Xiao Letian didn't know that the first big crisis after his time travel was actually saved by Ci'an. If Cixi was leading the Tailing Mountain Fire case, she would definitely get to the bottom of it. At this time, Xiao Letian was like a seed that had just sprouted and was still very fragile. Man Qing could crush him even if he stretched out a little finger.
But the blessing of the time traveler is God-given, and a small difficulty was solved with one hundred thousand taels of silver. This gave Xiao Letian great encouragement. His huge corrosion and infiltration plan seemed to be really feasible.
"Your Majesty, look at it. The black boxcar in the distance is the car that Second Master Lian took back to the capital. The dignified supervisor of Xiling returned to the capital in such a shabby state. I think he was the emperor of Yixian County when he was chasing me. How domineering that is... But looking at it now, it's nothing more than a paper tiger..."
Xiao Letian and Shi Dakai, each with a tall horse, were standing on a hill in the woods, looking at a group of figures on the official road to the east. After all, Xiao Letian had a relationship with Second Master Lian once. Now that Second Master is in trouble, Xiao Letian, who has a long-lasting loyalty, has to see him off.
Shi Dakai was completely convinced by Xiao Letian. Although Xiao Letian spent nearly 250,000 taels of jewelry worth in just a few days, since the military advisor said that it would not take more than a month or two to double his earnings after the New Year. Come back, then what else does he have to worry about.
But Shi Dakai was really speechless about Xiao Letian's fun-loving character. For an old guy like Lian Er who wanted to "send off", he had to intercept and kill him halfway according to Shi Dakai's temper. He still wanted to return to Beijing alive?
Xiao Letian seemed to see Shi Dakai's doubts, "Lian Er, an old man with coffin flesh, has already suffered a stroke, and he is over 60 years old. How many days can he survive even if he is let go? If he is intercepted halfway, then But it just proves to the court that there is banditry in Yi County!"
"Besides, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has confiscated almost 278% of Lian's family wealth this time. This family has been completely ruined. So what if he is a member of the Eight Banners? Without money, he is just like a mangy dog..."
Xiao Letian has become addicted to riding horses these days. In his previous life, he didn't have the money to ride horses every day. How is it like now? He can't do it without riding. Updated immediately He turned the horse's head, spurs lightly touched the big Qinghua, and the three-year-old strong Mongolian horse rushed down the mountain like a gust of wind.
"The major events of the New Year are over. I will write another 100,000 words. I will go to Beijing to hand in the manuscript... drive..." It was the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and the city of Yi County already had the flavor of the New Year, but Xiao Letian didn't want to celebrate the New Year here. , his goal is Beijing. He must spend the New Year's Eve of the third year of Tongzhi in Beijing no matter what.
"Catch the manuscript, rush the manuscript, I want to impress the capital with my wonderful articles..." Xiao Letian lived in Fu Qing's house after returning to Yi County. Before leaving, Mr. Qing left an old housekeeper and two housekeepers for Xiao Letian. A veteran who gave birth to a child. The three of them, plus Xiao Hexin, Wang Huaiyuan, and Sima Yun, served Xiao Letian like an eyeball.
During this period, Xiao Letian refused to visit any guests. Even when the little black man Simon was about to return to Beijing, he did not go to see him off. However, Xiao Letian asked him to bring Lewis a generous gift, which was a courtyard house in the south city of Beijing. Fan Qian gave it to Xiao Letian before, but he changed hands and gave it to Lewis.
"Pastor Liu, I know it's hard for you to preach, and the United States can't allocate much money for the civil war. I'll give you a house. If you want to build a church, you can raise the funds yourself. If you still can't get the money, then wait for me. Let’s go back to the capital and do business together…”
Xiao Letian knew that Lewis was not short of money. In this era, foreign missionaries were also spies. They had various channels to raise funds. There was really no shortage of money to build churches in Beijing. But who would refuse the goodwill of others? Xiao Letian was emotionally investing in advance for future cooperation.
In the remaining time, all the famous families in Yi County, including Xiao Letian, the magistrate of Liu County, rejected the invitations. He only focused on writing books. He wanted to write at least 150,000 words before the New Year. Spain and Portugal were the most prosperous. The stories of the period are basically all written. At the end of this volume, Xiao Letian even tells an extremely sad story. Xiao Letian firmly believes that this story will definitely make the entire Manchu royal family completely insomnia.
Just when Xiao Letian was writing furiously without distinguishing black and white, in the northern city of Beijing, in a three-entry courtyard deep in Daliushu Hutong in Nancheng, in the study room in the backyard, there was a lamp like a bean, and an old man was sitting there with a sigh. On the chair, the noodles next to him were already cold, but he had no appetite at all. Update as soon as possible
The old man is Fan Yan, and this house is one of his four private properties in Beijing. Two have been rented out, and one house was given to Xiao Letian. The most beautiful one is the residence of him and Huniu.
Pure white candle tears rolled down slowly, just like Fan Qian's current mood, disappointed, angry and painfully wanting to cry. Look at your own house. There are only ten servants in total, and everything is dark. But the house of his brother Fan Ru was brightly lit and full of people. A stage was set up in the back garden and a big show started. All the officials with connections in the capital were invited. Shang Bazhen's flowing water banquet was held from dusk to midnight. .
Famous actors brought in at high prices, famous prostitutes from the eight major alleys, fine Indian horseshoe soil... One by one, the aura of wealth and luxury came to my face, and even Fan Lian, a big shopkeeper who had seen the world, almost almost Push it out.
All the expenses were earned through hard work as a brother, and his brother only had to enjoy it with the status of a scholar, and in the name of returning to the glory of the family.
Damn it, is the glory of the Fan family all about extravagance and lust? Just giving money to these white-eyed wolves who can't do anything? No wonder you want to return to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, no wonder you want to be the imperial merchant again. You have eaten me for the rest of your life just because you have the title of imperial merchant. If you have the title of imperial merchant again, you have to eat me to death!
The family must be separated, and there must be no delay. After seeing Xiao Letian's economic layout for the first time, Fan Jian finally understood that his life had been in vain. Mr. Xiao has a priceless treasure in his belly. I would rather be led by a smart man than an ancestor by a foolish man.
What's more, I have been a grandson and slave of the fool for the rest of my life.
When Fan Jian mustered up the courage to ask his eldest brother to separate the family in the study, Fan Ru, who was in his seventies, almost had his Tianling Gai shattered.
"What a treason! You are a treason..." Fan Ru slapped the table crazily, so loudly that he alerted the guests outside.
"You are unfilial, you are extremely unfilial... What did your father tell you when he died? Have you forgotten all about it? Who am I trying my best to operate as an imperial merchant for? Not this family..."
"You want to separate the family? Unless I die, our Fan family has passed down poems and books for hundreds of years, and there has never been a precedent for dividing the family! You are simply a white-eyed wolf. The family has raised you for nothing for so many years..." After saying Fan The Confucian copyist will beat this brother.
The scene was chaotic at that time. Drunk officials rushed in to break up the fight. Even a prostitute who was squirming and drunk dared to go into the study to persuade her. In addition, Sun Xingzhe was doing somersaults on the stage outside, and the gongs and drums were beating. There were cheers, and the whole scene was like a demon dancing wildly.
Fan Yan was completely heartbroken. He didn't expect that in the end of his life's struggle, he would hear that his family was supporting him? When I was a child, my family had only two wotou left. My eldest brother ate one, and I and my father shared the other. But the hard-working mother can only lick the dregs from the bowl.
"Your eldest brother is a scholar and wants to honor the ancestors. You should help your brother more..." These were the original words of his parents, and Fan Qian remembered them all his life. For the sake of his brother, he could not take the scientific examination and follow his father as a businessman all over the world to do business. Then he would take copper coins and silver coins and let his brother attend cocktail parties and poetry gatherings to make friends with literati.
Fan Qian had no complaints, not in his whole life. Until now, when the eldest brother could not even tolerate his concubine and a Huniu, his heart was completely cold. Until today, Fan Ru told the truth. It turned out that in his heart, he was actually the one supporting this group of people? In fact, I am the one who is free to eat.
"What are you talking about? The family raised me for nothing!" Fan Qian exploded. He pointed at his brother's nose and roared, "All the family business, all the money was earned by my father and I. My father died early, and the rest I earned all the money..."
"And what will you do? Use the money I earn to sell houses and land, and you think it's your credit for collecting so little rent? Without my money, you still want to buy land! You still want to buy it in Beijing? The house..."
"Is there an uncle like you in the world? You pushed your niece into the fire pit and you kept talking about your family? Let me tell you, I have decided on this family..."
With a crisp sound, Fan Ru smashed his favorite Jun kiln brush washer, and even the gongs and drums outside stopped. Fan Ru was barking like a vicious dog with red eyes.
"Listen, are there such white-eyed wolves in the world? As an uncle, I can't arrange a marriage for my niece? A girl born from a concubine is also a girl with big feet, and I asked her to marry the director of the Ministry of Internal Affairs Now, is this still wrong? You are simply a jerk..."
At this time, Fan Ru's eldest daughter-in-law also rushed out. The vicious old lady pointed her triangular eyes at Fan Li's nose and scolded, "You are a bitch born to a shameless bitch, and you still treat me like a baby. We have good intentions." It has become a sin. Fan Qian, let me tell you, trying to take away the family property from my hands is just a dream..."
Speaking of this, Fan Qian's sister-in-law sat down on the ground and rolled around desperately crying, "You lack of virtue... Why don't you have a heart... Your elder brother is worried about you, you Repay kindness with hatred... I will go to the ancestral grave hall to scold you, I will file a lawsuit against you... I will ask the ancestors to take you away... Wuwuwu..."
Fan Jian suddenly felt dizzy. He didn't want to stay here any longer. He was so sick that he wanted to vomit. He suddenly remembered the exact words Xiao Letian said to him that night, "Old shopkeeper, we will wait for you in the future." There are big ships, let’s go to the overseas horizons together, I will let you see with your own eyes how people live, and I will let you know that everything written in my book is true..."
The scene in front of Fan Yan was spinning like a revolving lantern. His brother and sister-in-law were crying and cursing. The so-called contemporary scholars were quoting scriptures to accuse him of being unfilial. The servants, actors and bitches were talking around him. This time it was really embarrassing. Lost to Java.
"Stop howling in mourning!" Fan Yan shouted loudly, "I have decided on this family. At worst, I will leave the house and I don't want to see you again..." After saying that, the old man handed over his hands and turned away, leaving behind a pile of Big eyes stare at small eyes.
When Fan Qian had disappeared, Fan Ru's wife suddenly jumped up from the ground and shouted excitedly, "Brother-in-law, are you telling the truth? You want to cleanse yourself and leave the house! You really don't want a penny..." "
The winter nights in Beijing are so cold. The swirling northwest wind penetrated into the neck of the old shopkeeper, and his figure was stretched out in the alley.
