The Wang family has three sons, who have been ill since childhood.
Dozens of doctors were invited and all predicted that it would be difficult to survive more than two decades.
He is exactly thirteen now.
The young man should obviously be a handsome young man, but he is pale and sickly.
But the words he spoke were so powerful that they hit Zheng Ruqian's head.
"You, you, you..." Zheng Ruqian opened his mouth and closed it after a long while, "What are you talking nonsense about? This is the Wang family."
Why are there still people with their elbows turned outward?
"I know this is the Wang family." The young man smiled casually, "I also know why you showed up at the Wang family."
Sweat broke out on Zheng Ruqian's back again, his face turned slightly pale, and he stared closely at the weak and sick son of the Wang family, his eyes full of inquiry.
"My name is Wang Fufeng." The young man said calmly, "That's what you think. My family thought I was weak, so I named me Fufeng."
"I am in pain and will not die soon, but I also know that the Wang family is in a mess." Wang Fufeng's eyes flashed with pain, "Everyone wants to be in power, but they don't care about this family at all. They have all forgotten the teachings of their grandfather. They forget that the surname 'Wang' is the foundation of their glory."
Whether it is the Sun family or the concubines of the Wang family, they only want to control the Wang family. No one of them wants to make the Wang family better and make the Wang family's status stable and transcendent in the city.
They are short-sighted, they have forgotten their grandfather's teachings, and they are crazy for fame and fortune, even if they kill each other.
Wang Fufeng's pale face turned slightly red due to excitement. He took a long breath and calmed down for a moment before saying, "I don't have many years to live, and there is no need to plot against you. I have painstakingly collected these evidences. If you don't believe it, you can go there yourself." check."
After speaking, he took out a stack of papers from his sleeve and handed it over.
Zheng Ruqian hesitated for a moment.
The Wang family's turmoil was vaguely heard in his ears, but the young man in front of him was peaceful and peaceful. His illness was so obvious, and his eyes were so determined.
Zheng Ruqian stretched out his hand, and while taking it, he couldn't help but ask, "If you ruin the Sun family, wouldn't you just be helping the second wife?"
The third heir is sick and weak, but the second heir, Wang Mingyu, is full of life. Anyone with a discerning eye can see who will be given the power to run the family.
Unexpectedly, Wang Fufeng shook his head seriously, "No, I'm not helping the second wife."
"I just don't want outsiders to interfere in the Wang family's affairs."
After he finished speaking, he stopped staying and left weakly.
Zheng Ruqian put a stack of paper into his arms, listened to the excitement for a while, and then decided to say goodbye and leave.
Fortunately no one stopped him.
Stepping out of the high threshold of Wang's house, Zheng Ruqian was about to walk home when a carriage stopped in front of him.
Jiang Si, who was driving the car, smiled naively and said, "Second Young Master, get in the car."
"Why are you here?" Zheng Ruqian was a little surprised, but he still followed his luck and jumped onto the carriage shaft.
When he opened the carriage curtain, he was stunned.
There were one, two, three, four or five people sitting inside, including brothers, brothers and sisters. They were all packed inside.
Xu Mo was the calmest and just smiled softly.
Fang Heng wore a conical hat and did not dare to lift it in the carriage.
Wen Zhiyun held the small medicine box and looked left and right nervously.
Chang Yan leaned against his fourth brother, his face a little pale.
"Second brother, we are here to pick you up." Only Jiang Sheng was still crispy and sweet, "Third brother said, if you call for help in the Wang family, we will rush in to save you immediately."
Even if their identity is exposed, even if they are on the run, they will not leave Zheng Ruqian alone.
This is family.
Zheng Ruqian's nose was slightly sore, but he still remembered what happened just now. After sitting down next to Xu Mo, he told Wang Fufeng about Wang Fufeng and took out the stack of papers in his arms.
"It's all here."
Xu Mo was the first to reach out and pick it up. Looking at the delicate regular script with hairpins on it, he couldn't help but admire, "What a person with a delicate mind and a delicate writing style."
It is said that the characters are like the person, the bohemian ones love cursive script, the delicate and soft ones love small regular script.
The small regular script with hairpin flowers is usually the favorite of women in the boudoir, but few men like it, but the writing is not delicate at all.
Just by reading this word, Xu Mo felt fond of Wang Fufeng.
After reading the contents on the paper, he turned from admiration to silence, with a faint sadness between his brows.
Seeing this, other people also lowered their heads to check the paper, and then they all fell silent.
I only knew that Mrs. Sun was evil-minded and would do anything to control the family, but she didn't expect that the Sun family behind her was even less of a thing.
Sun's younger brother, Sun Yu, who wanted to take over as the governor of Anyang County, was actually carrying dozens of lives.
In the past, when he was a county magistrate in the south, he fell in love with a small jade mine owned by a member of the family. After repeated threats and inducements, he bought black gunpowder and blew up the jade mine, killing the legitimate son of the member's family. His parents were heartbroken. Absolutely, he passed away soon.
The jade mine naturally fell into Sun Yu's hands.
This wasn't the end of the story. After he got the jade mine, he actually set his sights on Yuan Wai's pretty bride, and under the pretext of taking care of her, he forced Hao to take back the Sun family.
When the bride resisted, he used the bride's family of seven or eight to persecute him. The bride had no choice but to become his concubine in tears and bear children for him to this day.
Unfortunately, this woman never knew that after she left, because her brother wanted to file a complaint, Sun Yu would ruthlessly kill all seven or eight members of the family.
In the end, the case was closed with only the word "accident", and the two happy families disappeared.
Now, Sun Yu actually wants to take over the position of Anshui County Sheriff.
Xu Mo's eyes were red and he accidentally slapped Zheng Ruqian on the thigh, "He must not be allowed to take over the position of Anshui County Sheriff."
If it was for personal grudges before, now it is for the anger of the people.
This kind of person with no law and greed will only make Anshui County mournful. Just like that unknown small county in the south, there is nowhere to complain about grievances and nowhere to cry when there is suffering.
Wang Fufeng was very smart. He not only collected evidence of Sun Yu's cruelty to the people, but also recorded how much effort the next county magistrate put in to restore the people's trust in the government, and even vomited blood due to illness.
"If a corrupt official ruins the love of the people, how many years will it take to restore the trust between the officials and the people, and to bring the entire county back to its past." Fang Heng lamented.
Chang Yan was stunned, his eyes seemed to be filled with sparkle, and he seemed to be filled with compassion and helplessness.
After a long while, Xu Mo wiped the corners of his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Jiang San, tell Jiang Yi and Jiang Er to go to this county to investigate whether Sun Yu's behavior is true."
Jiang San took the order.
"We can also get close to Sun Yu's... concubine." Zheng Ruqian touched his thigh to gasp, "She lives in Fucheng."
If Wang Fufeng's investigation is true, then it is indeed necessary to get close to the bride to obtain support and evidence.
But who is going to get close?
Xu Mo looked at Zheng Ruqian, Zheng Ruqian looked at Fang Heng, Fang Heng looked at Wen Zhiyun, and Wen Zhiyun looked at Chang Yan.
Chang Yan looked up at the top of the carriage.
Although they are young, only in their eighties or nineties, they are still men after all.
There are differences between men and women, and there are different seats for seven-year-olds.
After much calculation, only the younger sister Jiang Sheng, who was staring at the candied haws outside the carriage and drooling, was suitable.
