After a spring rain yesterday, the buildings in Chang'an City were green with new willows, and the undulating mountains in the distance outside the city were as green as black.
The bluestone slabs on the street were washed brand new by the rain, and all the dust and ash were washed away. Pedestrians crowded out of the city and went to the fields to continue the unfinished spring plowing. The plan for the year is spring, and this rain is just the time to finish the work.
If the soil in the field is watered thoroughly and there is sufficient moisture, the seeds will germinate and grow faster after being planted.
As long as there is no drought in the summer and irrigation is provided by various water conservancy projects built in the past two years, the entire Qinchuan River of 800 miles will definitely have a good harvest.
But today, all the joy brought by this spring rain has been diluted a lot by the roaring gathering incident in the East Market last night. There were riots and fires, making people panic all night long. What was the last panic in the city?
when?
Think about it, that was when Jieli Khan led the Turkic wolf cavalry to arrive at the Weishui River in a thousand-mile surprise attack, forcing His Majesty to sign an alliance under the city...
By the way, what's going on recently? Chang'an, which has been at peace for many years, is always doing things one after another?
When the notice from Jingzhao Mansion was posted, the whole city was in an uproar!
public trial?
This is a strange thing. In the past, I only heard about it in dramas. It is said that in order to punish those criminals who have committed heinous crimes, the government will tie them up and place them in front of the government office, and publicly try them in front of the people, and judge them on the spot!
That's the kind of treatment only a treacherous and evil criminal can get!
Before, everyone didn't pay much attention to what happened in the East Market last night. Those traders always disliked the high tax rate, always complained about high costs and low profits, and always had various dissatisfactions while making money, but no one was too lazy to care.
For ordinary people, even if they are so poor that they only have two acres of land and a house, they still regard themselves as higher than those traders who are rich and luxurious. Without him, "scholars, farmers, industry and merchants" are not just words.
, merchants are not allowed to take the imperial examination as officials, this alone is enough to make the people hold their heads high in front of the merchants!
Although when the imperial examination system was first formulated, Fang Erlang advocated that merchants should be given the qualifications to participate in the imperial examination without discrimination, but he was opposed by the ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, including his own father Fang Xuanling!
What is a merchant?
He's just a villain who forgets his loyalty when he sees profit!
No matter how poor we are, one day we will have the opportunity to make a fortune and rise to the top. What is the use of merchants who have money? Even if they eat delicious food every day, their ancestors can only stay at the bottom of society, being exploited and looked down upon.
!
But now there are notices posted all over the city, and people are passing on their hearsay information to each other, and everyone suddenly understands the whole story.
And then... the public resentment boils!
It turns out that Fang Erlang, who "loved the people as his son", was actually demoted by the emperor because of causing trouble among traders?
It turns out that those so-called "traders" are actually domestic slaves raised by aristocratic families?
It turns out that the beloved Fang Erlang was framed by these dirty and despicable traders and lost his official position?
The sky is clear, is there any royal law?
As a result, countless people who were grateful to Fang Jun for praying for rain on Lishan Mountain and later building water conservancy projects swarmed out from all the streets and gathered outside the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion. They squatted naked by the wall in anger at being guarded by soldiers.
The vendors nearby threw away rotten vegetable leaves and even bricks and tiles.
The soldiers were unable to stop them, and the vendors immediately began to scream in agony. Many of them were even beaten to death and wailing. However, in the face of countless angry people, no one could muster the courage to resist, for fear of being beaten to death or maimed.
When the elf traders saw the large number of people and the chaos, they thought they had an opportunity, so they took advantage of the chaos to get rid of the guards of the soldiers and mixed into the ranks of the people with the intention of escaping. However, they were immediately picked out and beaten.
There was no way, the pants were cut into strips one by one and used as ropes, and blending in with the crowd with bare buttocks, it was more conspicuous than a goat blending into a herd of wild boars...
"You bastard, do you think I don't know that you are a relative of the Linghu family? In the past, you didn't look like a nice person. You had a sharp mouth and a mean face. You look just like the old immortal in your family!"
This is nonsense. After all, Linghu Dena has a square face and thick eyebrows, but he is sanctimonious. When did he get involved with a sharp-mouthed monkey?
"Hey, look at this guy. Isn't he the guy from the distant house of the Dou family in the south of the city whose wife was stolen? Your Dou family is really capable. There are still dead people in the house who haven't been buried yet, and they still have the heart to come out and do harm.
people?"
We are all neighbors, who doesn’t know each other? I know you even if you are naked...
A group of traders were all dying of shame and anger. Eight generations of their ancestors had been dug out. Not only had their own lives been disgraced, but the faces of their families, clans, and ancestors had also been disgraced. Some of them had not yet been recognized.
Some of them squeezed under the wall as hard as they could, some covered their faces, some covered their buttocks...
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"Mom! Does his second roommate want to sit on my head and pee or something? Dad, don't worry about me. I haven't settled the debt with him for my broken leg that day, and now he's doing this, and I have to break up with him.
Don't talk too much, otherwise no one in Chang'an will remember who I am, Gao Zhenxing!"
Shen Guogong Mansion, study room.
Gao Zhenxing has been recovering from his leg injury these days, but his father, Gao Shilian, has kept him at home. He is feeling depressed when he suddenly hears that Fang Jun is about to put the merchants who work in the workplace at a public trial. The children of the aristocratic family are naturally very knowledgeable, and they can spot Fang Jun at a glance.
He suddenly became furious and wanted to go out to settle the score with Fang Jun.
However, Gao Shilian ignored him and allowed him to jump around hurriedly and sip tea slowly. After a while, he raised his eyelids, looked at his eldest son Gao Xingxing, who was sitting below him, and asked in a deep voice:
"Su, that whole thing... was it your idea or Ji Fu's idea?"
Gao Jifu did not dare to lie and said quickly: "It was Uncle Ji Fu's idea, but after Uncle Ji Fu told his son, his son had no objection."
If there is no objection, it is in favor.
Gao Shilian shook his head slightly and remained silent.
He had high hopes for this son, believing that he was the one most likely to succeed him in the title and power among his descendants. However, Su's handling of the matter was extremely stupid, and he was naturally a little disappointed.
When Gao Xingcheng saw his father's silence, he immediately knew that his father was unhappy because he was familiar with his father's temperament. He was unavoidably worried and said humbly: "My son knows that he is wrong. Please ask your father to teach you."
Gao Shilian raised his eyes, glanced at his eldest son, then at his fourth son, and sighed slowly. He didn't care, but who said these were all his sons?
I had no choice but to brace myself up and carry out my sincere teachings to Gao: "In official circles, interests come first. Although it is not like having no father and son in a battle, it is not much different. From now on, no matter who you deal with, you must hide one thought.
You can't say everything, and you can't do everything. There must always be room for maneuver, so as not to end up in a desperate situation. As far as Su's matter is concerned, Ji Fu can definitely come forward on his own, but why should he discuss it with you?
?That’s because he felt that once the matter was revealed to His Majesty or the Crown Prince was blamed, he couldn’t bear the responsibility himself, so he asked you to bear the responsibility, because your father and I were standing behind you... You should get away in time and not cause trouble.
Remember, with the current powerful position of my Gao family, there is no need to consider the issue of taking sides. We only need to stand firmly on His Majesty's side. We can do our own thing on small matters, but on big issues of right and wrong
, you must be firm!"
What's the little thing?
Naturally, it is for the benefit of the family, and it can go against His Majesty's will. It doesn't matter.
And what is right and wrong?
Naturally, it’s a battle for the crown prince!
The Gao family does not need to follow the dragon's merits. Support whomever your Majesty likes. That is enough!
If you want to be greedy and get more, you will often lose more...
Gao Xingcheng said sincerely: "My son has realized his mistake."
Gao Shilian said slowly: "In the future, you should cultivate your moral character, work well in the household department, and stay away from those people with ulterior motives, including Ji Fu and your cousin."
Gao Jingcheng was stunned, cousin...who is the eldest son Wuji?
Gao Shilian ignored his eldest son and reprimanded Gao Zhenxing: "Why do you show off your authority all day long? You are already a grown man. When will you be able to calm down and save me some trouble?"
Gao Zhenxing was startled. His father had been very doting on him since he was a child. Such a tone of voice was extremely rare. He quickly said: "My son knows his mistakes and will correct them in the future." After thinking about it, he felt a little unwilling, and then said
Asked: "Can we just let the second house hold that kind of public trial? My son can guarantee that that guy is extremely wicked and will definitely put a plaque around the neck of our vendor, writing down his name and who committed what crime.
, or even place of origin... people don’t know the reason, so they will inevitably spread rumors. When the time comes, our family’s good reputation for hundreds of years will be destroyed! "
The people who know you best are often your enemies. Gao Zhenxing is convinced that Fang Jun will definitely do such a thing!
Gao Shilian glared at him and said, "You and Fang Jun are almost the same age, but they have already become famous for their literary talent at a young age, and their official positions have been rising rapidly. But look at yourself, what can you get?"
The one who took action? Go back to your yard and stay there. When your temper calms down, I will let you out."
Gao Zhenxing couldn't hold back his anger, but he didn't dare to argue with his father. He could only keep winking at his eldest brother Gao Zhenxing...
Gao Xingcheng pondered for a moment and said, "Father, you can't really let Fang Junhu do it, can you?"
Gao Shilian sighed again, these two sons have limited talents and cannot take on big responsibilities...
"Both of you, please calm down. Fang Jun is not really a stick, so how could he do such a thing as forming a deadly feud with the family? Boss, please go back and bring some money to redeem all the people in our family.
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Gao Zhenxing was shocked: "Paying to redeem people? Fang Jun started such a big battle just to get us to use money to redeem people?"
No way!
How much does this person have to love money to do something like this and ask for a ransom?
But thinking about it carefully, there seems to be nothing that the mallet can't do...