A knife can kill, but money can also reach the sky!

Almost at the same time that Zheng Jing ordered someone to arrest Fan Sanba, he learned the news. For him, who has been hiding in the Jin Chamber of Commerce in Nanjing, how can he sit still, as soon as he learned the news, he immediately went out of the city and hid in the Dabao'en Temple - a month ago, Fan Sanba just donated 5,000 taels of incense money to the temple, and the monks in this temple naturally will not refuse this son from the north to live in the temple.

"This surnamed Zheng's movements are really fast, we only visited a few houses, and he knew the news!"

Wang Mingbai, who had palpitations, still walked out of the door a little nervously when he listened to the wind and grass outside.

"Brother Songbai, how weak Zheng Chenggong's forces were back then, what did he rely on to win many battles with the Qing Dynasty army? It depends on knowing the movements of the Qing Dynasty well, otherwise I am afraid that it would have been wiped out long ago, and what is there today? Since he is like this to the Qing Dynasty, doesn't he know more about his own people? ”

Compared with Wang Mingbai's nervousness, Fan Sanba's expression and tone seemed very relaxed.

"Brother Fan, then, what now?"

Listening to the whistling sound of the cold wind blowing through the treetops outside, Wang Mingbai, who only felt that there seemed to be thousands of troops killed, was nervous and said nervously.

"He knows what we did, I'm afraid this Nanjing can't stay, in the opinion of the younger brother, you and I should leave here quickly."

Looking at Wang Mingbai's nervous appearance, Fan Sanba sneered in his heart, and said secretly, these eight families are really unavailable, how can such a cowardly person achieve great things?

This Fan Sanba couldn't help but think of Jin Wenbo again, if he was in Nanjing, what would this look like? I don't think I'm going to be so flustered.

In fact, Fan Sanba didn't want to come to Nanjing in person, after all, he was also a person who cherished his life, but as the only son of the Fan family, there were many things that he had to force himself to do, for the Fan family, and also for his own status in the Fan family and the eight families, he tried his best to control his emotions and not let it show on his face.

At this time, he was even a little envious of Jin Wenbo, who stayed in Beijing and never came back, he was free and easy, and he just left, and he didn't make the slightest nostalgia at all.

However, it is also true when I think about it, after all, he is the son of the Jin family. If it were to be replaced, I am afraid that he Fan Sanba would make the same choice.

Glancing at Wang Mingbai, there was a slight contempt in his expression, Fan Sanba's eyes narrowed slightly, and then said.

"Now he knows that it is a good thing that we are active in Nanjing, if we leave, but take advantage of his thoughts, the reason why we are here is not only to give the silver to those people, but also to make Zheng Jing's camp chaotic and the wealth is moving, how many people will refuse this silver? As long as they don't refuse, and the news reaches Zheng Jing's ears, what will he think in his heart? Brother Songbai, don't forget that this matter is related to the success or failure of the eight families, how can you and I be allowed to leave this place if it is not done? ”

"Hey......"

Wang Mingbai was said by Fan Sanba, and immediately said with some frustration.

"Brother Fan, you say, this kind of thing has to be done by you and me, isn't it okay to come with just someone? As long as we give the money out, and people take the money, won't the matter be done? This kind of thing, isn't it just a casual shopkeeper? ”

"How can it be so simple?"

Fan Sanba's words paused, his expression became extremely serious, he stared at Wang Mingbai and said.

"If you send someone over and send the silver out like this, even if they accept it, how can it attract Zheng Jing's attention, if he doesn't pay attention, how can he suspect that the officials in his palace have been bribed, otherwise, how can it cause chaos?"

This time I came to Nanjing, not only to give away the silver, but also to lobby those officials, lobby them to support Nan'anhou, and at the right time, to show something. If he didn't come in person, how could he tell the usefulness of those people?

When Fan Sanba said this, Wang Mingbai just sighed, he knew that there were many things that he could not decide, just like if he didn't want to come here with Fan Sanba this time, after all, the Wang family must also have someone involved.

"Actually, according to me, what are you waiting for in Nan Anhou? Simply, directly, it will be enough to solve that son's brother, and when the time comes, who will get him? Brother Fan, if not, you see, let's ......"

Looking at Fan Sanba, Wang Mingbai made a murderous gesture.

"We have eyeliner in the palace, otherwise we will ......"

Fan Sanba immediately intercepted his words, and then said coldly.

"How can you and I say such things? Don't talk nonsense, without the orders of the Hou Ye, how can you and I come nonsense? ”

"Look at you,"

Seeing Fan Sanba's serious appearance, Wang Mingbai immediately said with a smile.

"I'm just talking about it, talking about it."

The speaker was unintentional, listening intentionally, although he stopped Wang Mingbai's words sharply, but Fan Sanba also secretly felt that what he said was indeed reasonable, if he could kill Zheng Jing, things might be simpler.

Sometimes, killing people may be the easiest way to solve the problem. However, when this thought appeared in his heart, Fan Sanba shook his head and muttered to himself.

"How can this man be so easy to kill?"

Not only is it not easy to kill, even hiding in this great Bao'en Temple is not necessarily safe, in the next few days, in the city of Nanjing, soldiers go everywhere to catch spies, even ordinary people, every time they travel on the street, they will be interrogated several times, if the accent is a little northern, it will be strictly checked. However, this kind of investigation failed to catch any spies, but only increased some unjust prisons.

"Go to the old mother, check and check, Lao Tzu is a person from the Min Wangfu......"

Scolding and scolding, Chen Awu entered the Min Palace, of course, through the side door of the back wall, which was specially left in the palace by the servants.

Others listened to Chen Awu's scolding, and they all grinned, this Chen Awu's five big and three thick people, there are like Fujian people, but more like northerners, this appearance speaks a mouthful of Hokkien dialect, which naturally arouses suspicion. In the past few days, every time I go out, I will always be interrogated by soldiers. Even if you take out the waist card of the Min Wangfu, you may not be released.

"Ah Wu, what's the matter, you've been interrogated again?"

"Go to his mother, I'm about to go back to the house, I was stopped at the gate of the house, I almost didn't want to turn over Lao Tzu's car, if it was left back then, Lao Tzu would have to hack them to death with a knife......

Everyone knows that this is just talking, he Chen Awu can chop wood, as for cutting people, if he can cut people, with this body, how can he have been chopping wood in the house for the past few years?

However, for this braggadocio words, others just laughed, no one would expose him, only a few young maids in the mansion covered their mouths and snickered there, after all, in this mansion, who didn't know that he Chen Ah Wu was a cowardly master.

As the lowliest servant in the mansion, Chen Awu didn't even have his own room, and his residence was the firewood room in the backyard. In the eyes of ordinary large families, it seems that this firewood house is not a firewood pile, but a prisoner, and whoever catches a robber will lock him up in the firewood room. However, in the palace, there is naturally no need for this, after all, this palace has its own dungeon.

Because of this, this firewood room has become Chen Awu's room, but this firewood room is different from the old firewood room, there are spiders, mice, broken pots and bowls, and there are leftover coal dust on the ground...... There was almost everything, but there was no firewood, not even a single firewood.

This is because in recent years, the city of Nanjing has stopped burning firewood, the coal transported from Xuzhou, in the coal yard outside the city is made into briquettes, and then sold to the city of Nanjing, the people in the city are now mostly burning briquettes, after all, compared to firewood, the price of briquettes is cheaper, only some poor households will go to the Purple Mountain outside the city to pick up some firewood.

Because there is no firewood, there is naturally no need for Chen Awu to chop firewood, which also makes his life much easier, and even this firewood room has become more spacious, after all, briquettes are more resistant to burning, and thousands of briquettes can't occupy much space.

Back in the firewood room, Chen Ah Wu first drank a bowl of cold tea, and then got busy, he loaded the briquettes into the bamboo basket, and then carried the two baskets of briquettes to the kitchen. Because burning briquettes does not require Chen Awu to chop wood, he helps in the kitchen most of the time, but it is also rough work such as washing vegetables and washing dishes, but he never rejects this, after all, compared to chopping wood, these jobs can be said to be very light.

As usual, after stacking the briquettes on the wall, Chen Ah Wu washed his hands and washed the dishes as usual.

"Ah Wu, when you wipe the dishes, you must wipe them clean, these plates are all for the king......"

Again, when he was told like this, Chen Awu laughed.

"I know, no, I just got a new piece of cloth, and I promise it to look like new."

Laughing, he continued to wipe the plate with a cloth towel, in the palace, there are many rules, even the plates in this kitchen can be divided into three, six, nine and so on.

When wiping the plates, Chen Awu looked at the cooks who were busy in the kitchen, with a look of envy in his eyes, for a servant like him, if he could become a cook, it would be his ancestors who burned high incense, for this reason, he didn't pat the back of those cooks, but until now, no one is willing to take him as an apprentice, after all, there are some things that can not be learned if anyone wants to.

"Ah Wu, don't look at it,"

Ah Shu, who was washing vegetables, saw Chen Awu's appearance and said to him.

"Man's fate is predestined. You just accept your fate, your life, that is, the life of washing dishes. ”

"Wash it, wash it......"

With a muttering in his mouth, Chen Awu was not angry, but continued to wipe the plate, not with a cloth dipped in rammed green salt foam, so as to scrub the plate more cleanly......

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