Chapter Twenty-Seven: Asking the Workshop and Escaping from the Concubine (1)
When the Ministry of Industry Shangshu saw that Ye Yongjia was threatening again, his face turned pale, and he said in a snort: "Lord Ye taught ...... lesson."
"Your Ministry of Engineering will dredge Chishan Lake today and tomorrow to dredge the outer river." Ye Yongjia took the map and commanded.
"Yes...... But the Ministry of Industry is only located in the city of Nanjing, so the management of inland rivers is an extra matter. However, the outer river is not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry, so how can it break the rules......"
"I haven't seen any book or law that says that the Ministry of Industry in Nanjing can't manage the outer river in Nanjing. It seems that this rule is simply a traditional convention. Ye Yongjia pointed to his official uniform, "I'm also a prefect, can't I open a new atmosphere?" ”
The face of the Ministry of Industry Shangshu turned pale, and he lowered his head stiffly, as if he was not very willing.
Ye Yongjia understood that the Ministry of Industry did not want to use the money in the treasury to repair the outer river, for fear of forcing them into a hurry and offending the Ministry of Industry, so he took a step back and said: "If the Ministry of Industry really can't do it, you can find a way to use work for relief and ask the victims to go to work to save money." He was silent for a while, and then said, "If it doesn't work, I'll give you some silver out of my money." ”
When the Ministry of Industry Shangshu heard this, his face turned a little turned, and he knelt down and said: "Since the prefect is willing to give up face, how can my Ministry of Industry disagree!" Someone will be sent to do it next. ”
"Then let's go." Ye Yongjia handed over the axis map.
The Ministry of Industry immediately sent the victims to dredge Chishan Lake, and the inland river project was put on hold for the time being. Ye Yongjia saw that the weather was still dull, and he was afraid that if it rained heavily, he would really be able to crush Nanjing. He went to the Ministry of Industry to discuss, and the Ministry of Industry said: "Only one method of the gate is feasible." ”
Although Ye Yongjia also knows the benefits of the gate, he is afraid that the gate of the East Water Gate will turn the Qinhuai River into stagnant water, and if the Fangjia dyeing workshop is still bleaching as usual, the water will not come out, and the water will be polluted and poisonous, and the people will have no river water to use. In any case, he had to face this hard bone head-on at this time.
He put aside the matter of closing the gate, and only turned around and instructed Wei Chong: "Tomorrow I will go to Fang Jiancai's dyeing workshop to see what kind of person behind him supports him, so he dares to be so bold!" ”
……
Fangjia dyeing workshop. Doorway.
"Mr. Fang, this person is Lord Ye of Nanjing's Governor Ye." Wei Chong walked up to Fang Jiancai and introduced him.
When Ye Yongjia saw that Fang Jiancai, he saw that he was born with a short stature, about forty years old, and his face was as round as a wheel, white as powder; He had a mustache and a black mole hidden under his beard. The facial features are compact, and a pair of eyes shine with a cunning light. He was wrapped in a dark green kudzu robe, and he was dressed in coarse cloth plain clothes, but he did not exceed the rules.
"Lord Ye, it's been good lately!" He smiled, let out a white breath, and his hand came out of his robe and waved at him.
Ye Yongjia was only wearing a thin official uniform, and seeing him wearing such a thick uniform, he didn't feel a little chilled.
"Very good......"
"Since you came to Nanjing, you have never been to the villain's dyeing workshop. It is a great honor to deign to be here today! Fang Jiancai pressed his hand on his shoulder and said with a smile: "It's cold outside, the prefect has something to come in and say." ”
The three of them then entered the door, walked a short passage, and walked towards the loom room.
"There are 720 looms here......"
As soon as Ye Yongjia heard him finish saying this, the room suddenly 'clicked' non-stop, and only the noise of the loom could be heard in his ears at this time.
"Stop!" Fang Jiancai shouted. He was afraid that the weaver would not hear, so he hurriedly motioned with his hand to the crowd to stop for a while.
"I said earlier that a distinguished guest was coming, why didn't you even listen to me?" Fang Jian lifted his robe and scolded.
"Alright, could you please tell us more about the situation here." Wei Chong hurriedly helped him get back to the point.
"Oh, in addition to more than 700 looms, there are more than 1,900 weavers here......" Fang Jian smiled proudly: "It's not that I boast about Haikou, the number of dyeing workshops in Nanjing is the most powerful." ”
Ye Yongjia agreed.
Fang Jian saw that his words were perfunctory, and knew that this prefect didn't mean this, so he tentatively asked, "Does the prefect want to hear something else?" I see you ......"
As soon as Wei Chong glanced at Ye Yongjia, Ye Yongjia immediately took over the conversation: "There are some things, ...... to talk about."
Fang Jiancai shook his head gently: "I don't like to hide it, if I have something to say, please ask the prefect to say it." ”
"Then I'll be blunt." Ye Yongjia coughed, "I heard others say that you only float on the side of the Qinhuai River on weekdays in order to save convenience, so that the water quality is polluted and poisonous, and there are people nearby who have died because of this, I don't know if there is such a thing?" ”
He looked at the weavers around him, all of them looking at Fang Jiancai nervously.
After being silent for a long time, Fang Jian laughed and said, "How can I do such a thing? Lord Ye, don't believe other people's nonsense! ”
"Also," his eyes sharpened, as if he was looking at the two of them: "I was helped up by the former prefect Lu Fangxuan, and he was very kind to me, like a reborn parent!" How could I let him down and disobey the government's orders at will? ”
Fang Jiancai took out a hand and pointed at the sky: "If I really have a bad conscience and do such illegal things, I can teach Lu Jinggong to return to Nanjing quickly, and if you want to kill or kill me, just let him do it!" ”
As soon as this sentence came out, it was quite thunderous, which caught Ye Yongjia off guard; He turned his head and looked at Wei Chong blankly.
"Why didn't you Wei Chong say it earlier? I didn't know there was such a powerful person behind this guy......"
Ye Yongjia sat on a chair in the yamen's study and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.
"Or would they dare to do that." Wei Chong said.
"It's not easy to be a good official...... Ye Yongjia couldn't help but sigh. So what is the origin of Lu Fangxuan? He asked.
"This Lu Fangxuan used to be the righteous brother of the king of Wanjun, and later he was transferred to another place, leaving this dyeing workshop in order to contain Nanjing and keep this place out of his control. What a vicious heart! Wei Chong pretended to hate and gritted his teeth and said.
"That ......" Ye Yongjia was about to blurt out, but suddenly stopped his mouth.
"Why didn't Governor Ye say it?"
"Nothing, nothing...... I'll think for myself, you should go back sooner. ”
"Then please ask the prefect to give a clear indication, whether the Fang family's dyeing workshop will be checked or not?" Wei Chong was afraid that he would not agree, but he couldn't say it directly, so he looked at Ye Yongjia anxiously, staring dryly, and his heart was pounding.
"I said, this official should think about it." Ye Yongjia said.
"So, I'm going down."
Wei Chong closed the door helplessly.
Only Ye Yongjia was left alone to make a quiet choice. Although he considered the safety of the people from the standpoint of his consideration, it is still unknown whether Lu Fangxuan would be a blessing or a curse to the people of Nanjing if he led Lu Fangxuan into Beijing.
What if it was really a disaster that destroyed the world and destroyed the world!
He thought to himself. The situation in Nanjing is chaotic enough, and it may be more interesting to simply let this chaos continue to develop so endlessly.