Chapter 101: The Minister of Revenue Who Was Not Sad About His Son's Death

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Jinling City, Xuanwufang, Zuolu.

There are 180 families in the whole family, all of which have high houses, red doors and purple tiles, and countless servants and followers in front of the door, and maids and pretty women in the door.

Almost all the wealthy merchants and powerful people in the entire Jinling City live here. It should be a place full of market atmosphere, but there is a high-ranking official who lives here, Fang Han, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue of Yingtian Prefecture. His residence is small and elegant, adding a bit of scholarly atmosphere to the entire Xuanwufang.

From the main gate of Fang's house, along the living room, study, flower hall, and several secluded places, you will enter the garden. There are small bridges and flowing water and many high and low pavilions. The pond is a little narrow, and there are more than a dozen willow trees planted along the way. There are vermilion railings along the way. Enter the three flower halls, separated by yellowed mottled bamboo curtains, and the tables and chairs inside are all made of water-polished nanmu wood that have been used for decades.

On the left side behind the hall, a small door leads to three newly built nanmu halls. In a large courtyard, there are rockery piled with Taihu stones.

Walk along the rockery to an alley on the left and enter a garden. You can see bamboo trees interlaced, pavilions and terraces, and running water flowing into a very wide pond. There are hundreds of fish in it, and there are golden rings hanging on the wings, so that it is convenient to fish them out when eating.

Next to the pond, there are still vermilion railings, sandwiched by a corridor, and go along the corridor.

A small moon gate is hidden among several clumps of bamboo, which is very difficult to find.

Push open the four green gold-sprinkled doors, and you will see three pavilions located on the water.

It is true that they are rich and luxurious. After all, these imitation Suzhou gardens were built by Fang Han, who specially invited 20 to 30 masters from Suzhou and spent more than 100,000 taels of silver to transfer so many flowers, plants, trees and stones from Suzhou. It took a year and two months to complete the construction.

Fang Han usually loves and likes these gardens and pavilions. After handling government affairs every day, he always takes a dustpan and a broom to clean them himself, just to make them look more comfortable.

However, the garden has not been cleaned for several days recently. The reason is that Fang Han encountered problems. One is that his son was killed by a sword in the street, and the second is the problem of private salt in Jiangnan. He really can't think of cleaning.

He has a habit of going to this "Shuxin Pavilion" to relax whenever he has trouble. It doesn't take long for him to think of it. It can be said that it works every time.

Just when he was thinking deeply, the housekeeper Lao Huang of the mansion came in a hurry, his face full of anxiety.

"Stand there!" Fang Han called Lao Huang loudly, "Just talk there."

The housekeeper Lao Huang knew that his master loved the pavilion very much, so he stopped three meters outside the pavilion very tactfully, then stretched his neck and shouted loudly: "Master, the lady is making trouble again, you go and see!"

"No, no, you go quickly, don't invite people." Fang Han touched the sheep's horn beard on his chin, waved his hand irritably and urged the housekeeper to leave quickly.

I hid in this Shuxin Pavilion, wasn't it just to avoid that old woman?

After the death of a son, she has caused trouble for me. Fang Han doesn't have much else, but he has many sons, and there are a lot of children raised in the outer courtyard.

Seeing that Fang Han didn't care about it, the housekeeper sighed and walked out of the garden. As soon as he reached the door, he saw the lady and a group of maids walking towards the garden to ask for an explanation.

"Master, the Madam is here." The housekeeper hurriedly reminded him, and then stepped aside respectfully.

"What?!" Hearing that the Madam was here, Fang Han had a headache.

He picked up the official document on the stone bench and began to read it, with great interest.

The servants did not dare to enter the pavilion, but Madam Fang Han was not afraid at all. When the pavilion was built, she also paid half of the silver, so she was not afraid.

Besides, the pavilion was also considered the public property of the couple, and there was no rule that it could not be entered.

She walked straight to the pavilion, grabbed Fang Han's ear with one hand, and threw the official document he was reading into the pond with the other hand, cursing: "Your son is dead, and you, a fool, still have the mind to study."

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

If this reputation of being afraid of his wife spreads, he will inevitably be ridiculed by his colleagues for a few days.

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

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

She thought that her Minister of Revenue only knew how to drink, play cards, listen to music and molest prostitutes, but she didn't expect that he could do anything. She had been looking for him for half a month and had asked others to look for him but couldn't find him. But he found the murderer.

When Madam Fang thought of the thief who killed her only son, she was furious.

Her son Fang Jing was a little naughty on weekdays, but he bullied those poor people. What's the big deal? Those people were parasites in the court. What else could they do except eating rice and grain for free?

She bullied them to give them face, but she didn't expect that they would be harmed by a filthy guy.

Madam Fang looked at Fang Han and said viciously, "That villain and his lover must die. Not only do I want them to die, I want them to die tragically on the street to comfort my son's soul in heaven."

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Fang Han said with a smile on his face, without any sadness for the death of his son.

Madam Fang took a glance and knew that her master had many concubines and children outside. 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, that's more, 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 into the steward's hand, 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 in the family, 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.

Pinganfang 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 three quarters, Wan Chunfeng was sent away from the back door.

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