Chapter 412 The cooperation of Lord Shen is (3 more)
Minghui returned to Shen's house and took advantage of her lunch break to tell Shen Tianshu everything she had learned from Gao Shan in the morning.
"Girl, what should we do?" Minghui finished speaking and looked at Shen Tianshu anxiously.
Shen Tianshu didn't expect that the matter would become such a big deal. Didn't he say before that he would wait for Jin Chuang Yao to be ready and then follow the clues?
But after a moment of worry, she quickly calmed down.
Xie Yan is not a random person. Since he changed his plan, it must be because Li Zian had new orders.
Since it was Li Zian who caused the matter, it was natural that he should settle it.
Thinking that Li Zian had already arrived at Yongzhou Mansion before him, he must have come here just for this matter, so he just had to wait and see what would happen.
Thinking of this, Shen Tianshu smiled at Minghui and said, "Okay, I understand, don't worry, I know this well."
Although Minghui didn't know why, seeing Shen Tianshu's calm expression, she immediately felt relieved.
Since the girl said she didn't need to worry, she must be fine.
As Shen Tianshu expected, Li Zian is now thinking of ways to solve this matter.
Shen Zhonglei proposed to him the idea of asking Mrs. Tong to come over to see Mrs. Shen, but Li Zian rejected it directly.
Even if Shen Tianshu didn't send him a message through Xie Yan, he was not stupid enough to nod in agreement.
"I wonder how the old lady's condition is? But Mrs. Tong is still in the palace to see a doctor for her father, and she has no time to spare. I hope Master Shen can understand."
"It's because the lower official is being rude!" Shen Zhonglei quickly bowed and said.
Since the prince has said this, he must understand it even if he doesn't understand it.
What's more, Prince Rui has been in a coma for nearly four years. Compared with Old Mrs. Shen's petty problem of being anxious and anxious, he can still understand which one is more serious...
But what he thought was a good idea was rejected, and the matter of clearing Mrs. Tong's name would bring her back to the original point. Shen Zhonglei couldn't think of a new way for a while.
"After I return home, I will do my best to study and try to do my best as soon as possible..."
"No need, I have already made arrangements here. All I need is Master Shen's cooperation." Li Zian said.
"Yes, I will definitely cooperate with you fully." Shen Zhonglei didn't dare to ask what the method was, so he agreed immediately.
One morning a few days later, Shen Zhonglei was sitting in the private room on the second floor of Minghe Tea House, looking at the storyteller sitting on the table on the first floor.
Is this what the prince said?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a knock on the gavel downstairs, and then he started.
The storyteller did not directly mention Lady Tong, but in a few words, he outlined the situation on the other side of Xirong and how miserable the lives of the people on the border were.
Children lose their parents' arms, old people are abandoned in the wilderness, young adults and women become slaves and playthings of foreign races...
The manuscript was well written, and the storyteller was particularly good at exaggerating the atmosphere. Soon, the people listening to the book in the teahouse became involved, and they all showed indignant expressions.
When the atmosphere was almost inflamed, the storyteller suddenly sighed quietly and asked: "Everyone will feel emotional, angry and sympathetic when they hear what I say, but they still feel that it has nothing to do with them.
"But what everyone doesn't know is that people sent by Xirong actually began to infiltrate into various parts of Huguang as early as two months ago!"
As soon as this statement came out, the audience was instantly in an uproar.
"Don't try to bluff people. Huguang and Xirong are not bordering each other, they are so far away from here. Why would they send someone here if they are fine?"
"That's right! Even if we send people here, those people from Xirong are tall and have different looks from us. As long as they appear in front of others, will they not be able to recognize them?"
"What you said is wrong. Sir, you just finished saying that there are many plundered slaves over there in Xirong. Aren't those people all Daqi people like you and me? Can you recognize them when walking on the road?
Are they from a different race?"
There are people in the teahouse that Li Zian has arranged long ago in order to provide guidance when others raise questions.
"What do you mean by this? Are you saying that we Daqi people don't count as slaves for other people, but we also have to work as spies for foreigners?"
"People have to bow their heads under the eaves, not to mention these Daqi people who are treated as slaves by Xirong. Maybe his parents, brothers, wives, children, and children are all in the hands of Xirong people. In this case, what do they want him to do?
Of course he had to follow."
The teahouse was a noisy mess. The storyteller took several shots of the gavel before he was able to overcome everyone's arguments and the teahouse became quiet again.
"Don't be anxious, everyone. Let me tell you the ins and outs of this matter in detail."
The storyteller then talked about Xirong sending people to Huguang to buy medicinal materials.
This time, before anyone could question it, an insider in the crowd was the first to talk about what happened that day.
"If you don't believe it, you can go directly to the shopkeeper of Baohe Hall. He felt something was not right at that time and sent a man to report it to the official."
Immediately, someone raised their voice and asked, "Why didn't the government do anything at that time?"
This time, Mr. Storyteller didn’t need to say anything, as the people around him who were listening to the book already started talking directly.
"Are you stupid? As the saying goes, catch thieves and stolen goods, and catch cheaters and cheaters.
"They just went to buy a few herbs, and you rushed to arrest them. So what if you were caught? There won't even be any evidence, and they won't admit it. How can you help them?"
"That is, we must at least find real evidence in order to convict people."
The people Li Zian arranged in the teahouse are all characters who are good at observing people's emotions and can speak eloquently.
They and the storyteller cooperate even more tacitly.
The storyteller stirs up the emotions of the listeners above, while they participate in it below with approval or refutation.
The people at the bottom of Daqi have a low level of education, and most of them have never attended school.
Their daily sources of information are basically three channels.
First, the documents and notices posted by the government offices mostly refer to the new policies of the imperial court or some official affairs of the government offices.
The second is the various stories told by Mr. Shu in teahouses and restaurants.
The third is the gossip heard on the streets. This type of news is the most trivial, a mixture of good and bad, half true and half false.
As long as you are intentional and use people's emotions to guide you a little, you can easily lead everyone's thinking in the direction they need.
So when the storyteller mentioned that Mrs. Tong gave up her family for the sake of righteousness, she resolutely lent her hospital and servants, obviously she wanted to help Xirong make gold medicine, but in fact she was just following the clues, grasping the evidence, and then killing people in one fell swoop.
captured.
The teahouse soon resounded with praises for Mrs. Tong.
At first, it was only a few of the people Li Zian had arranged to say this. Soon, everyone was unified in thinking and walked along the road that Li Zian had paved long ago without realizing it.
"Let this storyteller talk for a few more days, and it should be almost done."
In another private room, Li Zian saw that the overall situation below had been decided, so he stood up and left.