Inner study room.
As the door closed, the light in the study dimmed instantly.
Yang Xian calmed down, then bowed his hands to Xu Yi who was sitting behind the desk and saluted again: "I'd like to pay my respects to Mr. Liu first."
Behind the desk, which is slightly dimly lit.
Xu Yi waved his hands slightly and said, "There is no need for such courtesy between you and me. Come on, sit down."
Having said that, how can it be so easy to get rid of the distinction between superiority and inferiority in Yang Xian'an's heart?
Yang Xian'an thanked him, then walked quickly to the opposite side of Xu Yi's desk, pulled out the chair and sat down slowly.
Xu Yi picked up the teapot and slowly poured the tea. For a moment, the only sound in the study was the sound of gurgling water.
Yang Xian'an sat upright on the chair, looking at his nose and heart without squinting.
Jingzhao Mansion has just sent a large number of government officials out of Jingzhao Mansion, but their whereabouts are unknown.
Xu Yi immediately called him to the study room in the inner house, and the doors and windows were closed.
Anyone who is not a fool can see that something big is going to happen.
Xu Yi slowly pushed the teacup towards Yang Xianan and said calmly: "Drink tea."
"Thank you, Mr. Liu." Yang Xian'an thanked him and then slowly took the tea cup, but did not drink it.
Xu Yi picked up another cup of tea, took a sip, and then said calmly: "Did you see everything just now?"
Yang Xian'an nodded and replied: "I saw it."
The Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion and the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment each held documents and seals, and walked out of Jingzhao Mansion in a swaggering manner. Anyone who was not a fool would naturally see it.
The only thing I don't understand is where those government officials are going.
How big of a fuss will it cause in the end?
Xu Yi said calmly: "After today, more than 20 trading houses will disappear in Chang'an City."
As the capital of the Zhou Dynasty, Chang'an City had as many as eight thousand trading houses, if not ten thousand.
Every day, a large number of businesses will emerge and a large number of businesses will disappear.
The disappearance of more than twenty businesses was nothing more than a shocking news in the past.
At most, it becomes a small talk among ordinary people after dinner.
But when this sentence comes from Xu Yi's mouth, the meaning it represents will be completely different.
Yang Xian'an looked thoughtful, and then asked tentatively: "May I ask Mr. Liu, which industries these more than 20 businesses are engaged in."
Before asking this question, Yang Xian'an had already made a guess deep in his heart, and now it was just for confirmation.
Xu Yi said two words slowly and expressionlessly: "Food."
'As expected. "Yang Xian'an couldn't help but screamed in surprise.
Then he calmed down, stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations to the Sixth Master, congratulations to the Sixth Master."
Xu Yi shook his head slightly and said casually: "Just some small miscellaneous fish."
The words are over.
Xu Yi looked at Yang Xian'an, his face straightened, and said slowly, "You're going to have to work hard in the next few days. You have to wait."
A trace of joy flashed in Yang Xian'an's eyes. At this critical juncture, does the harder it is, the more it shows that Xu Yi is serious about him?
After regaining his composure, Yang Xian'an hurriedly replied: "Sharing worries for Master Liu is the meaning of my existence. Why bother?"
The corners of Xu Yi's mouth raised in disbelief.
Then his face straightened and he said in a deep voice: "Besides, there is one more thing I have to leave to you to do when I asked you to come here today." "
You here refer to Yang Xianan, not.
Yang Xianan naturally understood the deep meaning in Xu Yi's words.
Involuntarily, Yang Xian'an's face became serious as well, and he said in a deep voice: "Sixth Master, please speak. Xian'an swears to live up to Sixth Master's trust."
Xu Yi took a deep look at Yang Xian'an, and then said in a deep voice: "In the near future, I will launch a real counterattack against the aristocratic families behind the disaster relief."
"If things go well, the refugees outside Chang'an City will be properly dealt with within ten days."
"At that time,
Part of the trade routes outside Chang'an City will be opened. "
The words are over.
Xu Yi stared into Yang Xian'an's eyes and said word by word: "And what I want you to do is before the trade route is opened."
"'Privately', in my name, I am looking for three thousand children who have no father, no mother, and no home!" "
"After the trade route is opened, we will use the name of the merchants to send them all away."
Yang Xian'an felt a shiver in his heart, and said solemnly, "May I ask Mr. Liu if there are any restrictions on children's age, physical condition, etc."
Xu Yi nodded and said in a deep voice: "A boy with good bones and a resolute mind. His age should be between eight and twelve years old."
Yang Xian'an looked solemn and asked in a deep voice: "After the matter is completed, where will it be sent?"
Xu Yi was not asked what he wanted to do. After Xu Yi stated his request, it was obvious what he wanted to do.
Xu Yi looked serious and replied in a deep voice: "Donglai County."
Seeing Yang Xian'an nodding heavily.
Xu Yi then added: "Send them in batches and look for a man named Lou Daoyong after arriving in Donglai County."
With that said, Xu Yi took out a piece of paper from his arms and solemnly handed it to Yang Xian'an.
There was surprisingly only a thumb-sized pattern on the note, and there was also a line of black dots similar to handwriting in the pattern.
It's just a pity that the black dots are too "small", making it impossible for others to see clearly what was written.
Xu Yi solemnly explained: "After meeting Lou Daoyong, hand the note to him, and he will naturally understand what to do."
Yang Xian'an nodded solemnly, then stood up and pledged, "Sixth Master, don't worry, Xian'an swears to live up to Sixth Master's trust."
Xu Yi nodded and said, "I believe you, go get ready, time is running out."
"Yes!" Yang Xian'an nodded heavily and then slowly exited the study.
When the creak of the door came again.
Xu Yi's originally straight back couldn't help but bend.
The whole person was leaning on the Taishi chair, showing a particularly tired look.
It seems that making this choice is an extremely mentally consuming thing.
In fact, it is not impossible for Xu Yi to look for orphans from Donglai County.
But if this is the case, when will we be able to collect 3,000 orphans?
Moreover, a large number of orphans are lost or missing, which can easily attract the attention of others.
In addition, there is another reason that is not humane to outsiders.
That is the nature of mind.
The Guanzhong children who are still strong-minded despite this catastrophe will always be Xu Yi's best choice no matter when and where.
The reason for imposing age restrictions is simply for greater safety.
Relatively speaking, children at this age have not yet completely formed their minds, and there is still a lot of room for transformation.
After all, what Xu Yi wants is the three thousand dead soldiers he has personally trained. Such people only need to have the characteristic of perseverance.
The rest, including martial arts, knowledge, and three views, Xu Yi will cultivate on his own in due course.
No one can be more trustworthy than the dead warriors he has trained with his own hands.
What's more, for those selected children, Xu Yi's move is not only a blessing of survival, but also a blessing of reinvention!
If it weren't for Xu Yi, it's unclear whether they could survive the drought.
Even if we survive the drought, what happens next? How will a child with no father, no mother, and no home be able to survive?
"Huh~!"
Xu Yi leaned on the Taishi chair and exhaled heavily.
In this way, there are certainly many benefits, but there are also risks.
If not, how could Xu Yi control the number to three thousand and only ask Yang Xian'an to handle it alone.
Simply rest for a while.
Xu Yi stood up and pushed open the closed window sill, letting in the warm sunshine outside.
The warm sunshine shines through the window sill in an instant.
In Yi's body, some darkness in his heart was unknowingly eliminated.
After a while.
Xu Yi turned around and walked towards the desk.
After briefly grinding the ink, he lifted the pen from the paper and slowly sorted out each step to be taken next.
The clarion call for counterattack has already sounded, and every next step will be full of bloodshed.
As for Emperor Zhengde's final decision, Xu Yi did not take it into consideration this time.
Nothing else.
First, based on Xu Yi's understanding of Emperor Zhengde, Emperor Zhengde would not make a final decision in a short time.
Secondly, no matter who Emperor Zhengde decides to kill or keep in the end, it will not affect the follow-up of Xu Yi's sorting out at this time.
As for the reason, it's simple.
No matter what Emperor Zhengde chooses, in the end it will be Xu Yi himself who benefits.
...
Just as Xu Yi was sorting out his follow-up plans.
Suddenly the wind started blowing in Chang'an City."
Countless government officials rushed into one trading house after another.
Without saying a word, he took out the document stamped with the seal of Jingzhao Mansion and arrested the person directly.
If anyone dares to resist, the government officials will act like lunatics and draw their swords on the spot!
For a time, countless trading houses with ulterior motives were extremely frightened, fearing that they would be the next to be shut down.
Fortunately, these government officials enforce orders and prohibitions and never engage in commercial activities other than paperwork.
at the same time.
The families behind the sealed trading firm were in complete chaos.
Ever since Feng Yuyan was taken away yesterday, they already had a bad feeling in their hearts.
But they never expected that they would not come up with a countermeasure before they could discuss it.
Xu Yi has already taken action!
For a moment, the families behind the scenes were all panicked when they heard the news.
...
To the east of the city, Guangdefang.
A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman, wearing ill-fitting clothes, ran panting on the street.
From time to time, he turned his head and glanced behind him.
It looked like someone was chasing him behind him.
Even if there is no one behind him, he does not dare to stop rashly.
After a long time.
The middle-aged man looked back again and saw no one was chasing him.
He suddenly headed towards the side road.
It doesn't take a while.
The middle-aged man sat slumped at a small door, breathing heavily.
The sound was the same as the sound of the bellows being turned on in the kitchen.
It seems that if you are not careful, you will be whipped out at any time.
After a long time.
The middle-aged man finally regained his composure, got up from the ground with difficulty, and knocked on the small door in front of him.
It doesn't take a while.
There was a sound of footsteps coming from inside the small door.
"Who?" The man inside the small door asked in a deep voice.
"Uncle Fu, it's me!" the middle-aged man replied in a deep voice.
"Creak" sound.
The small door was opened from the inside.
Uncle Fu leaned out and glanced to the left and right, and saw no one else on either side.
Then he hurriedly pulled the middle-aged man into the door.
Then he asked in a deep voice: "Why did you come here at this moment!"
The middle-aged man looked frightened and said, "I have something important to report to the master. Uncle Fu, take me to see the master quickly."
Uncle Fu looked gloomy and took two steps back slowly.
Then he waved his hands fiercely to the left and right, and said in a deep voice: "Up!"
In an instant, more than ten servants poured out from both sides of the small door, all of them holding long sticks.
"Uncle Fu, what are you doing! I want to see the master! I have something big to report!" The middle-aged man realized something was wrong. He asked loudly and turned around quickly, trying to open the back door and escape.
Unfortunately, early
The moment he entered, the old servant named Fu Bo had completely locked the back door.
Of course, the back door can be opened again in more than ten breaths.
It's a pity that the old servant named Fu Bo will give him time to reopen the back door?
In an instant, more than ten young and strong servants holding wooden sticks rushed forward.
Without saying a word, he raised his stick and swung it hard.
"Crack!" sound.
The moment a wooden stick hit the middle-aged man's back, it broke into two pieces!
"Ah!" the middle-aged man screamed.
He didn't have time to turn around, but his desire to survive continued to open the back door.
"Bang! Bang!" There were two more loud noises.
One stick hit the middle-aged man on the crook of his legs, and the other hit him on the back of the head.
After two sticks, the middle-aged man could no longer even scream.
The whole person slowly slid to the ground along the back door.
From the back of his head, blood was flowing out like a stream in the mountains.
Uncle Fu said with a gloomy face: "Take the body away and throw it on the street. If anyone asks, tell them that this person broke into the inner house without permission!"
With that said, Uncle Fu took out some broken silver from his pocket, handed it to the head servant and ordered again: "Take the brothers to have fun afterwards. In addition, this month's monthly money will be doubled."
As soon as this statement came out.
More than a dozen government officials instantly showed ecstasy on their faces and shouted loudly: "Thank you Uncle Fu, thank you Master."
Uncle Fu nodded slightly, waved his hand, and motioned for everyone to work.
After the body was carried out of the back door.
Fu Bo turned around and walked towards the house ahead.
It doesn't take a while.
Uncle Fu knocked gently in the study room.
The moment the door rang, a deep voice came from inside the room: "Come in."
"Yes, sir." Uncle Fu agreed, opened the study door and walked in slowly.
In the study, a middle-aged man in crimson official uniform stopped walking back and forth.
Turning around and looking at the study door, the face that was originally full of majesty was now filled with sadness.
Yi Haiyuan, who is a doctor in the Ministry of Civil Affairs and the Qing Dynasty's official department, has never been so out of breath as he is today.
Fu Bofang walked into the study room.
Yi Haiyuan couldn't wait to ask: "Has that person been dealt with?"
Uncle Fu replied in a deep voice: "Sir, I have already dealt with it according to your instructions!"
Long before the middle-aged man escaped back, Yi Haiyuan had already received news of the Jingzhao Mansion's joint operation with the Criminal Department.
He even received the news one step ahead that the trading firm he secretly controlled was sealed.
At this time, the middle-aged man escaped back. This was not to set him on fire.
Yi Haiyuan felt calm after hearing this, waved his hand and said, "It's enough to deal with it, let's go out."
Uncle Fu leaned over and saluted respectfully: "Yes, sir."
