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Chapter 145: The Boy Here

Song Qing knew that Liu Zhi'an would not joke about this kind of thing, and he was still puzzled before, Wei Yong had ruined a feudal official for the sake of a nephew, but now he finally understands that there is such an unknown secret in it.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents, and cutting off their incense is not a common thing, Song Qing actually had a feeling of not knowing who was right and who was wrong for a while, the third uncle is right to be an honest official, is it wrong for Wei Yong to avenge his son?

At the same time, he was shocked by Liu Zhi'an's connections, you must know that his father is a household secretary, and one of the six officials has not investigated these secret lucks, but Liu Ye of the Liu family can.

When Song Yu talked to him about the second uncle Liu Ye before, he was still a little disdainful, and the idle people set up by the folk businessmen, even if they had some ability, were just some miscellaneous fish compared to the imperial court, and today he completely understood why his father was so cautious about the terrible Liu Ye in charge of the second uncle.

Although many of the common people and gentry have formed their own dead soldiers, but there are a few who can develop to the point of Taoism, and Jiangnan Liu really deserves to be the existence of the two major families of the Great Dragon Dynasty.

Song Qing suddenly wanted to know what happened to the Liu family in the northwest clouds.

"Uncle, the little nephew takes the liberty of asking, who is stronger and weaker in Jiangnan and Liubeiyun?"

Liu Zhi'an lived up to Fang Cai's chubby image, and his momentum suddenly increased, Liu Mingzhi was shocked, is this old man standing in front of him squinting and grinning still the old man he knows?

"Jiangnan Liubei Yun, if it is about wealth, the Northwest Yun family is not a little bit worse than the Liu family, if it is about power, my Liu family is not a little bit worse than the Northwest Yun family, I can only say that the ruler is short and long. My Liu family is afraid of the power of the Yun family, and his Yun family is afraid of the wealth of my Liu family, not that my uncle is arrogant, if my uncle releases a word, the clothing, food, housing and transportation of millions of people in Jiangnan will be affected, if the Liu family closes all the commercial houses, half of the people in Jiangnan will starve to death. ”

Song Qing looked at Liu Zhi'an, who was proud of himself, in shock: "Uncle, aren't you afraid of causing the jealousy of the imperial court?" The status of a merchant is low, and holding such a great wealth will inevitably arouse the jealousy of unscrupulous people. ”

"Boy, once there is enough wealth to operate, the court will also be afraid, they must be afraid of face, uncle will not scruple, Li Yugang is the prince of Jiangnan Ming, uncle is the hidden king of Jiangnan gentry and wealthy businessmen, and the wealth of the Liu family can already affect the peace of Jiangnan."

Song Qing wanted to speak and stopped, he still felt that Liu Zhian was too conceited, the imperial court was the existence that controlled the world, in case the emperor was ruthless, he would rather get rid of the Liu family in Jiangnan for a while, what would the Liu family use to resist.

Of course, Liu Zhi'an's old Chengjing knew Song Qing's thoughts: "Qing'er, there are many things you don't know, in addition to Jiangnan Liubeiyun, there are also two major families in the East China Sea, Baibei and Mozhang, the four major families are in the same breath, your aunt is the daughter of the Bai family in the East China Sea, and the wife of the Yun family is your aunt Liu Ying, and there are many things that the old man is inconvenient to tell you, as long as the four major families do not rebel, you can have no worries." ”

Song Qing also knew that he had asked a lot of questions, and he had digressed, and the most important thing now was Ling Yang's whereabouts.

"Uncle, will Ling Yang go to Wei'er?" As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qing was stunned, subconsciously glanced at Liu Mingzhi, and was relieved to see that his expression was not abnormal.

Liu Zhian also glanced at Liu Mingzhi worriedly, and sighed secretly: "Zhi'er, go and see if your mother has prepared the wine and food, why is it so slow and not to come to say hello." ”

Liu Mingzhi nodded and walked out of the living room with a flat expression, Ling Yang, Ling Wei'er Liu Mingzhi never wanted to take the initiative to think about those memories of his predecessor, but the sky didn't follow people's wishes, and the memories of Ling Wei'er and Ling Yang still involuntarily poured out.

The woman who was a childhood sweetheart, the woman who didn't marry a wife for eighteen years, the woman who hadn't seen each other for four years, the woman who denied her identity in Penglai Building.

Su Weier, Ling Weier, Ling Yang.

The little girl who hid behind her with a timid face, the little girl who was always called by Brother Zhi and Brother Zhi, the little girl who had a marriage contract with her.

The boy who went down to the river to fish and shrimp together, the boy who troubled himself because of his sister, the boy who had a blue nose and swollen face because he beat others, and the boy who died because he was almost bitten by a poisonous snake.

The boy who also disappeared with Ling Wei'er.

Liu Mingzhi frowned and suddenly closed his eyes: "Second brother, Wei'er, are you okay?" ”

"The smoke and rain are not worried, the good shadow stands at the bridgehead, and the worldly two or three things are all flowing with the water. One drop is sorrow, two drops are also sorrow, disturbing the world, heroes become skeletons, only the love and will of the world, and the beauty is easy to white. ”

That rainy day, that stone bridge, that shadow, that wisp of melancholy, that reluctance.

The south of the Yangtze River is vast, the smoke and waves are three hundred miles, and there are many mundane things.

Peach and willow green, smiling and graceful, a farewell to the hometown;

The spring breeze is green and the south of the Yangtze River, the past is like smoke, the childish yellow child's mouth, the warbler cries the February willow, and Tilian.

Cattle plough in the field, children put paper kites, read aloud, teenagers here.