Shipin Dalizheng

When he got back into his carriage, he saw Doctor Zhang sitting in Zheng Changzhi's wheelchair like a playful child, rocking back and forth, looking very happy.

He was startled again, "Don't press any buttons randomly."

"Press what?"

Doctor Zhang pressed a button on the armrest as he spoke. Rong Tang didn't have time to think and turned the wheelchair to the side. He saw an arrow flying out diagonally, passing through the wall of the carriage and shooting to an unknown place.

Tongqian, the driver in front, was going crazy. He finally stopped his horse and rushed to the back carriage, attacking Doctor Zhang with a burst of extremely feminine attacks.

Doctor Zhang felt that he was in the wrong, so he let him scold him without daring to talk back. Tongqian was so angry that he pulled Doctor Zhang down and threw him onto Rong Dashan's cart at the back, then he continued to curse and set off.

Finally at peace, Rong Tang remained motionless until Rong Wanli called out, "Master, we're here."

Rong Tang lifted the curtain and looked out. He saw two lines of people standing on both sides of the road. They were all looking eagerly at the convoy, and various sounds could be heard one after another.

"Are you here? Which one is the young master?"

"There's the carriage in the front, and the ones behind are all big trucks, carrying goods."

"That's great! Uncle has an heir."

Then there was another burst of crying.

As he got closer, Rong Tang saw every specific person, every specific face, and every broken body. Suddenly, his throat choked and he felt a heavy feeling that made it difficult to breathe.

There were hundreds of people in two rows on the road. Rong Tang, who originally wanted to get off the bus to greet people, felt as if his legs were filled with lead and he didn't have the strength to walk down and talk to them.

He had imagined what the wounded looked like; missing limbs was common, and he wasn't afraid. But he saw someone crawling with their legs twisted at an incredible angle, dragging behind them, their face etched with pain with every step, revealing just how much pain they were in.

One man's left leg was severed at the root and half of his right arm was missing.

There was a man who had no legs. He had two wooden boards tied under his buttocks and walked with his hands supporting the ground.

They were all dressed in rags and ragged clothes, their faces filled with the sadness of life's hardships. In short, each of them had a miserable state that made people unable to bear to look directly at it.

In the past, the villagers of Rongjia Village only knew that they were poor, but now, when they compare themselves with the veterans of Fuxinzhuang, they feel fortunate that at least they are still healthy.

Rong Tang suppressed the suffocating feeling of having his nose blocked, silently lowered the car curtain, and wiped his nose with a handkerchief. Fortunately, Chuncao didn't come, otherwise he would have been scared.

The carriage drove into the Fuxinzhuang compound, and Du Zhong and a tall, sturdy man in brocade clothes stood in the middle. They greeted from a distance, "Prince Rong, I have long admired you."

Du Zhong had seen the tall and strong man in brocade clothes before, and he guessed that it was Mr. Du Sanye.

As expected, Rong Wanli introduced him, "That's Master Du San."

Rong Tang performed the etiquette of a junior. After all, he was the third master of the Duke's Mansion, so he couldn't be careless.

Third Master Du laughed heartily, "As expected, heroes emerge from youth. Every time I see you, it's as if I saw the vigorous energy of Earl Jian'an in his youth."

Du Zhong reminded him, "Third Master, Earl Jian'an is older than you."

He was born into a Duke's family. When the Earl of Jian'an was making great achievements, the Third Master was still climbing trees and catching birds.

Master Du kicked him and said, "Get out of here."

It would just spoil the fun.

The manor had been taken over by the Duke's Mansion for a few days. Apart from tidying up and cleaning, there were not many changes. A few people who could make the decision entered the main hall. Rong Zhan and Rong Wanli stood guard at the door like two gods.

As soon as he sat down, a servant from the Duke's Mansion served tea. Rong Tang saw that the tea was light gold in color and smelled slightly sweet. He guessed, "Sugar water?"

Third Master Du clapped his hands. "That's right. My sister-in-law loves sweets. She used most of the candies Prince Rong sent her to make sugar water. But this one is made with diluted sugar. Drinking those shaped candies in water is a waste."

Rong Tang thought the same thing. There were many ways to eat syrupy candy, and people who were willing to buy it probably didn't need to be taught. So he asked his "first confidant" Tongqian to put out one of each of the newly made samples.

Uncle Du was overjoyed as he looked at the various candies wrapped in colorful oil paper.

"Prince Rong, you are really clever, even more clever than a girl."

Rong Tang coughed and said, "These are all the ideas of the girls at home. I'm a grown man, how could I know these things?"

Mr. Du San looked at this "big man" with a childish face and just smiled without saying a word.

Then the two parties started a heated debate on how to cooperate. Although the contract stipulated that the Duke's Mansion would only get 10% of the profits, Mr. Du San still secured ten work positions for the Duke's Mansion, including a small manager and nine workers.

The Duke's Mansion doesn't lack the wages of these people, it just wants to have some participation rights in this business.

Rong Tang also decided that Rongjia Village would send ten people to work with the veterans from Fuxinzhuang. This was not because he wanted to take away the veterans' quota to earn wages. There were some jobs that required all kinds of people to do.

For example, running diplomacy.

Finally, Rong Tang made a request, "Master Du, please keep this a secret. Don't let the news get out before we even start this deal, and the money will be gone too."

Mr. Du San patted his chest loudly.

After finishing the official business, Mr. Du Sanye half-jokingly said, "Alas, the previous head of Yangzhuang and his family jumped into the river and died. Minister Jin has been making a fuss for several days without any result, and the bodies have become stinking in the Dali Temple. The Dali Temple Minister had no choice but to hastily close the case and let Minister Jin take the bodies and either bury them or feed them to the dogs. Minister Jin had no choice but to do so, and the burial will probably be tomorrow. Minister Jin begged to release Yang Lianye to attend the funeral, and the Jingzhao Prefecture Governor agreed out of moral obligation."

Rong Tang knew that he owed several favors in this matter. Although he was not the one who ordered the killing of the Yang family, the people died, and even if it was not his order, it should still be blamed on him.

Just die!

"I will have someone burn paper money tomorrow."

After drinking the sugar water, Master Du felt that the conversation was over and was about to leave. Rong Tang said casually, "Master, there is no workshop in Fuxinzhuang. All work must be done in this yard. This house must be vacated. Look at these furniture and other things. If your family doesn't want them, I will dispose of them."

Third Master Du tilted his head and thought for a moment. The Yang family was extinct, so no matter how valuable the belongings were, they were unlucky items. The mansion would definitely not want them. He waved his hand and said, "You decide."

The transaction was now complete, and Mr. Du Sanye took more than a dozen samples back to report.

The next step was to conduct an on-site inspection. Rong Tang pointed to Tongqian and Tian Laoda and asked them to go with him to inspect the fields. The items on the cart were important, and the rest would be left behind to be unloaded and guarded.

When I walked to Rong Dashan, I found that he was much quieter than usual, and even had a few white hairs on his temples. What kind of mental torture could make him age prematurely at the age of over 30?

Tongqian and Tian Lao Da took him to see the vast sorghum fields, which were indeed as large as 500 acres, and the varieties were pure and single, taller, stronger and neater than those in Rongjia Village.

The one who led them was Youzi, who was missing only one ear and was one of the few intact people in Fuxinzhuang.

Youzi was feeling uneasy. Rong Wanli had only said that the sorghum grown on the farm was valuable, but he hadn't specified its value. Ordinary sorghum was two cents per pound. Could this be sold for three cents?

This is similar to what Li Sipo's family has. In about ten days, we can start cutting the crops, and the harvest will be completed in less than a month.

He couldn't help but ask Youzi, "Where did this sorghum seed come from?"

Youzi said nervously, "When my old uncle was still alive, he brought this from Huangtupo in the northwest. He said that he was injured while suppressing bandits and was chased by the bandits into a thousand-acre sorghum field. He survived for ten days by chewing stalks. The bandits outside thought he had starved to death and retreated. My uncle thought this kind of sorghum could save his life in a critical moment, so he brought the seeds back."