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The weather is getting colder, and early in the morning, there are vendors in Suncheonfu who start setting up stalls early. Although there are few people, it is a little bit to be able to make some money. The hawkers are convinced that money doesn't come out of the bed.

The old man put his hands in his robe, squatted at the gate of the city, and put a basket of charcoal in front of him, for fear of getting damp, the old man specially covered a rag, and with his low broken voice, he shouted weakly, "Charcoal, sell charcoal." The finger moved unusually flexibly.

"How do you sell charcoal?" Yang Fan walked up to him with a smile and squatted down. Lifting the rags, he asked. The charcoal seller glanced at Yang Fan, couldn't help frowning, and said, "Charcoal is very expensive, you can't afford it." ”

Yang Fan smiled and asked, "What kind of noble law?" "Can it be more expensive than gold?

The weather was getting colder, and no one had come early in the morning. Some cold air is inhaled into the nasal passages and feels astringent. The charcoal seller shuddered and said, "It is the most suitable to smoke bacon sausages or something." If you want to make a fire to keep warm, yes. The charcoal seller nodded and pointed to the woodcutter on the other side and said, "His house is cheap, and you can buy a bundle for fifteen cents." ”

Yang Fan nodded and muttered, "That's really expensive." ”

Maybe it's because he has been squawing for a long time, his legs are a little numb, the charcoal seller stood up, his two feet trembling in place, and seeing that Yang Fan, who was still squatting on the ground, had no intention of leaving, he was bored and said: "Don't stand if you don't buy it, it's blocking my financial way, and when you sell this basket of charcoal, you will leave." ”

"Are you sure that's all there is to it?" Yang Fan sneered and looked at the old man Yan Sù's expression.

The charcoal seller was anxious, and said angrily: "You are not a good person. I can't lie to you. This time I went out for this basket of charcoal, and there was no more. I said, do you want to buy it? ”

"Buy, buy, buy, how much money? Come to two. Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Two? You fucking think you're going to buy fritters on the street. If you want, bring the basket and buy it, or you should leave quickly. The charcoal seller raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hands from his robe, and stopped at Yang Fan.

"Heh, you're in this business. What's the matter, does the basket money also be counted? Hurry up, wrap me up. Yang Fan stood up and took out a piece of paper from his arms, as if he had really come to buy fritters, "Otherwise, you don't have to do this business in Shuntianfu." ”

The charcoal seller took the paper handed by Yang Fan, and muttered words in his mouth: "It really should be a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs." With such a casual glance, the charcoal seller raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be secretly surprised.

Yang Fan asked tentatively: "How about it, can this business be done?" ”

"Do, why not? Mosquitoes and flies are all fast meat. Where is the delivery? The charcoal seller put the paper into his cuff and said, "As long as you have the capital in place, you must be the leader of the leader, and you can do it." ”

"You'll find out when you come." Yang Fan handed over a piece of silver to the old man, but was thrown back by the charcoal seller.

"Less burial. Am I in it for the money? After saying that, he took the basket of pine charcoal and walked away in a huff. Yang Fan shook his head with a smile and watched the old man leave.

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If yesterday's knighthood seemed to be a foregone conclusion, then today it will be a resurgence of waves. Because...... Fang Youcheng died. hanged himself in his study. Seeing that Fang Youcheng had not come out for two days, his wife Fang finally broke into the study yesterday evening, but in exchange for Fang Youcheng's cold corpse.

The farce of knighthood is still not over. The officials of the Sixth Section and the Metropolitan Procuratorate have been playing since they received the news of Fang Youcheng's death last night, demanding that Fang Youcheng be returned to his innocence.

What is still innocent? Who is responsible? The big guy's heart was bright, since the Holy Lord wanted to provoke Yang Fan's fire, then Fang Youcheng's death was the best way to extinguish this fire. Dead people don't speak, so they can let these colleagues and ministers make a fuss about it. Indeed, this stagnant water has been revived by this bloody human head.

Yang Fan, as Ling Hebo, bore the brunt of the impeachment. Zhu Youzhen said that he was sick today, and sat in the Qianqing Palace, looking at the ten strategies for rejuvenating the country.

"Holy." The deep voice outside the door broke the silence.

"Come in." He pressed the letter against the table, "How's it going?" ”

"Sheng Jing's side did kill a shadow son at dusk yesterday, and the Jinyi guard sent found out that there was indeed 50,000 stones of grain and grass." The flying fish suit was particularly gorgeous, and Luo Yangxing knelt on the ground and reported the news truthfully.

Zhu Youzhen closed his eyes and thought for a long time, who was stirring up the situation? Even though Yang Fan had personally admitted the extra 10,000 stone forage, he still buried a thorn in his heart, and muttered in a low voice: "Fifty thousand stones...... " He glanced at the rolled up "Moon Spring Map" in the painting world, and whispered: "If you are well, I will ensure your life of glory, but this qiē is all given to you by me!" It's easy to take it away! ”

The emperor's mental technique, to put it bluntly, is the scale in the emperor's heart. Which side sinks has to be weighed. Zhu Youzhen has been in power for less than five years, but he can see it clearly. What to do, when to do it, very clear in mind. A holy decree went down, and it quickly calmed down the turmoil that was about to rise again.

Fang Youcheng gave the name of Liezhong, and Ling Hebo Yang Fan temporarily did not have a fiefdom and stayed in Beijing to wait for the decree. As a result, the officials were satisfied, and the important ministers of the court were balanced, as simple as that. The incident started because of Yang Fan, and Yang Fan rested. The fief is very mysterious, the division of the Ming Dynasty is no longer like the old practice of the previous dynasty, most of the titles are not allowed to set up private armies, collect taxes and grain, just like the Fu King of Luoyang, out of his palace built with the imperial court spent 250,000 taels of silver, that is, on Zhu Youzhen's territory. And Yang Fan's fiefdom is different, the front line of the war, and the knighthood with a different surname, this is a very sensitive place, and the officials of the Manchu Dynasty are afraid that Yang Fan will hold a heavy fist and come to them for trouble.

When the news reached Yang Fan's ears, it was just to verify the conjecture in his heart. I wanted to short the entire court, and now, this group of old foxes has shorted themselves first. Ling Hebo? Without a fiefdom, it would really be a false name. He put his hands behind his back, and finally understood something.

I'm still too young.

When I returned to the shop, I saw Wang Su'er squatting on the side playing with a big white cat, and asked, "Has Xiao Hei fed?" When Wang Su'er saw Yang Fan coming, she had to stand up. Suddenly I felt a wave of dizziness and almost fell to the ground. Yang Fan helped her and said, "Slow down." ”

Wang Su'er smiled and said, "It's okay." Xiao Hei is okay. Brother Yang, have you eaten the meal? Yang Fan helped Wang Su'er to the stool and said, "Are you hungry?" I'll do it for you. His hand subconsciously touched Wang Xu'er's head. Wang Xu'er, who was originally smiling like a flower, was suddenly stunned, and her eyes suddenly turned red. Yang Fan thought he was rude, and hurriedly squatted down and comforted: "Brother is wrong, he shouldn't have touched your head." ”

Wang Su'er shook her head and said, "Brother Yang, I don't blame you. It was Su'er who remembered her father, and her father used to touch Su'er's head like this. Yang Fan felt a little infarcted in his heart, wiped the tears on Wang Su'er's face, and said, "Yiqiē will get better." ”

Dinner was very plain, a few small dishes that I had learned before, accompanied by a few steamed buns. Wang Su'er ate very happily, in this era of male supremacy, there will be a big brother who cooks for himself. She was sad just now, but the next moment she was wrapped in warmth, biting the steamed bun that she would never finish, sneering and shedding tears......