On the first day of martial law, at dusk, the cold wind whined, the sky gradually darkened, and the city gate was ready to close.

But a few miles in front of Zhengyang Gate, the soldiers on duty on the arrow tower saw a huge convoy appear from a distance.

Walking in front of the convoy, a sturdy knight suddenly stopped his horse and shouted to the guys behind: "Brothers, the capital has arrived!" ”

Suddenly, a convoy of dozens of people came with a burst of cheers.

It can be clearly seen that this is not a fleeing people, but a caravan, with the banner of the Fan family's firm in the procession, fluttering in the wind.

Jiexiu Fanjia, one of the top big merchants in Daming, is well known to everyone in Daming, especially near Gyeonggi.

The flag fluttering in the wind is generally the customs clearance document of the Fan family, and the territory of Daming is unimpeded.

On the city tower, Li Ruolian, who was wearing a flying fish suit, put away the clairvoyant mirror in his hand, his eyes were shining, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he commanded Dong Changqing, a thousand households in brocade clothes beside him.

Soon, Dong Changqing nodded and replied in understanding, beckoned to walk down the city tower with more than a dozen brocade-clothed captains, and rushed towards the Fan family caravan.

In front of Zhengyang Gate, the caravan of the Fan family seemed to be making the final preparations before entering Beijing.

In the caravan, a half-hundred-year-old rich man told a few jokes loudly while telling something to the guys around him in the spring breeze.

This hand immediately re-energized the morale of a caravan that had just passed through the car brigade and felt nervous and tired, and served it as a good means.

This is not surprising at all, though.

This man's name is Fan Yonggen, the younger brother of Fan Yongdou, the shopkeeper of the Fan family, and the second shopkeeper of the Fan family.

He is mainly responsible for sitting in the capital, dealing with the Fan family's industry in Beijing, making friends with the powerful ministers in the capital, and acting as the protective umbrella of the Fan family.

Many things that are inconvenient for the Fan family or have difficulties are usually handled by him.

At this moment, after some mobilization, Fan Yonggen gave the order to continue advancing, and his eyes seemed to look towards the rear of the convoy as if he was inadvertently.

There, two young men on horseback, were pointing and talking to each other.

After just a glance, he turned his head and rode quietly towards Zhengyangmen.

"People stopped, martial law was imposed in the capital, people and animals were separated, goods were unloaded, and they were inspected."

The Fan family's caravan was still completely in front of Zhengyang Gate, but it was stopped by Dong Changqing, who hurried to Jinyi Qianhu.

Fan Yonggen, who was walking in front of the caravan, was stunned for a moment, and seemed to be a little confused, when did the wastewood-like Jinyi Wei Qianhu dare to be so arrogant on his head?

However, it was only a moment, he quickly adjusted his mentality, jumped off the horse, took out a gold leaf from his bosom and handed it over, and said with a smile on his face:

"This brother has worked hard, a small meaning is not respectful, this is to invite the brothers to drink tea, please take care of it.

Another day, the contemptible people ask you Luo Commander to take your brother to the drunken guest house to drink, we will not return if we are not drunk. ”

Although some people looked down on the little brocade clothes in front of him, during the special period, Fan Yonggen still put down his body and leaned over to slap Dong Changqing.

It's just that Fan Yonggen's words are a bit hidden, and he deliberately points out the relationship between himself and Luo Yangxing, which means that he can call his superiors.

You'd better be interesting, and take it when you see it.

He really wasn't bragging when he said this, the Jinyi Guard of the Chongzhen Dynasty was not as powerful as in the past, although Luo Yangxing was a commander, but the feathered phoenix was not as good as a chicken, and in his eyes it was just a small role.

What's more, over the years, Luo Yangxing has not taken less money from him.

Businessmen, pay attention to everything.

"Well, brother, it's also routine!"

Dong Changqing unceremoniously took the gold leaf, reversed the weight, and then put it into his arms and said expressionlessly.

Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief!

Dong Changqing naturally knew how powerful the Fan family was in the capital, but now the other party groveled to himself, indicating that there must be something wrong with this person, as Li Ruolian said.

As for the Luo Yang commander mentioned by Fan Yonggen, Dong Changqing automatically ignored it.

In the face of arresting Jianyu and making meticulous work, no one's face is good.

At the same time, he was also a little strange in his heart, why didn't he see Commander Luo with such a big move today?

However, that's not something you have to care about, it's important to catch it carefully.

Thinking of the Fan family's huge wealth and great contributions in the future, Dong Changqing's heart was hot.

This is a great fortune, not everyone can touch it.

And Fan Yonggen was relieved to see that Dong Changqing had accepted the money, and he would just accept the money.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Yonggen handed over the list of goods and said with a smile: "The invasion of the Tatars, martial law in Beijing, this is the proper meaning, and the contemptible people fully understand."

This batch of goods is shipped from Zhangjiakou, and the customs and seals along the way are complete, please check the little brother. ”

Dong Changqing waved his hand and asked his subordinate Jinyi Lieutenant to inspect the goods, and he absentmindedly flipped through the materials handed over by Fan Yonggen.

The Fan family's goods are ginseng, Dongzhu, and mink, all of which are the favorite items of the powerful in the capital, and there is no problem with the procedures.

At the same time, there is no problem in terms of quantity.

Ginseng, Dongzhu, and mink are all specialties of Liaodong and belong to the area of Jiannu.

Although the Ming Dynasty and Jiannu have a mutual market, it has always been intermittent, even during normal mutual market hours, the imperial court also strictly controls the number of transactions.

Of course, if you can't control it, that's another matter.

"Okay, brothers, just mean it."

Dong Changqing returned the materials to Fan Yonggen, turned his head and shouted at his subordinates.

Originally, he didn't care about goods, but people!

Fan Yonggen nodded, this kid is still very good, collecting money to do things, and not taking the opportunity to mess around.

"Shopkeeper Fan, I'm sorry, I'm afraid these horses will have to stay."

Dong Changqing pointed to the carriage and the horses that everyone was riding, and told the imperial court's policy of separating people and animals, and said embarrassedly.

"Understand, understand. In extraordinary times, national affairs are the most important. The little brother is also the duty, and these horses should be donated to the court soldiers to kill the enemy. ”

Fan Yonggen's family has a big business, and dozens of horses are insignificant in his eyes.

Now, he just wants to enter the city as soon as possible.

"Fan shopkeeper Gao Yi!"

Dong Changqing gave a thumbs up.

If it weren't for Shangfeng telling the Fan family that there was a problem, Dong Changqing would almost believe that Fan Yonggen was a patriot.

Don't underestimate these dozens of horses, how much money is another matter, the problem is that money may not be able to buy wow.

Look at the people, they donated to the imperial court without blinking an eye, and the words are so good.

But......

The more this is the case, the more it shows that people have other plans.

When did the businessman be so generous?

Dong Changqing, as a brocade guard and a thousand households, has seen all kinds of people, and the cases he handles are complicated, so he understands this truth too well.

"Brothers, be smart, it's getting dark, hurry up and register the household registration of Shopkeeper Fan and his party, and indicate the address of the residence in Beijing......"

Dong Changqing raised his throat and shouted loudly.

A trace of panic swept over Fan Yonggen's face, and his heart hung in the air.

PS: Zhuqing, you have done it to Jin Shang, and you are asking for a wave of votes to count votes......