly at the door, he asked casually, and then changed six to Du.

Therefore, the Han family was happy for a long time, feeling that because of Wen Quxing's aura, their sixth child would have great fortunes.

But to this day, Han Du is still farming, and has successfully turned his own land into the Huang family's land.

The family was about to run out of food again, and Han Du did not dare to borrow money from his master anymore. He just wanted to ask his master to lower the rent, and then he would talk shamelessly to his married daughter and get some food back.

Thinking of this, Han Du felt a little happy and said: "Yes, yes, Xiao will remember the kindness of the master's family all his life, but... the family really can't survive, Master Da, Xiao... the rent is agreed Yes! At that time you said you would never change in your life..."

He knelt down without hesitation, but firmly grasped the cock in his hand.

The rooster was clucking, and Huang Da said disgustedly: "That's because you can't live any longer. What does it have to do with others? As for the agreement? What agreement? Who saw it? Get out! Go back and take your cock with you. , I don’t care about it!”

Han Du softened immediately and kowtowed: "Master Da, I'm begging you, just lower it a little, it's enough to be the same as last year."

Huang Da stretched out his foot to kick him over. He rolled his eyes and said, "For the sake of your respect, I'll give you an idea."

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Han Du was overjoyed and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

Huang Da's voice became a little ethereal and compassionate, "Master is charitable. I just said before that if there are farmers in the village who can't survive, you can lend them money and food."

Handu's cheeks were trembling, and his joy disappeared.

Several villagers came from a distance. Seeing someone kneeling here, they came over to watch the excitement.

Then they saw Han Du raising his hands, the rooster he held in his right hand screaming, and then he pecked the hand vigorously.

As soon as his rough hands were released, the rooster landed on the ground, and then crowed a few times proudly.

But Han Du's screams were like screams in their ears.

"No! Master Da! I don't dare to borrow it..."

The cry was heartbreaking, filled with fear and despair, and made people's hearts tremble.

When the dealers heard that they were borrowing money, they immediately turned sideways, but their bodies were tilted this way, wanting to hear the final result.

"Do you want to borrow it or not?"

Huang Da coldly kicked away Han Du who was approaching on his knees, and asked coldly.

"I can't, Lord Da! I can't afford it..."

"Then get out! You can die at home even if you starve. Don't even think about defaulting on your rent!"

Han Du returned home in confusion, and then realized that he had forgotten to bring the rooster back in his despair, so he ran to look for it like crazy.

But the door of the Huang family's mansion was tightly closed. The loess floor was paved outside the door. There were no roosters, but there were a few chicken feathers.

That chicken was the last thing the Han family could exchange for money. Now that it is lost, the Han family is truly a family with only four walls...

"My chicken..."

After a stick of incense, Han Du, who had been beaten with a bruised nose and face, lay groaning outside the gate of Huang's house. After a long time, his sons timidly came and carried him home.

…

Fang Xing's banquet was rare, so everyone who was notified arrived at his station on time.

When they came in, they didn't find any happy guests, and the soldiers were still cold.

When they arrived, they found that the guests who came to the banquet today were the six ministers, plus Bao Hua from the Metropolitan Investigation Bureau.

Is this the Hongmen Banquet?

The seven people stood there, looking at each other, communicating with their eyes.

Fang Xing woke up later, but there was no wine or food.

The seven people were uneasy, not knowing what Fang Xing was up to.

After Fang Xing sat down, he said: "The Ming Dynasty is thriving, and the current situation is grand. If we look forward, whether it is hundreds or thousands of years, will there be such a powerful dynasty? Will there be such a thriving momentum?"

The seven people shook their heads. Before they understood Fang Xing's intentions, they didn't want to express their opinions, so as not to stand on the wrong side.

Fang Xing looked outside, as if he was talking to himself.

"Your Majesty's decree has arrived..."

Li Jing appeared again. The smartest among the seven people had already thought of the strangeness that Fang Xing had been in Jinling for almost ten days, but there was no movement.

Beijing is so far away from Jinling, and the decree was probably a tacit move in advance.

What is it?

After Li Jing finished reading the imperial edict, the seven people all looked pale.

It really is going to take action!

After the cleanup in the north, some people said that the emperor would clean up the south immediately, just to strike while the iron is hot and not give the southern gentry preparations.

But this analysis was ignored in the optimism.

When the decree arrived today, the emperor's toughness was almost suffocating.

So what was Fang Xing waiting for in these ten days?

Some people thought of Xue Lu and Liu Guan, as well as the East Factory and Jinyiwei who were extremely busy recently.

This is preparation!

Fang Xing sat at the head and asked lightly: "Your Majesty's decree is here, who objects?"

Silence, the room was silent.

...

Everything was ready. Fang Xing stood outside Jinling City, looked at the surrounding terrain and said, "Jinling is a good place with dragons and tigers, and it is well-deserved to be called the Southern Capital. Today we will clean up some dregs for this good place, let's go."

Just behind him, teams of cavalry were ready to go, and they were dispersed to various places according to the order.

They were messengers, who checked the situation in various places and reported in time.

And today is the day we agreed to take action together!