Chapter 303 Killing the Chicken (Part 1)

The rain was dense, and the whiteness fell from the sky, endlessly. In the blink of an eye, the night was strangely poured into light ink by the rain, becoming brighter.

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The two of them came to Wu's house at the foot of Wu Mountain with a umbrella and clasped on the iron gate. The banging sound was a little shrill in the night rain. The Wu family's doorman opened the door and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm worried that you will report to your Dalang, and the Liang Dushui will invite him to the mansion to speak."

"It's raining heavily..."

"Stop talking."

"Yes." The concierge walked in and reported.

Wu Qinan talked to his family in the living room. He was the master of the salt warehouse, not the firm Zheng Shi Sect. The matter was so big that he had been in a daze these days. Hearing the report from the doorman, he looked outside the door. It was raining heavily, hitting the tiles and making crackling sounds, like jade pots shattered one by one, and like thousands of troops coming wrapped in iron hooves.

Wu Qinan murmured: "It's so late, it's raining heavily, what's wrong with me?"

"I don't know," said the concierge.

"Of course you don't know..." Wu Qinan stood up, put on his official uniform, looked at his beautiful wife, two young sons, and the eldest daughter, and finally said to the eldest daughter: "Hangzhou is about to break out. No matter what, I will not have a good end. You are the oldest in the family and are wise and wise. You must take good care of your two younger brothers..."

"Dad."

"That's it," Wu Qinan shook his head and sighed. The faint sigh seemed to come from the Yellow Spring Hell. Then he put on a straw straw hat and rushed out in the heavy rain.

When they arrived at the door, the two said, "Please."

"please."

The rain became denser, connected into endless bead curtains. The three of them walked by, their boots stepped on the ground, and the water on the ground splashed some broken waves from time to time, and the ink-colored waves quickly collapsed and followed the rain to the distance.

There is a fork in front of it, one is a downtown city, and a stone from Mount Wu penetrates straight through, and the latter is closer. One of them said: "Please go from here by Master Wu."

“The road is slippery on rainy days.”

The four words were spoken out, and the two stopped at the same time and looked around. There was no one around except for the dark trees and the sound of rain. The person who had just spoken suddenly asked: "Liang Dujian will be on the market tomorrow. What do you think of Wu Zhubo?"

"Are you a strike?" Wu Qinan murmured again.

"Yes, the market strike!"

"It's past!" Wu Qi Nandao.

The abolition of salt has been something that has never happened since the founding of the Song Dynasty, and the times have been different.

Nowadays, sea salt is boiling salt. First, salt must be salt mud with high concentration, and second, withered plants and trees. Therefore, the salt production season is winter and the most rampant season for private salt. In May, the grass and trees are lush and rainy in yellow plums are raining, which is the lightest season for salt production, which the court can tolerate. It is just that it cannot bear it. Stripping salt is the responsibility of the salt supervisors in each salt field. Once the market is shut down, several salt warehouses will be launched from Hangzhou. Wu Qinan also believes that they have this ability, but the people cannot buy edible salt, how big a storm will it cause?

"Master Wu, do you disagree?"

"I can't obey my duty." Wu Qinan finished speaking and looked at the West. There were thousands of households living in the West. Although it was raining heavily, many families lit up the oil lamps and broke through the rain curtains with lights, like stars flashing. There was no starlight at all, which was his home. He smiled miserably and said, "If you want to do it, just do it here. I won't shout, but please watch Liang Dushen for the sake of his colleagues. Please treat my family well."

"We will definitely tell you." A man said in a deep voice, and pulled the handle of the umbrella and turned into a sharp thin sword. In the rain, the thin sword shone with a strange light.

"What a delicate design," Wu Qinan stared at it in a daze.

"What a great courage."

"I'm not brave enough, and I don't want to die, but I'm planning to kill me these days. Although I'm nostalgic about the world, I can't do both. I have to die. Please do it." Wu Qinan closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" As he said that, his sword stabbed Wu Qinan's chest.

Suddenly, two strings sounded and two cold arrows shot quickly.

...

A huge candle is burning.

Zheng Lang would not use oil lamps stingy. Here, he was the same as his father-in-law. He would not do extravagant things, but he would not deliberately do false things.

The family’s income plus salary is 15,000,000 yuan a year. Why do you live a poor life?

The candlelight jumped, and Zheng Lang fell down a son.

Fu Bi said: "Why do you want to make a move here?"

"There is no son to fall in love, so I can play some leisurely chess."

"I have a son to lose," Fu Bi smiled. The two of them seemed to have similar chess skills, both of which were half a pound. In the opposite game, each won one game. But Fu Bi won the eight sons and Zheng Lang won the two sons in the first game. It was not like playing the piano, Confucianism, calligraphy and painting, Fu Bi was full of confidence.

As the two sons fell, they walked for more than a dozen times, but their skills were poor and they couldn't take a long exam, so they ended up quickly. After dinner, it took only one and a half hours to get down to the third plate.

The concierge walked in and said, "There is a woman who dressed in men's clothes outside the door and said she wanted to see the prefect Zheng."

"Let her come in."

A girl from Erqi brought in. She was fourteen or fifteen years old and had not yet grown up. However, her country was beautiful and even though she was wearing a Confucian shirt, she could not hide her beautiful appearance.

Holding a black spot and looking at her, Zheng Lang asked, "Who are you? What's the matter with seeing me so late?"

"The little woman is the eldest daughter of the owner of the salt warehouse."

"You are Wu Qinan's beautiful daughter."

"Yes, I dare not say it's beautiful."

"No need to be Qian, I have heard that in order to marry you, the Feng family spent 3,000 pieces of silk and other betrothal gifts, which cost thousands of yuan."

"Prince Zheng, don't mention the Feng family, please help Zheng save my father."

"Today I am rare to play a few games with the judge Futong. I said this, it's so vulgar. Xian'er, take her down to rest." Zheng Lang lost another son.

"Prince Zheng, please agree to the little girl. The little girl is willing to serve as a cow or a horse."

"Miss Wu, this is inappropriate. Although you are not married, you are engaged to a marriage. How can you serve me?"

"Feng family, he, he..."

"It seems that you are stimulated and speechless. It's really not possible. You can sit here and rest for a while, and then talk after you have thought about it."

"I……"

"No need for me, listen to whoever are the performers in the backyard? They are all very beautiful and want to serve me, but this Yanfu official is not very good at it, let alone you get married, which is a lot of controversy."

Mrs. Wu was so angry that although she had been engaged, since you had confronted the Wu family, you would not know what the Wu family did. Why am I still a good family? How can I compare with those prostitutes? But looking at Jiang Xing'er standing by and serving, I swallowed this sentence.

Keep making progress.

The young lady of the Wu family knelt down again: "Magistrate Zheng, time is tight. If you don't save me, my father will be in danger. Please agree."

"Oh, if I had known this, I wouldn't have let you in. Can you wait until I finish playing this game?"

"can not wait."

"I and Judge Fortune are bad chess. They play chess very quickly. Please wait for a moment."

"I can't wait."

"Great vulgarity, great vulgarity, such a beautiful scenery, there are beautiful singing voices in the backyard as if the sky comes from the sky, and there is also the sound of rain like the sky. If the sound of the pipa song of golden swords and iron horses is disturbed by you. Please sit down, if you don't sit down, I will send someone to drive you out."

"Are you such a good official?" said the young lady of the Wu family angrily.

The singing voice in the backyard, she knew that things had become a big deal since the prefect handed over the case to the three magistrates for trial.

For the officials of the salt farm and salt warehouse, the three magistrates had the power to supervise and were not easy to investigate. However, they brought some tutors that night, but the tutors were easy to investigate and torture. The three magistrates arrested them and quickly obtained confessions. The case was transferred to Hangzhou Prefecture.

Hangzhou Prefecture is not easy to review the case, and it must cooperate with the Transshipment Commissioner. But now there is the biggest opportunity. Shi Jie checks the Pavilion House and has the right to handle the salt supervisor affairs at his discretion. So the prefect cooperates with Shi Jie to combine the rights into one and arrest several officials.

Then the two transshipment agents forced their hands.

Hangzhou Prefecture did not release people, and they came to supervise and investigate the case. In this case, several officials refused to admit it. However, the prefect said: "The court does not kill scholars and officials, but civil servants, but they can be exiled to Lingnan. Life is worse than death when they go to Lingnan. If they do not kill civil servants, they can kill officials. According to Song Dynasty, no one who is involved in the case has a chance, but there are too many people involved. Even if the court is involved, they will not kill them all. If most of the criminals are released, the remaining criminals will be severely punished to warn future people. Not only will you die and live a difficult life, but your family will be exiled, or as official prostitutes, let others insult. Take a step back and the vast sky, you have saved your lives and your family. Further, you, your whole family will fall into a cliff and will never turn over."

After the break is said, it is opened.

But on the other side, they did not wait for death, wrote to the court, and there were other people, including the redemption of Qin Fengniang and other leaders. They all knew that they wanted to redeem as prostitutes and maids. In order to revenge, they would immediately die. The prefect used the name of influencing the people to rehearse operas and detained these women at home and refused to let them go.

Even a dozen prostitutes need to be saved, why not save my dad?

"Do you know what a good official is?" Fu Bi said, but squeezed her eyes twice.

"Judge Futong..."

"Master Zheng asked you to sit, so you just sit, why not sit!"

"Yes," the young lady of the Wu family responded and sat down anxiously.

After a few more times, Fu Bi said, "Haha, I'm going to win again."

The little lady of the Wu family looked at it. Fu Bi's white chess was about to form a big dragon in the upper left corner. More than a dozen black pieces were struggling in the middle, but they had no life. Once the white pieces were asked to eat the dozen black pieces, the white pieces would be a big victory. But she looked down and said, "The black pieces below."

"Miss Wanjin, it's so vulgar, don't you know how to watch chess without saying anything!"

Fu Bi was still looking for the black piece on the chessboard. Zheng Lang fell a piece, and the chess piece just now echoed immediately with the chess piece in the upper left corner. If you forcefully eat these dozen black pieces, you may be surrounded by the black pieces on the outer corner and swallow the large piece of white pieces in the upper corner.

It is not a clever trick. Zheng Lang can remember to mention the black piece of cloth and lure the white chess into this trap step by step. His extraordinary performance is his.

Fu Bi leaned on the table to ponder. After a while, he lost one son heavily. Zheng Lang immediately followed one son.

Fu Bi pondered again and lost one son with difficulty, and Zheng Lang followed up another son.

After each side fell into five sons, Fu Bi was bound to break up, and the big white chess in the upper left corner were all isolated, and the big loss was in the blink of an eye. Fu Bi said unconvincedly: "Master Zheng, did you do this on purpose?"
To be continued...