Qinghong's face turned slightly red, and he nodded and didn't speak.

"This person, it's best to bring the whole family out, if you can't, just kill them all, it's not a good thing anyway." Wang Xuan looked at the green and indiscriminately continued: "In addition, be careful, this Jurchen can have such power, there must be many masters inside, be careful, don't put yourself in it." ”

"Understood." Qing Honghong nodded with a blushing face.

Wang Xuan looked at the inexplicable situation, why did he keep blushing.

This time, the target is the big traitor...... Fan Wencheng, a native of Shenyang, Liaodong, the seventeenth grandson of Fan Zhongyan, a famous minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, experienced four generations of emperors in the early Qing Dynasty, and was the head of Wenchen.

No, you can't call it a traitor now, it's not harmonious, after all, Wei Qing, Huo Quzhi, Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang and others are no longer national heroes, they have been deleted from the textbook, Qin Hui doesn't have to kneel anymore, and the experts of 'Jiao Desire Cloth' have already characterized Fan Wencheng...... It's a national fusion hero!

After all, for the sake of national integration, when Prince Yu Duoduo snatched his wife to play, he could smile and applaud, after all, from now on, he and Prince Yu Duoduo are 'people in the same way', although the hair color has changed a little, but it doesn't matter, he considers himself a 'grassland'.

After paying so much, it is indeed no problem to call a 'fusion' type hero, after all, he and Prince Yu Duoduo have fused.

Well, without mentioning the specialists...... After the Jurchens captured Fushun, Fan Wencheng and his brother Fan Wenyu were not captured, he was 21 years old at the time, just a showman, so he took the initiative to ask for an official in Nurhachi.

Talent is there, but it's too ...... How to say that, official fans, his wife is played, he can bear it, and he can laugh, and he is also a talent.

Of course, Wang Xuan doesn't care about the character, he is not an expert, as long as it is easy to use, if there is any fancy intestines, it can be dealt with directly by cement piers.

If it falls into your own hands, do you want to have other ideas?

……

Houjin, Fushun, Fan Wencheng at this time, although he met Nurhachi and put forward a lot of useful ideas, but he didn't get much reuse.

At night, the Fan Wencheng brothers returned to their house, it was not so easy to do things in the hands of the Jurchens, here, the Han people were basically slaves, and those who could be coated slaves were all superior people.

Fan Wencheng's recent situation is much better than that of most Han people, although he is also abused and laughed at every day, and he is kicked at every turn and beaten in the mouth, but at least he is not an official!

Hey, why is it so quiet at home?

Pushing open the door, Fan Wencheng was a little puzzled in his heart, and opened his mouth to shout, "Madam? ”

At this time, he had not yet reached the head of the civil service, and he had not yet become a 'fellow believer' with Duoduo, so he frowned and walked in when he saw that no one in the room was talking.

The scene in front of him made him stunned, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "What are you?" ”

I saw that in the house, in addition to the gagged family members who were tied together, there were three people, a woman and two men.

"Sit down."

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a 'woman' who spoke.

"You two are Fan Wencheng brothers, tsk, good Han people don't do it, they actually make dogs for the Jurchens, what kind of mentality is this?"

Fan Wencheng's face turned red, and he wanted to quibble, but was interrupted by a clean wave of his hand, "Okay, I don't need you to answer, now follow me out of the city, don't have any other ideas." ”

Qinghong turned his head and looked at the two people beside him, "Look at the two of them, kill them directly if they make a slight move, as long as they dare to speak, don't ask, kill them directly." ”

The crisp voice and chilling words stifled all the words that Fan Wencheng wanted to say.

"Load, go!"

At the sound of an order, three more people walked in outside the door, stuffed all Fan Wencheng's family members into a carriage, and pulled them away directly, while Fan Wencheng's brothers walked behind with Qinghong, divided into two groups of people before and after, not attracting attention.

There's no time to delay, be sure to get out of the city before the gates close.

Along the way, Fan Wencheng brothers felt that their necks were cold, and the two people around them kept looking at where they were, as if they were ready to cut it down with a knife at any time.

If you speak, you will be killed, which is equivalent to Xiucai encountering soldiers, and it is unclear that it is reasonable, so that Fan Wencheng, who is very confident in his eloquence, is at a loss.

After successfully leaving the city, there were already horses prepared outside the city, and they followed Liu Wenju's caravan all the way back.

Kyaw Wah Island.

"Lord, this person is Fan Wencheng." Liu Wenju walked in front, looked at Wang Xuan and said.

Wang Xuan's eyes turned to the person behind him, he was tall, burly, his face was fair, and he was obviously uncertain about the situation at this time with panic in his eyes, but he couldn't see it on his face, and he covered it up very well.

"You are the big traitor, Fan Wencheng."

What is a traitor, a person who reads, and a person who enters Huaxia...... Of course, he was also thinking in his heart that this was not in the territory of the Jurchens, and the way he spoke and did things had to be changed.

According to the usual style of the Ming people, at this time, he must show his demeanor, thinking of this, Fan Wencheng stood straight with his waist, his head raised slightly, and let out a cold snort from his nose, "Who are you, I, Fan Wencheng, endured humiliation and burden, and finally threw myself into the barbarians, and was about to slowly lurk down to spy on more information, save my Ming people from fire and water, and provide more information to the imperial court, but I was destroyed." ”

"You guys!" Fan Wencheng roared, raised his hand and pointed at the people present, and said sharply: "I, Fan Wencheng, defiled myself to serve the barbarians, and I am willing to be scolded by 10,000 people after death, and I want to be loyal to my Ming court, but this matter is bad for you, but I am worthy of my Ming people, worthy of the expectations of the court, and worthy of the ancestors and ancestors!" ”

Fan Wencheng's righteous words suddenly made the people in the hall stunned, and for a while, everyone looked at each other, it turned out that this person was bearing the burden of humiliation, and he was not willing to take refuge in the Jurchens as he thought before.

After saying this, Fan Wencheng looked at Wang Xuan sharply, in his 20 years of cognition, this set is particularly useful for dealing with Ming officials, and if you think about it, you won't be happy today......

Damn, if you didn't know what you were doing, Lao Tzu might have really believed it.

Wang Xuan walked up to Fan Wencheng with a surprised face, slowly stretched out his hand, and "clicked" off Fan Wencheng's chin, and only had time to remove half of it with a miserable scream, and only a whining sound in his throat remained.

"Bang!" A kick to the ground.

"I let you 'endure humiliation', I let you 'spy on more information', I let you 'save the people of the Ming Dynasty from fire and water', I let you 'be loyal to the Ming court', damn, I let you brag."

Wang Xuan said a word and kicked it, specifically to the thick flesh, each foot still had a trace of internal force, the stimulated muscles began to spasm, and the painful Fan Wencheng convulsed, but he couldn't even roll.

After fighting for a long time, it wasn't until the corners of Fan Wencheng's mouth began to foam at the mouth that Wang Xuan stopped, and saw the corners of the mouths of the people around him twitch.

Picking him up from the ground, Wang Xuan put Fan Wencheng's chin back on, and then asked with a smile on his face: "Come, now let's say again, you are the big traitor, Fan Wencheng?" ”

Fan Wencheng's painful mind was confused, since he was a child, where did he receive this kind of treatment, even in the barbaric Jurchens, those guys kicked him at most, how could he be beaten this time, however, this is not the most important thing, he looked at Wang Xuan with a smile, as if it was not himself who had just beaten him.

Damn it!

This is definitely not a Ming person, this is even more barbaric than the Jurchens!

In the face of Wang Xuan's questioning again, Fan Wencheng trembled, although his throat seemed to be on fire, he still said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, the villain is the dog traitor Fan Wencheng, compared to the ancestors and ancestors, greedy for life and fear of death and greedy for power, this took the initiative to find the thief chief Nurhachi to recommend himself, the villain deserves death." ”

"Hey, that's right, tell me the truth, I don't have the stinky problems of other superiors, I don't have any stinky problems like corporal etiquette and tolerance, in my place, only honesty and trustworthiness, abide by the rules, understand?"

Exercise!

When did Corporal Lixian and a lot of tolerance stink?

Although I'm a showman and don't read much, you can't lie to me!

"The villain understands, he must be honest and trustworthy and abide by the rules." Since Wang Xuan didn't follow the rules, what ...... When people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads quickly.

"In the future, work hard with me, I value you, so I pulled you out of the abyss."

"Yes, yes, the villain is grateful." Until now, he didn't know who this person in front of him was!?

"Wait for him to go down and recuperate."

After staying on the island for another three days, Wang Xuan decided to set off for a trip to the capital to see what the city of Beijing was like in this era.

"The location of this Juehua Island is good, since there are 40,000 people who have repaired it, then simply make it a trading port, in the future, the transactions of Guan Ningjun, Jurchens, Duoyan Sanwei, and Mongolians will be transferred from here, and the business on this route is now monopolized by several families in Ningbo, so give me a good job, you know, in the future, this line cannot always give you food, cherish the opportunity, and lay a solid foundation."

"Yes, thank you, Lord." During this period of time, following Wang Xuan to do things, Liu Wenju also simply shouted to the lord, not to seem close, but he was a little puzzled, didn't Wang Xuan hate Jurchens and other foreigners very much, he knew that he was not happy to do business with Jurchens before, why did he change his mind now?

Seeing the doubts in Liu Wenju's heart, Wang Xuan continued: "Fighting a war and killing people can physically destroy a country, but economic means can also affect a country's strategy and life. ”

"Do you know what kind of people are the most brave and good at fighting?"

"Poor!"

"If he is rich and rich, and has food and drink, will he still be willing to be a soldier and go to the battlefield to find someone to fight hard!"

……

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