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Chapter 145 The boy here
Song Qing knew that Liu Zhi'an would not joke about such a thing. Previously, he had wondered whether Wei Yong would destroy a frontier official for the sake of a nephew. Now he finally understands that there are some unknown things among them. of secret luck.
Cutting off someone's wealth is like killing one's parents. Cutting off their incestuous relationship is irreconcilable. For a moment, Song Qing felt like he didn't know who was right and who was wrong. It was right for his third uncle to be an honest official. Is it wrong for Wei Yong to avenge his son?
At the same time, he was shocked by Liu Zhi'an's connections. He had to know that his father was the Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, and even one of the six officials had not investigated these secrets, but Liu Ye of the Liu family could.
When Song Yu told him about his second uncle Liu Ye before, he was still a little dismissive. Even if they were some capable people, they were just some fish compared to the imperial court. Today he fully understood. Why did his father tell him so carefully about the horror of Liuye, which was controlled by his second uncle?
Although many common people and gentry have formed their own death warriors, there are only a few who can develop to this point. Jiangnan Liu is truly worthy of being the two major families of the Great Dragon Dynasty.
Song Qing suddenly wanted to know what happened to the Liu family in Northwest Yunbi.
"Uncle, my nephew would like to ask, who is stronger and weaker in Jiangnan, Liuxi and Xiyun?"
Liu Zhi'an lived up to the image of the chubby member just now, and his momentum suddenly increased. Liu Mingzhi was shocked. Is this old man standing in front of him with his eyes narrowed and smiling still the old man he knew?
"Jiangnan Liu Xinyun, if the wealth of the Northwest Yun family is not inferior to the Liu family, if it is concerned with power, my Liu family is not inferior to the Northwest Yun family, it can only be said that the ruler is short and the inch is strong. I, the Liu family, are afraid The power of the Yun family, the Yun family is just as afraid of the wealth of the Liu family. It’s not that my uncle is arrogant, but if he lets out a single word, the food, clothing, housing and transportation of millions of people in Jiangnan will be affected. If the Liu family closes all trading firms, half of the people in Jiangnan will starve to death. People.”
Song Qing looked at the proud-looking Liu Zhi'an in shock: "Uncle, aren't you afraid of arousing the jealousy of the imperial court? Merchants are of low status and possessing such a huge wealth will definitely arouse the jealousy of unscrupulous people."
"Boy, once enough wealth is put into operation, the court will also be afraid. They will worry about their face, but my uncle will not worry about it. Li Yugang is the prince of Jiangnan on the surface, and his uncle is the secret king of the wealthy gentry and wealthy merchants of Jiangnan. The Liu family's wealth can already influence Jiangnan is at peace."
Song Qing hesitated to speak. He still felt that Liu Zhi'an was too conceited. The imperial court was the one who controlled the world. If the emperor was cruel and would rather let Jiangnan be ruined for a while, he would get rid of the Liu family. How could the Liu family resist?
Liu Zhi'an, a mature man, certainly knew Song Qing's thoughts: "Qing'er, there are many things you don't know. In addition to Jiangnan, Liu Xiyun, and Donghai, Baibeimo and Zhang families, the four major families share the same spirit. Lian Zhi, your aunt is the daughter of the Bai family of Donghai, and Mrs. Yun is your aunt Liu Ying. There are many things I can’t tell you, but as long as the four major families don’t rebel, you’ll be fine.”
Song Qing also knew that he had asked too much and was off topic. The most important thing now was Ling Yang's whereabouts.
"Uncle, will Ling Yang go to Wei'er?" As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qing suddenly froze, and glanced at Liu Mingzhi subconsciously, and felt relieved when he saw that there was no difference in his expression.
Liu Zhi'an also glanced at Liu Mingzhi worriedly and sighed secretly: "Zhi'er, go see if your mother has prepared the food and drinks. Why are you so slow and not coming to say hello?"
Liu Mingzhi nodded calmly and walked out of the living room, Ling Yang, Ling Weier. Liu Mingzhi was never willing to take the initiative to think about those memories of his predecessor, but God did not follow his wishes, and the memories of Ling Weier and Ling Yang still came to him involuntarily. Come out.
The woman who was his childhood sweetheart, the woman who had not married for eighteen years, the woman who had not seen each other for four years, the woman who denied her identity in Penglai Tower.
Su Weier, Ling Weier, Ling Yang.
The little girl who was hiding behind him with a timid face, the little girl whom Brother Zhi and Brother Zhi always called him, the little girl who was engaged to him.
The boy who went down to the river to catch fish and shrimps together, the boy who always made trouble for him because of his sister, the boy who got black and blue because he beat others, and the boy who almost died because he was bitten by a poisonous snake.
The boy who also disappeared with Ling Weier.
Liu Mingzhi frowned and closed his eyes suddenly: "Second brother, Wei'er, are you okay?"
"The mist and rain do not express sorrow, beautiful shadows stand on the bridge, two or three worldly things, all flow with the water. One drop is sorrow, two drops are also sorrow, the affairs of the world are troubled, the heroes are reduced to skeletons, only the love and intention in the world, the beautiful woman's head is easy to turn gray .”
That rainy day, that stone bridge, that beautiful shadow, that wisp of melancholy, that trace of reluctance.
The south of the Yangtze River is vast, with a misty wave of three hundred miles, and there are so many common things.
Pink peaches and green willows, smiling faces, a farewell to my hometown;
The spring breeze is green again in the south of the Yangtze River, the past is like smoke, the childish child has a yellow child's mouth, the orioles are singing in the February willows, and the lotus stalks are growing.
Oxen are plowing the fields, children are flying kites, and the sound of reading aloud is the sound of young people here.
