Chapter 195: Force you to death, force you to death
People, most of them "will not shed tears until they see the coffin".
Of course, there are people who "don't shed tears even when they see the coffin" and people who "cry when they don't see the coffin", but they are very few.
After all, there are many ordinary people and few ruthless people.
If the problem is someone else's fault, then of course it's "just watching the excitement is not too big a problem".
But when something happens to you, it will hurt whoever gets cut.
Just now we were an offensive and defensive alliance, united in life and death, but when it comes to life and death, or when real money and silver need to be spent, it will be a situation of "the father and the mother are getting married, and everyone takes care of themselves".
After all, even a couple who "lived in the same quilt and died in the same hole" would "separately fly when disaster strikes", let alone this group of rabble?
Are you going to die and do something stupid to me?
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Master Zhen doesn’t dare to take the trouble.
The salt merchants refused to cut the meat.
Jia Lian refused to let it go.
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In desperation, Zhen Huan had already fallen out with the salt merchants, and directly threatened with gritted teeth: If he refused to pay back the tax money, he would seize the "salt quota" behind him and cut off the wealth of all the salt merchants. p>
When the salt merchants saw that the matter was exposed, their superiors refused to admit it. They knew that the salt administration master Zhen Huan could not protect himself. He was about to be dismissed from his official position, and his house was confiscated and his family was destroyed. How could he still have the power to block the future "salt introduction"? Naturally, there was nothing to say.
If you refuse to pay the tax again, you will lose your property in vain.
What's more, there is Jiang Chunsheng in the lead, who is blocking the thunder in front. He is a person who has "friendship" with the Supreme Emperor. He has a backer, so he is naturally not afraid.
So, these thirty or so salt merchants all made loud noises to Zhen Huan. Some argued, some interceded, and some begged, but they refused to pay any more tax money.
He forced the Lianghuai Yanzheng Zhen Huanzhen, who was so impressive just now, to slap the table, dance with his feet, bow and bow, and do anything he could.
However, in the eyes of the salt merchants, he was already a "dying man". Without the blessing of power, how could one mouth speak louder than those thirty-eight mouths?
No matter how Zhen Huan tried to intimidate, persuade, or persuade, he cried bitterly... In the end, he almost begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother, but to no avail.
Zhen Huan, who had no choice but to wipe the hot sweat from his forehead, begged Jia Lian with a sad face:
"Master Jia, Second Master Lian, for the sake of our Jia and Zhen families being ancestral relatives, please help me. I am already at the end of my rope.
Even if I'm forced to hang myself with a rope, I can't make any money out of it."
Jia Lian had a cold face and said nothing.
Zhen Huan had no choice but to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead again, with a sad face, and turned to bow to Lin Ruhai:
"Mr. Lin, we are colleagues and relatives of relatives. Please be kind and leave me a way to survive."
Lin Ruhai felt soft-hearted and said a kind word to Jia Lian to help Zhen Huan:
"How about... you can help me?"
Jia Lian waved his hand.
Zhen Huan's heart plunged into the bottom of the valley in one fell swoop.
But I heard Jia Lian say calmly:
"When my uncle asks, my nephew helps me.
We just have to wait a moment, they will be here soon, why don’t we have a cup of tea first.”
Before he finished speaking, two cute little girls walked out of the hall, one carrying a teapot and the other holding a tea tray. They stood beside Jia Lian and served tea. It was Qingwen and Zhuyu, but Ahe was missing. p>
After finishing a cup of tea, Xing'er ran in with his head lowered, knelt down in front of Jia Lian and said:
"Second Master, Cai'er and Fa'er are back."
"Come on, the people waiting are here. Tell them to come in."
Cai'er walked in front, followed closely by a panicked boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed as a student, with stains on his scratched face and a big bloody bruise on his forehead. p>
Fa'er was walking behind, pushing someone in his hand.
When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but feel frightened again.
The person being pushed and pushed by a young boy was none other than Mr. Zhen Huanzhen’s nephew, the romantic young master Zhen Lian. He was also holding an eight or nine-year-old little girl in his arms, disheveled.
Cai'er knelt down first and replied:
"Second Master Hui Lian, this is Qi Hansheng, Mo Xiang's younger brother.
When the youngster rushed to the school, the people sent by Jiang Chunsheng happened to be taking action.
Those two people have been captured by the younger ones. Go back and interrogate them, and I’m sure they’ll know everything.”
Qi Hansheng had never seen such a battle before. He was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and trembled all over. He lay on the ground and didn't even dare to raise his head. He only said:
"I...I don't know anything, I...I am wronged..."
When Mo Xiang saw Mo Xiang, who had been lying on the ground, he suddenly struggled hard and was caught by Li'er.
Mo Xiang struggled desperately, but couldn't break free. She only stared at Qi Han's voice with a pair of red and swollen eyes, but couldn't make a sound.
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Fa'er returned obviously defeated, knelt down and kowtowed:
"Second Master Lian makes atonement, but he is incompetent and can't do both things well.
When Xiao Xiao arrived, Mo Xiang's parents had already been strangled to death. It was Jiang Chunsheng's housekeeper and two family members who did it, and the three murderers were all caught.
After asking them, they found out that Mo Xiang's sister... the younger one was also found. She was in Master Zhenlian's room. She was said to have been sent in last night.
When the slave arrived, he had just strangled the child. The child was still hot, but he could not save it.
I'm a waste of a slave, I beg you, Mr. Lian, to atone for your sins."
Only then did everyone see the girl in Zhen Lian's arms, her face was ashen, her mouth was half open, and her purple tongue was half hanging out of her mouth.
Mo Xiang struggled like crazy, wailed silently, banged her head on the ground, and finally disturbed Qi Hansheng who was lying on the ground and did not dare to raise his head.
The two siblings looked at each other, and Qi Hansheng immediately wanted to pounce on them desperately, but Cai'er grabbed him back.
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Jia Lian ignored Zhen Lian, who was stunned, and only asked Zhen Huan:
"Jiang Chunsheng killed someone, and his nephew was also involved.
It seems that in addition to the salt tax, it will be difficult for your family to clear up this criminal case."
Zhen Huan's face turned earthy and he pointed at Zhen Lian:
"Beast! What...what's going on?"
Zhen Lian had peed her pants halfway, and was forced by Fa'er to keep holding the dead girl. Her face had lost all color, and her voice was hoarse and trembling:
"It wasn't me who...hanged herself...she hung herself..."
When he heard that all the people he sent had fallen into Jia Lian's hands, Jiang Chunsheng, who was dressed in an elegant and steady manner, tilted his body and fell to the ground.
Hu Bing, who was closest to him, did not offer any support, but hurriedly moved away, as if he was afraid of getting into trouble.
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Jia Lian gestured to Li'er, and Li'er untied the sesame walnuts from Mo Xiang's mouth.
Mo Xiang suddenly burst into tears:
"Jiang Chunsheng, you are a beast who doesn't deserve a good death! I sacrificed my life for you...I killed people for you without conscience, and you killed my whole family! You don't deserve a good death! Your whole family doesn't deserve a good death! Eighteen generations of your whole family don't deserve a happy death!"
You beast that suffered a thousand cuts..."
Jia Lian walked up to Jiang Chunsheng:
"You have to pay for human life.
You also have to pay for the money."
He glanced at the salt merchants with cold eyes:
"You all have to pay compensation."
The salt merchants were trembling, but someone still whispered:
"Let the Jiang family pay compensation, we have no money."
"We didn't kill anyone, and we didn't have any money."
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"Second Master, please invite all these salt merchants to have a cup of tea, and they will understand."