Seeing Fu Heng's bearing, Jiang Bantou couldn't figure out the origin, thought about it for a while, ordered someone to seal the courtyard, and then turned around and went out. After a while, an official came in with square steps, stood in front of the eaves and asked Fu Heng, "Your husband wants to see me?" Your surname, Taifu? ”

"Please speak in the house." Fu Heng said lightly, let go of his hand, and said to Piao Gao and others: "The matter is unknown, you will go back to the room for the time being." I'll talk to the prefectural ordinance here. ”

Piao Gao didn't say a word, and with a wave of his hand, he took Juanjuan and Yao Qin into the West Chamber, and looked at Yao Qin while lighting the light. Yao Qin looked through the window and saw that there was no one outside, and said with a smile: "I didn't want to commit a crime, Sister Juan danced the sword, I took the time to watch the excitement, and I met Old Man Shi who grabbed the tenant." A few tenants refused to comply, and fought with Zhuang Ding, and asked someone to press into the wet mud field to pour mud soup. A group of women cried miserably. We are righteous people, and I really can't get used to it, so I secretly give that bad old man a dart. I didn't want his life, but I missed a little, and it happened to hit him in the throat...... "Juanjuan said: "The ancestor has an order not to embarrass the official family, how dare you disobey the order?" If you miss, who will believe you! ”

"It's really a mistake." Yao Qin said with a hippie smile, "Why are you looking at the official family?" Who took Pan Shijie's boat of darts? The government is still arresting you! I look at Sister Juan, eighty percent is-" He looked at Piaogao's face and didn't dare to say any more. Juanjuan didn't blame Yao Qin, and also glanced at Piaogao.

Piao Gao's face was gloomy. As soon as Fu Heng left Beijing, the chief helm ordered him to follow. Of course he knew Fu Heng's identity. is young, and he is a member of the royal family, and it is best to be able to bring in apologetics. Just a little eyebrows, I was ruined by this naughty apprentice, and the safety at the moment is a big thing. After thinking for a while, he sighed heavily and said, "You have caused a lot of trouble, what should you do if the chief rudder is to blame?" That old man Shi didn't kill the tenant, you hurt his life, and it didn't conform to the rules of Zhengyang. Why are you so reckless! Is he going to increase the rent? ”

"There's a truth here." Yao Qin said, "This year, there is a holy decree, and the whole world will be free of money and food. The tenants had to pay the rent and divide it equally. The old rich man slammed the door, saying that the price of land had risen, and that he was going to increase the rent, but now it is a grace not to increase the rent. I still have to make trouble, so I have to pump land and find another race. For this, several tenants reasoned, and a fight broke out, and the banquet overturned seven or eight tables. Mrs. Liu in the county persuaded him at both ends, but no one listened, so he beat people by the nonsense surnamed Shi......" and said down, Piao Gao waved his hand to stop him, and said gloomily: "Don't speak!" I'll listen to what they say in the upper room! ”

In the upper room, Fu Heng had already revealed his identity to Liu Zhixian. "According to what you just said, it was the lord and the tenant who fought each other, and someone took advantage of the chaos to kill Shi Yingli. Since you say that it was not the tenant who killed him, why should you torture the tenant, which is very inappropriate. You came to disturb me for a reason, and I don't blame you. But as a parent, you are condescending and noble, and you came to eat such a banquet, not to help Shi Mou, but also to help Shi. Did you know? ”

"Humble duty understands." Liu Zhixian bowed respectfully and said, "In fact, Shi Yingli and the tenant head here went to the county to invite the lowly to come. Houlu is the most difficult county in Zhengding Province to govern, and the landlords are not in harmony every year, causing death. The lord is afraid at this time. Shi Yingli is the largest landlord in this county, not only there is land here, but there is also a place in the north of the county, a total of dozens of hectares of land, I came here, I just want not to have an accident, and I dare not be partial. Fu Heng smiled: "So, I wronged you." This old man Shi was reluctant to give up his money and lost his life, which is really lamentable. Liu Zhixian said with a smile: "The rent collection of 28 is already higher, and the holy decree is exempt, and it should have been given to the tenants one or two percent, but Shi Yingli was greedy." It is clear that the landlord is not reasonable, the tenant is not reasonable, and what Qin Cha said is not bad. ”

Fu Heng got up and paced slowly, went to the door and looked at the bright moon in the sky, sighed for a long time, and said, "Although this month is good, it is not in the world!" ”

"Kincha-sama, you-"

"I mean, the emperor's grace is immense, and it doesn't reach the small people."

Fu Heng's long body moved in the shadow of the moon, and he said slowly: "The days of peace have been long, and the land and land have been merged greatly. As the yield of land increases, so does the price of land. If you don't go out of the capital, it's hard to know how much you read the economy here! He turned his face and stared at the slightly dancing candlelight, as if admonishing and saying to himself: "Thirty percent of the rich occupy sixty percent of the land, and seventy percent of the poor only occupy forty percent of the land, and it is getting worse." It is a remarkable thing that only 30 percent of the poor people benefit from the free money and food. I will play the Holy Shrine and think of a way as soon as possible. It is not easy to be an official, and it is even more difficult to be a magistrate, you must remember that land annexation is a major concern, because after annexation, the rich and poor are extreme, and the emperor's grace cannot be popularized, and it is easy to have accidents. Liu Xianling said with a smile: "Lord Qincha, it is okay not to encounter drought and flood years." Fu Heng said: "How can there be such a good thing, Zhejiang Jianshan Dam collapsed last year, and the Yellow River in Gaojiayan collapsed this year, isn't this all a disaster?" He paused, then suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Do you know about the White Lotus Sect's mission here?" ”

"Yes," Liu Xianling said, "not only here, but also in all counties in Zhili Province, with Julu and Qinghe being the most, and the names are also different, including Tianyi Sect, Mixed Yuan Sect, Childless Old Mother Sect, Zhengyang Sect, Hongyang Sect, and Baiyang Sect...... Humble positions cannot be enumerated one by one. When Fu Heng heard the "Zhengyang Sect", he seemed to be taken aback, and said, "I'm asking about the White Lotus Sect. Liu Xianling said with a smile: "Lord Hui, how dare you blatantly say that you are the 'White Lotus Sect' now?" These cults, large and small, are all variants of the White Lotus Sect, which are used by the people to practice medicine and apply medicine and ask God to help them under the guise of using medicine. ”

Fu Heng stared at the West Chamber with a gloomy gaze, the matter was very clear, the three people who were floating high were indeed the remnants of the White Lotus Sect, thinking of the velvet rope that would break as soon as they were pulled, and thinking of the scene of Fang Cai Juanjuan's sword dancing like a ghost. He shuddered in his heart - even Juanjuan was a little unsure whether she was a human or a ghost. Fu Heng bit his lower lip and said, "Liu County Order." ”

"Humble duty."

"The three people living in the West Chamber are...... Cult missionary messenger. ”

"I don't know which one taught it?"

"Zhengyang Sect."

“……”

Fu Heng originally firmly believed that Yao Qin "did not leave an inch" of himself, but he hesitated at this moment, and only said after a while: "Shi Yingli may not have been killed by them, but preaching is guilty and should be taken." Liu Zhixian hurriedly said: "Yes, the adult analysis is extremely clear." Let's arrange it! Fu Heng shook his head and said, "Their skills are extremely high, and you can't hold this idea at all." ”

"That ......"

"You go back in the starry night to order troops."

"Wow!"

"Whisper! Bring some magic objects to suppress evil spirits, prepare some dung, urine and sewage, and prevent them from witchcraft - I want to live. ”

"Wow!"

When Liu Zhixian evacuated from the store with the officials, Fu Heng called Wu Blind to come over, said Fang Cai's words, and asked, "Do you think you are their opponent?" If it's not safe, we'll leave the store at this time. Wu Blind smiled: "I won't suffer their losses yet." It's true that their kung fu is beautiful, if they put the right sword and sword in battle, can they use that kind of sword dance? The grandfather muttered, what to do. ”

Fu Heng's nervous and excited heart calmed down a little, he walked out of the room steadily, stood under the porch and laughed loudly: "Floating high Daoist - they went, please come over, we are still eating and drinking and admiring the moon." ”

No one answered.

Fu Heng shouted again, but there was still no one in the room who answered. Wu Blind knew that there was a change, and said in his mouth: "You bull-nosed Taoist, what a big shelf!" Not close, three feet away, both hands pushed out of thin air, and the door opened in an uproar with a "bang". A strong wind blew in, and the lights on the windowsill were almost blown out. The blind man Wu jumped into the house with an arrow, but when he saw the green lights and the house full of paper ashes, he was already like a yellow crane!

"Gone." Fu Heng entered the room and looked at it, frowned and said, "I didn't intend to hurt them, I just wanted to know what the foundation of the Zhengyang Sect was...... They come and go without a trace...... Isn't it good to use skills in the right place? He picked up a piece of burned paper and looked at it carefully, it was the rice paper he used to write poems, and he couldn't help but feel stunned, as if he had lost something, paced in the moonlight like water, and hurried back to the upper room.

As soon as he connected to Fu Heng's several recitals, they were all full of words, Qianlong did not rush to add approval, but only replied: "I know." It's not that Fu Heng's twists and turns are not important, but they are too important, he has to think about it. Since Fu Heng went down, he connected to the report that the Anfu flood in Jiangxi, the flood in 20 counties in Suzhou, Anhui, and the flood in Xiao County and 16 counties in Wuxi should be arranged. The Ministry of Rites prepares for the Erudite Vocabulary Course, and the imperial examination will be held on September 15; Unfortunately, the scholar Zhu Shi fell ill, and then the scholar Chen Yuanlong died. Li Wei is completely bedridden, and Ortai is also sick and asks for leave. Qianlong summoned the imperial doctor every day to check the pulse case and inquire about the condition; Distribute the fresh fruits of the tribute from all over the country to these old ministers; Sometimes I have to visit the bedside in person, and I have been very busy in recent days.

Within a month, four or five old ministers of the Xi Dynasty fell ill one after another, and Qianlong couldn't help but feel a little flustered, always feeling that the omen was not good, as if something was going to happen. Not long after the relatives around him entered the center, the government and the army were not very proficient, and Zhang Tingyu was also a person who looked forward to seventy, although he was diligent and poor, he could not support his mental and physical strength. Qianlong was afraid that the two ministers would also be tired. After October, he gave them two houses outside the Xihua Gate, and authorized Zhang Tingyu to dispose of the folds in the Prime Minister's Mansion, so as to avoid the pain of the two of them going back and forth, and second, they could be summoned at any time if there was an emergency. After such a placement, Qianlong felt a little more relieved. Unexpectedly, just after it stabilized, the Ministry of Rites and the Guozijian reported at the same time: Yang Mingshi was sick in the storm! Qianlong immediately ordered Gao Wuyong to call his relatives over.

"Master......"

It was a while since he came in, because he saw that Qianlong didn't raise his head and only thought about things, he knelt on the side and didn't dare to alarm, and then saw Qianlong turn around and see himself, so he kowtowed and said, "The slave is here." Today, Lu Zhuo reported that the Jianshan Dam in Zhejiang has been closed and the flood has been blocked. Lu Zhuo himself fell ill from soaking in the water. ”

"Is Lu Zhuo very sick?"

"No problem. He just suffered from a little cold and had a headache. He was afraid that his master would be worried about the autumn flood, so he had to ask someone to write and play it. Qianlong took a heavy breath and said, "I've scared the patients these days, what's the matter?" The disease of the death sickness of the death after death? When you go to the study, you are also considerate of the people who nod your heads to do things! ”

The messenger in the study has always only been to pass on the folds and counsellors for military and political affairs. Since the establishment of the Military Aircraft Department during the Yongzheng period, the power has been transferred. Qianlong ascended the throne, changed to listen to the government at the Qianqing Gate, and transferred his relatives to the military machine, leaving only a few Hanlin in the study to occasionally wait for Qianlong's pen and ink, which has long existed in name only. Historically, the first and second grade members have reported illness by the emperor directly from the Tai Hospital, and the study is actually not related. Neqin originally wanted to persuade Qianlong a few words, but when he heard him go to the study, it was not good to say more, so he bowed down and said, "Yes." As he spoke, he took out a fold from his sleeve and said, "This is ...... This is Zhu Shi's widow. He died this morning......"

Qianlong took the widow and sighed, and said, "Zhu Shi was my master!" What a good person that is...... Hongxiao couldn't understand the "Book of Changes", but he could say it more than a dozen times over and over again, and others were tired of listening to it, but he was still so calm. He and Fang Bao are both on duty in the study, Fang Bud is cloth, he is a second-grade member, and he humbly lags behind when he walks and sits. I once asked him if it was in accordance with the law to do so, and he said, 'People in the world pay homage to the noble and the lowly, but I have always put character and learning first.' Otherwise, how to Corporal Lixian? It still feels like yesterday! Zhu Shi's testament, the front is to state that he has been favored by the emperor many times after his illness, and he is grateful to Dade, and then he presents his will:

Everything in the country is fundamentally gentleman's heart. The first thing in politics is to manage money and employ people. The ministers nucleated the national reserves, and the funds were sufficient, and then the ministers who spoke of benefits proposed to increase, and begged the saints to reprimand them. As for employing people, there is a slight difference between the right and the public, and the difference between private and private is particularly confusing. In the selection of gentlemen and villains and advance and retreat, be cautious! This is the sacrifice of the minister when he is dying.

Qianlong took this fold and felt heavy, and only sighed "sigh......" for a while, put the fold on the table, and said: "Kneel down!" The Ministry of Internal Affairs gave Zhang Tingyu a pound of ginseng, and asked the Ministry of Rites to draw up a nickname for Master Zhu to come in and present it to me. ”

"Wow!"

He said yes and quit. Qianlong looked at the foot-thick piece on the case, reluctantly walked a few steps forward, stopped again, and asked someone to come in to change his clothes. Suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, so he asked for two more dishes and ate slowly, got up and ordered, "I want to go to Master Zhu's house." Gao Wuyong saw that the sky was dark, as if he was about to change the sky, so he hurriedly took a lynx monkey skin and hurriedly followed Qianlong out.

Zhu Shi lives on North Yuhuang Street. He was a scholar in the 33rd year of Kangxi, and only one year was the governor of Zhejiang in more than 40 years, and he was promoted to the right capital of the imperial history because of the effective cleaning of Haining Tangsha, but he has been engaged in water conservancy and land reclamation matters, and in the Yongzheng period, he was changed to the prince's master, the president of the Holy Ancestor Record, and the Qianlong enthronement and the president of the Shizong Record. So he has hardly held real power in his life, so the funeral is very cold. Qianlong's chariot ran through the empty North Yuhuang Street, and there were hardly any official sedan chairs coming and going. In front of Zhu Shi's house, the white spirit flags shook in the north wind. Qianlong helped Gao Wuyong to get down on his shoulders, and when he looked around, he saw two green official sedan chairs parked in front of the wall, which was receiving mourning guests, and the suona sheng spring was blowing fiercely, and there were faint bursts of crying. Qianlong felt sour in his heart, and the music inside suddenly stopped, and then he saw Zhu Shi's wife Zhu Yin, who was dressed in filial piety, and greeted her four sons together, and bowed in front of the door and said: "How dare you come to the house when you are a young man?" Please return to Luan, and the ministers will weep blood and give thanks......"

"Master Zhu can't be it, who else can?" Qianlong raised his hand weakly, asked Zhu Yin to get up, slowly walked into the mourning hall, saw Sun Jiagan and Shi Yi kneeling aside, Qianlong nodded slightly, went to the front of the spirit, and personally bowed to the incense, because he saw that there was a pen inkstone next to him, he turned around and helped the pen in his hand, pondered for a while, and wrote:

The three courtiers of Er bowed to forty springs.

The discipline is like autumn water, and the deference is only loyal.

The rivers and seas are restored, and the rice farmers still remember you.

Now riding the basket, the sound is in my heart.

After writing, Qianlong approached Mrs. Zhu and asked, "It's not difficult to make a family, right?" How many sons? ”

Zhu Yin hurriedly wiped away his tears and said: "Three sons, the eldest son, Zhu Biyan, is now the head of the Ministry of Industry; The second son, Zhu Ji, took his second class jinshi this year, and served as a hall commentator in Dali Temple; The youngest, Zhu Bitan, has just turned 20 and only entered school last year. Zhu Shi has never taken a penny of wealth in his life, but his master rewards a lot on weekdays, and his livelihood is still passable. Qianlong looked at the house, although it was tall and spacious, it was dilapidated, and there was a crack on the wall that was more than a finger wide, "This house was given by the Holy Grandfather." I'll reward you with one more. Master Zhu is the title of Captain of the Riding Capital, which was attacked by Zhu Bitan, and he can also take a little bit of income from Guanglu Temple every year. Zhu Ji should not be in Dali Temple, but turned around and asked the officials to point out a shortage in Gyeonggi. If there are any difficulties in daily life, tell the Ministry of Rites, and they will naturally take care of it. Zhu Yinshi listened, his heart was sour, tears just poured out, and he choked up and said intermittently: "Master's heart...... Alas...... I only tell these three to be loyal to their masters......"

Qianlong also shed tears and said: "The children are worried about vacancies, their official positions are small, and they can't win affection. I am a student of Master Zhu, and it will be enough to send some gifts when I go back. As he spoke, seeing that Yunlu and Hongxiao had already entered the patio with dozens of officials, large and small, they knew that they were coming, and they all rushed to pay tribute, so he sighed and said to Sun Jiagan and Shi Yi: "Yang Mingshi is sick over there, I also want to go and see, you two follow." As soon as he spoke, he came out, and the big and small officials immediately knelt down in a large area.

"According to me, the poor and the lowly cannot be moved, and the mighty cannot be bowed and easy to do." Qianlong stood in front of the steps and said to this group of officials, "It's difficult to be rich and noble!" Master Zhu has been an official for 40 years, a very popular minister, how many river works and pond workers, the prime minister's water conservancy camp, and tens of millions of taels of silver, which is a fat shortage that others can't compete for! He is so clear and honest - let me ask you ministers, who still lives in such a house? With that, he waved his hand.

Yang Mingshi's house is also full of doors. This is a newly given mansion, Qianlong got out of the car and looked at it, and said, "Don't go to the wrong place, right?" Why don't you even have a long-term follower to guard the door. Sun Jiagan said with a smile: "Yang Mingshi has this temperament. Oh, your Majesty, you see, there is a list of customers on the door. Sure enough, Qianlong saw a ash plank hanging on the east wall, which read:

Don't be ordered to tell the Qinggong to speak. This is also a good thing for the rest of the heart, a major event of the country. If you come to visit the place where you teach with knowledge or Kuang Zheng does not cultivate products, please do not hesitate to teach. If you want something with your own desires, not only will you be powerless, but how can you fall into injustice! Yang Mingshi, I would like to start.

"It's his rejection list." Shi Yizhi said on the side, "Even Sun Jiagan and I have the best personal relationship with him, and they also go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing." ”

"Since the ancient scholars, the doctor has been self-motivated by his name." Qianlong sighed, "It would be nice if they were all like Master Zhu and Yang Mingshi." The peaceful days have been too long, and Wuchen is afraid of death, and Wenchen loves money, and there is really no cure. So saying, he walked into the house.

The courtyard was quite lively, and there were more than a dozen eunuchs standing under the corridor, some sweeping the floor, some dusting the ashes outside the window, and some helping Yang Feng'er boil medicine in the east wing. Bursts of medicinal incense and firewood smoke wafted in the cold courtyard courtyard. There were also a few imperial physicians whispering in the west chamber to discuss the pulse. Seeing Qianlong come in with two ministers, everyone was stunned. Qianlong frowned and asked, "Who of you is the leader here?" A eunuch hurriedly ran from the upper room, kowtowed and said, "Slave Feng En knocks on the master!" ”

"Who sent you?" Qianlong asked, "Is it such a mess waiting for the sick?" Feng En smiled and said: "It was Qibeizi Hongsheng who sent us, and we were originally on an errand in Yuqing Palace. Mrs. Yang is sick, and her family is short on manpower...... These are all the little Sula eunuchs waiting in the study...... "Qianlong then understood that it was the students who sent eunuchs to wait for the teacher's decoction, so he stopped talking and went straight into the room. Yang Mingshi's wife was sitting on the edge of the kang to feed water, and two teenage girls were standing aside waiting for the towels. At first glance, I saw Qianlong come in, but the three of them didn't recognize each other, seeing that Shi and Sun were both first-class people, and Qianlong was not an idle person, but there was nowhere to avoid it in the panic, which was very embarrassing. Outside, Yang Feng'er hurriedly came in and said, "Madam, this is Long Live Lord." ”

"Your Majesty!" The lady knelt on the ground with the two girls, only choked up, and could not say a word. Qianlong came to the kang and touched Yang Mingshi's forehead, which was soaked in sweat and not hot, and said, "This kang is too hot." Songgong, what do you think? ”

Yang Mingshi lay on the kang in a drowsy manner, heard the call, and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that it was Qianlong, his eyes flashed, and two lines of tears flowed silently down his cheeks to the pillow. Qianlong saw that his lips were moving, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, as if he had something to say, so he bent over and listened closer, but after listening for a long time, he only vaguely heard him say: "Brother...... Brother" Qianlong smiled and said: "Brother, nothing matters." Don't be in a hurry, adjust the treatment slowly, the disease comes like a mountain, the disease goes like a thread, and if you are in a hurry, it will aggravate the condition. Yang Mingshi seemed to be even more excited, moved his lips, raised his right arm, stroked weakly, and then fell down, looking at Sun Jiagan pleadingly.

"Master," Sun Jiagan said with grief and surprise in his heart, "He wants pen and paper, and he has something to say." Seeing Yang Mingshi, he blinked and sighed, and hurriedly went over to get pen and ink, because the paper was too soft, so he asked Mrs. Yang: "Is there a more convenient wooden board?" Mrs. Yang looked around, shook her head, and was about to speak, Qianlong said: "It doesn't matter if you are sick, Yin Tai has suffered such a serious stroke, and he has lived for twenty-five years, and he will die of eighty years, don't worry." ”

Yang Mingshi glanced at Qianlong staringly, and sat up with his right arm to support him. Mrs. Yang realized that her husband really had something urgent to report to the emperor, so she took down a folding fan from the top of the cabinet in a hurry, and Shi Yizhi and Sun Jiagan worked together to help him sit up. The left half of Yang Mingshi's body is as soft as mud, and the right half of his body can only barely move, and he only shakes when he holds the pen. It took a long time to draw two words crookedly, but it was still "Brother". The third word is only a shadow, and I can see that there is a walk (zhi), and I can't make out what the word is. Yang Mingshi lost his pen in despair, looked up to the sky and sighed, tears fell like rain, and he couldn't say a word.

"Song Gong, no matter how big it is, don't think about it now." Qianlong was suddenly shocked in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and said softly, "I can trust you, and you must also trust me." I'll come back to see you when I'm better. After saying that, he came out and ordered the imperial doctor to present the prescription, and saw that it was nothing more than the medicine to dispel the wind, calm the nerves and suppress the evil spirits, because he saw that there was a snow lotus in it, and said: "This is a strong tiger and wolf medicine, remove it!" Ming'er told you that the doctor from the hospital was coming to check the pulse—let's go. ”