Late Ming Dynasty: Conquering the world starting from riding and cutting

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Jinling City, Xuanwufang, Zuolu.

There are one hundred and eighty households in Helu, all of which have high-rise buildings, rich doors and purple tiles, with servants and attendants in front of the door, and countless maids and pretty women inside.

Almost all the wealthy businessmen and powerful people in Jinling City live here. It should be a prosperous place, but a high-ranking official lives here. Fang Han, the Minister of Household Affairs of Yingtian Mansion, whose residence is small and elegant, adds to the beauty of the entire Xuanwu Square. A bit scholarly.

From the front door of Fang's house, along the living room, study room, flower hall, and through several secluded areas, we entered the garden. There are small bridges, flowing water, and many high and low pavilions. The pond weir is slightly narrow, and there are more than a dozen willow trees planted along the way. There are vermilion railings all the way into the three flower halls, separated by yellowed bamboo curtains. They are filled with tables and chairs of water-polished nanmu that have been used for decades.

Behind the hall, on the left side, there is a small door, and there are three newly built nanmu halls, and a large courtyard filled with rockeries made of Taihu stones.

Walk along the rockery to an alley on the left and pass through a garden. You can see bamboo trees, vast pavilions, and running water leading to a very wide swamp. There are hundreds of fish in it, with gold on their wings. The ring is hung for easy picking up when eating.

Next to the swamp, there is still a vermilion railing, sandwiching a corridor, and you can go along the corridor.

A small moon gate is hidden among a few clumps of bamboo and is extremely difficult to spot.

Pushing open the four green golden doors, there are three pavilions located on the water.

It is true to say that they are wealthy. After all, for these imitation Suzhou gardens, Fang Han specially invited twenty to thirty masters from Suzhou and spent more than one hundred thousand taels of silver to transfer them from Suzhou. It took a year and two months to complete the construction of all these flowers, plants, trees and stones.

Fang Han cherished and liked the garden and pavilion very much. After handling government affairs every day, he would take a dustpan and broom and clean it himself, just to make it look more comfortable.

However, the garden has not been cleaned for several days recently. The reason is that Fang Han encountered troubles. One was that his son was killed with a sword in the street, and the other was the Jiangnan private salt problem. He really couldn't afford to clean it.

He has a habit of coming to this "Shu Xin Pavilion" to relax whenever he is in trouble. It doesn't take long for him to think of and pay attention to it. It can be said that he has tried and tested it repeatedly.

Just when he was thinking deeply, the housekeeper Lao Huang hurried over, his face full of anxiety.

"Stand right there!" Fang Han called out to Lao Huang loudly, "Just say it right there."

The housekeeper, Lao Huang, was well aware of his master's love for the pavilion. He wisely stopped three feet outside the pavilion, stretched his neck and shouted loudly: "Master, my wife is making trouble again. Go and have a look!"

"No, no, please hurry up and don't invite anyone here." Fang Han touched the horns on his chin and waved irritably to urge the housekeeper to leave quickly.

I am hiding in Shuxin Pavilion just to avoid that old woman.

After the death of a son, she was not less troubled by herself. Fang Han didn't have many other sons, but he had many sons, and he had a lot of children raised in the outer courtyard.

Seeing that Fang Han was not doing anything, the housekeeper sighed and walked out of the garden. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw his wife and a group of maids coming towards the garden to ask questions.

"Sir, madam is here." The housekeeper quickly reminded him inside, and then stepped aside respectfully.

"What?!" Fang Han had a headache when he heard that his wife was coming.

He picked up the official document placed on the stone stool and started reading it with great relish.

Mrs. Fang Han was not timid at all about the pavilion that the servants dared not enter. She also contributed half of the money when the pavilion was built, so she was naturally not afraid.

Furthermore, this pavilion is considered the common property of the couple, and there are no rules prohibiting entry.

He walked straight up to the pavilion, held Fang Han's ear with one hand, threw the official document he was reading into the pond, and cursed: "Your son is dead, you idiot still has the time to study."

"Hey! Hey! Madam, please be gentle." Fang Han begged for mercy and winked at his servants to let them leave.

He was afraid that if his wife's reputation spread, she would be ridiculed by her colleagues for a few days.

After everyone left, Mrs. Fang choked with sadness. Fang Han helped her onto the stone bench and comforted her softly: "Madam, don't worry, I have found the person who harmed our son."

"Really?" Mrs. Fang looked up at Fang Han with surprise.

She originally thought that her household minister could only drink, play cards, and listen to music and molest prostitutes, but she didn't expect that he could do anything. She searched for him for half a month but couldn't find him, but he found the murderer.

When she thought of the thief who killed her only son, Mrs. Fang suddenly felt angry.

My son Fang Jing is usually a bit naughty, but the ones he bullies are those from low-income families and whatnot. Those people are the worms of the imperial court. What else can they do besides eating rice for free.

I bullied them to give them face, but I didn't expect to be harmed by a bastard.

Mrs. Fang looked at Fang Han and said fiercely: "That thief and his sweetheart are going to die. Not only do I want them to die, but I want them to die miserably on the streets to comfort my son's spirit in heaven."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want." Fang Han said with a smile on his face, without any trace of sadness for his dead son.

Mrs. Fang took a glance and knew that her master had many concubines and children outside, and she knew of two of them.

One is the top boss of Cuihua House, who gave birth to a daughter, and the other is the wife of the housekeeper Huang, with whom Fang Han once had an affair and gave birth to a son.

Butler Huang has a green head, but he is still kept in the dark. He doesn't know that his son is not his. It is ridiculous to say that he only works for Fang Han.

As for the illegitimate children who don't know about it, that's even more so, so he said in a deep voice: "Fang Han, please remember this for me. Even if my son dies, those children you raised outside will never come in."

"Nothing, nothing."

"Hmph, that's best."

After saying a harsh word, Mrs. Fang led her servants out of the garden.

When Butler Huang saw Mrs. Fang leaving, he also poked his head into the garden. Fang Han saw it and waved him over.

Then he got off the pavilion, reached into the closet and took out a letter, put it in the hands of the butler, and solemnly asked: "Send this letter to Fujian Governor Xiong Wencan. Go and deliver it in person. Remember not to lose it on the way, otherwise you will Know the consequences."

The butler carefully took the letter, put it in his pocket, and bowed his head to accept the order.

"Go! Remember to come back early!" Fang Han said.

Seeing the butler leaving, Fang Han sighed. The two things that had troubled him were finally on the way to being resolved. It was not in vain that he had endured all these days of sleeping and forgetting to eat in this Shuxin Pavilion.

I was in a happy mood at the moment, so I picked up the broom and started cleaning carefully, singing a little tune while sweeping.

"I want a kiss, I miss a kiss. When the kiss comes, she leans into the slave's arms and acts coquettishly. She sheds tears and hangs beside her. There must be something naughty at home, and the slave listens to her words. Don't be so hey. I'm speechless, and I'll go to the embroidery room to relieve your troubles."

Besides, after receiving the letter, Butler Huang did not go to the Chief Secretary of Fujian Province immediately. Instead, he avoided people and went to Ping'an Fang first.

Ping'anfang is the gathering place where Jinling City officials live. Most of the officials in the entire Yingtian Mansion are here. Butler Huang sneaked into a mansion in the middle of the main street, which was the home of Yin Ruan Dacheng, Yin Tianfu.

After an hour and a quarter, Wan Chunfeng was sent away from the back door.

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