Shipin Dalizheng

It wasn't until the paper money started to burn fiercely, with the ashes rising with the flames and drifting towards the Minister's residence, that he said, "Yang Lianye, you've occupied other people's shops, falsified accounts and embezzled other people's money. Are you living a happy life? Yang Liangui is dead, and this paper money is burned for him. When you die, this prince will double it for you. No, super double it, okay?"

Yang Lianye's triangular eyes twitched violently, and he felt an uncontrollable panic. He said such a thing so openly in public. Wasn't he completely unworldly?

Jin Shizhao's face looked very ugly. In fact, he had never looked good since Rong Tang appeared.

"Unfilial son, how do you talk to your uncle?"

Rong Tang sneered, "Master Jin, please don't act like an elder in front of this prince. You're just a father in name only, not in reality. Even until now, you haven't truly acknowledged me as your son, have you? Okay, it doesn't matter if you don't acknowledge me. Whether you acknowledge me or not, I'm still the prince of the Jian'an Earl. If you don't acknowledge me, then you can forget about even the status of the Earl's son-in-law. I will petition His Majesty to allow you to divorce my mother, and you will just be Minister Jin, severing all ties with the Jian'an Earl's Mansion."

Jin Shizhao was so angry that he couldn't believe such a thing happened in the world. As a son, he wanted to ask for permission to divorce his father.

"Rebellious son, do you want to anger your father to death?"

"Alright, stop labeling me as a rebellious son, a scoundrel, or my biological father. We all know what our relationship is like, and we don't even want to pretend. I'm telling you clearly now: the Jin family will return all of the Bo Mansion's assets, including an acre of land, a shop, a property, and my mother's dowry, even a copper coin or a toilet. And don't use the title of father to pressure me in the future. Sorry, I won't fall for that. Come on, pour all the paper money on the ground. If Yang Liangui can't spend it all, let him save it for the day when the whole family is reunited to enjoy it together."

The servants in the Bo's Mansion now only listened to Rong Tang's orders. Not to mention asking them to pour paper money, they would just go up and slap Jin Shizhao in the face without hesitation.

Jin Shizhao was so angry that he was shaking all over and felt powerless. The only thing he could control Rong Tang was the title of father. If this title was no longer effective, what could he do?

"You, aren't you afraid that I will beat the drum to report you to the emperor and have him kill you, this unfilial son?"

Rong Tang was amused. "Then why don't you try knocking on it? If you don't have the strength, I can knock on it for you, and by the way, I can settle the old score of you concealing your illegitimate wife and son and deceiving your marriage. By the way, some families are concerned about their reputation and dare not expose their dirty laundry to the public, which will be detrimental to their chances of getting a wife or taking the imperial examination. This prince doesn't care. I'm not taking the imperial examination, and I'm engaged. No matter how bad my reputation is, I'm still a prince. You're different. You read the books of sages, but if you don't do anything, you'll lose even your official position."

Jin Shizhao fell backwards and fell straight down.

"Oh my god, someone come quickly! My father is so worried about my second uncle that he has fainted. Please call a doctor. Butler Tao, please send two of the turtles we have at home to help my father recover."

You could call him gloating, but he felt incredibly happy, so happy that he wanted to laugh out loud three times. He tilted his head back, but before he could even laugh, a splash of water came pouring down on him.

It wasn't just a splash of water; it filled the air, drenching them like drowned rats. Rong Tang was just about to turn around and curse someone for being blind when he saw a water truck parked on the street. A young man in uniform, with an arrogant demeanor, was directing a group of people to scoop water and splash it on them.

Rong Zhan hurriedly said, "Prince Yong's brother-in-law, He Qilin, Commander-in-Chief of the Water Department of the Patrol Battalion."

It turned out to be the captain of the Beijing Fire Department.

He Qilin waved the whip in his hand and pointed arrogantly, "Why, Rong Shizi is not convinced?"

Rong Tang shook his soaked hair and said sincerely, "I'm convinced. General He did the right thing. Fire prevention is everyone's responsibility. Come on, pay the fine."

Butler Tao ran up and handed over ten taels of silver. "Thank you for your hard work, General, and for your hard work, this is the tea fee."

He Qilin originally didn't want to impose any fines. They were all nobles who came to Beijing and had face. Since they took the initiative to approach him, there was no reason to refuse, right?

He Qilin didn't say anything else. He whipped the fire, put out the fire, and the soldiers left.

"Let's go too. Since burning paper is dangerous, let's forget it. I think that's enough for the Yang family."

The group of people, dripping with water, returned to the Earl's Mansion, completely ignoring the chaos in the Minister's Mansion after Jin Shizhao fainted.

Rong Xiuchou is not good enough. He made his father faint in the street. This kid has no reputation at all.

"Xiaotang, don't be impulsive. Don't say you're just a prince. Even if you were an uncle, you still have to be careful. As the saying goes, the emperor's grace ends after five generations. If you don't take the imperial examination, who knows if your descendants will need to take the exam?"

He kept on rambling all the way, but Rong Tang covered his ears and refused to listen. He hadn't figured out how to live his life, so what about his descendants?

Only Mother Yao felt relieved. "Well done, that's the way to deal with him. If Madam had even a third of the Crown Prince's tact and eloquence, she wouldn't be so angry to death."

Rong Tang went back and took a nap, feeling extremely comfortable.

I woke up in the afternoon and walked around the yard. With a "bang", a stone hit the tree trunk next to me. I looked up and saw Lao Wen squatting on the wall.

My first reaction was to shout for help, but my second reaction was that shouting was useless, so I walked over and said, "Old Wen, what's going on?"

Old Wen has figured out the pattern of how to address him. Whether to call him Grandpa Wen or Old Wentou depends on whether he poses a threat to Rong Tang.

"Don't play dumb. You promised the young master, when do you plan to fulfill your promise?"

"Can I wait a while? I've been a bit busy lately! I haven't opened a shop yet, Fuxinzhuang hasn't started yet, and Rongjia Village is in a mess. He can't do anything without me every day. Besides, even if Master Zheng wants to stand up and leave, it won't happen in a short period of time. Once I've done everything I need to do and the business is up and running, I'll naturally have the energy and time to give Master Zheng a perfect plan. This matter really can't be rushed. You know, he's a very demanding person. If things are done roughly, it will be bad, right?"

Old Wen had no way to refute it. He knew that flesh and blood feet could definitely not grow out, and he couldn't imagine any way to make the young master stand up and walk. No matter how urgent it was, it would take more than a few days.

"Okay, I'll give you three days. After three days, you must give me an answer."

As soon as Old Wen left, Rong Tang suddenly felt that he had been careless last night. He might as well have sold Zheng Jiu out. Besides, wasn't it just one person's identity? If the Zheng family was willing to find out, they would eventually find out with a little time.

"Master, Master."

Tongqian was calling him outside. There were maids and servants on duty in his yard, but he drove them all away.

"what's up?"

"Chuncao sent someone to ask if you're going back to Rongjia Village today. She said she tried to make glutinous rice wine yesterday, but she doesn't know how it was done. Also, Rong Dazhu bought a thousand kilograms of red sorghum, but she doesn't know how it was made into wine. They're still steaming it and selling it. A few of the vendors are selling well, and they're willing to sign a supply and marketing agreement. They'd like your opinion, too."

Rong Tang knew that the men in the village were timid and intimidated when they first encountered big business. He had to go back and demonstrate once, and then he would force them to do it themselves.

It’s not that we can’t hire a professional manager, but if we do that, the people in Rongjia Village will never be able to grow.