When Zhao Yanhuan stopped him at first, Peng Zufeng was still a little confused. He didn't know why Zhao Yanhuan stopped him.
Zhao Yanhuan looked at Peng Zufeng and said, "I said before that I would let you avenge yourself, but now we have relied on Dong Guan as our big backer."
"The Fang family is just a landowner, not even an aristocratic family. When we move to Yi'an Prefecture, then go to the capital to open a glass shop and start making money for Dong Guan, you can seek revenge from the Fang family."
"You can think about it now, how you want to deal with the Fang family, whether you directly use Dong Guan's power to kill them neatly through the government, or use other methods."
Afraid that Peng Zufeng would worry that his revenge would affect him, Zhao Yanhuan explained a few more words.
"Don't worry, you don't need Dong Guan to ask for revenge against a family like the Fang family that can't even compare to them. You can just use his name. As for the Zhizhou that the Fang family backs up, you don't have to worry."
"When we move to Yi'an Prefecture and take over the Wang family's land, then all officials will understand that Dong Guan suddenly took action to destroy the Wang family to make room for me, and they will know that we are Dong Guan's people."
"You don't need to say anything at that time, Zhizhou will automatically stand by your side and help you deal with the Fang family. Dong Guan is so powerful that even officials from his political opponents will not dare to hinder you. Just do whatever you want to do.”
Peng Zufeng did not expect that he would wait for the opportunity to avenge himself and his sister so quickly.
During this time, he lived a good life in Qipai Village. He was able to learn from Mr. Yan, a powerful man who was as warm as a father to him.
My sister can also study, practice martial arts, and eat meat every day.
Here, he and his sister have warm clothes, warm rooms, and warm hearts.
But he could not forget the days when he and his sister struggled to survive in the Fang family.
It was the despair of wanting to live every day, being tortured every day, and feeling like I couldn't resist it and would die soon.
At that time, he and his sister did not dare to close their eyes at night, as it would be a nightmare.
In the nightmare, he and his sister turned into the servants they had seen being played to death by Fang Baoshu.
It's just that Peng Zufeng doesn't want to cause trouble for his new lord. He knows that his lord is powerful and he will be able to avenge him sooner or later, but not now, because the current lord is still dormant.
So Peng Zufeng tried his best to endure the hatred in his heart, and also tried to persuade his sister not to think about revenge.
He wanted to wait until the day he could take revenge, and then he would ruthlessly repay the pain Fang Baoshu had inflicted on him and his sister a thousand times.
Peng Zufeng thought he would have to wait a long time, but only a short time passed before he suddenly learned that he could take revenge.
The surprise came so quickly that he was even confused for a moment. It felt unreal and he wondered if this was real?
Of course, Peng Zufeng soon came to his senses and was sure that he could really take revenge.
Excited! joy! Hatred!
Various emotions collided in Peng Zufeng's heart, and finally turned into the joy and expectation of revenge.
Peng Zufeng calmed himself down and thought carefully before speaking to Zhao Yanhuan.
"Lord, I want to use my own means to take revenge on the Fang family. It just so happens that I have learned a lot from my master during this period, so he asked me to practice with the Fang family and see how I am doing."
Zhao Yanhuan didn't care how Peng Zufeng took revenge. He nodded and said, "You can do whatever you want. If you want money or someone, just go to your master."
Yan Hua was a talent trained by Zhao Yanhuan according to the Prime Minister's instructions. He not only managed a glass workshop, but was also responsible for many of Zhao Yanhuan's internal affairs.
Including the use of money in and out of the public treasury set up by Zhao Yanhuan, he can even mobilize no more than 3,000 soldiers.
You must know that Zhao Yanhuan and his mother Li Qing have been recruiting refugees for seven or eight years, and the population in their hands is only a little more than 100,000.
They also include the elderly and children, and the number of young and middle-aged men and women who are truly legitimate is only about 70,000.
Although Zhao Yanhuan, both men and women, gave them military-style training, but the training results were satisfactory, and the number that could truly form an army was less than 20,000.
Yan Hua was definitely the one with the most power in Zhao Yanhuan's hands. Yan Hua could satisfy Peng Zufeng's demands for money and people.
After telling Peng Zufeng about revenge, Zhao Yanhuan went to Zhuangzi to find her mother Li Qing.
Li Qing went to Zhao Yanhuan's largest villa, where the largest number of refugees lived. When he saw Zhao Yanhuan, he was as enthusiastic as the villagers in Qipai Village.
After Zhao Yanhuan appeased everyone, he followed the flow of people to the busiest place on Zhuangzi.
In addition to farming, this Zhuangzi also had a brick-burning factory specially opened by Zhao Yanhuan. The bricks produced were sold by Zhao Yanhuan at low prices to his people to build houses.
Because bricks were cheap, and the people in Zhuangzi were all hermits, they did not need to pay taxes or perform corvee labor to the court.
They only need to give Zhao Yanhuan 30% of the harvest as tax.
Loose taxes allow these reclusive people to live a good life. It is not difficult to grow crops year after year and buy bricks to build two houses.
Everyone built one house this year and another next year, and within a few years they all lived in brick houses.
So as Zhao Yanhuan walked in Zhuangzi, all he saw were luxurious and neat brick houses.
When Zhao Yanhuan saw Li Qing, Li Qing was kneeling on the ground, performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation on a woman.
Next to me, an old woman with a face full of vicissitudes of life was sitting on the ground, slapping her thighs and crying, shouting, "My poor daughter!"
Two more strong-looking men were grabbing a thin man and beating him violently!
