(It's been a bit of a drag these days, but it's a transition.) Soon it will be a different plot. ）

The snow floc falls on the bluestone slab, like the edamame tofu produced in Huizhou, shrouded in a veil of mystery. Fang Yiru hung his right hand around his neck, and held an oil-paper umbrella in his left hand, standing in the place where Limin had sealed the door.

"Brother Fang, he can't benefit the people, what should I do?"

Fang Yiru muttered: "Wait, the more weak he is, the more he doesn't dare to come out, the more reasonable it is for me to wait." As scholars, how can we allow such unkind and unrighteous people to run rampant in the Shuntian Mansion? ”

"Brother Fang is right, now the whole city is saying that Yang Fan is unkind and unjust, and we should be benevolent and take it as our responsibility." Another gentleman chimed in. The door panel of Li Mindang was removed, and Yang Fan stood behind Uncle Liang and Uncle Sun, looked at the heads of several people that were gradually revealed, and said, "How long have these people been here?" ”

Liang Fu, who had been planning inside, said: "It's been an hour. I saw that the lord had not yet gotten up, so I followed them outside and cursed. At first, there were loud words, but then when there was no movement, he stopped talking. ”

"Have all the displaced people in the city moved to the outskirts of the city in the past few days?"

Uncle Sun interjected: "Is that not it, not freezing to death in the city?" Where is there a place for them to escape from the cold? If you want to say that you are benevolent and righteous, it is too much, those leftover leather goods and jackets have been taken over to keep out the cold, those people are wearing the clothes given by the lord, eating the food taken out of our cellar, and scolding the lord, I really don't know what to do. ”

"What's going on under the overpass?"

"What else? Our dozen cauldrons have symbolically become a pot since the second day, and they have been scolded so much that they are scolded, and those three aunts and six aunts are counted, and those old masters and sons have come to judge and judge, which is really nonsense. Liang Bo shook his head.

More than a dozen people outside the door watched Yang Fan chatting with the two old men, not noticing that they were still standing in the snow, and they were immediately furious, and shouted: "Uncle Ling He is such a big shelf, so I wait in the snow!" ”

"Do you think there's anything wrong with me doing this?"

Liang Fugang was about to turn around to look at Fang Yiru and the others, but was turned back again by Yang Fan's questioning. "Sir, a few of us bad old men understand that no matter what the lord does, he will not treat those refugees as inappropriate people, otherwise he would not have to open it in the first place."

Seeing that Yang Fan still didn't pay attention to himself, Fang Yiru's eyes lit up, and he said: "The benevolent gentleman who used Sanwen money to humiliate his subordinates morally didn't expect that he was also a hypocrite, and it was really insulting. ”

On the other hand, Shizi also echoed: "I didn't expect Ling Hebo to be such a hypocrite, and he didn't even have a conscience as a businessman. ”

The old shop street was full of wind and snow, Yang Fan took the coat in Sun Shenming's hand, shook the clothes with his hand, and said, "What about Liu Hui and Zhang Yaoren?" ”

The greatest lethality in the world is to ignore it, no matter how happy you are jumping and happy, people ignore you, then you will be angry with a monkey. Finally, when Yang Fan walked out of the door, his eyes finally turned and looked at a few angry young people who were already pale, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

This sentence is like asking your lord your surname at the gate of the city, the lethality is a bit high, and it makes a group of scholars who have just prepared to speak so angry that they want to vomit blood. Fang Yiru understood that the more Yang Fan said that he didn't care, the calmer he would deal with him, so he said calmly: "Lord Yang." ”

"What? Brother Fang, your hand is broken? How did it break? Yang Fan pretended to be surprised, and then turned back to the few guys who were watching the excitement in Qiwu Zhai and said, "Don't look at it, the carriage is driving out, I want to go out." ”

Fang Yiru smiled: "The lord is going to stand like this and talk to me?" ”

"What do you want?"

"It's okay, I'm here to ask for an explanation for those refugees, the lord is so disregarding people's livelihood and suffering, and treating human life like a mustard, it really disappoints the saint's expectations of you."

Yang Fan smiled coldly, took the oil-paper umbrella handed over by Uncle Liang, and said, "Do you still want to ask for an explanation?" Have you finished reading all the books, and are you ready for next year's Spring Festival? When you're full and have nothing to do, do you come here to make trouble? ”

"You ......"

"What are you, I'm a courtier, it's just that you don't want to salute, you are so presumptuous, is it itchy to come to smoke?"

Several Confucian scholars were said by Yang Fan's faces, which turned blue and red.

"Our scholars, worried about the country and the people, but sir, you are greedy for a high position, and you don't know how to sympathize with the people, so you actually gave those refugees that pig food! It's really intolerable. ”

"Pig food? A few of them were for the pigs, and half of our winery used them to make wine, and a few of them had also drunk the bar in Xianjulou. If you want to talk about pig food, ......," Yang Fan glanced at the scholars.

"Is this millet and sake lees mixed together for people to eat? Don't quibble, the master of the capital has long been known all over the city. ”

Yang Fan saw that the carriage was ready, so he said, "Yes, it's okay." You have to listen to what I explain to you. It is estimated that there are not a few people who want to hear it, and you will wait to pass the news, and say that you want to hear my Yang Fan's explanation, or want to question me Yang Fan, before noon, on the outskirts of Miyun City, it is outdated! With that, he got into the carriage, poked his head out of the window, and said, "Lord Ben will go first!" ”

Yang Fan's departure from the city was once again hot. Today is the tenth day of the Gu family's soup kitchen, and Gu Zhiqing also estimated that it was almost over, and the people would never be able to get up again. Gu Zhiqing is also ready to stop, otherwise he will give porridge every day, and his Gu family is not really a good person, and the unjust money will be almost spent.

Suddenly heard the sound of the wind, this Yang Fan seemed to have some big moves in the suburbs, Gu Zhiqing, who had just finished eating mustard and rice, rushed to the outskirts of the city with Gu Yizhou, he wanted to see how this Yang Fan could clear this infamy. The old master, who stayed overnight last night, wiped the lipstick from his neck, put on his coat, got into a temporarily rented carriage under the report of his disciples, and hurried to the outskirts of the city, which will surely make him famous today.

Only in this way will someone from a large family hire him as a teacher. In this life, when he was old, he made up for a student, the imperial examination was a long way, and he was tired of going back and forth, and in the past seven or eight years, Hu Fuzi was also disappointed in his career, so he simply became a teacher, eating all day and waiting for death.

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Outside the city, there were a lot of official sedan chairs that should not have appeared, stopped on one side, and the people inside did not come out. Some scholars and scholars supported the side of the official sedan chair, whispering something, probably slandering Yang Fan to express their feelings of serving the country.

Several proprietors under the overpass, sitting in carriages, also stopped in one place, and there were many onlookers, probably good deeds who had nothing to do.

"I heard that the black-hearted ghost said that there is a reason why he mixed porridge with rice bran, and people who want to know come here and wait. This shelf is really big, look, a few big men over there have come over. When the time comes, he Yang Fan will not be able to get over, but he will have to suffer. Someone laughed.

"What do you know, do you need those big men to come forward? Those scholars and old Confucian students drowned this Lord Yang with a mouthful of spit, and when the time came, several big masters stood up at most, singing and red-faced, to show how they loved the people like sons, and how they were heartbroken about this kind of behavior, it was almost the same. "What kind of virtue does the official master, these businessmen see it most clearly, one set in the open, one set in the secret, there are very few really good officials.

Yang Fan sat in the carriage, poured some rice bran that had just been scooped out of the cauldron outside into his mouth, swallowed it with great difficulty, and said to himself, "It's really unpalatable." He stepped out of the carriage and saw that the officials and scholars on the left were already in place, and the owner of the overpass on the right who wanted to see his appearance was also in place, so he ordered the tens of thousands of refugees in the tent to come out and line up in an orderly manner.

The curtain of the blue seal official sedan chair was slightly opened by one hand, looking at the tens of thousands of refugees, he muttered: "It seems that this morning pilgrimage, what the saint said is true, this Lord Yang is going to sea." Standing on the side was Li Yuhuan, looking at the crowd with a sinking face, and said slowly: "Dad, I also want to go to the sea to see." ”

"No way!" In the blue seal official sedan chair, Li Dao's voice immediately vetoed, "The old Li family is such a lone seedling as you, if there is an accident when you go to sea, how can you tell your father to explain to the ancestors and ancestors?" Li Yuhuan raised his head and said, "If the lord goes, I will get it." ”

Li Dao poked his head out of the curtain directly and said to Li Yuhuan: "He himself has been mired in the quagmire for the past few days, and he can't just care about it, so don't go and mix it blindly." ”

Li Yuhuan bowed, clinging to his father's sedan chair, and said, "Dad, make a bet with you, the lord will definitely be able to save the day this time." If I win, you'll have to agree to let me go to sea, what? ”

Li Dao shrank back into the sedan chair, "The old man doesn't come forward, he will never want to wash it this time." You kid, if you dare to bet with your father, just wait to stay at home in peace. Li Yuhuan smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and was silent.

"Lord Yang, this person is here, you have something to say, don't let everyone wait." An old Confucian stood up and said.

Yang Fan did not face him, but looked at the tens of thousands of refugees and said, "Are you eating well?" When this question came out, it immediately made the businessmen and Confucian scholars on the side laugh, and they didn't blush when they asked it? Obviously, it was you Yang Fan who ate rice bran for others, but he turned around and asked how people were eating.

The old Confucian sneered and said loudly, "The lord should ask yourself. ”

"Shut up!" Yang Fan suddenly turned his head and scolded angrily, which immediately startled the smug old Confucian student, and was frightened by the murderous aura in Yang Fan's eyes and took a step back, "Lord Ben asked you to come here to listen with your ears, not to let your stinky mouth make irresponsible remarks." Here, the most unqualified to speak are you Confucian students. ”

Yang Fan's words brought in a group of people behind the old Confucian Sheng, which immediately aroused dissatisfaction.

"What do you say, sir? As scholars, we should ......"

Yang Fan directly interrupted the man's words and said, "When these refugees starved to death on the streets, which of you gave a grain of rice and stood up, Lord Ben allowed him to speak." Looking at the disdainful and arrogant Confucian scholars, Yang Fan scolded: "The so-called well-dressed beasts are better than you guys who can only talk nonsense, but refuse to give a grain of rice to help these refugees." ”