Shipin Dalizheng

Just wait for me, just wait for me."

Yang Liangui roared, but he seemed to know that since Duke Du's family came to bully him, they were ready to turn against him, and his brother-in-law Jin Shizhao might not be able to withstand it.

The eldest brother is still imprisoned in Jingzhao Prefecture. His brother-in-law has been trying his best to get him out but to no avail. His mother is throwing a tantrum every day but it’s no use. Now this kind of thing has happened in Fuxinzhuang again. Is it possible that the good days of their Yang family are coming to an end?

His fat wife cried and yelled, finally putting away her valuables and coming to him, "Master, where are we going? Are we going to Beijing to find my brother-in-law?"

Yang Liangui has a villa and a mistress, but he must never let his wife know.

"Let's go into the city."

Yang Liangui walked away in shame, not knowing how many veterans were following him, wanting to teach him a lesson.

People are like that. When they have a glimmer of hope, they'll choose to endure the humiliation of those who have been oppressing them. Now that their last chance of survival seems to be gone, they're desperate. They hadn't rehearsed this beforehand; the determination to kill Yang Liangui was lingering, unwavering. Anyway, as Yang Liangui and his family of five were crossing the bridge over the Zhuangtou River, seven or eight masked men burst out of the sorghum field and slammed into them. More than a dozen people fell into the ditch, with only a few slower-moving men escaping.

Those who did not fall in shouted for help. An old soldier in the distance looked over here, but no one came to rescue them. Looking back at the ditch, a few servants were still struggling, but the Yang family members and their most ruthless lackeys had all sunk to the bottom of the water, without a single one surviving.

It's obvious that someone pushed him into the water.

"Kill someone, kill someone."

The lackeys shouted loudly, alarming a group of people and horses who ran towards this side and soon arrived at the ditch. "Who is shouting so loudly?"

The lackey pointed sharply into the river, "Sir, our master has fallen into the water. No, someone is trying to kill them. Quick, save him!"

At this time, it had been dozens of breaths since the person fell into the water. The water was rushing and the struggling person was getting farther and farther away. Under normal circumstances, there was no hope of sinking to the bottom. The lackey felt very disappointed.

The person who came was Zheng Changning. Out of compassion, he bought some coarse grains and medicines with his own money to express his apology for not being able to control Yang Liangui.

Hearing that a manor owner had fallen into the water, he paused as he was about to dismount and sat back down. "I don't think I've ever heard of a manor owner here. Have you heard of one?"

Zheng Ping said: "I haven't heard of it."

Zheng De also said: "I haven't heard of it either."

A soldier guarding the train said, "I heard there's a man named Yang living nearby. He has some fascinating stories and he tells them every day in the teahouse in the city."

Zheng Changning asked, "Is that the person?"

The lackey's head was sweating, "Sir, it's him, hurry up and save him!"

Zheng Changning frowned slightly, "But I'm not an adult, you called the wrong person."

The lackey said with a sad face: "Then please, sir, save my master's life."

"What you said is so unreasonable. Why should I go and save him? Why don't you go and save him? Come on, throw him down and save his master."

Doglegs was terrified and shouted, "No, I can't swim."

Zheng Changning was even more unhappy. "You can't swim, as if I can. Can you? Can you?"

He asked his men one by one, and they all shook their heads, "No, they're landlubbers from our family."

After calling out the names, the lackey became desperate. He was afraid that no one would be left alive if he tried to rescue them.

A group of people approached from a distance. Judging by their attire, they looked like officials. In front of them was a servant from the village who had gone up to report to the authorities. The lackey, feeling hopeful again, went up and, with some gestures, brought the people over. Pointing at the water, he said, "Sir, my master, mistress, young master, and young lady are all in the water. They haven't come out for a while. Go and save them!"

Zheng Changning exchanged glances with the visitor, and they understood each other tacitly.

Nangong Jing's handsome face showed distress, "But I can't swim. Is there anyone who can? Go down and retrieve the body!"

The yamen runners answered slowly one by one, "Sir, I don't know how."

"My Lord, I don't know either."

"In that case, let's go back to the government office and find someone who can swim. Seriously, they asked me to handle the ownership of the property, and then stopped the body recovery. We handle the cases one by one. Let's go and deal with the first case first."

The servant who reported the case can't do anything. The master and his family are about to be drowned. Is it interesting to deal with the property rights dispute first?

But Nangong Jing's official power was there, so he didn't dare not go, and could only lead a group of officials from Jingzhao Prefecture to the manor.

As soon as he left, Zheng Changning had no intention of keeping him. "I forgot that I had asked for leave today to attend to personal matters. We can't delay. Let's go and get down to business first."

He and his group escorted a bullock cart loaded with grain across the bridge, leaving behind a few helpless lackeys in a mess.

They looked into the muddy river, and those who were struggling or sinking to the bottom were gone.

Master, please hold on a little longer.

Nangong Jing arrived at the gate of the manor, and Master Du had just sealed the door. As soon as they met, he greeted him, "Hey, Lord Prefect."

Nangong Jing returned a half-bow, "Third Master Du."

After a long exchange of politeness, he got down to business. "The village manager has reported the Duke's Mansion for illegally occupying their farmland. Is this true?"

Master Du solemnly took out the property deeds for him to review. Nangong Jing nodded, "It's legal and compliant. Fuxinzhuang belongs to the Du family. Yang's servant, give your master a message. I've inspected the deeds and they're genuine. If they dare to make trouble again, I'll sentence them to false accusation. Now I'm going to handle the second case."

Mr. Du San asked, "Thank you for your hard work, Your Excellency. What other cases are you dealing with?"

The lawyer explained, "Just now, another servant of the Yang family reported that their master had jumped into the river, and the master wanted to rescue him. At least we can't ruin the feng shui of Fuxinzhuang."

"oops!"

Third Master Du exclaimed, "How can you be so careless? The prefect is so young, how can he be so filthy? I have some men who can swim, let them go!"

Nangong Jing was very pleased, "Mr. Du San is so righteous. He reported you first, and you saved him later. Repaying evil with kindness is a great kindness!"

The two men flattered each other and walked slowly towards the head of the village. Wei Wu and others who wanted to ask a few questions had to hold their mouths shut several times and followed them towards the head of the village.

On the way, they met Zheng Changning, who shouted, "Where are you going? Stay still and don't let anyone blackmail you. Lord Nangong, Master Du, you saw that the veterans from the village are all holding a meeting here, but no one is going near the ditch at the head of the village."

Nangong Jing did not answer, and Mr. Du San just smiled and said nothing.

At this time, nearly an hour had passed since Yang Liangui and his family fell into the water.

In a thatched hut, several dripping people took off their clothes and asked a young boy, "Qiuzi, why are you here?"

Qiuzai is Rong Wanli's childhood nickname, picked up by Rong Xian in the autumn eighteen years ago.

Rong Wanli paused and said, "My name is Rong Wanli now, and my uncles call me Wanli."

"Then Wanli, what are you doing here? Aren't you following Rong... Forget it, he abandoned us all."

Rong Wanli was stunned for a moment, "Who said the master abandoned you?"

"He sold all of Fuxinzhuang."

"Selling the farm is fine, but no one is abandoning you. My master is very capable and has the ability to support everyone."

That tone was full of pride and arrogance.

The person asking the question felt a lump in his throat. "Support? Yeah, we're just a bunch of useless people. Whoever we rely on will be a burden to us."

"Don't overthink it, just wait. We'll have the results in a few days. Come on, take me to see my godfather."