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The main reason why everyone is angry is because they feel that this policy is simply aimed at the meat in their doctors' bowls.

After turning over the cards, even if the public sacrifice officially began, more than 100 officials crowded the Xu Mansion, the coffin had been lifted, and the mourning team began to cry.

On the altar, Gao Rune's carefully prepared sacrificial text is being read outward in a subdued tone.

At the end of the reading, Gao Ruone's voice was hoarse, the muscles on his face spasmed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he almost beat his chest and shouted: "Whose fault, whose sin? Punish the murderer and abolish the personal tax! ”

"Punish the murderer and abolish the personal tax!" The sound of being driven by the audience one by one.

This excited scene made Fang Zhongyong think of the crazy scene of those fanatical candidates and their escort sailors in the later generations of Lao Mi or Wanwan elections.

Of course, Fang Zhongyong's eyes stayed on Xu Qingchuan, who had been staring blankly at the coffin, like a wooden clay sculpture, and the two children behind him who were crying into tears.

One of the children with slanted shoulders was crying, and a long string of saliva hung from the corner of his mouth, like a mentally handicapped child, and a child who looked normal next to him kept holding a handkerchief to wipe away the tears of the mentally handicapped child.

There are a lot of strange things to look at in the past. Fang Zhongyong thought of this, and looked at Bao Zheng again.

And the madness above and below the altar, like a pyramid scheme, is still going on......

Someone was adding, shouting: "How can my generation of scholars and doctors become fish on the anvil and be slaughtered by others!" ”……

A lot of incendiary words were thrown outward like snowflakes, and many officials were already quite dissatisfied with the collection of official personal taxes.

Seeing this meeting, Lu San, Gao Ruone and the others were all very proud, looked at each other and smiled, and then, it was only left to direct the disaster to Fan Zhongyan, Fu Bi and others.

Gao Ruone looked at the officials inside and outside the altar, except for Bao Zheng and Fang Zhongyong, two neutrals who came because of their official duties, the rest of the people, none of them were members of Fan Zhongyan's party, it seemed that they were also afraid that the surging emotions would hit them.

Thinking of this, Gao Ruone's mood was very excited, he exchanged glances with Lu San beside him, waved his hand to signal the people in the audience to be quiet, clear their throats, and was about to continue, but suddenly heard a loud howl:

"Fire-fire-fire, water-water-water-"

From this sound, the people in the entire Xu Mansion were in a chaotic commotion. At first, Gao Ruone thought that someone was pretending to make a fuss, and was going to say a few words so that everyone could be born in peace, but when he raised his eyes, he saw puffs of smoke rising from the intersection of Wazi Street.

"Don't panic, let's go to the backyard first to find someone to come and put out the fire." Gao Ruone commanded, and Lu Sanye and a few servants were going to the backyard to draw water.

But these officials are usually used to being pampered, who still has the heart to put out the fire, even those crying women who spent money to invite are also hula and yearn to escape.

The mid-autumn weather is the most dry and dry, and the whole Wazi Street is full of a little dead utensils, wreaths, and sacrificial powder, and the flames lick over, and the narrow Wazi Street is like a vent, and the hula soon makes the fire burn.

The fire rushed towards the Xu Mansion, lit the plain paper flowers everywhere, and the immortal offerings, and soon jumped up to the house along the rows of wreaths.

The whole alley was soon soaked in smoke and terror, and everywhere you could hear the squeaky noise of being burned to the ground.

The officials who fled for their lives panicked one by one, trampled on each other, and many people choked on the thick smoke and fled deeper into the smoke.

Gao Ruone was caught off guard, and was pushed down by the officials who fled behind him, and trampled straight over his face, but in a moment, Gao Ruone became a pig's head, and his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

Lu San and several Lu Mansion family members who came to fight to the death before they used all their strength to drag Gao Ruone up from the ground and escape.

Bao Zheng and Fang Zhongyong saw that the fire was rising, so they jumped over early, pulled Xu Qingchuan and the two children behind him, and walked towards the water urn in the backyard.

Then a few people crawled to the side door of the backyard and opened them, and then shouted at the chaotic crowd to let everyone go this way.

Soon after a few people escaped, the fire brigade from Bianjing arrived, and everyone took the firefighting tools and began to put out the fire everywhere.

Countless basins of water were poured on the officials who were still hyping up just now, and the officials who were choked with smoke and blackened were also carried out one by one.

In fact, although the fire was not small, it was not so smoky. But because too much dust and chemical ingredients used to decorate the wreaths were ignited, there was a lot of smoke, and in the panic, the officials trampled on each other, making each other like pigs' heads, and no one cared about Xu Qingchuan and the children

- And only Bao Zheng and Fang Zhongyong, at the critical moment, really moved Xu Qingchuan.

Several people returned to Kaifeng Mansion, washed their faces, and Bao Zheng ordered someone to bring Xu Qingchuan and the children a few suitable clothes.

Fang Zhongyong directly ordered the catcher to bring the old man who was wearing a wreath at the corner of the street and alley for questioning.

When Fang Zhongyong returned to the inner hall, he only saw Xu Qingchuan like a wooden clay sculpture, his two fists clenched tightly, his lips were also tense, and he actually knelt in front of Bao Zheng and cried.

This was something Fang Zhongyong didn't expect.

Fang Zhongyong didn't do anything, just stood quietly by the door, and listened to what Xu Qingchuan said to Bao Zheng.

In the long statement, the main information point extracted by Fang Zhongyong was that Xu Qingchuan insisted that someone deliberately set fire to him, and Xu Qingchuan was vague about the motive for killing him.

In this piece of obscurity, Fang Zhongyong smelled a great atmosphere of party strife.

……

In the evening, when he returned to his study, Fang Zhongyong took a long roll of paper and began to doodle the urban map of Bianjing City.

Because the map of this era is still very brief and incomplete, Fang Zhongyong felt that in order to sort out the causes and consequences of the case in Xu Qingchuan's family, it was necessary to have a certain degree of intuitive understanding of the streets and alleys of Bianjing City.

So I took charcoal and a pen and composed them on a long scroll.

The Great Song Dynasty abolished the Tang Dynasty chessboard-style lifang system, and because the population was highly urbanized, the buildings were crowded, shops were set up along the streets, and commerce was developed, so the fang became a kind of lot name. The road system is no longer as square as Chang'an and Luoyang, and the streets and alleys have their own characteristics. (To be continued.) )