Xu Guangqi's face changed, and he shouted: "What are you talking about, in my Ming territory, which one is not my Ming people?" ”

"It turned out to be the people of the Ming Dynasty, so dare to ask which sage who is going to enter the phase can save those hungry and cold people for us? Master Xu, can you? Yang Fan's tone was very peaceful, listening to Xu Ji and Xu Guangqi's ears, but he couldn't help but make his body tremble.

yes, can I?

"Is Lord Xu going to take out his money to help the victims, or is he going to vacate his mansion to resettle the victims? Even if Lord Xu is a bodhisattva and willing to do this, how many people can he get? ”

Xu Ji has just been promoted back to Beijing from other places, and after a while, he will be promoted to the head of the household. was asked by Yang Fan, and there was no sound. The imperial court has long had no time to take care of these victims, and the hard-hit areas in the northwest are about to turn the sky upside down, so they can only send 10,000 stone of grain that was cut out from Yang Fan to solve the urgent need.

"If I, Yang Fan, stand on top of the court and stand in the palace, what measures can I take to keep these people from starving to death or freezing to death?" Yang Fan asked one after another, leaving the two speechless.

If an official does Xu Guangqi like this, he is already a good official. He is not only a practical talent, but also able to clean himself and worry about the country and the people. However, more often than not, he is a monk for a day, taking bribes, being mediocre and incompetent, only knowing how to slap horses and chant poems, but he does not know how to sympathize with the people's feelings and think about the national plan.

Xu Guangqi sighed and asked rhetorically, "Then can you?" ”

"I, Yang Fan, can save a thousand people, and if I try my best, I will never save only nine hundred and ninety-nine people. Rice, you can buy it, you can send a padded jacket, but what I want to ask adults is, can you? ”

Xu Guangqi felt like a fish in his throat, unable to say anything, and finally could only sigh, shook his head and said, "The old man can't." ”

"So, can Sun Shangshu?"

"I don't think so."

"That's it. In a peaceful and prosperous era, enter the Shi and the people; The way of troubled times, out of the world will be peaceful; However, in this troubled world, there is a natural disaster, and only industry can prosper the country! ”

"Industrial prosperity......" Xu Guangqi raised his head, glanced at the back of this amazing voice, nodded and said, "What an industrial prosperity!" Xu Guangqi's last sentence is a good industrial prosperity, I don't know whether it is a sigh or a mockery.

The meaning of Yang Fan's words is very simple. The poor people didn't have a grain of rice, but the Lu family had thousands of stone white rice in the granary. Then, there are only two ways to alleviate this gap between the rich and the poor. The first way, which is now what Li Zicheng's gang in the northwest did, rebelled; The second way is that Yang Fan walked, pulling out the silver from the hands of those who made a fortune in the country, which requires wisdom and patience.

Coming out of Xu's mansion, Xu Guangqi drank some wine and didn't come out to see him off. Three women in trench coats, and the four stinky boys who played stuffy sticks at the beginning. Yang Fan followed behind Xu Ji, and after a few polite words, he was ready to leave.

"Brother Yang, can you stay with Sister Rong'er for a night tonight?"

Yang Fan glanced at Xu Rong, who was wrapped in a beige windbreaker, and said, "Of course." Oh, by the way, Mrs. Xu, do the clothes still fit? "Fit fit, the lord is really considerate." Mrs. Xu touched Xu Rong's hand, "When can my family Rong'er find such a good man." ”

"Mother, what are you talking about this?" Xu Rong blushed and lowered her head, fortunately, the cold wind was blowing, and the red little cheeks were not so hot.

"I'm just talking, what's this?" Mrs. Xu glanced at Xu Rong, "What, can't you talk about it?" Yang Fan held up the oil-paper umbrella and hurriedly interrupted: "Haha, Mrs. Xu looks at a hundred hearts." Rong'er was born so beautiful, and she is worried that she can't find Ruyi Langjun? That Lord Xu is taking his leave. ”

Xu Ji returned the salute and said, "Sir, let's go." Xu Rong glanced at Yang Fan, who seemed to be praising himself, and took Su'er's hand with some resentment and walked towards the house. A few bastards who knocked on the sticks looked at the handsome gray coat, then looked at their big cotton robes, and said, "Mother, make us a coat too." ”

Xu Ji scolded: "I didn't just make new clothes this year, what else do you want to buy, do you think that your father and your grandfather's money are all picked up?" If you don't learn anything, you won't go back and read the book to me! ”

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The sky was not dark, Yang Fan looked up, and he could still clearly see the umbrella bones in the oil-paper umbrella. The snow immediately covered the umbrella with a thin layer, and Yang Fan looked at the road, and his feet stepped on it, making a creaking sound.

"This son, okay, give some money." With such heavy snowfall, some of them are just slow-moving carriages, and they are almost extinct walking in the snow like Yang Fan. Yang Fan paused, and then walked away.

The man crouched back in disappointment, and Yang Fan continued to walk back. He knew that there were countless eyes staring at him in the dark, and once he gave the money, he would be surrounded in the blink of an eye. Laopu Street is separated from Xufu by a county, Yang Fan does not plan to go back today, but to meet Li Dao Li of Dali Temple for a while.

The original trial of the case with the Luo family was Guo Youheng of the Criminal Department, but this case still has a tail. Yesterday, Li Dao's invitation was sent to Laopu Street, and Yang Fan accepted it. Along the way, Yang Fan ignored the constant wailing and begging voices, but was thinking about a question, that is, is there still fairness in this world? What is fair, the poor deserve to starve, and the rich must drink wine and eat meat?

Maybe this is a hypocritical question, but Yang Fan has thought about it countless times. I used to think about it in a small rental house, when I fled to Liaodi with refugees, and now he still thinks about it. There were constantly hands as dirty as chicken feet reaching out to Yang Fan's side, but he was so inferior that he didn't dare to touch Yang Fan's clothes, he walked in a hurry, and the Li Mansion and the Xu Mansion were separated by a few streets. Yang Fan walked into the alley, the snow was much smaller, and the snow that blew down obliquely fell on the corner of the eaves. The snow is noticeably thicker than elsewhere.

There were more refugees in the alley, sitting one by one, and seeing a noble person coming, pleading and grabbing the sky, Yang Fan's brows furrowed even tighter. What exactly is fair?

A man walked in front of him, wearing a cloak with a hood, his face could not be seen clearly, his back was bent, his hands were shrunk in his clothes, and he didn't even have an umbrella. Yang Fan didn't look at the man, still thinking about the problem by himself.

The snow was falling, and the wailing had filled Yang Fan's ears, so that he couldn't hear what they were shouting about. The black-robed man and Yang Fan were getting closer and closer, the oil-paper umbrella in Yang Fan's hand leaned forward slightly, and finally the snow covered by the umbrella began to fall in a torrent, sprinkled with joy, and he couldn't see the road ahead.

Boom!

A dagger passed through the snowy waterfall and stabbed at Yang Fan's abdomen......