From Huguang to the east, Yang Fan did not bring Chen Wangting. By his side, Chen Wangting will always be a guard. He handed over the bridge between the seven mountains and twelve rivers and the imperial court to Chen Wangting before, just to give him a chance, if he has the ability to gain a foothold in Huguang, then let go of his hands and feet and let him do it. Of course, Chen Wangting did not live up to Yang Fan's expectations of him and did things beautifully.

Most of the people in the imperial court don't like to deal with those copycat bandits, and they boast of their identity, but for Chen Wangting, they have another attitude. One is to give Yang Fan face, especially after this victory; The second is to give Lu Xiangsheng face, Yang Fan can't stay in Huguang all the time, this discerning person can see it, but Chen Wangting can. He is like a talker of Yang Fan, setting up this line of defense here.

This victory, Chen Wangting naturally contributed a lot. As long as he doesn't make mistakes, Yang Fan will naturally help him pave the way behind him. And these village owners and leaders are also happy to be like this, with Yang Fan's money and the protection of the court, why not do it.

When Yang Fan and the four of them left Huguang, Lu Xiangsheng had not yet returned to Jingzhou, and Qin Liangyu, who was strictly guarding Kuizhou, was also a little surprised. When she heard that tens of thousands of rebel troops had been annihilated by one day, she was also secretly surprised. Unexpectedly, Lu Xiangsheng was not there, and the power of the Xiongjun was even greater this day. Her thousands of white-pole troops also returned in vain. But it's better to return in vain than to lose the city.

The holy decree that had just come from Jingshi, and Lu Xiangsheng, who was still halfway there, didn't expect that Yang Fan would leave like this. walked quietly, and only Chen Wangting knew the news.

In this era when traffic depends on walking and information depends on shouting, a few people quietly left. It's even more unaware, no one thought of it. The number one hero left in such a low-key manner.

Wait until you come to your senses. Lu Xiangsheng, who was already a little excited, had already arrived in Jingzhou, and when he was looking for Yang Fan in the city, the generals of the Tianxiong Army came to react, and Yang Fan was gone. Lu Xiangsheng was okay, he couldn't find a big deal and sent it to the capital, so it was fine.

But the eunuchs who came later were so worried that their hair was about to fall out. When he left Beijing, Zhu Youzhen clearly said that he would bring Yang Fan to the capital. You can't just throw off the holy decree and slap your ass and leave. In other words, Yang Fan can't find it, and this eunuch doesn't want to return to Beijing.

In the early spring of Hangzhou, the spring has quietly bloomed. The spring is cold, and the withered willows by the West Lake have not yet pulled out new shoots. Yang Fan and Su'er rowed a boat on the lake together. They have been in Yuhang for a few days. The water town in the south of the Yangtze River is indeed a good place to relax his nerves for Yang Fan, who has just experienced so many ups and downs.

Paddle to the middle of the lake. Yang Fan no longer rowed, but lay down and looked at Wang Xu'er at the stern of the boat, and the light stroke of the lake.

"Mr. Su is dead."

The brush fluttered. Fell into the lake.

After a little sneaking in, it floated up again.

"You were still in Jingshi that year, lying in a hospital bed. It was that heavy snowfall, and Mr. Su left quietly. You were weak then. I didn't tell you. Since then, there has been no good opportunity, so I didn't tell you. ”

Wang Su'er wiped her tears. Didn't speak. Her thin hands dipped into the icy waters of the lake and grabbed the pen. Although Mr. Su has a master-apprentice relationship with her, more often than not, he is more like his grandfather.

Yang Fan turned sideways, his bent hand under his head, and did not comfort Wang Su'er. Life and death, this is something that must be experienced in life, don't be sad, it can only be a verbal perfunctory, if so, it is really not sad, then this emotion is too shallow.

Time, only time, can make this kind of longing and remembrance fade.

"Xia Bo will stay in Jinling, and you will stay in Jinling too. There is our own manor there, and the old shop street is occupied by the imperial court, only for the benefit of the people, and it is sad to go back. ”

"What about you, Brother Yang?" Wang Su'er didn't look at Yang Fan, but lowered her head and sobbed.

"Me? I have to go back. When everything is done, I will come back immediately. Would you like to stay in Jinling? "Yang Fan didn't want Wang Su'er to go to the troubled waters of Jingshi again.

"I listen to Brother Yang, there is just one thing, if there is anything in the future, don't hide it anymore, okay?"

Yang Fan straightened up, held the pulp, paddled towards the lake, and said lightly: "I told you the biggest secret I hid from Su'er." Brother Yang promised you that you would always be happy in the future. ”

After staying in Yuhang for a few days, the continuous drizzle, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, most of them made people feel a lot of sorrow, the ancient street fellows, this time Yang Fan sent away Luo Yifei, Wang Xu'er and Xia Moshu, and he was really left alone. It was also a stopper, but Yang Fan still wanted to stay here for a few days, so he asked the three of them to go back to Jinling first.

The bridges, bricks, and alleys of Yuhang, how to walk, are so poetic and picturesque. An umbrella hit the streets and alleys, and the water droplets falling on the rubble on both sides hit the puddles, splashing small splashes, rendering a few circles of ripples. In the mist and rain, Yang Fan sat on the promenade by the river, listened to the storyteller's newly composed tune, and spent half a penny to buy a newspaper and look at it carefully.

The news in the newspaper made Yang Fan a little surprised. It seems that the implementation of the new tax is exceptionally smooth, so smooth that even he doesn't believe it. There are not many literate people on the street, and those talented people who are showy do not have the Yaxing, spend this money to buy a newspaper to read. Just a few rich men who were idle, sitting in the corridor between walking birds and playing chess, smiled and asked Yang Fan to tell them something about the newspaper.

When he heard that from this year onwards, the agricultural tax would be halved and the commercial tax, tea, and mining taxes would be increased, he was so frightened that he forgot to take the birdcage back and hurried home. I'm going to switch to rice and potatoes next year, and I have to ask someone who understands such a big news, otherwise the money will have to be spent again.

The beginning of spring is very crucial, and the plan of the year lies in spring.

You have to think about what you want to plan. Of course, you have to figure out such a thing.

In this early spring, the wealthy merchants in Jiangnan seemed to usher in a cold winter, and the increased commercial taxes made them have to pay taxes with the silver that they had originally given to certain people to monopolize protection. This made those self-employed people feel that it was difficult to do business, so they spent money, bought more land, hired tenants, returned to their old business, and began farming.

For them, the grain they grow, they can eat themselves, and they can also sell it to the imperial court, which is naturally cost-effective. This move was what Yang Fan was surprised by. It not only temporarily alleviated the sharp contradictions between tenants and landlords, but also solved the common phenomenon of destroying fields and planting mulberry in the south of the Yangtze River, and increased the shortage of grain in the imperial court. (To be continued......)