When the Manchus retreated north, Fan Yongdou knew the news, but he did not leave. In fact, not only him, but none of the eight imperial merchants left.

Shanxi merchants emphasize "get rich by the end and keep it with the root". This sentence is engraved on the bones of Shanxi merchants, so most Shanxi merchants buy land and real estate with the money they earn. Fan Yongdou can leave, but his land cannot leave, his house, ticket number, shop, workshop... cannot leave.

The Manchus were happy to see them not leaving. After all, if they survived, the future supplies, weapons, food and supplies would be needed to trade with the Central Plains.

In the Fan family courtyard, Fan Yongdou's appearance was very generous, but he was dressed in a regular manner. A small cashmere vest was covered in a black satin robe. He wore a six-held hat to cover his bare head. The butler and a few companions stood beside him all bowed their heads and lowered their eyebrows. Some of the rules in these old houses were even stricter than the palace.

People outside were panic, and the entire Fan family compound was rumored that the Regent sent a Xia Wanchun to clean up Shanxi.

"Master, it's scary outside. It's said that Hou Xuanyan sent Xia Wanchun to fight us. The people below all have something to hide in their hearts. A few days ago, the shopkeeper Sun from East Street left the shop and fled back to his hometown."

Fan Yongdou took the tea from the maid next to him, and there was no panic in his eyes. He was the leader of Shanxi merchants, but his heart was surging, and his face was still as calm as water. Without this ability, he would not be able to do what he is today.

"Tell the people below, don't listen to some mud legs outside spreading rumors. Is this land in Shanxi still far away?" Fan Yongdou turned his eyes calmly, and the people below were still frightened. Then he smiled and said, "The officials in the world are the same. Have you seen a few people who don't like money? The prefect of Liu from Datong, who was known as a clean and honest man, wasn't he bought a dog like a dog? I'm not afraid that your official position is as clear as water, and it's worth more than my wealth? Send someone to Taiyuan and give me a gift! If you don't have ten thousand taels, you'll have one million taels."

The old housekeeper's face returned to his usual shrewdness and said, "It's still the master who has knowledge. There are indeed no officials who are not greedy."

"Hmph, don't be greedy? That's the price you pay is not enough." Fan Yongdou's confidence comes from his past success. Their behavior is almost blatant, but there are people in the court, and no one can touch them.

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On Gaogang in the distance, Hong Yizhuo and several subordinates overlooked the Fan family compound.

The younger brothers around were all new spies. The Jiangnan purge was in full swing. Zhao Yuanhua didn't have enough people, so he seconded Hong Yizhuo's men.

Zhang Hao was wearing a short and strong suit and dark skin. His career at sea was the most gritty person. Only those who fought with the wind and waves in the sea knew the comfort of the ground.

As the sun sets, Zhang Hao looked at the calm Hong Yizhuo, and his eyes were full of admiration. At that time, there were two thousand residents in Jiading, who would not envy Xu Yuanbao and Hong Yizhuo because he saved the river and stayed on the other side. From then on, he followed Master Hou to start a wonderful road to attack the Qing Dynasty.

"Boss, do you think they will run away?"

Hong Yizhuo smiled and said, "No, you can see this house that you can't see. This is just the tip of the Fan family's iceberg. Merchants in Shanxi like to buy land, build houses, and bury silver. These things are like chains for dogs, tied them up."

Hong Yizhuo said nothing badly. Before he came, he had done research with Hou Xuanyan. Shanxi merchants liked to lend money and bury money. These habits made them unable to take back all their wealth in a short time, and no one was willing to give up their wealth like a mountain of gold and flee outside the pass.

"Then will they be desperate and fight against us?"

Hong Yizhuo and a few spies laughed out loud, looked at the new little brother, and said, "Fighting with dragons and elephants, at least it must be tigers and leopards. Even if the dog is anxious, it is at most a mad dog. They are not enough to fight with our Qianxiang Camp."

The older spy on the left laughed and said, "Haha, it's a long way to go!"

When Zhang Hao saw that Hong Yizhuo did not scold him and was still very excited, he couldn't help but ask in a state of mind: "Boss, can you tell the story of the war?"

A few senior spies next to him sneered at it. The newcomer is a newcomer and is not steady at all. Now, when you are following, it is too unprofessional to tell stories. They instinctively thought that the always-standard leader would scold him.

Hong Yizhuo chuckled and said, "What's the point of talking about in war? If the Tartars don't come, I would rather stay on the mountain and live with my masters and brothers for the rest of my life. I don't know how happy it is."

The contempt on the faces of several spies had not yet dissipated, and when they heard Hong Yizhuo really talk, they all raised their ears and slowly moved their butts. Soon they gathered next to Hong Yizhuo and listened to the story attentively.

"At that time, the Qing soldiers fought over and killed people everywhere. Several senior brothers asked their master for his orders, wanting to go down the mountain to kill the Tartars. The master said that although the Taoist temple was small, it was a seven hundred years of incense inheritance. There were still several generations of corpses buried in the back mountain, and a wardrobe was left behind.

There are seventeen of us brothers in total, and no one wants to stay. Master asked us to compete in martial arts.

At that time, I was young and didn't know what Tartars were or were not Tartars, nor did I see Qing soldiers killing people. To me, the Qing soldiers and Ming soldiers were not the same. The Ming soldiers were more fierce than anyone else when they killed people.

That day, the senior brothers seemed to have their hands and feet tied up in the middle of the Taoist temple, and they were not as good as usual. I didn’t understand it at that time, so I thought I had improved so much and was very proud.”

The surroundings became quiet, and everyone followed Hong Yizhuo's faint tone, as if they had reached the Taoist temple that was indifferent to the world.

"Master handed the whisk handed down from the Taoist temple to me, and then took the senior brothers down the mountain without looking back. I didn't take it seriously, thinking that it would be possible to come back soon with their ability. Not long after, the former regular visitor of the temple, Mr. Huang Chunyao, the master's friend of Jiading, came. He was covered in blood and his clothes were dyed red.

I rescued him, bandaged him the wound, and felt very happy to save him, but Lord Huang didn't want to live again. He wrote a line of words on the wall: Advance cannot be promoted to the dynasty, retreat cannot be kept clean, study hard, study hard, and study hard, and be unrestrained, this is just this heart. In the future, the atmosphere of the barbarians will be calm again. When the Chinese scholars and common people see the light of the sky, they should know my heart!

After writing, Lord Huang committed suicide. Before he died, he told me that his master and his senior brothers had died in Xicheng, so he asked me to hide and collect their bodies.

I ran down the mountain like crazy. The Xicheng had been broken long ago. The city was covered with corpses, but my master's senior brother was not found. I lay on the ground and vomited out all the meal for three days. A series of footsteps and grinning came. I hid among the pile of corpses and escaped the search of the Qing soldiers. The Qing soldiers who had gone past were leading a horse with dozens of heads tied on the horse's back. He was about to ask for me. When I saw the master, his head was very easy to recognize and his head was covered with white hair.

After returning to the mountain, I burned the Taoist temple with a torch, and followed the surviving people in Jiading to the bamboo forest."

Everyone knows what happened next, and it has long been compiled into various narratives and operas. Hou Xuanyan, the eldest son of the leader of the Jiading Township Soldier, resurrected from the dead, led the eight hundred township soldiers out of the bamboo forest, smeared his face with blood and returned to Jiading, and then started a legend with the surviving two thousand people.

After Hong Yizhuo finished speaking, he smiled and said, "What are you watching me? I am also from Jiading, who has not had a deep blood hatred yet? But this is the first time I said it. After I really said it, my heart felt much more relaxed."

The afterglow of the sunset in northern Shanxi sprinkles on the rich Fan family courtyard, dyeing the whole world bloody. If the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River is the caress of a girl, the spring breeze in the northwest is like raping everyone who has been "stroked" by it.

On the official road in Shanxi, a team of cavalry rushed from Taiyuan to Datong. The strong wind blew the dust raised by the horse's hooves far away. In the sandstorm, it was difficult to see the banner of this man, but the scale was quite large.

Three days later, the whole of Shanxi was shocked by something. Hou Xia Wanchun, Xiangxi, sent troops to Datong to capture the whole family of Shanxi merchant leader Fan Yongdou.

Ten million taels of silver and three million taels of gold were dug out from the ground of the Fan family compound. In the Fan Mansion, half a county town, there were countless gold, silver and treasures, and hundreds of shops were seized. The Fan family's carriage team was enough to carry the supplies and transportation of hundreds of thousands of people, and Xia Wanchun felt like he had obtained the treasure.

In the Fan family's courtyard, the granary that stretches for several miles is divided into thirty small warehouses, each filled with grain. In the warehouse, there are all ironware, gunpowder, and armor.

Hong Yizhuo took a breath of air. If Qianxiang Camp had not touched the mansion to capture the thief and captured the king first and took Fan Yongdou, it would have been difficult to deal with him. Unlike the wealthy merchants in Jiangnan, these people were his mother arms dealers, and there were many northwest men under his command, so they were not the master who was waiting to be killed.

Things went much smoother next time. The Fan family was destroyed, and the other traitors were led by the remaining seven royal merchants, so there was no one who didn't understand the meaning of the court.

Jin Liangyu, who had always been with Fan Yongdou, was the first to react and recruited a group of desperate people in the local area. In addition, he forced the servants from the mansion to flee north. They had been managing Shanxi for many years and were familiar with the roads in the north, so they really fled to Mongolia.

The Mongolian Chahar tribe warmly welcomed this old friend and patted his chest and swearing to ensure that he would be safe.

Datong, Hunan Army Camp,

Xia Wanchun slapped the table with a palm and said angrily: "What are you doing? Can't even stop a businessman from fighting soldiers?"

"General, Jin Liangyu has been operating in the local area for many years, and his people are everywhere. Alas... we... he abandoned most of his property and escaped from the bottom lane with soft softness."

With this lesson, the Hunan Bing first raised all the mansions of all the traitors and businessmen, and some even surrounded the entire county town.

On April 12, the second year of Jingyou, the Hunan Barracks bombarded the Wang family courtyard and blocked Wang Dayu at home, killing everyone.

On April 15, Qianxiang Camp generals Liang Jiabin, Tian Shenglan and Zhai Tang were captured alive and executed in the downtown Datong city.

On April 20, Huang Yunfa committed suicide at home. His body was moved out and hung on the top of the city with spices, which attracted the rotten birds to peck and tear them.

The news reached Jiangnan, and Hou Xuanyan was in Suzhou, and his first child was about to be born.

After listening to the spy's report in the study, Hou Xuanyan slapped the table and cursed: "Eight of them were captured in 130,000, and one more ran away? The Chahar tribe sent 6,000 people to help Jiannu. This revenge has not been avenged yet, and now I am hiding my prisoner is looking for death. Tell Xia Wanchun to use the obtained supplies, grain and weapons, so that the court will not transport them back and forth again. Send a few officials to count these and how many days of salary you have spent, so you won't have to transport money and grain to Shanxi these days.

As for Jin Liangyu, I must let him die in Shanxi. Even if he can't get rid of his life, his body will be rotten in Shanxi. The eight traitors agreed to kill eight of them, and eight of them would have to be killed, and one of them would be a lot."

Hou Xuanyan slapped the table and roared, and Xiaoxiao, who was scared, hurriedly reminded: "Master, whisper, don't scare our Mrs. Jin and the little master in her belly."

"What are you afraid of? I'm a hero, my father, I'm a hero for a lifetime. Even if he's in his mother's womb, he can't be scared by a few roars." Although Hou Xuanyan said this, his voice was obviously weaker. Xiaoxiao curled her lips, and did not intend to expose him, and continued to grind ink beside her.

Hou Xuanyan wrote: "The Mongol Yuan is the blood feud of the Han family. In the past, the Song Dynasty was in decline, and the northern Yi of the Yuan Dynasty entered China, causing trouble to the world and poisoning the people. Although they were driven out, they were repeatedly ill-hearted. Now they are inhabited by fugitives and provoked trouble. The governor of Shanxi, Hou Xia Wanchun, raised troops to fight, first bleeding the old hatred and then avenged new revenge."

Hou Xuanyan blew the ink traces and asked the spy to send him to Shanxi. What he didn't know at this time was that the battle between Datong, Shanxi had already started.

The Qing soldiers who fled outside the pass were the most powerful, with Haoge and Ajige, and they helped Xiao Shunzhi together. Although the two yellow flags and the two white flags continued to fight under their respective leaders, their relationship eased a lot. After all, for them now, the foreign enemies are too strong, and the soil for internal fighting is not so fertile. Jiannu, who has returned to his hard life, always misses the flower world of the Central Plains. While Yan Yingyuan was preparing for the plan to conquer Liao, the Jiannu of Manchu was also planning to re-enter the pass.

Fan Wencheng, who had always been concerned about the situation in Shanxi, heard that Hou Xuanyan began to purge Shanxi, and immediately made a letter of letter, persuaded the Qing masters to release Ezhe from the Chahar tribe and ask him to go back and lead the Mongols to confront the Northern Expedition Army in Shanxi.

Ezhe was the son of Lin Danhan, the last true Khan of Mongolia. After Lin Danhan died, Ezhe was defeated and captured. The heir of the Khan king was detained in Shengjing, which has always been a shame for everyone in the Chahar tribe. In order to win back Ezhe, his son even prepared to raise troops to fight against the Qing Dynasty. The Qing Dynasty, who actually controlled Mongolia, immediately adopted Fan Wencheng's opinion and put Ezhe back.

The loyal Fan Wencheng once again helped his master solve a big hidden danger and could also restrain the Northern Expedition Army in Datong. Fan Wencheng is a friend of Manchu and the leader among traitors!

The Chahar tribe welcomed their king again, and the clan was full of joy. At this time, Xia Wanchun, who was furious, had already led his troops out of the pass.
Chapter completed!