Master Pan took the box and presented it to the steward of the Prime Minister's Office in the capital. It was full of yellow and white things, which reflected an attractive luster under the lamp. The experienced steward Hu couldn't help but be moved by it.
The amount of money and money that the Prime Minister's Mansion secretly exchanges is naturally much more than this, but those are all for the Prime Minister. He is responsible for handling them but does not dare to be greedy at all. How did the previous two accounting clerks die of sudden illness?
Nothing is clearer.
You can ask for more monthly rewards, and you can give out the benefits of filial piety that should be taken, but you are absolutely not allowed to touch things that should not be touched. These are the rules of the prime minister's house, and he, the steward, does not dare to violate them.
At this time, Mr. Pan was so humble that he no longer cared about his family's wealth. He only had such a son, and if something went wrong, no matter how much wealth he had, he would not be able to pass it on.
"Master Hu, I know that this matter is a big deal, but the big thing can't be bigger than a word from the Prime Minister. Please say a few more kind words. My Pan family's filial piety towards the Prime Minister is astonishing.
Take a look."
Manager Hu's face softened slightly and he reached out to take the heavy box: "Huh, you guys have done this. Okay. Anyway, let's call Pan Fu out first. I have something to explain."
Seeing that he accepted Master Pan, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "How dare I lie to you? Fu'er really went out to avoid the limelight. If you have any instructions, I will send someone to deliver the message. He will not say a single word."
It won’t be bad.”
Manager Hu gently stroked the box: "Where did he go? He couldn't have gone overseas, right?"
Mr. Pan said with a smile: "You are joking, who has a big tree and has to go outside to endure the waves and thunder if he doesn't want to enjoy the shade? Aren't all the people who ran to Japan a few days ago had their heads pickled with lime and sent back by the Japanese slave envoys?
Already."
Some time ago, Jiang Side guided the envoys of the Eastern and Southern Dynasties to the capital first, and the first gift he presented was the head of the prefect of Huai'an who fled overseas in fear of crime in the second year of Hongwu.
"It's good to know. It's right next to it. Which one will you settle in, Guangde County or Jianping County?"
After asking again and again, Master Pan also felt that something was wrong, but there was no one under the roof, so he could only pretend to be nonchalant and continue to talk to him, thinking only that if he could gain more wealth, he could at least save his son's life.
And Manager Hu finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Don't go around in circles with me. The people from the Criminal Department are biting hard. They've already told Da Tian to listen to the news. The prime minister is also having trouble. Call your son out quickly, so as not to worry about it."
Implicate others.”
"I...I only have this son."
Seeing his hesitation, Manager Hu quickly advised him: "You are still young, just marry a few more women in the future. Your son can still be born again. Your life and family property are gone, but really everything is gone."
"Can't we really leave a way for the rich son to survive? Most of the money collected in the past two years has been given to the Prime Minister's Mansion. If it were not for the Prime Minister's Mansion, my son would not have made such a fuss."
Manager Hu shook his head: "No one can do anything about it. It's all your fault. In your own place, you didn't even notice a scholar, and people gathered together and wrote blood letters to express their grievances."
"Oh, it turns out it's my family's fault."
"It doesn't matter whether you're wrong or not. What's important is to resolve the critical issues at hand first, so that you can be more careful in the future. You have to think carefully and don't make mistakes."
Mr. Pan was in tears, but his humble waist straightened little by little: "I've made a mistake, I've made a mistake, your mother! At this point, if I still want to deceive you, go away!"
Manager Hu wasn't angry at all, he just sighed: "Being a fool is also a blessing, so why make it so ugly."
"Haha, you want to kill people and silence them, do you still want us to obey you?"
"Hey, you don't know the cruel heart of the Holy One. What he hates most is corrupt officials. If you and your son are caught in Beijing like this, if you can be sentenced to death, it will be regarded as the feng shui of your family's ancestral graves. Why should you suffer this crime?
Woolen cloth?"
Master Pan wiped away his tears. He was not crying for himself. After all, he was already this age. Although he still couldn't bear to part with this wealth, he still enjoyed it enough. He was crying for his son. What a good boy.
.
"It doesn't matter how you die. In this life, you have experienced blessings and committed sins. It is not unjust. But if our father and son are dead, but you are still high and peaceful and enjoy wealth and honor, then we, father and son, will really die in peace."
Manager Hu smiled and said, "Oh, then are you ready to expose the Prime Minister?"
"How can I go there as a dead man? Didn't Manager Hu just come here to see me off? Go ahead, but even if you kill me, don't even think about where Fu'er is. When the news of my death comes out, my son will do something.
, I don’t know what’s going on with the Prime Minister, but I’m afraid you have something to do with it.”
Manager Hu stood up holding the box and smiled and said: "Hahaha, you are wrong about this. I am just here to persuade you. At this time, no one dares to kill anyone and silence them. No one can control you and your son if you want to die, but I will never do anything.
of."
He came covertly, but he was not sure that he could hide it from the surveillance of the pro-military Duwei Mansion. The Ministry of Punishment also lacked experts in this field. Suicide and being killed could not be done seamlessly. Really committing suicide would be fine, but if he was killed, it would be...
It broke the sky.
He stood up and walked to the door and stopped: "Mr. Pan, you insist on dragging me to death. I can't help it. I will bear all the blame. This box of gold and silver will be regarded as my pension. My son will have a good future in the future."
, My daughter has a generous dowry and I don’t have to worry about being bullied, so it’s not a loss.”
Mr. Pan didn't change his mind for a while. He worked as a county servant in the early years and had only this experience. I really don't understand why the prime minister is not prepared to kill people and silence them.
He just said stiffly: "Just pull one and it will be enough!"
Manager Hu turned his head slightly: "You don't have any other sons, but you still have a married daughter. She would not be involved with your Pan family originally. I heard that she just gave birth to a son this year, but I haven't had time to congratulate you yet."
Happy to have a grandson."
After saying that, I stopped threatening. Some words are too much, so just mention them. If you say more, it will be a bad thing if you really force people to lose their minds.
For a long time after Manager Hu left, Mr. Pan looked determined and weak for a while, and finally he could only continue to hide his face and cry. His wife gave birth to a son and left, leaving him with a pair of children to depend on each other.
Over the years, he has doted on his only son as much as his life, and he has treated his daughter as the apple of his eye. The daughter is well-behaved and sensible. She has been filial to her father and taken care of her younger brother since she was a child. She often comes to greet her after she gets married. How could he be willing to drag his daughter and grandson to die together?
The trembling butler walked in. Master Pan cheered up and asked him to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He wrote a few very recognizable words with his pen, and then handed it over to the butler to write for him.
Over the years, arty has come to be called arty. The letter was quickly written and sent to Pan Fu in Guangde County. Then his energy and energy suddenly disappeared, and he slumped on the chair in a daze.
My son is cruel, but he is also considerate of outsiders, including his sister who raised him single-handedly.
The housekeeper arranged for someone to deliver the letter and then came back. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. He wanted to run but knew he couldn't go anywhere and had to come back.
"There are still some belongings in the warehouse. If I want you to take some of the valuable ones, then go home and wait. Whether it is a blessing or a disaster depends on your own fate. It is also considered that your ancestors and grandchildren have served my Pan family for three generations.
of affection."
"Master...if the young one is lucky enough to escape this disaster, he will definitely send all his belongings to the eldest lady's house."
No one believed this, but it was unavoidable that I felt a bit lucky in my heart, and I really wanted to die without giving up.
"go Go."
In the early morning of the next day, Master Pan wiped his neck in front of his house. The passers-by who got up early in the morning were so noisy that people in the street came to watch the fun one after another. Until they were dispersed by the county officials, the newly appointed Liyang County Magistrate was ashen
Face comes...
Pan Fu from Linxian County also received a letter from home. He knelt down towards his home with red eyes: "Dad, my son is unfilial!"
Although it was not stated clearly in the letter, Pan Fu, who knew his father's nature, knew that his father was afraid of pain. He had enjoyed happiness all his life and did not want to be tortured before he died. He probably gave himself a happy life.
At the end of the letter, he also asked him to quickly find a place to burn some more paper money as a memorial, and then come down happily. The father and son will go to hell together with the money, and it will be easier to manage, so that they can continue to be young masters in the next life.
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