His pale face turned slightly red, and he nodded without saying a word.
"It's best if this person can bring the whole family out. If he can't, just kill them all. He's not a good guy anyway." Wang Xuan looked at the mess and continued: "Besides, be careful, this Jurchen can have With such power, there must be many experts inside, so be careful not to get yourself involved."
"I understand." Qinghongzaobai nodded with a blush.
Wang Xuan looked at Qinghongsaobai inexplicably, what was going on, and why he kept blushing all the time.
This time the target is a traitor... Fan Wencheng, a native of Shenyang, Liaodong Province, is the seventeenth generation grandson of Fan Zhongyan, the famous Prime Minister of the Northern Song Dynasty. He has experienced four generations of emperors in the early Qing Dynasty and is the head of the civil servants.
No, we can’t call them traitors now. It’s disharmonious. After all, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang and others are no longer national heroes. They have been deleted from the textbooks. Qin Hui no longer has to kneel. Fan Wencheng is definitely... a hero of national integration!
After all, for the sake of national integration, when Prince Doduo of Yu snatched his wife away to play with, he smiled and clapped his hands. After all, from then on, he and Prince Doduo of Yu were 'kindred spirits', although His hair color has changed a bit, but it doesn't matter. He considers himself a "prairie" person.
After paying so much, it is indeed okay to call him a "fusion" hero. After all, he has fused with Prince Duduo of Yu.
Okay, let's not mention the experts... After the Jurchens captured Fushun, Fan Wencheng and his brother Fan Wencai were not captured. At that time, he was 21 years old and just a scholar, so he took the initiative to see Nurhaci and ask for an official position.
He does have talent, but he is too...what should I say? He is a fan of officials, and he can tolerate his wife being played by others, and he can still laugh. He is really a talent.
Of course, Wang Xuan doesn't care about his character. He is not an expert. As long as it is easy to use, if there are any tricks, he will just deal with them with cement.
If it falls into your own hands, do you really have any other ideas?
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After Jin Dynasty and Fushun, Fan Wencheng at this time met Nurhachi and put forward many useful ideas, but they did not receive much reuse.
At night, Brother Fan Wencheng returned home. It was not easy to work in the hands of the Jurchens. Here, the Han people were basically slaves, and those who could be slaves were of the upper class.
Brother Fan Wencheng's current situation is much better than that of most Han people. Although he is insulted and teased every day, and often gets kicked and slapped in the mouth, at least he is still an official!
Hey, why is the house so quiet?
Opening the door to his home, Fan Wencheng felt a little puzzled, so he opened his mouth and shouted, "Madam?"
At this time, he had not yet reached the top of the civil service, and had not yet become "fellow-minded" with Duduo. When he saw that no one was talking in the room, he frowned and walked in.
The scene in front of him stunned him, and he couldn't help but screamed, "What are you?"
In addition to his gagged family members who were tied together, there were three other people inside the house, one woman and two men.
"sit down."
Unexpectedly, it was a 'woman' who spoke.
"You two are brothers Fan Wencheng. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, the good Han people don't do anything, but they actually make dogs for the Jurchens. What kind of mentality is this?"
Fan Wencheng's face turned red, and he wanted to quibble, but was interrupted by a wave of hands, "Okay, I don't need your answer, now follow me out of the city, don't have any other ideas."
Qinghongzaobai turned around and looked at the two people around him, "Watch them both and kill them if they make the slightest move. If you dare to speak, don't ask, just kill them."
The clear voice and frightening words made Fan Wencheng choke back everything he wanted to say.
"Load the car and leave!"
After giving the order, three more people walked in from the door. They packed all Fan Wencheng's family into a carriage and took them away directly. However, the Fan Wencheng brothers walked behind with Qinghongzaobai, divided into two groups at the front and back, so as not to attract anyone's attention.
There is no time to delay, we must leave the city before the city gate closes.
Along the way, Brother Fan Wencheng felt a coldness on his neck, and the two people around him kept their eyes focused on where they were, as if they were ready to chop them off with a knife at any time.
If you speak, you will be killed. This is equivalent to a scholar meeting a soldier. He cannot explain his reasoning clearly, which leaves Fan Wencheng, who is very confident in his eloquence, at a loss.
After successfully leaving the city, horses were already prepared outside the city and followed Liu Wenju's caravan all the way back.
Jue Hua Island.
"My lord, this person is Fan Wencheng." Liu Wenju walked in front and looked at Wang Xuan and said.
Wang Xuan's eyes turned to the man behind him. He was tall and tall, with a burly body and a fair face without beard. There was panic in his eyes, obviously he was unsure about the situation at this time, but it could not be seen on his face. He concealed it very well.
"You are a big traitor, Fan Wencheng."
What do you call a traitor, a scholar, a barbarian or a foreigner who enters China? Of course, he was just thinking about this in his heart. He was not in the territory of the Jurchens at this time, and the way he spoke and acted had to be changed.
According to the usual style of Ming people, at this time, he must show his character. Thinking of this, Fan Wencheng stood straight with his back, raised his head slightly, and let out a cold snort from his nose, "Who are you? I, Fan Wencheng,
I endured the humiliation and finally surrendered to the barbarians. I was about to slowly lurk down to gather more information, save the people of the Ming Dynasty from danger, and provide more information to the court, but I was destroyed by you."
"You!" Fan Wencheng roared, raised his finger and pointed at everyone present, and said sternly: "I, Fan Wencheng, defiled myself to serve the barbarians. I am willing to be reviled by thousands of people after death, but I also want to be loyal to the Ming Dynasty. However, this matter is worse than
Your hands are worthy of the people of our Ming Dynasty, worthy of the expectations of the imperial court, and worthy of our ancestors!"
Fan Wencheng's righteous words immediately stunned the people in the hall. For a moment, everyone looked at each other. It turned out that this man was bearing the humiliation and was not willing to surrender to the Jurchens as he thought before.
After finishing his words, Fan Wencheng looked at Wang Xuan with sharp eyes. In his 20 years of knowledge, this method was particularly effective against Ming officials. Come to think of it, he wouldn't have noticed it today...
Damn it, if I didn't know what kind of character you are, I might actually believe it.
Wang Xuan walked up to Fan Wencheng with a surprised look on his face, slowly stretched out his hand, and "clicked" to remove Fan Wencheng's chin. His scream was only half heard, leaving only the whine in his throat.
"Bang!" He kicked the ground.
"I asked you to 'endure the humiliation', I asked you to 'spy for more information', I asked you to 'save the people of the Ming Dynasty from fire and water', I asked you to 'be loyal to the Ming Dynasty court', damn, I asked you to brag."
Wang Xuan said a kick and kicked it specifically towards the thick flesh. Each kick carried a trace of internal force, and the stimulated muscles began to spasm. Fan Wencheng was in pain and twitched all over, but he couldn't even roll.
After beating him for a long time, Fan Wencheng started foaming at the corners of his mouth. Only then did Wang Xuan stop. He saw the corners of the mouths of those around him twitching.
Lifting the person up from the ground, Wang Xuan reattached Fan Wencheng's chin, and then asked with a smile on his face: "Come on, let's say it again, you are a traitor, Fan Wencheng?"
Fan Wencheng's head was in a state of confusion. Growing up, he had never been treated like this before. Even among the savage Jurchens, those guys would only kick him. How could he get such a beating? However, this was not the worst.
What's important is that he looked at Wang Xuan with a smile on his face, as if he was not the one who just beat him up.
Oh shit!
This is definitely not a Ming Dynasty person, this is even more barbaric than the Jurchens!
Facing Wang Xuan's question again, Fan Wencheng trembled all over. Although his throat seemed to be on fire, he still said hoarsely: "Yes, the villain is a bitch and traitor Fan Wencheng. Compared with his ancestors, he is greedy for life and afraid of death.
Greedy for power, he took the initiative to find the thief leader Nurhachi and recommended himself. This villain deserves death."
"Hey, is this right? To tell you the truth, I don't have the bad habits of other high-ranking people. I don't have the bad habits of being polite, virtuous, and tolerant. Here, I only have honesty and trustworthiness.
Follow the rules, do you understand?"
Hold!
Since when did courtesy and tolerance become bad habits?
Even though I am a scholar and don’t read many books, you can’t lie to me!
"Understood, the villain must be honest and trustworthy and abide by the rules." Since Wang Xuan doesn't follow the rules, then... people must bow their heads quickly under the eaves.
"From now on, work hard here with me. It's because I value you that I pulled you out of the abyss."
"Yes, I am very grateful." Until now, he has no idea who the hell this person is in front of him!?
"Wait for him to go down and cultivate himself."
After staying on the island for another three days, Wang Xuan decided to go to the capital to see what Beijing was like in this era. Before leaving, Wang Xuan called Liu Wenju to explain.
"This Juehua Island is in a good location. Since 40,000 people have repaired it, let's just turn it into a trading port. In the future, the transactions of Guan Ningjun, Jurchens, Duoyan Sanwei, and Mongolians will be transferred from here.
The business on this route is now monopolized by a few of your Ningbo families, so do it well for me. You must know that in the future, this route will not always be available to you. Cherish the opportunity and lay a solid foundation."
"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty." During this period of time, when he was following Wang Xuan on business, Liu Wenju simply called his Majesty. It seemed that he was close to the Lord, but he was a little puzzled. Didn't Wang Xuan hate the Jurchens and other foreigners? He had known that he and the female
The boss was not happy with real people doing business, so why has he changed his mind now?
Seeing Liu Wenju's doubts, Wang Xuan continued: "Wars and killings can physically destroy a country, but economic means can also affect a country's strategy and life."
"Do you know what kind of person is the bravest and best at fighting?"
"Poor man!"
"If everyone was rich and had food and drink, would he still be willing to be a soldier and go to the battlefield to find someone to fight for?"
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(The above is all casual chat, now let’s get down to business, and it’s time to recommend books that we love to hear. They are also books from our science fiction channel. In my spare time at work and life, it’s good to read such a light-hearted book. Really, it’s not PY.
, Mainly, everyone started out with just 10,000 orders, but I am far behind others. I highly recommend it!)
"My Day Has 48 Hours", author: Xiao Daizhao
A month ago, Zhang Heng discovered that he had 24 extra hours in a day. At the same time, he was also involved in a dangerous game...
Alternative unlimited flow, easy to.
Don't get too hung up on the details, just watch it as TVB.