After Ling Yun's beating, he felt extremely sore.
But Yang Zhengde was in miserable condition. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his body was completely bruised. Even if he moved, he had to breathe air-conditioning constantly. Just looking at the injuries on his face, he was really pitiful.
If it were anyone else, he would probably feel a bit cruel, but the target was a scum like Yang Zhengde. Ling Yun showed no mercy at all, and even wanted to kill him.
Especially Yang Sanniu, when he was making up for his punches, he punched harder than himself. People who didn't know it thought that Yang Zhengde had some deep grudge against him, which made him take revenge like this.
As for why the Yang family was not prosecuted, it was just to wait for Yang Buwei to be arrested, and to wait for the culprit to be arrested, and then interrogate and prosecute them together.
Now lock them in a dungeon and let them experience for themselves the feeling of life being worse than death.
In this way, it can be regarded as a kind of punishment for them, but in the end no matter what, they cannot escape the judgment of fate.
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When venting, Ling Yun's mood could be said to be particularly joyful and sour.
Unfortunately, this state is only limited to the moment when you vent your anger.
When I returned to the government office, my happy mood suddenly disappeared, and a frown and worry appeared on my face again. I sat on top and sighed again and again.
The changes have been so great, but there is only one word to describe it - poor.
Lack of money, no money...
All I can think about is money and how to make money.
Not to mention the IOU from Emperor Qianxi who was far away in the capital, the top priority was taxation. If he couldn't get it out, Lingnan Mansion would have enough for him to drink.
This piece of shit Yang Buwei is really disgusting.
Yang Sanniu and Guo Yixiu sat below, looking at Ling Yun thoughtfully. They found it strange that during this period, Ling Yun had been frowning and in a state of fatigue.
The two wanted to ask, but they didn't dare to ask. Even if they did, they were afraid it would be in vain.
Yang Mansion, Yang Buwei... Ling Yun had a flash of inspiration and a plan came from his heart.
"Yi Xiu, there is something I need you to do."
Guo Yixiu stood up suddenly, "Master Yun, please speak."
Sitting here, listening to Ling Yun sighing frequently, Guo Yixiu suddenly felt dull. He had long wanted to go out and get some fresh air. Now that he heard that Ling Yun had something to entrust to him, it coincided with his thoughts, and he had a reason to go out.
Ling Yun paused for a moment and then said thoughtfully, "Yi Xiu, go and find a famous local Yaman and tell him that I want to sell the Yang Mansion and see if anyone wants to buy it."
Guo Yixiu was startled and looked excited, "Master Yun, you...you mean to sell Yang Mansion?"
"Um!"
Ling Yun nodded decisively without any hesitation, as if he was already prepared.
Guo Yixiu asked in confusion, "Master Yun, why is this?"
If you ask him to say that Yang Mansion is such a luxurious place, he should keep it for himself to live in. That is also a reflection of his status.
It would be a pity to sell it.
"It's useless to keep it, it's better to sell it directly."
Ling Yun did not explain the current predicament, but was vague and glossed over it.
Guo Yixiu had a unique vision and knew that he did not want to say more, so he did not continue to ask.
After explaining this matter, Ling Yun felt a little relieved.
In fact, wanting to sell the Yang Mansion was just wishful thinking on his part.
If you knew the origin of Yang Mansion, you wouldn't make such a decision.
The predecessor of Yang Mansion was Ji Mansion.
Although the local people are full of hatred towards the Yang Mansion, they can be said to have great respect for the original Ji Mansion.
Now it is a fact that the Yang family has been destroyed, and the original master of the Ji family has disappeared... These two things alone are enough to make others gossip.
When ancient people built a house or bought a mansion, they paid most attention to Feng Shui. The Yang Mansion is indeed a good place. Most of the people who live here will become the richest man in Nanyi Prefecture. This is true for the Ji family, and the same is true for the Yang family.
But if you really talk about it in detail, this place is not good either. The events of the Ji family and the young ones are all vividly visible, and the destruction of the Yang family is also close before our eyes.
Who would live such a good life and buy such a mansion where blessings and misfortunes depend on each other?
It can be seen from this that it is not easy to sell Yang Mansion?
Sure enough, for seven consecutive days, no one paid attention to the luxurious Yang Mansion...
Ling Yun was caught off guard by this result.
"Master, please eat some!"
In the other courtyard, Yang Sanniu was persuading Ling Yun to eat, but the latter looked sad and listless, and had no appetite at all in front of the sumptuous meal.
But it was one thing not to want to eat, but it was another thing whether his body could bear it. The next moment he waved his hand to refuse, his stomach protested.
He only heard two or three "coo" sounds, and Yang Sanniu couldn't hold back for a moment, covering his mouth and snickering.
Noticing Yang Sanniu's smile, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
After laughing for a while, Yang Sanniu pretended to be serious and said, "Since the young master doesn't want to eat, then Sanniu will take the food away."
Ling Yun raised his head and glared at him, and said angrily, "Hehehehe, you're not serious, just put the food here!"
After hearing this, Yang Sanniu felt happy, knowing that Ling Yun was about to eat. Although he was scolded, the smile on his face remained unchanged.
In an instant, he turned around and went down, brought a plate of water and put it on the stone bench, "Master, please wash your hands first so that you can eat."
"Um!"
Ling Yun nodded, perhaps because of what happened just now, his face was serious and unsmiling.
He put his hands on the face plate half full of water and rubbed it gently a few times, but the ink on his hands was not washed away. He couldn't help but exert force and found that it was unchanged.
Ling Yun stopped, motionless, quietly looking at his hands on his face, thoughtfully.
Looking at Ling Yun in a daze, Yang Sanniu was confused. What is going on?
This...how can one hand be able to fall into deep thought?
He pursed his lips and said cautiously, "Master, have you finished washing?"
Ling Yun didn't respond, so Yang Sanniu had to give up.
But after waiting and waiting, Ling Yun still didn't move, which aroused Yang Sanniu's worry, so he gently poked his shoulder with his hand, "Master, are you okay?"
Ling Yun didn't even look back, he just said seriously, "Sanniu, don't move."
Yang Sanniu was really panicked now and didn't understand what was going on.
Just when he was about to speak again, Ling Yun stood up suddenly. In his stunned moment, he saw Ling Yun pick up the brush resting on the stone table again and kept writing on the white paper.
Although Yang Sanniu was learning to read again, he didn't understand what was written. He could only understand the words above, which were: lard, salt and water.
Ling Yun lowered his head, and stopped writing with the brush in his hand, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxing, and it took him a while to put down the pen.
It wasn't until he stopped that Yang Sanniu couldn't help but ask, "Master, what are you doing?"
After Ling Yun finished writing, he obviously breathed a sigh of relief, with a happy smile on his face. The sad expression just now disappeared, as if he had encountered something happy.
He picked up the paper he had just written on and put it in front of him, "Sanniu, Master, let me tell you, the things written on this list are good things, treasure them!"
Yang Sanniu's eyes lit up and he asked expectantly, "Master, what on earth is this?"
"This... this is a thing for washing hands and bathing. The name... the name is right! It's called soap."
Hearing Yang Sanniu's inquiry, Ling Yun paused for a moment. What was written on the list was actually the method of producing soap in later generations. As long as he followed the above steps, he would be able to make simple soap.
It's a coincidence that I just washed my hands and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the ink off my hands. Suddenly, I thought of soap.
If there is soap, you don't need to wash your hands so hard. You only need to apply a little soap and rub it gently to clean the stains on your hands easily.
Soap, this is good stuff.
In future generations, this thing will be a complete necessity, and no one will be able to keep a few pieces of it.
It is conceivable that as long as he can produce it and promote it, ancient people will definitely love it.
At that time, even if the price is lower, you can still make a lot of money.
As far as the current situation is concerned, no matter how much money you make, as long as you do it and make money, the top priority is.
Besides, as the magistrate of the state, he happens to hold real power, and with the two incidents involving Yang Buwei and Heiyun Village, who dares to challenge his majesty in Nanyi Prefecture?
It can be seen that Lingyun does not have to worry about imitation or piracy at all.
This chapter has been completed!