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Chapter 217 The Wrath of Xiaoluantai (Part 2) 5/8

Thousands of people were dispatched on both sides, with nearly a hundred casualties.
The Zheng family then blocked all the canals leading to the Pan family on the Zheng family's fields.
In Xingyang County, the Zheng family's shops put out banners that they would not trade with the Pan family. You should know that since the Six Dynasties, the Zheng family has always dominated Xingyang. Although the Pan family is also a wealthy family, their background is not comparable to the Zheng family. There are many talents in the Zheng family, and after Pan Yue, there are only a handful of people who can take action.
After a hundred years of the Six Dynasties, the Zheng family monopolized countless basic industries in Xingyang.
Over the years, Zheng's family has been suppressed by the imperial court, and its vitality has been severely damaged.
But this lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the Zheng family in Xingyang is now incomparable to those days, if they really acted ruthlessly, they would still not be comparable to the Pan family. In just a few days, the Pan family's losses became particularly heavy.
The conflict between the two powerful families made the governor of Xingyang feel extremely headache.
And in Shicheng Village, Yang Shouwen finally woke up from a coma.
The moonlight shone through the window and shone on Yang Shouwen's face.
He opened his eyes and felt a sharp pain coming, making him unable to help but let out a moan.
The sound was not very loud, but it woke Yang Chenglie who was at the foot of the bed. He quickly stood up and rushed forward, "Shizi, you are awake!"
"Dad, I'm..."
Yang Shouwen realized that he was wrapped up like a mummy.
He couldn't help asking, and he immediately woke up.
His last memory was that he hugged his mother's tombstone and heard the shouts of Yang Chenglie and Yang Moli...
"Don't be afraid, you are at home now and it's very safe."
"Amma's tombstone..."
"Don't worry, your mother's tombstone is very good.
Your third uncle has already rushed back. He asked someone to make a tombstone with white marble and carve your poem on the stone slab. Your third uncle said, it's a pity that it's not written by Yizi, you personally, otherwise your mother would be able to appreciate your good words day and night, and she would be happier. By the way, your three willow lyrics were engraved in the Pangui Pavilion. Haha, my father took advantage of you this time, and I might be praised by others in the future."
Yang Chenglie grinned, but Yang Shouwen could see that tears flashed in his blood-covered eyes.
"Everyone is OK."
"How can it be bad if my family is here? You are unconscious these days, Qingnu and Erlang are very concerned about it. Yang Moli has eaten half of the past few days than before. Hehe, this is also good, and she has saved a lot of food in a row."
Yang Shouwen chuckled, but pulled the wound and then opened his mouth.
"Is it okay?"
"fine!"
Yang Chenglie then stood up and lit the oil lamp.
"The boy from the Zheng family has come every day these days... He said he was dissatisfied, but he was chasing you "Journey to the West".
Haha, you have been unconscious these days, and your home is much deserted.
Yizi, get up early, everyone is waiting for your recovery... By the way, the brewer introduced by Erjiurang is also here. Your mother is discussing these days that she wants to open a wine cellar at the foot of the mountain and it will not take long to make wine by herself."
"This is a good thing."
"Of course it's a good thing..."
When Yang Chenglie said this, his eyes turned red and his voice was a little choked.
"Yizi, get better quickly.
Last night, your mother asked me to dream and scold me for being useless. She was thinking about you too. When you get better, we will go to Guangwu Mountain again. Then let's see it for your mother, don't worry her. When you lie down, your family will be a little panicked."
The big hand covered with calluses brushed past Yang Shouwen's cheek.
Yang Chenglie's hands were very rough, like sandpaper, but it made Yang Shouwen feel inexplicably at ease.
"Are I lie down, is there a big mess outside?"
"Why isn't it powerful?" Yang Chenglie smiled and said, "The Pan family wished they could live in the prefecture government office, and they were worried all day long."
"Um?"
"It's not your eldest brother yet!"
Yang Chenglie whispered: "Remember, when you had a feud with Hu Er in Changping, to be honest, I don't agree with it.
But I didn't expect that Hu'er was so loyal. After you fell into a coma, he ran to the Pan family that night and killed an elder of the Pan family. In the past few days, he has not come back and has appeared around the Pan family. It is said that he has killed several tough characters in the Pan family. Your 29th Uncle said that the Pan family is now like a frightened bird, and he doesn't even dare to go out alone."
Yang Shouwen smiled!
This is indeed the style of Abusjdah.
He can't speak, but he will prove it with his actions... He was unconscious this time, and I think Jeddah would be very angry and annoyed.
"Let me find a way to get my elder brother back. If you walk too much at night, you will always be in danger."
"Well, I'll ask Erlang to find him back tomorrow morning."
After chatting with Yang Shouwen and Yang Chenglie for a while, they felt inexplicably exhausted.
Judging from his appearance, Yang Chenglie understood it, so he covered him with a quilt and whispered: "Shizi, you rest first.
I'll be with you next to you. If you need it, call me."
"Thank you for your hard work."
"Silly boy, you are my son. It's natural for me to take care of my son. Why do you say it's hard?"
Yang Chenglie grinned and rubbed Yang Shouwen's head.
Yang Shouwen nodded and then closed his eyes.
Yang Chenglie walked over and blew out the oil lamp. The room fell into silence again, and only a faint sound of breathing came.
Luoyang, inside Xuanren Gate.
Xuanren Gate is the east gate of the east city of Luoyang City in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It connects to the east of the east gate, crosses the Luobeilifang District, and washes the face and has more than a dozen yamen in the east city.
Located in a corner southwest of Xitian Street in Xuanrenmen, there is an inconspicuous yamen.
This yamen belongs to Menxia Province in name, which is now the Luantai.
But in fact, even officials from the provinces do not know the real purpose of this yamen. Most of the yamen are female officials, directly in the yamen. The outside is guarded strictly, and ordinary people cannot get close to it. On the surface, the officials here mainly copy some official documents and keep them as their own. The nature is more similar to the archives in later generations.
It's already late at night.
In the public housing of the yamen, a beautiful woman in her thirties was reading at her desk.
After a moment, she suddenly frowned, and the beautiful face immediately covered her haze.
She lit up the oil lamp and carefully read the official Wenzai in her hand, the anger on her face became stronger and stronger. There was a tattoo that was not very conspicuous under her right ear. As the anger enveloped, the tattoo turned red.
It was a tattoo in the shape of a phoenix, appearing vividly and about to come out.
"Come!"
She suddenly let out a loud shout, and the female official standing at the door was in charge of work, and she was so excited that she quickly walked into the public room.
"Why didn't this Xingyang memorial be submitted to the Holy Listen?"
She said, throwing the memorial in her hand to the ground.
The female official hurried forward, picked up the memorial and glanced at it, and her face turned pale.
"This Duke Yao thought it was just a family matter between the two surnames of Xingyang and there was no need to pay attention to it, so he ordered the governor of Xingyang to let him deal with it as appropriate."
"Family affairs of the two surnames?"
A trace of fierceness flashed in the beautiful woman's eyes.
"In my opinion, Mr. Yao dare not provoke these wealthy nobles."
The female official stood there, silent.
A beautiful woman can say such words, but she, a little female official, dare not judge at will... (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!
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