Beijing, after Fan Wencheng returned from the palace, he immediately called his eldest son Fan Chengmo and said to him: "The emperor intends to make a contract with the Dutch people. I took this opportunity to find an errand for you. Are you willing to go to the East Fan to sign a contract for my Qing Dynasty envoy and the Dutch people?"

"Sign up a contract with the Dutch?" Fan Chengmo looked confused. Who is the Dutch and where is the Dongfan?

"You told you not to be a nerd on weekdays, but you didn't listen. Now you don't know the big things in the world. What's the use of reading more books? The sages didn't teach you, is it better to travel a thousand miles than reading thousands of books!" Fan Wencheng said something about the Dutch people and Dongfan in a silence to tell his eldest son a little.

Fan Chengmo was very surprised after hearing this: "Father, why did the emperor form an alliance with the red-haired ghost?"

"It was Sony and Oboi's idea. My father did not agree with this matter. But the emperor said that although the Dutch were foreigners, they were not greedy for the world of our Qing Dynasty. However, Wu Sangui and the thief scholar would take the life of our Qing Dynasty. Now that Oboi led his troops to Henan, the Central Plains war situation could not be distinguished in a short period of time, but Zhejiang and Fujian could not be saved. I heard that the thief scholars gathered tens of thousands of troops and were attacking Dasu. How many troops were there in Dasu's hands? How many troops could Fujian be saved?" Fan Wencheng sighed, "When Li Lutai was in Guangdong, he had a complaint to the court and suggested that the court and the Dutch form an alliance to deal with the pirates. At that time, the situation was beneficial to us, so the court ignored this matter. Now, we have to mention this matter again, and in the words of the emperor, use the raid to govern the Han Dynasty."

Fan Chengmo suddenly realized: "Does the emperor want to use the power of the red-haired man to deal with pirates and thieves scholars?"

Fan Wencheng nodded: "The Dutch people's navy is very strong, and I heard that it is no worse than the pirates. If the Dutch people are willing to help with the war, there will undoubtedly be a navy in the Qing Dynasty, which can solve the problems in the past. The emperor attaches great importance to this matter. You have to do the job I have specially asked for you in front of the emperor. After all, as a father, you are old, and your younger brothers will not be angry. In the future, the Fan family will have to rely on you to support you. Don't let your father down."

Fan Wencheng thought his son could understand his painstaking efforts and the emperor attached great importance to the contract with the Dutch people. Chengmo could do the job well, not to mention being promoted, but he might have been promoted several levels in a row. If he had not given the face of his old minister, how could he have fallen on Chengmo?

Unexpectedly, Fan Chengmo was a little unwilling. He looked embarrassed: "My son is very comfortable in Beijing. He is lonely overseas. His son has never dealt with a red-haired ghost. I am afraid that he will get rid of the matter." Fan Chengmo was an editor of the Hongwen Academy in Hanlin Academy. He was able to move to the Bachelor of the Secretariat after the New Year. Although the Qing Dynasty is not as good as before, the country has not yet been destroyed. He just needs to do his own business steadily and do not have to risk going to sea to fight for wealth. Therefore, he is somewhat resistant to his father's arrangements.

Fan Wencheng was so angry that he was just an editor: "You are just an editor now. Even if you are moved to a bachelor's degree in the secretariat, how much future can you have? In the year when Jiang Yan rebelled, he became a food station commissioner for three months. After that, he had never seen you come in with a large amount of money. Now the family's expenses are getting bigger every day, otherwise I would not be able to support me alone!"

Fan Chengmo was scolded by his father and lowered his head, but he still said, "What my father taught me is the same. It's just that the emperor just wanted to make a contract with the Dutch people, and his son was planning a mission to the country. What if someone joins us and says that our father and son are building a private party, what if? I'm so cautious when I haven't seen Ning Wan, there are still people ginseng last month! What's more, we."

"Do you think the emperor still cares about whether to form a party or not?"

The errand arranged by Fan Wencheng for his eldest son was approved by the emperor, so how could he not agree? Unfortunately, Fan Chengmo had no choice but to bite the bullet and take on the errand. Fan Wencheng asked him to go back to the house and ask the person in the house to pack up his luggage. In just one or two days, there would be a priest sent by Johnson Chan to travel with him.

After Fan Chengmo left his father reluctantly, his third brother Fan Chengxun went into the house with a piece of paper.

When Fan Wencheng saw Guigui Chong's third son, he was furious and drank Fan Chengxun who was about to slip away: "Come here, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Fan Chengxun was a little panicked and wanted to hide the paper in his hand, but there was nowhere to hide it. This made Fan Wencheng even more angry when he saw it, and he reached out to ask Chengxun to give him the things. Fan Chengxun was even less courageous than his elder brother Fan Chengmo, so he dared not to respond. He carefully handed the paper to his father.

Fan Wencheng glanced at the paper and his face changed drastically. He looked up on the paper and wrote three words "Zhuman Song".

"Where did you get this thing?"

Fan Wencheng's face was as gloomy as water. What does the three words "Zhuman Song" mean? He should ask him to guess what is it, and what else is it besides Manzhou!

Fan Chengxun was frightened by his father's appearance. He also knew that the relationship between "Zhuman Song" was very powerful. He said honestly: "It has been circulated in Beijing for some reason. Children in the streets and alleys were singing. My son was also curious, so he gave a few copper coins and asked the two children to sing it and took a pen to record it." After that, he added: "My son was going to show it to his father."

"Hmph, what do you show me?" Fan Wencheng glared at Chengxun angrily: "This song was clearly spread by someone, which shakes the foundation of the Qing Dynasty and incites ignorant people to rebel. Since you feel that, why don't you report to the officials and bring them into the mansion? Do you know that if this thing is revealed, it will be a disaster for the family to be destroyed!"

"Father, son is wrong!"

Fan Chengxun was so scared that he knelt on the ground, and his forehead was filled with cold sweat.

Fan Wencheng snorted, ignored Chengxun, who was kneeling on the ground, picked up the reading glasses on the desk, and looked at what "Zhumange" wrote word by word.

"Don't play the drum, don't beat the gong, listen to me sing this song of chasing the Manchus; now the emperor is not a Han man, the old monk in Manchu Qing Dynasty has a braid like a rat tail, wearing a red cherry real dog hat, and a court bead like a rat condom. His ancestor Nurha led his soldiers to my house. General Dragon and Tiger had become a naturalized person, but was ridden by the Han people. Later, he rebelled as the emperor and was destined to be a constellation. His grandson was named Fulin, and he took advantage of the dog luck to sit in Yanjing. The regent prince's uncle and uncle and sister-in-law, married the empress dowager, gave dog officials all over the dog officials to taste wedding wine, but he entered the slaughtered family with sheep and pigs. The Yangzhou city was massacred for ten days, and the capital of Jiading and Guangzhou was killed. Sichuan Huguang no man's land now advised my brothers to remember the dead hatred. When the Qing Dynasty broke into the pass, your father was killed and his mother was lustful. Brother, you are a Han family, and it is not brave to not kill enemies."

"The evil words confuse the public, they are nonsense, and nonsense!"

Fan Wencheng only saw the blood and blood surged. He was so angry that he wanted to tear the "Zhuman Song" to pieces, but he saw that the final signature of the song was "Zhou Shixiang".

"This thief scholar!"
Chapter completed!