The Ming Dynasty died in the Qing Dynasty, the reason for this, the root lies in the negligence of political affairs, too wide with the scholars, too strict with the common people, the rise of the merchants, no profit and no early, no country and the meaning of the nation in the heart, only the income of the square inch, the fan traitor Yongdou, the people of the Ming Kingdom, the Miao descendants of the Han Dynasty, but at the time of the national war, they did not seek to benefit the country and a dime, but re-Qing one of the people's letters?

Those who do not pay attention to the survival of the Han people, only care about the selfishness of the family, and forget the righteousness for small profits, there is nothing more than this, and the Qing people will rise so rapidly if they have no iron weapons? It is really to send a sharp blade and an enemy, the beginning of the three slaughters of Jiading and Yangzhou for ten days, it is from the hands of Jin merchants, although it is difficult to eliminate this hatred for eternity!

Jin merchants, national scum! -- This coffin is conclusive!

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Zhangjiakou. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the "Zhonghe Hall", the courtyard of the Fan family, which was personally given by the Qing Emperor, was lit with bright giant candles.

The daughter-in-law of the Fan family, Liu, sat in the hall in a daze, and there were two fifteen or sixteen-year-old maids standing beside her.

It was already late at night, but Liu was reluctant to sleep. The two little maidens were young, trying to endure the drowsiness, and from time to time secretly turned their faces to yawn.

After the third watch, Steward Zhao, who had lived in the Fan family all his life, saw that it was not a problem for the young grandmother to sit so stubbornly, so he entered the hall and persuaded: "Young grandma, you better go to sleep first, there is really any news from the provincial capital, I am waiting here, you can rest assured... Besides, don't worry too much, our lord is a royal merchant personally appointed by the emperor, and he is registered in the internal affairs department, and our Fan family has not passed through Outer Mongolia privately at all, and the lord can't have an accident. ”

A maid named Lucui also persuaded: "Young grandma, you are still pregnant, you can't boil like this, it's better to rest quickly." ”

Liu just shook his head slowly, still silent. She looked at more than thirty people, her face was very beautiful, but her body was a little weak. The slightly raised lower abdomen is her second child, and the eldest was born four years ago and named Yuxin.

"The province and the government have to make silver, and the capital also has to send silver, no matter how much silver is spent, you have to rescue the master! If it doesn't work, let's go and sue the emperor, our Fan family will work hard for the Qing Dynasty since the beginning of the fight, yesterday these officials said that they would arrest the master? They beat the uncle so badly, there is no royal law in their eyes! ”

Liu's family is really angry, a good disaster from the sky, the province came to help the soldiers, and they locked their own master away without asking, and her husband Fan Sanba was also beaten by the soldiers, so that he can't get up from the bed now.

Steward Zhao hesitated for a moment and said: "Young grandma, it's not that I didn't send it up, but those officials didn't dare to accept it, saying that this time it was the Qin messenger from Beijing who wanted to run our Fan family, and the people in the province are now hiding from the plague for our Fan family, and they all think that our family's silver is hot!" ”

"There are still people in this world who are hot with silver!"

There was indescribable grief and indignation in Liu's voice, and Steward Zhao was afraid that the young grandmother would hurt the fetal gas, so he didn't dare to speak again. Liu Shi was angry for a while, waved his hand, and motioned for him to go down. Steward Zhao wanted to persuade again, but Liu just waved his hand, and Steward Zhao didn't dare to make any more noise, and quietly retreated.

The two maids were disappointed when they saw the housekeeper go down, and the two of them were bitter in their hearts, God knows how long the young grandmother will stay.

Liu sat alone for a while holding his head with one hand, and suddenly got up and knelt down in front of the ancestral tablet, and prayed in a low voice: "The ancestors of the Fan family are above, and the Liu family of the Fan family is here today to sincerely pray for the spirit of the ancestors in the sky, bless the master safe and sound, bless the uncle's body to improve quickly, and bless my Fan family to be safe and healthy!" ”

After Liu's prayer, she felt a little relieved, and the maid helped her to stand up, and suddenly felt a pain in her heart for no reason, and she couldn't help but be in a trance, as if she felt that the sky was about to fall, and her legs were so frightened that she knelt down again, and said with her hands together: "Ancestors and ancestors, I think of my Fan family, in the past hundred years of business, I have never done a thing that hurts the heavens and reason. The lord and the uncle spend money every day, pave bridges and roads, give porridge and money, repair temples extensively, gild the Bodhisattva's body, and don't say that our Fan family is benevolent and faithful! ... Why should the old man suffer this lawsuit, why should God send this disaster to my Fan family? If my Fan family is defeated, there will be no heavenly reason..."

Liu prayed while shedding tears. She looked reverently at the rows of enshrined portraits.

The portraits are all the ancestors of the Fan family, but twenty years ago, these portraits were still the clothes of the Han people, but now they have become the clothes of the Manchurians. This is because the Fan family was given the title of the Ministry of Internal Affairs by the Qing Emperor, and the head of the family, Fan Yongdou, felt that he was already a banner person, so he wanted to glorify his ancestors, and specially asked the painter to re-paint the portraits of the ancestors. The ancestors in the portrait have more braids.

Liu knelt like this for a long time, and only because the maid came to report that her husband Fan San had woken up, she quickly got up to see her husband.

Fan Sanba is Fan Yongdou's only son, and he is very shrewd and capable. Since the Fan family was named the emperor and entered the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Fan Yongdou and his son took advantage of the authority of the Ministry of Internal Affairs to take advantage of the privileges and conveniences given by the Qing Dynasty to expand their business scope. On the one hand, it continued to operate frontier trade, and on the other hand, it carried out the trade of silk, tea and grain in the customs area. The family property doubled, becoming a veritable first imperial merchant. There are more than 300 servants in the courtyard of Zhangjiakou, and there are 53 shops belonging to the Fan family in the city. Elsewhere it's even more intimidating.

When Liu came, Fan Sanba, who was injured by the officers and soldiers, was struggling on the couch and shouting: "Someone, I want to get up, come on, help me up!" ”

Liu walked over quickly and took the medicine bowl in the hands of his subordinates: "Uncle, you lie down and drink the medicine first." ”

Fan San pulled it out and pushed it away: "I don't drink, I want to get up!" ”

Tears welled up in Liu's eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "Uncle..."

His wife's tears softened Fan Sanba's heart and stopped struggling.

Before he was injured, Fan Sanba looked dignified, and his every move was the prestige of a wealthy businessman, but now, he no longer had any prestige on him, but a man who couldn't move on the bed. The god form is very haggard.

Liu gave her husband medicine with tears in her eyes, but after only a few mouthfuls, Fan Sanba spit out with a "poof", fell down, closed his eyes and gasped. Liu was shocked and called the doctor repeatedly, but at this time, he saw Fan Sanba holding up half of his body, and said with difficulty but decisively: "Don't call the doctor, help me... Sit up! ”

Liu hesitated for a moment, and had to help her husband with her subordinates to hug her half-lying and half-sitting.

Fan Sanba closed his eyes and rested for a while before he opened his eyes, gasped for a while and asked his wife, "Are they willing to let my father come back?" ”

Liu shook his head, and after Fan San saw it, he was even more painful.

When Liu saw it, he couldn't bear it in his heart, turned his face and whispered: "Uncle, the master is locked up in the province, and the people sent by our family are not allowed to see him, and no one dares to ask for the silver sent, saying that it is the Qin mission from Beijing who wants to run our Fan family.... I... I'm afraid... I'm afraid that our Fan family is really in trouble..."

As soon as he heard this, Fan Sanba's body posture did not relax, but his hand subconsciously grabbed a snuffbox beside him and held it irritably, and the snuffbox was inadvertently broken by Fan Sanba. (To be continued.) )