Zhu Chong turned his head with difficulty, staring at Gao Zhang with a pair of cloudy old eyes.
The mouth opened and closed to make indistinct sounds.
"Are you asking me why?" Gao Zhang showed an understanding smile.
He raised his hand and motioned for everyone to open up.
Yang Douzhi was very curious as to what the champion was going to talk to this dying old man.
But in the end, he wisely gave in and stepped aside.
On the empty front deck, only Gao Zhang was standing, and Zhu Chong was half kneeling and half lying in front of the wooden box.
The gentle breeze of autumn gently caresses the beautiful south of the Yangtze River. Under the afterglow, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and the pavilions and pavilions are lit one after another. The hustle and bustle of Suzhou in the past has gradually returned.
Against the background of the lingering halo, the purple robe on Gao Zhang's body gradually faded from purple to black, and seemed to be dyed with the night.
Half of his handsome face reflected the afterglow, and his eyes shone brightly.
"You and Zhu Meng would not have died right now."
Zhu Chong stared at the other party, but a trace of doubt appeared on his face.
"In the original history, you two, father and son, would continue to dominate Jiangnan for more than ten years."
"After that, Fang La, who offered the head of your son Zhu Meng, will be forced to rebel by you and his son..."
Gao Zhang looked calmly at the confused Zhu Chong in front of him.
He continued to tell a story that happened in another historical time and space with a smooth and deep voice.
"...Your son Zhu Meng will be recorded in history books in the future, and will be listed as the Six Thieves of the Northern Song Dynasty along with Tong Guan, Cai Jing and others..."
"I am helping you, father and son, instead of letting you continue to harm Jiangnan and ruin my major events.
It's better to let you fulfill your long-cherished wish to become the emperor of Jiangnan. You don't have to stare, I'm really helping you.
It seems that your son has also become addicted to being an emperor, how wonderful..."
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"What are you doing, young master? What do you have to talk to that old thief?"
A Gao family soldier couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
"You don't understand now, do you?"
Fu'an glanced at his companion beside him and curled his lips in disgust.
These words directly focused everyone's attention on him, including Yang Douzhi.
Everyone was a little confused, and Lu Qian couldn't help but ask. "You understand?"
"Of course I understand." Fu'an, who has always been crazy about people, saw so many people paying attention to him.
He raised his eyebrows with a smug look on his face, and then deliberately lowered his voice.
"Our young master, we have talked with Tong Dalang and Cai Liulang before. I can't remember the exact words. Anyway, the general meaning is that promotion and wealth are made without showing off, and achievements are made without publicity. It is simply walking at night in brocade clothes..."
"The treasonous move of the Zhu family and his son had just begun to appear, and he was investigated by the young master. He immediately arrested Zhu Chong and threw him under the cabin."
"His son wanted to make a big fuss in Jiangnan, but he was killed by our young master before he even left the border of Suzhou."
"This kind of meritorious achievements, no matter what, I have to let that bad old man know about it. At least he should be a sensible person..."
"..." The Gao family and others always felt that Fu'an, who was usually a talker, was talking nonsense.
But I also feel that there does seem to be some truth to it.
Zhu Chong stared in horror, staring at the twelve-year-old child.
This little kid, who blamed his father and son for treason, said many words that he couldn't understand.
More than ten years later, there will still be the Six Thieves of the Northern Song Dynasty recorded in history, the Fangla Uprising, the Yangtze River Delta Economic Circle, and the developed light industry areas...
Could it be that this little kid is a lunatic? When he thought that his father and son were actually harmed by a lunatic, the native emperor from Jiangnan ended up like this.
Zhu Chong wished he could pounce on it and take a few bites, but unfortunately, he was old and frail, and now it was difficult for him to even get up.
"Okay, having said all that, I feel comfortable."
After Gao Zhang vomited for a long time, he became much more refreshed and grinned at Zhu Chong.
"These words cannot be said by relatives or by living people. Now, venting to you can be regarded as a moment of psychological therapy."
"Remember, you and your son should try to be good people in the next life..."
When Gao Zhang turned his head, he saw that boy Fu'an over there, talking happily about something.
All the people around him had dark expressions on their faces, as if they wanted to beat him but were a little reluctant to do so.
"Fu'an, what are you talking about?" Gao Zhang walked over slowly.
Hearing his young master's shouts, Fu'an trembled and quickly shook his head wildly.
"I'm not talking nonsense, I'm just chatting casually with everyone..."
Gao Zhang looked at the guy suspiciously, then forgot and didn't bother to talk to him. He nodded and smiled at Yang Douzhi and came closer.
"Take that Zhu Chong down, so that he can be sent to the capital as soon as possible to report this great news to the officials.
Just take the heads of their father and son, don't take the bodies, it's time-consuming and labor-intensive. "
Hearing Gao Zhang's understatement, Yang Douzhi almost broke out in a cold sweat.
This is the first time in my life that I have heard of people directly chopping off their heads just to rush for time.
However, according to Duke Zhuangyuan's instructions, considering that the imperial court must still be anxiously waiting for the final news, Yang Douzhi saluted and accepted the order without hesitation.
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Seeing Zhu Chong being dragged away by a strong man, the box containing Zhu Meng's head was happily held in the arms of an imperial city official.
Gao Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. This rebellion drama, which he directed, planned, and participated in, finally came to an end.
What does this prove? It proves that the general trend of history can be changed by one's own ability.
The chaos in Jiangnan during the later period of Master's rule has been resolved in advance by himself, but this is just the beginning.
Destruction is always easier than construction. Next, you need to build yourself, which is the most difficult.
But fortunately, now, it is expected that Tan Zhen will take up the post of Hangzhou Shipping Department in a short time, and he should be very honest next time.
At least, Tan Zhen should not mindlessly want to take advantage of the joint venture between himself and Wolong Fengchu.
And now that I am still the magistrate of Suzhou, I just take advantage of the power in my hands to quickly lay the foundation for what needs to be done.
Furthermore, I have to take some time to see the smuggling fleet.
If you want the light industry in Suzhou and Hangzhou to develop vigorously, excellent dumping channels are indispensable.
And that smuggling fleet will become the main channel for Kaifeng Metal Workshop to dump goods overseas.
(End of chapter)
