On the banks of the Qinhuai River, in the land of fireworks, selling children and daughters here, needless to say, this middle-aged man is not a good thing at all.

Don't look at Xue Panren's straightforwardness, but when he is shrewd, his brain turns very fast.

If the poor can't survive, parents will often find a good family to entrust their children, or let their children go to a big family to be a maid, at least to live in peace.

Put the door of the Qinglou, especially the first to sell women, do you still need to think about what will happen in the future?

Xue Pan's eyes narrowed slightly, there were already several people downstairs negotiating with the middle-aged man, the girl curled up in fear, Chu Chu was pitiful, and Xue Pan's pity rose.

"Brother Cong, I'll go downstairs......

"Huh?"

Jia Cong looked up and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?" Doesn't Brother Xue want to listen to music?"

Ahem......

Xue Pan coughed awkwardly and smiled shyly: "It seems that someone downstairs is selling her daughter, I'll go and see the excitement......

"Just to see the excitement?"

Jia Cong's heart was suddenly touched, and he walked to the window edge and leaned in to take a look, and it was instantly clear.

"In that case, Brother Xue will go and have a look first, it is not appropriate for me to leave for the time being......

The person who was waiting was about to come, and the dispute downstairs was just the right thing to help him get some people's attention.

Jia Cong opened the door of the private room, whispered to Jia Shiyi for a while, and watched Xue Pan go downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, Jia Shiyi called two personal soldiers, and after a few words, he returned to the private room to report to Jia Cong: "Little Third Master, everything is arranged."

"That's okay, in the end, I have received the favor of the Xue family, and I can repay a sum of money."

As he was talking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Jia Cong and Jia Shiyi glanced at each other, and both looked at the door of the private room.

I saw a middle-aged man in his early forties, dressed in an ordinary staff suit, and smiled at Jia Shiyi as soon as he entered the door, and looked carefully at Jia Cong on the side.

"General Wei!"

"Huh?"

Jia Shiyi obviously knew the person who came, but Jia Cong didn't have any impression at all.

The general, surnamed Wei, nodded elegantly and asked Jia Shiyi, "Eleven, why didn't Brother Enhou come?" Didn't he come personally?"

Jia Shiyi clenched his fists and responded, "General Huiwei, the general is still in Yangzhou, and there are some trivial matters that need to be dealt with. The one who is on the holy mission this time is the son of the general of my family, and His Majesty has given the dragon to guard the third master of a thousand households."

Then he explained to Jia Cong: "Little Third Master, this is the father of Wei Ruolan, General Dingyuan, Commander of Jinling Wei and Zhiwei, and who is good friends with Second Master Bao."

Now Jia Cong knew who was coming, it turned out to be the head of the Wei family.

He hurriedly bowed down and said, "Nephew Jia Cong, meet Uncle Wei!"

"Cong boy, you've grown so big!"

Wei Song looked at the little fat man in front of him, and he couldn't associate the chubby Jia Cong with the skinny kitten he saw back then.

As he spoke, he also bent down to pick up Jia Cong and said, "Hey, the little fat man is quite heavy!"

"Uncle, nephew, this is not fat, this is strong!"

Jia Cong is full of resentment, and he doesn't know what's going on, he has gained a lot of weight in the past two years, and almost every elder who sees him will feel that the chubby Jia Cong is very festive.

Wei Songle put it down, pinched his chubby face, took out a stack of silver tickets directly from his purse, and stuffed them into Jia Cong's arms. ….

"Your father didn't say that he asked you to come over, so I didn't even prepare a meeting gift, you keep these silver tickets, and you want to buy any gifts yourself!"

Arrogant!

Jia Yu's brothers and friends, all of them are local tyrants, and the meeting gift turned out to be a dozen or so silver tickets of 1,000 taels!

The little fat man would not hypocritically push around, and immediately stuffed the silver ticket into the placket of his chest and bowed his hand: "Nephew, thank you uncle for the reward!"

"It's a well-behaved child......

Wei Song thought of his old master-like boy, and couldn't help but envy Jia Yu in his heart. Why do your own cubs grow that kind of old age

Temper? It's not interesting at all.

After Jia Cong got up, Wei Song gave Jia Shiyi a look, and when Jia Shiyi led people to guard outside, he talked to Jia Cong about business.

I only heard Wei Song say, "You should understand what the saint means, killing Li Xun is to deter Jiangnan, and not to destroy the stability of Jiangnan. The corruption and deficit involves the saint's southern tour, which is a matter of the saint's face and cannot be mentioned, so we need to find a reasonable excuse."

Jia Cong nodded, Dai Quan had told him about this as early as when he was in the capital. The cost of Emperor Taishang's southern tour was not from the household department, but from the Zhen family, Jinling Weaving Mansion, Hangzhou Weaving Mansion, Suzhou Weaving Mansion and Jiangnan wealthy merchants and other mansions.

It is said that it doesn't cost much money to make a single tour of the south, and it can be made up for a year or two. But no one thought that the Emperor Taishang would become addicted to Jiangnan once he went to Jiangnan, and he would go south every year or two......

Now those families are uncomfortable, almost every family is in deficit, every household is in debt, and they don't dare to ask the palace for compensation, after all, the holy driving south tour is a matter of giving them a long face.

It has been six years since the last southern tour of the Holy Driver, but few families, including the Zhen family, have eased up.

In addition, he is a master who does not rub sand in his eyes, and has publicly said many times that he has called for the shortfall, Li Xun saw that the emperor was unreliable, and the new emperor was mean and unkind, so there was a matter of the Li family secretly voting for his master.

It's a pity that things are not secret, the spies of Longshou Palace are widely spread all over the world, and the Li family has become a chicken for the emperor to show his majesty.

And Jia Cong and the Rongguo Mansion behind him have become the knife of the Emperor Taishang to cut the disloyal ministers.

Jia Yu knows the old sage's mind too well, since he has made a knife, he should not think about whether he will attract enemies to his family.

Anyway, the Jia family is on the verge of collapse, so you might as well take a gamble, at least the new emperor obviously has the intention of recruiting him. The old minister who cut the **** scripture, and now the national thief Lu beetle, it is estimated that the fourth child is happy to watch the excitement.

"Little fat man, the few excuses I listed for you are all on this piece of paper."

Wei Song took out a piece of paper full of words, spread it out and handed it to Jia Cong's eyes: "These are all crimes committed by the Li family over the years, and there are really few of them that have nothing to do with saints, and they are all trivial matters that punish money and seize officials, and they can't play a role in deterring Jiangnan."

After reading the crimes committed by the Li family, Jia Cong couldn't help but want to complain about the unreliability of the emperor Liu Ji.

Don't you pick an old man's election officer? This Li family has almost deducted all the pots that make money and oppress the people on your head!

"Encroachment on fertile land...... This Li Xun is really smart, and he has occupied a thousand acres of fertile land through the palace."

"Awesome, when did the Weaving Mansion have the right to check the tribute for the palace...... Well, it turned out to be the will of the sage Zhaowu for forty years." ….

"Huh? When the Ryukyu envoys enter Beijing, they have to send gold and silver to the Li family?"

The more Jia Cong looked at it, the more frightened he became, the emperor was too tolerant of the Li family, knowing that the Li family had a huge deficit in order to meet the situation, and he didn't know how much money he had to give.

But the Li family took the money for their own use, and did not return the household deficit at all. Just from the record on this piece of paper, the wealth of the Li family is definitely more than that of the Rongguo Mansion......

Forget it, the treasury of Rongguo Mansion really doesn't have much money.

Knock knock!

Jia Shiyi pushed open the door and reported, "Little Third Master, Uncle Xue has an accident!"

Jia Cong got up instantly, walked to the window and opened the window, the downstairs was crowded with people, Xue Pan, who was originally wearing a bag, was bleeding from his forehead, and was being protected by the soldiers of Rongguo Mansion and the guards of the Xue family, and it turned out to be several scholars in Confucian clothes who beat people.

Wei Song also stood beside Jia Cong, glanced at it and asked with a smile, "Is it Xue Jiazi?"

"Uncle also knows the eldest brother of the Xue family?"

"How can I not know the new head of the Xue family in Jinling? It seems that you are busy, those scholars are students of Chongwen Academy, the Xue family is no longer the Xue family of the past, behind the Chongwen Academy are the three major general chambers of commerce in Jiangnan, and I have been worried about the Xue family for a day or two."

Wei Song said this, smiling and asking, "Do you need me to help?"

Jia Cong roughly understood, pursed his lips, and shook his head: "It's better for uncle not to show up, there are a lot of spies from those people down there. But it's a trifle

My nephew can handle it himself."

Hearing that Jia Cong was so confident, Wei Song didn't say anything more, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Then come here today, you make a plan and let Eleven come to me, and then I will blockade Jinling City and completely separate the Li family from the Jinling family."

……

Xue Pan didn't expect someone in Jinling City to dare to beat him, and after receiving a stick on his forehead, his eyes turned red!

"Dare to hit the master, today the master vows to break your dog's paws!"

After Jia Cong went downstairs, the soldiers opened a way, and just walked to Xue Pan's side when he heard Xue Pan's words in anger.

"What's going on?"

Xue Pan, who was originally furious, suddenly wilted after hearing Jia Cong's voice. It's so embarrassing, Uncle Xue actually lost face in front of his brother!

Jia Wuyi, a personal soldier who originally came down to follow Xue Pan, arched his hand and replied: "Little Third Master, Uncle Xue has already negotiated the price with this person, and plans to buy this girl. But out of nowhere, several scholars appeared, and one of them said that yesterday he had agreed with this person to give him money to take a concubine, and was about to pass through the door in three days, but today he happened to meet ...... here."

Jia Cong looked at the middle-aged man hiding on the side and the girl cowering in the corner, this man looked obscene, and his face looked like a woman was cheating, which was not a good thing at first glance.

The girl is not very old, she should be twelve or thirteen years old, not to mention thin, and her originally fair face is even paler. The red rouge mole in the center of the eyebrows is particularly eye-catching, needless to say that it is Xiangling and Zhen Yinglian who made Xue Pan carry their lives.

I have to say that fate is so wonderful, I didn't expect that the bad fate between Xue Pan and Zhen Yinglian couldn't be avoided, even Jia Cong's big butterfly couldn't fan away their established fate.

"You say you're her father?"

Jia Cong ignored the whispering scholars, walked up to the middle-aged man and said, "You are so ugly, how can you give birth to such a fair-skinned and beautiful girl?"

「……」

Not to mention that the middle-aged man was speechless for a long time after being hit by Jia Cong's question, the scholars and onlookers on the side suddenly became suspicious, and the discussion was loud.

Jia Cong spoke again, "You can't be a human trafficker, right?"

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