There are no coincidences in the world, only people calculate!
Such a good timing, just when the angel was delivering the edict, and a well-calculated layout allowed the messenger to open his mouth and shout out why someone was coming.
Even if you want to hide it, you can't hide it, and you can't stop it.
Zhou Fengxiang!
Jiang Wenyuan looked over fiercely. Zhou Fengxiang, who was standing in the crowd, did not look at him. His expression was not as surprised as the others, but rather with a hint of understanding.
Sure enough, it was him. Jiang Wenyuan gritted his teeth, wishing he could devour him on the spot.
"Master Jiang!"
The angel's voice sounded in my ears again, with a bit of solemnity.
"Do you want me to bully you?"
Jiang Wenyuan looked outside the official hall, looked at the closed door, and finally gritted his teeth.
"Open the door!" he shouted.
The door of the official hall opened, and a group of generals came out and looked at dozens of people, tall and short, standing in front of the door, including soldiers, armored warriors, and civilians.
Fang Zhonghe, who came over after hearing the news, couldn't help but feel his legs weaken. He stretched out his hand to hold the corner of the wall, looking shocked and in disbelief.
Why are these people getting together again?
Before he left after the battle, he deliberately dispersed the survivors who had escaped with him to different places, in order to prevent them from getting together and thinking about things they shouldn't think or talk about.
Those things will be forgotten as time goes by, not to mention that fleeing in the face of battle is also a serious crime that requires beheading for them.
No one is so stupid as to risk his own life for the sake of a dead person!
What's going on? What's going on?
"I am the brave Liu Kui of the Xizhai tent. I would like to prove that the five men of Maoyuan Mountain fought to the death and defended the city, and that General Zhonghe abandoned the city and escaped."
"I am a survivor of Linguan Village. I am willing to testify that the five men from Maoyuan Mountain fought to the death to defend the city and that General Zhonghe took the credit for abandoning the city and escaping."
As these two sentences were shouted out, more shouts followed.
"I am willing to testify! I am willing to testify!"
"I can testify that they are the dead soldiers defending the city!"
"I testify, I testify!"
The voices of dozens of people rang out one after another and finally merged together. The whole street was filled with the sound, and it seemed as if the entire city was being shouted by soldiers and civilians.
The faces of the generals standing on the steps in front of the door turned ugly, while Fang Zhonghe outside the crowd turned around and ran away quickly with a pale face.
The sound spread around, and Xu Sigen, who was sitting in the prison cell of the government hall, slowly turned his head.
"What's that sound?"
"What's wrong?"
The guards outside asked one after another, and when they looked outside, they heard news not long after.
"Many people came to testify against the five people from Maoyuan Mountain!"
"There are dozens of people! They are shouting in front of the angel!"
"So, the five people from Maoyuan Mountain really made a contribution?"
Everyone's eyes turned to the cell.
Xu Sigen in the cell did not get excited and yell, but still sat and listened greedily to the noisy and vague sounds coming from outside.
We testify, we testify.
Xu Sigen leaned his head against the wall, tears falling down his face that was scarred by whipping.
He didn't cry when he knew they died in battle.
He didn't cry when they were burned into ashes.
There is no need to cry. There is nothing to cry about dying for the country. Instead, you should laugh.
As expected, he opened his mouth and smiled. He should laugh, he must laugh!
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"I did this? What good does it do me to do this?"
In the official hall with the doors and windows closed, Zhou Fengxiang sneered and reached out to pick up the memorials placed on several tables.
"The signature on this memorial is mine, the investigation was conducted by me, and the deployment of the army was also approved by me. Jiang Wenyuan, you are the deputy commander, and I am the supervisor. If you command inappropriately, I will fail to supervise. The crime must be punished first."
It’s my sin!”
Jiang Wenyuan sneered and said nothing.
Someone pushed the door open and came in.
"Sir, let me ask you clearly." The man said, "The messenger took Liu Kui's money."
Jiang Wenyuan still sneered and looked at Zhou Fengxiang.
"So so many people are paid? This Liu Kui really has money to buy the lives of so many people." He said coldly.
"It's not Liu Kui who is rich, it's the people in Maoyuan Mountain who are rich," said a general.
"Yes, I've also heard that Xu Sigen has lost all his family wealth these days." Someone else also said.
These words made Jiang Wenyuan look even angrier.
"How much wealth does he have to lose?" he shouted.
"Sir, I just made inquiries and visits and learned that in the past nearly four months since the Linguanzhai War, he has been visiting the remaining homes every day. He has kept a constant supply of firewood, rice, grain and oil. He has given them away again, and again, and again, and money. Those
People are half-covered, but we can roughly estimate that there are about two hundred thousand guan." A general stood up from the side and said.
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the hall was shocked.
Two hundred thousand dollars!
"It took me three years on the Northwest Road to save a net worth of 100,000 yuan..." A general sitting in the back murmured, "Those little soldiers have a net worth of 200,000 yuan in three years..."
"This is impossible!" Jiang Wenyuan shouted.
This is impossible, many people here also shouted in their hearts.
With a net worth of 200,000 yuan, who would come here!
Who would lose a fortune of 200,000 yuan so easily?
With a net worth of 200,000 yuan, who the hell cares about justice!
"Why do I look like I knew this? I know, Mr. Jiang, you don't know who they are." Zhou Fengxiang sneered, "The owner of Taipingju in Beijing can earn at least 20,000 yuan in bonuses per year.
Seven people, three years, and two hundred thousand dollars, what’s impossible?”
"There are 200,000 yuan or even more. People are willing to throw their lives here. How can they be willing to give up if it's not just to gain a future and gain credit and erase other people's achievements!"
"Two hundred thousand dollars, how come you can't buy those people to stand up and testify?"
"I am afraid of being prosecuted if I come out to testify. With these two hundred thousand, let alone guilt, they are willing to do it even if I pay for their lives!"
"I told you that this matter needs to be investigated carefully. Jiang Wenyuan, you didn't take it seriously and investigate it carefully. Instead, you threatened me not to picket, and used everyone's future to blackmail me? You can blackmail me, why can't you blackmail these numbers?
Everyone!"
"I don't even think about it. People can make such a big fuss in the capital, and can make such a big fuss in front of His Majesty. How about a small northwest?"
"You still doubt me now, so what if you doubt me? I also doubt that you want to send us to death on purpose!"
Zhou Fengxiang sighed angrily and threw the memorial in his hand at Jiang Wenyuan. The generals next to him hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.
The official hall was in chaos.
Jiang Wenyuan's face looked very ugly.
Of course he also knew the origins of the Maoyuanshan brothers, but he never imagined that he would spend such a huge amount of money!
Two hundred thousand gu! This time the imperial court rewarded Northwest China with only 2 million guan in total. That was the reward for the entire northwest, and the seven of them only received 200,000 guan.
If you are so rich, why would you want to be a soldier? Are you here to trick him on purpose?
"Master Jiang, Master Zhou." A general stood up after hesitation and said, "Now let's stop questioning each other. We are all grasshoppers on a rope. No one can escape. The angel is still waiting over there.
If he doesn't give an explanation, what he saw today will be enough to answer the emperor when he gets up and goes out, then when the time comes, it will really be..."
Everyone in the hall fell silent.
Yes, the most important thing now is the angel.
In order to keep the angel who was about to leave in a rage, they paid a full 10,000 yuan for tea.
Two hundred thousand dollars...
This number flashed through Jiang Wenyuan's mind, and he cursed "Mother" fiercely again.
I thought it was a competition for power, but I didn’t expect it was actually a competition for money. Damn it, money can make all the difference, and the boat capsized in the gutter!
"Sir, in the final analysis, this matter was all caused by Fang Zhonghe who took advantage of the situation and concealed it." A general said, "After the war, the soldiers were seriously injured, and the morale of the soldiers needed to be appeased. He deceived him, and you and I didn't know about it until today."
"That's it?" Jiang Wenyuan said, holding on to several cases with a serious expression.
"Then what else can we do? Could it be that we forced him to risk his merits to receive a promotion and become a noble?" Zhou Fengxiang said.
Jiang Wenyuan glanced at him and said nothing.
"Sir, it's not too late."
"My lord, we can't delay any longer."
The generals said one after another.
"In this way, what they told us is confirmed." Jiang Wenyuan said.
"Isn't it true that you haven't settled down yet?" someone asked anxiously.
As long as the official seal of Northwest China is not attached, it is not fully confirmed.
Jiang Wenyuan's expression changed as he held several cases.
"Sir, those people's appeals are only talking about what happened to Fang Zhonghe at that time. In fact, in the final analysis, they are just the generals who fled and were left behind and refused to accept their grievances. Then just let them not be aggrieved." Someone urged.
People in the hall also agreed one after another.
It seems that this is all we can do. If we delay it any longer, I don’t know what trouble will happen. Let’s end it as soon as possible. It will be nothing more than being reprimanded by the emperor for the crime of negligence.
"Bring Fang Zhonghe here." Jiang Wenyuan said, "Please ask Lord Angel to investigate in person and listen to his confession."
He spoke in an emphatic tone in person and in his confessions.
"You have to keep a close eye on him and don't let him run away and start talking nonsense." A general added slowly.
The attendant standing in the hall, his eyes twinkling, bowed and responded.
After seeing the people gathered in front of the official hall, Fang Zhonghe turned around and ran out of the city. He was stopped by the city guards at the city gate. No matter what he said, these people would not let him go.
Locked up.
This is not an accident, this is arranged by someone. Otherwise, why would the people here stop him? Obviously there is no news from the government office! This is not something that the few soldiers who made trouble and testified can do it.
, but people from the government office!
In the simple wing at the city gate, Fang Zhonghe was tied and sitting on the ground, gnashing his teeth.
Who is it? Who is it?
How did things become like this?
There were sounds of galloping horses and voices outside the door, and then someone stood by the door.
"Fang Zhonghe, the angel wants to summon you for questioning." The person outside the door said.
These words did not scare Fang Zhonghe but made him excited.
If you want to punish me for my crime, you can't even think of escaping!
The door was opened and two people walked in.
The excitement on Fang Zhonghe's face suddenly froze, and he looked at the two people in front of him and the rags in their hands.
"What do you want to do? I want to see an angel..."
The door was immediately closed, blocking the view, and a few sobs were heard before the sound disappeared.
Don't regret it, don't regret it.
When Fang Zhonghe breathed out his last breath and his vision blurred, these words rang in his ears.
"No, we don't care whether your affairs are reported truthfully or not. Mr. Fang, we don't care about your merits. We don't have any opinion whether you should get this or not. We only need to report our brothers' affairs truthfully and report those who fought to the death.
Brothers who guard the city, grant them posthumous titles."
"Fang, don't regret it, don't regret it."
In fact, if you think about it, it would be very simple to do this... at least it would be simpler than losing your life...
Fang Zhonghe tilted his head and stopped moving.
The bright red seal was heavily stamped on the memorial. Zhou Fengxiang exhaled softly and relieved a heavy burden. When he looked around, everyone around him looked like him.
The scribe carefully brought the memorial over.
"Thank you for your hard work, sir." Jiang Wenyuan said, with a bit of shame on his face, "these witnesses' testimonies are all here, but that damn Fang Zhonghe committed suicide out of fear of guilt."
The angel snorted. For the sake of the money in his sleeves, everyone just knew some things well. The waiter picked up these memorials and testimonial documents, wrapped them in yellow cloth, and the two of them got on their horses.
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Looking at the person walking away from his sight, Jiang Wenyuan let out a heavy breath.
"You and I should prepare a memorial to apologize for the accident," he said.
The generals all agreed that the crime of neglect was enough, and they were only fined a small salary and given a few words of reprimand by the emperor.
This incident was finally over. With a bit of disgust in his heart, Jiang Wenyuan rolled up his sleeves and turned around and walked into the official hall.
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