Chapter 2314: The Fat and White Huang Jinlu

"This is someone who is stupid because of reading!"

A group of people were waiting for Fang Xing to deal with Zhao Pu. According to Fei Shi's method of moving out all the former prime ministers of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Pu of the Ming Dynasty would have to shed his skin even if he did not die.

But if word spread today, Fang Xingshao's reputation will become even worse.

But Cao An's words were so righteous that people could not argue with him.

No, it's that Zhao Pu can't argue with.

He just kept shouting words such as 'rebellious ministers and traitors' and 'Qingjun side'.

Fang Xing finally figured out that this Zhao Pu wanted to gain fame.

"In order to become famous...you have to give up your entire family?"

It is difficult for Fang Xing to understand the thinking mode of this kind of people, but there are people who do.

Fei Shi had already gotten a lot of information about Zhao Pu in a short period of time. He whispered: "Uncle, this man has no children. His parents have gone away long ago. He only has a daughter-in-law who is said to be a slave. She was found last year." I’m not even pregnant with a concubine..."

"The end?"

Fang Xing finally understood what he was thinking: "You think you have nothing to live for, so why not ask for a first name so that you can leave your name in history in the future, right?"

Zhao Pu was stunned, and Fang Xing said in disgust: "Stop his mouth!"

The sergeant had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, so he didn't hesitate. He slapped the other side of Zhao Pu's face until it was swollen, and then blocked his mouth with a rag.

The sun was getting hotter and hotter, and Fang Xing felt a little uncomfortable, so he stood up and said: "People who are just trying to make a name for themselves with their fame and reputation are just trying to sensationalize people. This person is a scourge. Take them down and send them overseas when the time comes. Let's see what those natives can do." Take advantage of him."

Zhao Pu did not beg for mercy. Instead, he held his head high and straightened his back when he was led away by the sergeant.

"Since he seeks kindness, he gets mercy, but his wife is very unjust."

Just a few words from Fang Xing made Zhao Pu go crazy and desperately wanted to pounce on him.

Until he was beaten down, the sound of whining still echoed in the ears, and everyone was silent.

According to Zhao Pu's treatment of his wife, not only did he not have a slave-like wife to take care of him during his exile, but if his wife had Fang Xing's words, she could even go to the Yamen to apply for justice, and then she could marry another woman before she had any children.

"Such people are of no use to their families or the country. They are just worms."

Fang Xing came to the conclusion that no one dared to comment on the matter of dedication.

People are like this. At the beginning, there are many people, and they feel that the law does not punish them, so they coax them. But when one of their accomplices ends miserably, they will become frightened again and feel that their previous thoughts were purely a suicide attempt.

They all lowered their heads and waited until Fang Xing left before they dared to raise their heads.

Qiu Jian was not exposed to the sun and had ice wine to drink, but his face looked a little flushed, which was worrying.

He was tremblingly supported by his grandson, looked at everyone and said: "This is a good thing, but Zhao Pu's madness makes people helpless, that's all. Let's go back and talk to the adults of the Sixth Department. At least we can't waste the vitality of the south." It’s over.”

"Yes! This time the attack was too harsh, and the smoke was everywhere, it was frustrating!"

"Ke Xing and Uncle didn't show any intention of softening their cheeks. What can I do?"

"This is just the beginning!"

Someone said in a subtle way, which attracted everyone's secret agreement.

There are many "heroes" in the south, and those "heroes" have rich families. The DPRK and China actually want to deprive them of their property this time. This is not something that can be solved by loyalty.

With current interests, all Ming Dynasty talk is bullshit!

Cao An wanted to refute, but Cao Jin stopped him with a slight cough.

Cao An's thoughts today are very simple. First, he feels that he is a member of Fang Xing's party, so his position must be stable and he must stand in the right place.

Secondly, he wanted to "reconnect" with Fang Xing after all. If he could become Fang Xing's disciple, there would be no need for him to consider his future in the future.

As a father, Cao Jin knew what he was thinking at this moment, but he whispered: "Too much is not enough!"

Cao An's heart tightened, knowing that he had gone too far.

"The overall situation has been decided, so why bother asking for trouble? Besides, fields can be bought. Haven't you saved some money over the years? Buy some fields slowly, and the little you add up will make a lot of money!"

This is just the final plan that everyone has prepared unanimously.

When someone said it at this moment, everyone turned their attention.

"Father, this is Wang Yuan."

Cao An always felt that there was something elusive under Wang Yuan's smile, but Cao Jin didn't even look over there and said, "Let's go home."

The father and son sided with Fang Xing today, and they would probably be left out by the Southern Scholars in the future.

However, Cao Jin has long seen through these personnel affairs and has a heart as solid as stone.

Wang Yuan went down with others with a smile. When he got downstairs, he saw Huang Jian waiting with sweat profusely, so he smiled and said: "I can't walk yet, why do you have to do this."

Huang Jian said respectfully: "Teacher, the sun is strong today, so you shouldn't come."

The scene of a loving teacher and a filial piety caught the eyes of many people.

But after getting on the carriage, the two of them changed their faces.

Huang Jian said coldly: "I was hiding from Fang Xing, but teacher, you took the initiative to get close to me. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by him?"

This was Wang Yuan's carriage. He skillfully found a small pot wrapped in a small quilt in the corner, and drank from the thin spout without using a tea cup.

After he drank for a while, he took a deep breath and said coldly: "Get out!"

At this time, the carriage had already entered the city for a while, but Huang Jian was unwilling to get off.

Wang Yuan said: "It's stuffy in the car. I want to open the curtain, but I don't want to see you here."

Huang Jian handed over his hand, then jumped off after the carriage slowed down.

He watched the carriage go away with a worried look on his face, and then went to the city gate again.

The weather was too hot, and there were few pedestrians on the street. The young men could only stare at the city gate to see what was going on, or to see if there were any fat sheep.

Huang Jian went there to ask for news.

Now he didn't have to hide it, because there were many gentry who came to ask the young men for news. Some called their servants, and some came in person, cursing loudly.

When he arrived at the city gate, he saw more than a dozen young men sitting against the wall, listening to a fat man talking.

The fat man looked very friendly, but the front of his clothes was mostly opened, revealing his white and fat chest and abdomen.

The fat man raised his eyebrows, and only the right eyebrow, and Huang Jian immediately felt a sense of vulgarity.

".…..The widow Ma in the west of the city has the best figure, especially her buttocks, which sway from side to side when she walks, which reminds me of a horse..."

The fat man looked up and said in an exclamatory tone: "I want to touch it just by looking at it!"

The green-skinned people listened blankly until someone sucked their saliva too loudly, and then they slowly came back to their senses, and then someone saw Huang Jian.

"What news do you want?"

There are several groups of green-skinned people here. In the past, they had fought a lot for providing information and supporting the gentry, but after the fat man came, everyone just took a bath together, and then became much closer.

Huang Jian glanced at the fat man and refused to speak.

A green-skinned person said lazily: "Brother Huang is our man, let's go if you don't want to say anything."

The fat man's name is Huang Jinlu. During this period of time, the green-skinned people have a good impression of him, and they are almost ready to chop off the chicken head and burn yellow paper.

Huang Jian bowed his head slightly and asked, "Have a large number of soldiers returned in the past few days?"

"Chen San, it's your turn."

The young men took turns to "take over the business", so there were fewer conflicts.

And this idea was also given to them by Huang Jinlu.

Chen San thought of Huang Jinlu's kindness, so he glanced at him, and then said to Huang Jian, "One guan of money!"

Huang Jian raised his head slightly and said dissatisfiedly, "Three hundred more coins."

Chen San sneered, "That was the price a few days ago, it's not worth it now."

The fat man laughed and said, "News is valuable! You know, the day before yesterday, a gentry asked for news but refused to pay. As a result, he didn't know that three gentry families outside the city were arrested, and he went to the government office to ask to see Lord Li. As a result... Hahaha!"

The fat man laughed, and Huang Jian's heart was cold, and he said, "Okay."

A piece of treasure banknote was crumpled into a ball and thrown over, and the soldiers were all in front and couldn't see here.

- Don't worry about those young men and gentry!

This is what Fang Xing said. He wanted to turn this place into a gathering place for moths, and then burn them with fire.

Chen San picked up the treasure note and carefully checked it, then sat back and said lazily: "In the past few days, I only saw those hurried people reporting the news, but I didn't see a large group of soldiers entering the city."

'Huang Jinlu' also laughed and said: "There are no soldiers, they are just messengers. I did see hundreds of soldiers leaving the city."