"Let me go! Let me go!"

The shrill screams came from far away, and a monk from the Supervisory Department, whose face was covered by a black conical hat, grabbed Wang Jie by his collar and dragged him over.

Wang Jie struggled desperately, hitting him with his fists and hitting his head, but how could he break free?

Instead, he fell to the ground, and the white clothes he wore scraped against the gravel on the ground, tearing open cracks.

Plop.

The monks from the Supervision Department slapped Wang Jie heavily on the ground in the courtyard.

Wang Jie grew up in fine clothes and fine food, but he had never suffered such injustice. He immediately screamed in pain and shrank into a ball.

Li Ang looked down at the noble young master indifferently,

There are still many black spots and egg-sized lumps on the other party's face, hands and feet, clearly still under the influence of the plague.

But except for the dark spots and lumps, other parts of the body were in good condition, far better than those of ordinary people suffering from the plague.

"Li Xiaolangjun,"

Cold sweat broke out on Wang Bojian's forehead, and he cupped his hands and said: "We did not deliberately deceive you. During the day yesterday, Wang Bofan knew that his sin was serious and unpardonable. He also knew that he could not save his son.

He claimed that he would personally take Wang Jie's life.

We took a rope and went to Wang Jie's house. When he came out, he told us that he had strangled his son to death.

That’s why we just told you that Wang Jie is dead.”

"Any new rhetoric?"

Li Ang said calmly: "Should I believe your words, or should I believe in another possibility - Wang Bofan agrees to come with you to plead guilty and bear all the charges himself.

But the condition is that Wang needs to find a way to save his son's life.

For example, replace him with the body of a beggar who looks similar. Then throw Wang Jie to a remote mountain village and spend the rest of his life never returning to Taiyuan Prefecture or even Hedong Road."

Li Ang shook his head and did not dwell on this issue for too long. He glanced at the black spots and lumps on Wang Jie's body and asked Wang Bofan: "Is this the effect of Lihuagu's prescription?

Plague cannot be cured, but it can prolong life and forcibly delay the disease.

If you had donated this prescription to Taiyuan Prefecture, or even sold it to Taiyuan Prefecture, you might have been able to save many people."

Wang Bofan's eyes reflected the light of the burning fire in the hall. He looked at his son huddled on the ground with compassion, and whispered as if he was dreaming: "The medicinal materials used in the prescription are extremely precious, and even if they are taken out, Taiyuan Prefecture may not be able to use them.

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"At least it allows me and the bachelors from the Academy to study the pharmacological effects and try to use other medicinal materials instead. Even if it has only a little effect and can only delay the disease a little, it can allow more people to wait until the special medicine comes out.
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Save ten, a hundred, or even a thousand lives."

Li Ang paused for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said: "Wang Jie used streptomycin?"

Wang Bofan nodded slowly, "I used it."

"Heh."

Li Ang smiled. Wang's influence is indeed huge. Even now, the use and whereabouts of every streptomycin injection are recorded in the hospital.

I can still find a way to get one for Wang Jie to use.

The plague was brought into Taiyuan Prefecture by Wang Jie. He received the best treatment when he got the disease and lived longer than all the plague patients.

Even through privileges, he can use the latest inventions of his enemy.

Really, black humor.

Li Ang said calmly to Wang Jie: "Master Wang, the decision to instigate the people to besiege the prefect's mansion yesterday was made by your father.

If he succeeds, I will have to give up developing new drugs and leave Taiyuan Prefecture.

And you, of course, don’t need streptomycin injections.

Do you know about this matter?"

"Ahem——"

Wang Jie coughed and stood up unsteadily from the ground. He stared at Li Ang and said hoarsely: "I know now."

Li Ang raised his eyebrows slightly, "You don't hate your father?"

"Why hate?"

Wang Jie asked back: "If my father succeeds, you will be driven out of Taiyuan Prefecture, and the plague in Hedong Road will not be solved.

When the whole world defeats Yu next year, Taihao Mountain will not embarrass my Wang family.

If I can trade my life for the benefit of the entire Wang family, what's wrong with that?"

"Ha."

Li Ang burst into laughter, "A noble family, a family but no country."

"If the country does not love its people, why should the people love their country?"

Wang Jie said hoarsely: "The two books promulgated by the imperial court of the Yu State, one "Clan Chronicle" and one "Surname Record", are both intended to suppress the gentry clan.

Looking at the Yu Kingdom for three hundred years,

None of the five surnames and Seven Hopes has ever served as the commander of the Zhenfu Division, as a minister in the imperial palace, or as the head of the academy.

When did the Li Yu royal family and the Academy truly trust our family? Did they truly regard the family as a member of the Yu Kingdom?"

"If the aristocratic families didn't hate the academy and the imperial examination system so much, I think Yu Guoguo would integrate the aristocratic families into one."

Li Ang said calmly: "You just want to go back to the era of the ninth-grade Zhongzheng system, right?

Only look at bloodline and origin to determine superiority and inferiority,

Family status is always family status,

A poor family will always be a poor family,

Mud-legged people will always be mud-legged people. Even if there are one or two geniuses occasionally, relying on their spiritual talent and their own intelligence to reach high positions, they will be quickly absorbed and assimilated by the aristocratic family, and no new clan will be formed.

In this way, the existing aristocratic families can be prosperous and prosperous for thousands of years.

Just like the remaining nobles of Jing Kingdom.

Treat the people as pigs and dogs who can kill fish and meat at will, and cut off the grass and mustard that will grow again."

Along with his words,

A group of monks from the Supervision Department dragged out more people from Wang's residence.

They were put on handcuffs and shackles that blocked their spiritual power, and they knelt on the ground, their faces all ashen.

Also looking ashen-faced were Wang Bojian and the white-haired clan elder.

These people kneeling in the courtyard are all members of the Wang clan who were deeply involved in and implemented Wang Bofan's plan.

The number is much larger than the list they gave to Li Ang.

Among them are the sons and nephews of the white-haired old man.

"Wang Fengxue, Wang Bingde, Wang Yinglang..."

A monk from the Supervision Department started the roll call, and the other monks from the Supervision Department walked into the Wang clan and dragged out one person after another.

They were also handcuffed and shackled, and beaten to the ground.

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Cries, shouts, begging for mercy, overwhelmed the sound of the raging fire in the hall.

The wife cried and held her husband's arm,

The child cried and hugged his father's lap,

But he was unable to stop the actions of the monks from the Supervision Department.

Chu Haoman stood among the crowd and felt chills running down his spine.

It is true that many of those who were dragged out were the children of the Wang family who looked down upon his status as a son-in-law and usually ridiculed him.

But when so many familiar faces were dragged out of the crowd and thrown to the ground,

Chu Haoman still felt a strong coldness permeating his whole body.

He was really afraid that the monk from the Supervisory Department would report his name - even though he knew that he was not involved.

"Wang Shengkang, Wang Linian, Wang Qinian..."

The Supervision Department continued to announce names, and Li Ang saw a familiar figure being thrown to the ground.

It was Wang Linian, the monk of the Wang family whom he met during the Qishui Village incident.

The monk from the Supervisory Department next to him noticed his gaze and lowered his voice and said proactively: "The first plague ghost charm was posted in front of a house in the south of the city by this person who used his monk ability to bypass the government officers patrolling the streets.

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There were ten members of that family, including an infant baby, and no one survived."
To be continued...