Early the next morning, Zheng Rong asked his cronies to invite Old Man Zhao and Zhao Heizi, together with more than 30 silver cars, to Zhao Juren's house to ask for an explanation.

Hebei is a place for the imperial court to raise horses, and Yizhi is also rough in imperial arts, so Zheng Rong let a half-sized horse be brought to the left and right to walk with Yizhi, talking and laughing all the way. Qiu Yizhi has never had a father since he was a child, and his mother Zhao is very strict with him, and the rent collected on the field every year is used to pay the tuition fees of private schools. Yizhi knew that his mother was painstaking, and although he was not interested in the old pedant, he had already learned the sage scriptures. In addition, Qiu Yi's natural intelligence and his scruples of not understanding secular etiquette and religion made a series of witty words along the way, which amused Zheng Rong's heart.

After walking for a short time, Qiu Yizhi suddenly interrupted the conversation, stepped forward and raised his hand to point, and said to Zheng Rong behind him: "That's my uncle's house." ”

Zheng Rong followed the direction of his finger and saw a large mansion from a distance, not to mention anything else, the wall alone was two or three miles long, which showed that its owner was extremely rich.

After walking for a while, Fang arrived at the door of Zhao's house. Zhong Likuang had already discussed with Zheng Rong last night: Zhao Fuyi's forcible occupation of the farmland in the village has no evidence, and even if it is investigated, it is only to order him to return the farmland, and the foundation cannot be moved; Presumably, Zhao Fuyi's family is hugely rich, and he acts so arrogantly, there must be something arrogant in his words and deeds.

Therefore, he will be able to see clearly, Zhong Li Kuang has already squinted a pair of myopic eyes and looked up and down. The prosperity of the Zhao Mansion is more than visible from the outside of the wall. The wall is a foot high, different from the local dwellings made of yellow mud, but all of them are made of mud bricks, and the bricks are smoothed with lime and smeared with a layer of red paint, which looks solemn and solemn. There are branches jumping out of the wall continuously, and there are some tall trees such as pine, cypress, camphor, and apricot, which are seven or eight zhang high and two or three hundred years old. On the wall there was a vermilion lacquer door facing south, and the twenty-five large nails on the door, although the number had not been violated, were exaggeratedly large, and they were the size of a baby's head, and they still shone in the wind and sand, and they must have been gilded if not made of pure gold. The two stone lions at the door are even more huge, more than one person tall, but both the shape of the lion and the number of copper bells on the chest are in line with the etiquette of lifting people, and there is no transgression.

Zhong Likuang inspected the whole thing, and found no mistakes, so he whispered to Zheng Rong: "This Zhao Juren is quite shrewd, and he has never committed an explicit order. ”

Zheng Rong hated these people who oppressed the people and flattered the government the most in his life, so he nodded with patience, sat on the horse and bowed his head to Qiu Yizhi and said: "You take Old Man Zhao and Zhao Heizi to call the door together, but don't reveal the identity of this king." ”

Qiu Yizhi is a smart man, although he doesn't know Zheng Rong's intentions, he also knows that there must be a mystery in it, so he got off the horse and called the door according to Zheng Rong's words.

Zhao Heizi was like a fire, and as soon as he arrived at the door, he reached out and grabbed the door knocker in front of the two of them, knocking on the door knocker non-stop. After five or six knocks, a crack opened in the door, and a sharp head poked out of it. Zhao Heizi recognized it as the disciple of the Zhao Mansion, and said loudly: "The old man Zhao in the village wants to see your master!" The man didn't say a word, and directly closed the door, making Zhao Heizi eat a hard nail.

Kuroko was angry, and he didn't use the door knocker, he punched and kicked the wooden door, until his hands and feet were numb, and the door of the house opened again. Heizi was about to curse, but Qiu Yizhi preemptively said, "Do you recognize me?" I'm going to argue with my uncle! ”

Qiu Yizhi is the son of Miss Zhao Mansion, and has lived in Zhao Mansion for a few years, of course the people in the mansion know each other, stunned for a moment, and scolded with a face: "Which one knows you little wild seed?" With that, he slammed the door shut.

Qiu Yizhi was almost scolded by him and cried, holding back his tears, dug out a mud brick from the wall and handed it to Zhao Heizi. Zhao Heizi understood, and with a brick in his hand, he slapped desperately at the door, smashing a wooden door into potholes.

After a few smashes, the gate of Zhao's Mansion suddenly opened, and Heizi raised his eyes to see the housekeeper of Zhao's Mansion standing in front of the shadow wall, scolding the three of them with his hands behind his back. The housekeeper was from Shanxi, and the speed of his speech was so fast that the three of them couldn't hear clearly, and the three of them only felt that a big mole on the left side of the housekeeper's face was churning up and down, which was very lively. The housekeeper scolded for a while, felt bored, spat and raised his hand, and more than a dozen men of different lengths jumped out from behind the shadow wall, each holding a whistle stick, shouting that they were about to fight. Although Zhao Heizi's face was fearless, a pair of yellow children behind him were frightened by this formation, and Yizhi was busy barking "purr" in his mouth, and the little white dog behind him jumped forward and barked at the fierce and vicious Zhuang Ding.

The three of them called the door several times, Zheng Rong could see clearly in the back, and when he saw that the Zhao Mansion was about to commit murder, he urgently ordered his warriors to stop it. Last night, Zheng Rong had announced with his subordinates that Qiu Yi was the righteous son and treated the other three princes equally, and today he saw that the prince was about to be beaten, and the soldiers and warriors were all indignant, and rushed forward in a few steps. Zhao Fu family usually rampant in the township is still bullying the weak and afraid of the hard, facing the soldiers who have survived a hundred battles, they are like chickens without the slightest power to fight back, they are disarmed in three or two clicks, and they are all forced to the ground.

At this time, Zheng Rongcai slowly entered the door with a horse, looked at the housekeeper of the Zhao Mansion who was pinched together by two soldiers with a tiger's back, and said: "I am an officer who is passing by your land to escort grain and grass to Youyan, and I have a fate with your little master. ”

Although the housekeeper couldn't see Zheng Rong's appearance, he listened to him speak very decently, and he had some doubts in his heart, but after all, he had a bit of backbone, and remembered the slang saying "If you lose, you won't lose the battle", and scolded to the ground: "What little master? It's just a wild seed left by a dead soldier, and now he can't get rid of the dead nature of the soldier, and he actually recognized a dead soldier as his father-in-law, and his true death will not change......"

Four words of "death" in a row, Zheng Rong became angry, and said coldly to his subordinates: "Slap your mouth, give me a real beating." Three or four samurai sang a promise and lifted the butler. The housekeeper saw that the officer was wearing a red robe with a carved golden thread, a scarlet scarf on his head, a pair of phoenix eyes, two sword eyebrows piercing the sky, and three long whiskers fluttering in the wind, as if the gods had descended to earth, and immediately lost his arrogance. Before he could guess the identity of the comer, the samurai on the left and right had already untied the leather belt around his waist, grabbed it into a strand, and whipped it desperately on his cheek. The housekeeper couldn't scream the pain, so he had to grit his teeth and barely bear it, and after a while, he was beaten to the point of bleeding and unrecognizable.

Zheng Rong didn't look at it, and instructed his subordinates: "Wait for the silver chariot to enter the mansion, send two hundred people to guard it, and the remaining three hundred people will follow me to meet this Zhao Juren." As he spoke, he urged the horse to bypass the shadow wall and go to the depths of the Zhao Mansion.

Behind the shadow wall is a large garden. There is a waterhole in the center, which is several times larger than Prime Minister Yang Yuanzhi's house, and lotus flowers are planted all over the pool, and the brocade scales swim under the flowers. Around the waterhole are pavilions, rockeries, flowers and trees, all connected by gravel paths, which can be described as sparse and pleasant, one step at a time. Zheng Rong has long heard that the beauty of the Jiangnan garden is in the world, but he has no chance to see it, and what he sees in the Zhao Mansion today is probably not far behind, not to mention that it is built in the arid place of the north, and his intentions are several times stronger than that of the south of the Yangtze River.

Qiu Yizhi grew up in the Zhao Mansion, although his mother never allowed him to wander around during his lifetime, but he still knew a little about the layout of the mansion, so he guided Zheng Rongjing towards the main hall of the Zhao Mansion with his memory. Turning a few rockeries, a hall appeared in front of Zheng Rong's eyes, and the plaque in front of the hall was written with three big characters of "Ninghe Hall", which was mellow and timeless, and should be the handwriting of a famous artist. The hall building is not big, but the construction is extremely exquisite, the wood, stone, bricks, tiles, bucket arches, cornices, and painted floating hangings are all exquisite and flashy.

Zheng Rong was just about to get off his horse and enter the hall, but he saw more than 100 people holding wooden sticks and iron rods not far away, rushing towards this side with arrogance, so he simply sat down on the horse and waited for them to come forward. The leader over there is none other than Zhao Fuyi. Zhao Fuyi rested very late yesterday, and he was sleeping with the concubine just now, but one after another a family member came to report that several people from Zhao Jiadai had found some soldiers to beat the housekeeper out of nowhere, and they were walking to the main hall. Zhao Fuyi immediately became angry, put on a simple dress, and then lit up more than 100 family members and killed them towards Ning Hetang. Zhao Fuyi saw from a distance that there was indeed a team of officers and soldiers in front of the hall, and the leader actually rode into the garden on horseback, and he didn't know how much moss he had broken, and he was even more angry. He stepped up a few steps and took a closer look, only to see that the officer on horseback had solemn eyebrows, and he didn't know the details, but he was a little polite, and arched his hand and said, "I don't know your Excellency's surname?" Why did you break into my courtyard and beat my banker? ”

Zheng Rong heard that his tone was not extremely vicious, so he sold him a little face, and got off the horse to tell a lie: "My name is not worth mentioning, I am from the capital Luoyang to Youyan to escort grain and grass, and temporarily fill the post of one hundred households......"

"Hahaha, a small hundred, dare to be so presumptuous!" Zhao Fuyi immediately interrupted Zheng Rong's words. According to the official system of the Han Dynasty, the lowest rank awarded in the army is also 1,000 generals, and the chiefs of 100 households and below are under it. Although Zhao Fuyi can't get into the jinshi, but with his fame and fame, it is not a problem to be a seven-grade county official, and the huge wealth in his family has made friends with many local officials, where would he put a small officer who is not in the stream in his eyes? waved his hand to beckon the family behind him, and said, "Catch me and beat me to death!" ”

Zhao Heizi, who was behind Zheng Rong's horse, had suffered the loss of Zhao Ju's thugs, and when he saw them rushing up, he was afraid that the officer and soldier would be beaten for taking care of their own affairs, so he hurriedly flashed in front of Zheng Rong, holding the mud brick in his hand that he still picked up outside the door, and he was about to fight the trapped beast. Heizi was certainly worried about Zheng Rong's safety, but he was not the only one who was worried, the three hundred soldiers behind him had already rushed out, and all the thugs of the Zhao Mansion were subdued in three or two clicks, leaving Zhao Fuyi alone to stand in front of Ning He Hall with his hands down.

Zheng Rong said politely to Zhao Fuyi with the smile of the victor: "Filial piety, since we have come here, why don't you ask me to wait for a talk in the hall?" ”

Zhao Fuyi's face twitched and made a faint sound: "Please, please, please ......"

Several people sat down according to the guest host, the staff Zhong Likuang sat under Zheng Rong, and the righteous son Qiu Yizhi stood behind Zheng Rong. Zhao Fuyi just instructed the maid to make tea, and sat weakly in the master's seat like a cabbage through frost. Zheng Rong raised the teacup, blew open a few tea leaves, took a sip and took a sip, and it was really the best before the rain. While reminiscing, a sergeant ran up to the hall and whispered in Zheng Rong's ear: "A few people in the Zhao Mansion have run over the wall, it seems that they are going to report the news." ”

As if he hadn't heard it, Zheng Rong took another sip of tea and said, "Let them go." ”

Before he finished drinking a cup of tea, the sergeant came to report that the local Nanyang County Commander had led three classes of officials to fetch people. The county government official is no different from the rich and rich, and all he can rely on is the official knife in his hand, but how can this official knife used to arrest thieves be the opponent of the steel simple knife used to kill the enemy in battle? In the blink of an eye, Nanyang County Ling was already a guest in Ninghe Hall.

Zheng Rong was even more proud, and said to the county order: "Zhao Xiaolian's tea at home is excellent, why don't the county officials sit down and share the tea?" He turned his head and said to Zhao Fuyi, who was paralyzed in the hall, "I met a famous tea by chance, and I couldn't help it. ”

After drinking another cup of tea, the sergeant came to report again: "There is Deng Zhoumu and Lieutenant, who led more than 500 local soldiers and horses to arrest people. Zheng Rong nodded, put down the teacup, took out an object from his sleeve and handed it to the sergeant, and said, "With this order, please drink tea in front of the county guard and the captain's hall." ”

This arrow is a token of the Han Dynasty's mobilization of military horses and command of battles, which is uniformly supervised by the palace and customized at all levels. Deng Zhoumu is a civil official, he didn't recognize this thing, but the lieutenant was shocked when he saw it, and discussed with the county guard: "This order arrow is by no means fake, but the last general has a mouse's eye, and he has never seen it, but he knows that its level is higher than that of Henan Jiedu." The person who bears the order does not know the origin, and he must be careful to deal with it. The discussion has been decided, so that the soldiers of Dengzhou are all waiting outside the gate of Zhao's house, and the two military and political officials go to Ninghe Hall to see what is going on.

Nanyang County Ling, who had been trembling and drinking tea in Ninghe Hall for a while, saw that his boss was visiting, hurriedly let go of his seat, and after some etiquette, he sat down under the captain. The three of them exchanged heads and discussed one after another, but they still couldn't see the origin of the officer opposite, and turned their heads to look at Zhao Fuyi, who was also at a loss, so they had to temporarily settle down and drink tea.