On a winter day in the sixth year of Qingli, the sun came through from the distant Cangshan Mountain at dusk, the weather was very cold, and the houses in the four fields were white, and it was snow.

The clouds gradually thickened, swallowing the bleak sun directly into the gloom, and the wind gradually increased, and the snow on the ground flew in the air, and snow fell from the sky, and the snowflakes from different places and different colors were entangled with the power of the wind and the earth, twisting their heads distortedly in the oppressive air, showing different levels of whiteness and coldness.

The wind and snow rose again, the people in the hurry were miserable, and they were looking for the nearest cottage or inn to rest, this year there was no flood in Qingguo, but the snow fell is not small, and it is also thanks to the summer time, the disaster relief in the counties of Jiangnan is carried out very smoothly, and the people in the affected areas have a place to live, and the possibility of freezing to death is much smaller.

This is Yingzhou, which is the state that suffered the most from the floods, and it is also the most vicious place for bandits after the disaster.

However, since Lord Fan of Qincha went to Jiangnan, the bandits in Yingzhou were either afraid of Tianwei, or perhaps afraid of the methods of Lord Fan in the legend, and became much more honest. It has been silent for a long time.

It is precisely because of this that in this snowy day, there are those travelers who dare to walk on the road. It's just that now that the man-made disaster has gone, this God is too faceless. Although the river is not closed, not many people are willing to brave the cold to go in the direction of Kyoto.

Except for the all-black wagon.

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The windows and lower edge of the carriage are very well sealed with glue, and there is no trace of cold air that can penetrate in, but the thick cotton curtain in front of the carriage resists the attack of wind and snow, and from time to time there are a few muffled screams.

There is a stove in the car, and a hot air spreads and transpires along the fragrance, making the cabin warm like spring. It is in stark contrast to the severe cold outside the car.

Fan Xian felt a little hot. Two fingers of his right hand reached out to his neck, loosened the button of his coat, exposed his neck, took two deep breaths, and then put down the file in his hand and squinted to look out of the car.

I saw that the white land outside the car was really clean, Cangshan cottages, Dongtian Xiaotang were all covered in the snow, frozen into ice mirrors, when passing by here in the year, the scene of the aftermath of the flood was no longer visible, and the people who died in the flood had already been buried.

The bones may be trembling deep in the snow.

In the distance, there is a row of somewhat rudimentary houses, and it can be seen that the materials used for the construction are not very strong, and they are not very good at keeping out the cold. But looking at the light of the fire and a little warmth inside, Fan Xian nodded with satisfaction, as long as there is a firewood in the stove, although the life of the people is hard. But it is also very able to survive, and a little warmth can protect them through this harsh winter.

"Find a place to rest. Fan Xian looked at the snow chips on the horseman of the Chewai Supervision Institute, and couldn't help frowning and said, "Although it's important to hurry, don't get frostbite." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The convoy slowly turned. Drive along the widest ridge to the neighboring village.

Fan Xian returned to Kyoto this time to report on his work, and the imperial court set a date to return there. Who knew that the road would encounter the biggest snow in years. After a few days of delay in Shazhou, the time suddenly became tight, so the subordinates of the Supervision Yuan changed carriages in Shazhou City according to his wishes, and traveled along the land route against the wind and snow.

After entering the village, a local field was already trembling and rushing to greet him, and this Li Zheng was holding his hands in the thick cotton glove, looking at the black convoy with curiosity and timidity. I wondered which big man would be in a hurry in this snowy day.

Naturally, there were officials from the Supervision Institute to negotiate with him, and Fan Xian didn't want to disturb the place too much, so he was sneaking all the way. When he got out of the carriage, he felt the snowflakes pouring into his collar with the cold wind, and subconsciously tightened the buttons, and walked towards the village wearing the silver-white fox fur.

Hong Changqing led several six-place swordsmen to follow behind him in silence.

Fan Xian glanced at it, and then thought of Wan'er, who was still busy in Jiangnan. His Royal Highness had already returned to Beijing a month in advance, so in order to ensure the safety of his wife. He left all the seven Tiger Guards in Hangzhou.

It was early autumn when I left the place. Fan Xian and his entourage returned to Hangzhou first. These months were mainly spent cleaning the remnants of the Junshan Society in the south of the Yangtze River, as well as the affairs of other places.

Agreed on that thing when he was in Shanzhou. After nodding in the palace, Wan'er has taken the lead in doing it, and things have developed unexpectedly smoothly, the Lingnan Xiong family and the Quanzhou Sun family have injected a lot of money into the meeting, and even the Ming family, which has been as thin as the West Mountain, has a meaning, but Wan'er has not yet thought about the name and real utility of this organization, so she first took the name of the Hangzhou meeting and used it.

With the support of silver and the relationship between Fan and Xian, Hangzhou will be able to easily purchase grain from the Northern Qi region in advance, and can easily open up the joints of various states and counties without worrying about the government coming to find trouble.

It's just that Fan Xian and Wan'er have been hiding behind the scenes, and few people know that this couple plays a role in the Hangzhou Society, and they all think that this matter is presided over by the nobles in the palace in Kyoto, and the Yamen of the Inner Treasury Transfer Division is a tool.

This winter, it snowed heavily in Jiangnan, I don't know how many families will run out of cooking, I don't know how many farmhouses will be crushed, I don't know how many people will freeze to death, Lin Wan'er will inevitably stay in Hangzhou for a while, at least to help the people in Jiangnan get through this period of time, it's still the same old saying, even if it can't help too much, but there is, it's better than nothing.

Lin Wan'er was busy in this matter, and her strategic talent, which had been helplessly suppressed, finally showed a corner, Fan Xian didn't put much effort into this matter, but his wife used letters to control all aspects, either indifferent or majestic or gentle to control this monster, carefully let it plough the fields for the people of the world, but not to make the official groom feel unpleasant.

It's just that this matter is a little hard, that kind of proportionality and triviality, even Fan Xian is a little scared. Bisheng Wan'er finally found something that could prove herself, and she was willing to let it go easily, so she worked tirelessly to do it. When Fan Xian left Hangzhou, he was worried that she would not be able to take care of herself, and the daughter-in-law of the Teng family was a servant woman who was deeply afraid of the young grandmother. So I simply left Sisi there as well.

Fan Xian thought about it while walking quickly towards the village, the carriage had been settled, leaving the guards behind, and all the subordinates gathered a total of more than 30 people. All followed him into the village, and entered the general vacant land clan study.

Li Zheng cautiously followed behind, he didn't dare to ask who this big man in the noble fox fur was, he just kept guessing in his heart.

After entering the empty land of patriarchy, some people have already started a stove, and after boiling the ginger syrup, the women of the village are busy distributing the bowls. Respectfully handed it to these officials and gentlemen.

Fan Xian took a sip and didn't say anything, his clear eyes just looked at the row of houses outside the gate. Suddenly, he asked, "If the snow is heavier, will these houses be pressed?"

This village still belongs to Yingzhou, and it is also a poor place that was flooded last year. This row of houses was gradually repaired last year, and it looks thin. So Fan Xian was a little worried.

That Li Zheng was stunned, I don't know if this adult is asking himself, Hong Changqing coughed and glanced at him.

Li Zheng woke up at this time, leaned two steps towards Fan Xian with half a leaning body, and replied respectfully: "Master, the snow will be thicker in two days, and it is really unclear whether it can withstand it." ”

Fan Xian glanced at him with some surprise. I thought that it was just a mile. I didn't blindly say big things, but it was rare, and I said with a gentle smile: "Then don't you want to patrol every day?"

Li Zheng said with a smile: "The master said this, this snow on the earth, the villain is Li Zheng, of course, he has to look at it twice a day." He then said proudly: "But I don't think it should be in the way, don't look at these houses are inconspicuous, but they are designed by the master craftsmen of the inner reservoir, and I heard that the three major squares are all living in this kind of house." This snow pressure should be fine. ”

Fan Xian laughed, and so did the subordinates behind him. Rizheng was a little confused. What's so funny about thinking to myself?

After asking a few words about whether there were enough firewood briquettes and so on, Fan Xian ended the conversation with Li Zhengdi. I couldn't help but have a trace of complicated emotions in my heart, Qingguodi's national strength is indeed strong, as long as it is operated properly, there is no problem in ensuring that these people have an ordinary life, and they ...... It seems that he is gradually getting used to the feeling of a powerful minister, although this is just passing by, he can't help but ask a few more words.

Ministers?

Fan Xian sighed and walked to the door of the clan study place, squinting at the outside getting darker and darker, colder and colder, more and more snowy, and deeper and deeper, but his mind drifted to another place, the first time he thought that he should be a powerful minister in this life, he said the land to his father, and the second time he said to Haitang after drinking in Beijing in Northern Qi.

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Begonia is gone.

When Wolf Tao arrived in Suzhou City with the Northern Qi delegation, Fan Xian knew that Haitang would definitely return to Northern Qi with her eldest brother, on the one hand, it was the will of the Empress Dowager of Northern Qi, and on the other hand, it was ...... Haitang couldn't find any excuse to persuade herself to stay, she was the saintess of Northern Qi, not the princess of Nanqing, why did she live in Fan's Dihua Garden every day? What's more, the most important task for her to go south was to monitor Fan Xian's performance of the secret agreement on behalf of the Northern Qi Emperor, but now she has a relationship with Fan Xiandi. It seems that the little emperor of Northern Qi also has a headache, so he will naturally follow the queen mother's will and recall this little aunt back.

Fan Xian didn't see that scene with his own eyes. But I always seemed to be able to see that scene in my head, that flower cloth dress, the village girl. Shaking his body and carrying the basket, he left Suzhou in a very chic manner, without even looking back.

However, although the begonia is gone, but Fan Xian and the Northern Qi agreement has been steadily carried out, the smuggling of the North Road has entered a stable stage under the cooperation of Fan Sizhen and the north and south of the Xia Qi enclave, the channels between the two sides have been opened, and the goods from the inner warehouse are continuously imported into the territory of the Northern Qi Kingdom, and the price is naturally much cheaper than on the market...... However, the Hangzhou Association has a lot of silver.

It's all the people's money, so why should they care who takes it and who uses it?

And the Ming family, under the blow of Fan Xiandi, has really fallen into a stalemate. Although the Ming family still has tens of millions of taels of silver land assets in their hands, the assets are not flowing water, and the Ming family is reluctant to sell those fields and industries to make their land business lively, so he has to borrow money from outside and turn around.

The problem is that the old lady of the Ming dynasty was hanged to death by Ming Qingda, and the master of the Ming family did not have time to fully accept the status of the old lady in the Junshan Society, although the Taiping Qianzhuang in Dongyi City is still supporting the Ming family, but it is obviously much weaker.

So Ming Qingda had no choice but to go to him to help him when he was in trouble...... Merchants Bank. Fan Xian stood at the door and looked down and thought, the more land he borrowed, the better, he had to follow His Majesty's will to get the Ming family's land without blood, which is why it dragged on for so long.

He looked up at the snow in front of him. My heart is full of satisfaction and pride, I have been self-conscious for so many years, but if I can get Jiangnan done, I must always allow myself to have a proud opportunity.

At this moment, his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the heavy snow, a black line broke through the wind, like a black lightning, which seemed to have crossed the interval of time and space, and the sound of breaking the sky was covered by the wind and snow, in an instant. Came to his land!

It's an arrow, a black arrow.

Fan Xian squinted, did not dodge or dodge, and the domineering true qi in his body was suddenly mentioned, and his left hand was collared. The long sword at his waist swung up, and the tip of the sword slashed straight through!

There was a muffled pop.

Fan Xian seemed simple, but in fact, he slashed into the empty space with a fierce sword.

In front of him, a green banner suddenly appeared, and under the banner was a man in green clothes, and the man had a cyan cloth belt tied to his hair.

The soul-devouring arrow hit the pole in the middle of the flag, and the arrow feathers trembled.

I saw two big characters written on the flag.

"Iron phase. ”

The agents of the Supervision Institute had already reacted, and the six swordsmen were armed with hard crossbows. The man in green clothes surrounded him in the middle, and the other six swordsmen had already followed the snowflakes in the dark night to the place where the arrow was fired, and disappeared into the darkness.

Fan Xian looked at the man in Tsing Yi. His eyes were calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly he said, "Back." ”

With a simple word, all the swordsmen who sneaked out and prepared to chase and kill the archers retreated according to their orders, and stood silently on the snow flat in front of the clan school. Surrounded the man in Tsing Yi in the middle.

Fan Xian glanced up at the green flag, and suddenly said, "Fortune teller, do you think someone is going to assassinate this official?"

The man in Tsing Yi lowered his head, couldn't see his face clearly, and only heard him smile and say, "How can a small arrow hurt Lord Xiao Fan." ”

Fan Xian said calmly: "So the official doesn't understand, the big arrow doesn't move, why the small arrow comes." ”

The man in Tsing Yi said gently: "Xiao Jian is young, fierce, and always a little impulsive. ”

Fan Xian was silent.

The man in Tsing Yi continued: "I am not a fortune teller...... " He pointed at the same time, pointed obliquely to the two words on the ground with the green flag in his hand, and said: "My surname is Tie Mingxiang." ”