In the sixth year of Qingli, the bleak rì head at dusk came through from the distant Cangshan Mountain, 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 rì head directly into the darkness, and the wind gradually increased, the snow rolling up the ground flew in the air, and snow fell from the sky, and the snowflakes from different places and different faces were entangled together with the power of the wind, twisting their heads distortedly in the oppressive air, showing different levels of whiteness and coldness.

The wind and snow rose again, the people who were in a hurry were miserable, and they were looking for the nearest cottage or inn to rest, this year's Qingguo did not have a flood, but the snow fell not small, and it was also a loss in the summer, the disaster relief in the counties of the south of the Yangtze River was carried out very smoothly, and the people affected by the disaster had a place to live, and the possibility of freezing to death was much smaller.

This is Yingzhou, which is the state that suffered the most from the flood, and it is also the place where bandits are the most fierce 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 the legendary little Lord Fan, they became much more honest and disappeared 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 ** has gone, but this god is too faceless, although the river is not closed, but not many people are willing to go in the direction of Kyoto under such severe cold.

Except for the all-black carriage.

............ The windows and lower edge of the carriage were sealed with glue so well that no trace of cold could penetrate it, but the thick cotton curtain in front of the carriage resisted the attack of the wind and snow, and from time to time there were a few muffled screams.

There is a stove in the car, and a hot air spreads along the fragrance, making the cabin warm as chūn, in stark contrast to the bitter cold outside.

Fan Xian felt a little hot, the 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, and the Cangshan cottages and Dongtian Xiaotang were all covered in the snow and frozen into ice mirrors.

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

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

"Yes, sir. ”

The convoy slowly turned a corner and headed down the widest ridge towards the neighboring village.

Fan Xian went back to Kyoto this time to report on his work, and the return date set by the imperial court was there, who knew that the road encountered the biggest snow in several years, and he was delayed for a few days in Shazhou, and the time suddenly tightened, so the subordinates of the Supervision Yuan would change the carriage in Shazhou City according to his wishes, and travel along the land route against the wind and snow.

After entering the village, a local Li Zheng had already rushed over to greet him, who was holding his hands in a thick cotton jacket, looking at this black convoy curiously and timidly, wondering which big man would be in a hurry in this snowy day.

Naturally, there were officials from the Supervision Yuan 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 fox fur.

Hong Changqing led several six-place swordsmen to follow him silently.

Fan Xianyu glanced at it, and thought of Wan'er, who was still busy in Jiangnan. His Royal Highness had already returned to Beijing a month early, so in order to ensure the safety of his wife, he left all the seven tiger guards in Hangzhou.

It was early autumn when they left from Shanzhou, and Fan Xian and his party returned to Hangzhou first, and these months were mainly spent cleaning the remnants of the Junshan Society in Jiangnan, as well as other affairs.

The thing agreed upon when he was in Shanzhou, after the nod of the palace, has been led by Wan'er, the development of things is unexpectedly smooth, the Lingnan Xiong family, and the Quanzhou Sun family have injected a lot of money into that meeting, and even the Ming family, which has been as thin as Xishan rì, 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 Association and used it.

With the support of silver and the relationship between Fan Xian, Hangzhou will be able to purchase grain from Northern Qi in advance, and can easily open up the joints of various states and counties without worrying about the government coming to find trouble, coupled with the relationship between Fan Liulin's three families all over the world, as well as the channel of Xia Qifei Jiangnan Water Village to go deep into the people, Hangzhou will develop rapidly, and the disaster relief work in the entire Jiangnan will have an incomparably smooth and fast channel outside the channel of the imperial court.

It's just that Fan Xian and Wan'er have been hidden behind the scenes, and few people know the role played by this couple 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 again, 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 must stay in Hangzhou for a while, at least to help the people in Jiangnan to get through this rìzi again, 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 the strategic talent that had been helplessly suppressed finally showed a corner, Fan Xian did not put much effort into this matter, but his wife controlled all aspects with letters alone, or indifferent or majestic or gentle to control this monster, carefully let it plow the fields for the people of the world, but did not put it in the official mansion This groom feels unpleasant.

It's just that this matter is a little hard, that kind of proportionality and triviality, even Fan Xian is a little scared, and Bisheng Wan'er finally found something that can prove herself, where is she willing to let it go easily, so she is working hard. 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 Shao nǎinǎi, so she simply left Sisi there.

Fan Xian thought about it, and walked quickly to the village, the carriage had been placed, leaving the guards behind, and all the subordinates gathered more than 30 people, all of whom followed him into the village and entered the clan school that would be vacated.

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

After boiling the ginger syrup, the women of the village busily distributed the bowls and respectfully handed them to the officials.

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, and this row of houses was gradually repaired last year, and it looks thin, so Fan Xian is 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's side with half a bent 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, thinking that he was just a good person, but he didn't blindly say big things, but it was rare, and said with a gentle smile: "Then don't you want to patrol every day?"

Li Zheng said with a smile: "What the master said, this big snow, the villain is sorry for 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 were designed by the masters of the inner library, I heard that the three major squares are living in this kind of house, this snow pressure should be fine." ”

Fan Xian laughed, and the subordinates behind him also laughed, Li Zheng was a little confused, thinking to himself, what's so funny about this?

After asking a few words about whether the firewood briquettes were enough, Fan Xian ended the conversation with Li Zheng, and couldn't help but feel a trace of complicated feelings in his heart, Qingguo's national strength is indeed strong, as long as it works properly, there is no problem in ensuring that these people are normal, and they ...... It seems that he is gradually getting used to the feeling of a powerful minister, although this is just passing by, but he can't help but ask a few more words.

Ministers?

Fan Xian sighed and walked to the door of the clan study, squinting at the darker and darker sky outside, the colder and colder wind, the heavier and heavier snow, and the deeper and deeper cold, but his mind drifted to other places, the first time he thought that he should be a powerful minister in this life, he said it to his father, and the second time he said it to Haitang after drinking in Beijing in Northern Qi.

............ 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 Huayuan every day? What's more, her most important task in the south was to monitor Fan Xian's performance of the secret agreement on behalf of the Northern Qi Emperor, but now with her relationship with Fan Xian, 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 he seemed to be able to see that scene all the time in his mind, the flower cloth clothes, the village girl, shaking her body and carrying a basket, left Suzhou very chicly, without even looking back.

However, although Haitang is gone, the agreement between Fan Xian and the Northern Qi Dynasty has been carried out steadily, and the smuggling of the North Road has entered the stage of stability under the cooperation of Fan Sizhen and Xia Qifei...... However, the Hangzhou Association has a lot of silver.

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

And the Ming family under Fan Xian's blow, has really fallen into a stalemate, although the Ming family still has tens of millions of taels of silver assets in their hands, but the assets are not running water, the Ming family is reluctant to sell those fields and industries to make their business lively, so he has to borrow 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 was still supporting the Ming family, but it was obviously much weaker.

So Ming Qingda had 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 you borrow, the better, you have to follow the meaning of your majesty to get all the Ming family's everything, which is why it has been delayed for so long.

He raised his head and looked at the heavy snow in front of him, his heart was full of satisfaction and pride, he had been self-conscious for so many years, but if he could get Jiangnan done, he always had to allow himself to have a chance to be proud.

At this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank.

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

It's an arrow, an arrow with a black sè.

Fan Xian squinted, did not dodge or dodge, the domineering true qi in his body was suddenly raised, his left hand was collared, the long sword on his waist swung up, and the tip of the sword slashed straight over!

There was a muffled pop.

Fan Xian seemed simple, but in fact, he slashed at 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 person had a green 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 spies of the Supervision Yuan had already reacted, and the six swordsmen with hard crossbows surrounded the man in green clothes in the middle, while the other six swordsmen had already followed the snowflakes in the night to the location where the arrows were fired, and disappeared into the darkness.

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

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

Fan Xian glanced up at the green flag, and suddenly said, "Fortune teller, do you think that 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, xìng Zilie, and he is always a little impulsive. ”

Fan Xian was silent.

The man in Tsing Yi continued: "I am not a fortune teller...... he pointed at the two words on the green flag he was holding obliquely, and said: "My surname is Tie Mingxiang." ”