How to make a famous minister

It's just that Fan Xuanchao's illness has not improved.From the time he came to Hangzhou at the beginning of the year, until the ice of the West Lake began to melt, and the grass was faintly green again on the ground, Fan Xuanchao had not seen officials at all levels in Hangzhou.

If someone asks about the condition, the doctor will usually answer: the body is weak and needs to rest, not to be tired.

If a doctor replied that way, he might have been bribed.But if all the top doctors in the city say so, everyone will guess in their hearts that it should be true.

Sometimes, prefect Lin couldn't help but wonder if he was going to die of illness in Hangzhou?

If this is the case, is His Majesty angry because the emperor's favorite minister died of illness within his jurisdiction, or is he angry at letting the favorite minister go back after recovering from illness?

Although from the first point of view, His Majesty will take his anger out on him, but if he has to wait for his illness to be investigated, Zhifu Lin is really worried.

Why don't you beg God to take him back, after all, seeing how thin he looks...

Hey, Master Fan Xuanchao, what does he look like?Governor Lin couldn't help thinking about it again and again, but it was dark that day, Fan Xuanchao was wearing a mink fur coat, his figure and face were completely covered, and after a long time, Governor Lin actually forgot what he looked like look like.

It's okay, it's okay, as long as you recognize the official uniform.In the entire Hangzhou Mansion, he is only a young third-rank official.

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in the dark.

In an inconspicuous small courtyard, Fan Xuanchao carefully compared the two ledgers in his hand, facing a lamp that had been left behind.

Behind him, Xiao Man hides in the dark.In the yard there were other Jin Yiwei pretending to be his servants to guard.There are guards on the street, and there are guards hiding in the surrounding courtyards.Zhu Youjian handed over the command of Jinyiwei Hangzhou Guard to him, and everything was under his command.

It took them almost four months to copy this account book from the prefect Lin.Comparing the ledgers they searched from those wealthy merchants, it turned out that they were word for word.

When Fan Xuanchao raised his head from the account book, he realized that the sky had already dawned, and the oil lamp in front of him had already been extinguished at some time.

He closed the ledger, carefully put it into the box, put two locks on it, handed one to Xiaoman, and took the other with him.Xiaoman took the box containing his four months of hard work, and quickly disappeared into the secret passage.

Fan Xuanchao didn't sleep all night, his head was heavy and painful, but he could still open his eyes and think, but he didn't doubt that if he really lay down, he would be able to fall asleep directly without brewing.

It's just that he didn't want to sleep yet, the excitement of checking the accounts filled his veins and hit his heart one after another.His heart was beating very fast, Fan Xuanchao couldn't help but wonder if he had stayed up too late these past few months and was about to die suddenly?

Shaking his head, he put this unlucky thought behind him.He pushed open the door, facing the sun, breathing in the green air, and couldn't help but think of the classic line, "Tomorrow is another new day."

Shaking his head, "No, it should be, today is another day." Because he didn't know where this classic line came from, Fan Xuanchao, who has always been very serious, changed it without authorization.

Members of the Donglin Party from the south of the Yangtze River in North Korea and China are also investigating the issue of buying and selling land in their hometowns. Fan Xuanchao thought that the bottleneck period will soon be reached.

But with this account book, it will be different. At least, he can first report to the court to catch all these moths, and then slowly convict them and check the property.

Although this is a bit of a delay, it is the safest way.At that time, Xu Jie's family had a property of 40 mu, and they almost didn't eat him. Now, officials of all sizes in Hangzhou have almost contracted the land of nearby counties and counties.

Of course, these are not what their salaries can afford, but officials of the Ming Dynasty have a tradition of "sacrificing land".

That is to say, farmers voluntarily donate their own fields to officials, and by doing so, they can transfer the taxes they need to hand over to the state to officials.

According to the law of the Ming Dynasty, there is no need to collect taxes on the land of officials, and those farmers only need to pay a part of the rent to the officials.

On the whole, it is much more cost-effective than paying taxes to the country.

However, there are risks in doing so, but these risks are borne by the officials who received their land.

For example, when the emperor wants to deal with you and make room for others...

So what if they have the backing of the Donglin Party?Still comparable to Xu Jie and Xu Shoufu back then?

He took the heads of these Hangzhou officials.

"My lord, the morning dew is cold, we'd better go back to the house." At some time, Xiao Man had already stood beside him, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.

Fan Xuanchao took the hot tea and took a sip, "I've been sitting all night, so come out and breathe a sigh of relief."

Xiao Man looked at him worriedly, "The young master is only recovering from his illness..."

Fan Xuanchao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I don't have any illnesses. The cough has been cured a few months ago. Xiao Man, are you too nervous? Your Majesty puts too much pressure on you."

Xiao Man blushed, "Your Majesty told the humble official to pay attention to your body, but... the villain really cares about the young master."

Fan Xuanchao smiled, of course he knew that Xiaoman was loyal to him, when he curiously asked Zhu Youjian if there was a Jinyiwei in Fan's mansion, Zhu Youjian generously admitted that Xiaoman was his secret stake.

Fan Xuanchao was really taken aback. After all, Xiaoman was picked up by him from the refugees in Liaodong, and he has been living in Fan's residence since then. Why did he suddenly become Jinyiwei?

How did Zhu Youjian answer him at that time?

"Jin Yiwei had already set his sights on her, but you got there first. But it's just right, so I saved a little bit of effort."

At this moment, Fan Xuanchao thought, there must have been people from Jinyiwei lurking in Fan's residence at that time, and they happened to come into contact with Xiaoman.

However, if this is the case, what about the Jin Yiwei who was lurking before...

He remembered that Fan Jingwen and Mrs. Zhang were still in Nanjing, and couldn't help shivering.

"Is there a letter from Beijing?"

Xiaoman said in a low voice, "Not yet, the letter just arrived yesterday. It probably won't be until tomorrow."

Fan Xuanchao nodded, "I forgot." I even forgot that there will be a letter tomorrow, "I will write a letter, you wait, and send the letter and the account book to Beijing."

Xiaoman agreed.

Fan Xuanchao picked up the pen and thought for a long time, what should he write?I have a good cough?The ice in Hangzhou West Lake is starting to melt?Maybe he can still see willows in early spring?

"The accounts of officials accepting bribes and selling officials in the Hangzhou area have been found, and we will start to investigate the situation of land offering in the near future." I wrote a few more sentences, and finally hesitated, and wrote, "My minister respectfully asks the holy body to be healthy."