Huang Fu traveled all over the country for so many years.
I have seen people risking their lives to resell ore, but I have never seen people go down to save people when something happens in the mine.
As for Wang Pingchuan and Ye Wenchang, Huang Fu even felt that he had shown mercy, but they had to seek death. Who could blame them?
But facing Zhao Jin, he didn't dare to say these words, but instead pretended to be ashamed and hypocritical.
Flattery's face was covered in blood and her hair was disheveled, like a lost dog.
Zhao Jin looked down from a high position with a cold voice, "So you have gone through all the trouble and killed so many lives just to prevent road construction?"
Yongshun County was once a major transportation thoroughfare, and it was common for merchants and refugees to travel from north to south.
Road repairs benefit the country, business and people, so why did Huang Fu and others become so mad?
Huang Fu stared at the dagger in front of him and swallowed hard: "You...you...don't get excited, listen to me first."
"Actually, Wang Pingchuan's road construction didn't have much to do with it. Which official didn't build roads and bridges to improve his political performance?"
"It's okay to just build the main road, but I still want to rebuild the Hongling Pass Road... Did you know that this road is the designated transportation secret road in the north?"
Hongling Road.
Unexpectedly, the source of everything turned out to be such a broken road!
"The Hongling Road has been abandoned for many years, and the villages along the way have been relocated," Zhao Jin said gloomily, "You will choose it."
Even people who have lived in Yongshun County for several years may not notice that road.
As the name suggests, Hongling Road is a road sandwiched between mountains. There were once red maples on both sides.
However, due to the rolling of the earth dragon more than ten years ago, the road collapsed and rocks fell from both sides of the cliff, so no one has walked on it for a long time.
Zhao Jin had been to that area before. It was overgrown with grass and rugged, and the roads were in disrepair.
Huang Fu's voice became smaller and smaller. "This is also something that can't be helped." He smiled bitterly and said: "The imperial court has strict control over iron ore. If it is transported one by one, it will definitely be found out. A safety line is needed.
The road avoids exploration. Although the Hongling Road is a bit remote, it is still... very safe."
Rumors of private transactions between Huang Fu and salt and iron dealers have been circulating in the county, but Zhao Jin has never found evidence.
It turned out to be dark under the lamp.
Presumably Huang Laosan is also using his power to cover up secretly, opening up his joints and erasing his traces.
It's a pity that Wang Pingchuan's ambition was ruined.
Wang Pingchuan received a large amount of donations for repairs and included the Hongling Pass Road in the plan with a wave of his hand.
Several branch roads in Yongshun County have not yet been completed, and they were all stranded due to Wang Pingchuan's death.
If everything goes according to plan, the Hongling Road will eventually be repaired.
Zhao Jin finally figured out the cause and effect.
"No wonder," he grabbed Huang Fu's collar, "no wonder... you have been obstructing it. You are just worried that once the construction of that road starts, the secret of your private mine operation will be exposed!"
For the sake of his own selfish interests, he disregarded the lives of the people, leaving County Magistrate Wang with no body left and his reputation completely ruined!
Zhao Jin gripped the dagger tightly, the bones making a rattling sound.
Looking at Huang Fushi again, it was like looking at a dead thing.
"Tell me! Where will the iron ore be transported to? Who will take over it? What do you want to do!"
Huang Fu grabbed Zhao Jin's arm and begged for mercy, "Zhao, Mr. Zhao, Daxia Zhao! It's not that I didn't say anything, it's just that I really don't know what to say! The iron ore that was shipped out was all put down in the north.
Just leave, when the time comes...someone will take over when the time comes, I don’t know, I really don’t know anything else!"
"You dig and transport the ore for someone, and now you tell me that I don't know who it is? Could it be that Zhao is a three-year-old child?"
Without waiting for Huang Fu to reply, Zhao Jin directly stabbed his thigh with a knife.
"Ahhhh!!! Really, huh, I really don't know. It's also the first time I've seen Na Pixiu. He's the one who was sent by the north to deal with the aftermath of Wang Pingchuan's accident..." When Zhao Jin saw Huang Fu talking about stopping, he ran out of patience. He pulled out the dagger and stabbed him again, "You damn sheep? You pooped every drop of shit!"
Huang Fu's eyes widened in pain, "Zhao Jin, you have to die...No, no, no, Master Zhao! Stop pricking me, I say!"
When he saw Zhao Jin raising the dagger again, he immediately became frightened.
"Ten years ago... I was in the medicinal business in Lucheng County, Michigan, in the north, but bad luck led to me losing everything. Then I met that man, and I only knew that we all called him the Young Master. His real name... I really
I don’t know. The man knew that I was from Qingsong Town, so he took me on several silk trips, and soon gave me a large sum of money to return to Qingsong Town.”
"From the beginning... I was only allowed to open a restaurant at first, so that's how Fuding Tower came about. Seven years ago, there was a letter from the north, saying that there was iron ore in Qingsong Town, and asking me to arrange for people to mine it and send it to the north. At that time... I was still worried about the county.
The government investigated, built a tin mine to hide the evidence, and then assigned some people to dig iron ore."
"Master Zhao, I really just want to make money. As soon as Magistrate Wang's plan to repair the Hongling Road came out, I knew that the iron ore mine would definitely not be hidden. This... is a crime of decapitation. So, so
I thought that by causing the embankment to collapse and pulling down Magistrate Wang, the road construction plan would naturally come to an end, but I didn’t expect..."
Huang Fu gasped for air, his eyes a little distracted, and continued.
"After the young master from the north knew about it, he sent Pi Xiu here soon. But I swear, I didn't know at first that they were so capable. They could make the court issue an official document of accountability, and make Huang Laosan the official.
County magistrate."
Zhao Jin asked, "Where do you hand over the iron ore every time it is transported to the north?"
"Five miles east of Dashi Village, Lucheng County, Mizhou, there is an inn with no name."
"How to hand over?"
"Just leave it to the innkeeper."
"What does the young master from the north look like?"
"I haven't seen him for many years. Back then he was seven feet tall. Now he is about thirty-seven or eighty-year-old. He has a fair face and a cold and arrogant expression."
"What are the characteristics?"
"Back then, his favorite thing was to have a white jade with a bird holding a flower hanging around his waist."
Zhao Jin weighed the dagger in his hand, "What else is there?"
Huang Fu shrank back with difficulty and said timidly, "It's gone, Mr. Zhao! It's really gone. I'll tell you everything."
Zhao Jin nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, it will save trouble if we do it earlier."
Huang Fu breathed a long sigh of relief, twitching the corners of his mouth while crying, "Master Zhao, you are kind and righteous, give me a chance. I am willing to testify for Magistrate Wang, restore his innocence, and build a shrine for him to chant sutras..." Zhao Jin shook his head, "There is no need to set up a temple and chant sutras. It will pollute Mr. Wang's ears. Now that we have finished talking, let's get on our way!"
"Okay." Huang Fu leaned against the cave wall and tried to stand up, but suddenly froze, "Let's go...on the road? What road?"
Zhao Jin bent down suddenly and stabbed the dagger into Huang Fu's heart.
"Yellow Spring Road!"
Huang Fu's eyes were full of fear, he covered his chest with his hands, his body slipped to the ground, and his whole body twitched.
"Master Wang, Mr. Ye and the others have taken twenty lives, how do you deserve to be alive?"
"Even if I, Zhao Jin, fall into hell, I will kill all the masters behind you!"
A large amount of blood flowed in the mine tunnel, dyeing the entire ground deep red, and the yellow blessings on the ground gradually stopped moving.
The weak firelight reflected Zhao Jin's figure, like Shura from hell!
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Qingsong Town, Huating Academy.
Ye Chongwen put down the book in his hand and walked out of the courtyard door.
The academy still maintains its former appearance, with dark bamboos growing on both sides of the bluestone road, and water splashing in the central pool along the road.
He came to his grandfather's study room, but did not go in.
"Grandpa, I will take the county examination in more than a year. I have been studying arithmetic seriously recently." Ye Chongwen sat against the wall, his eyes red. "One day I will prove your innocence."<
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He sat there for a long time, then stood up holding on to the wall and murmured: "I'm going to have a rest. Grandpa, you should also rest early."
The strong wind blew the fallen leaves, and the raindrops from the eaves hit the beams.
The dim light of the lantern became farther and farther, and the shadows on the study door were mottled, and soon became dark again.
It rained for a long time that night, so long that people couldn't help but think of that torrent, which made them uneasy.
It wasn't until the sky turned white and the morning light broke through the gloom that the rain stopped completely.