Chapter 111: Shared Enemies
The second room is really willing to go all out.
Liang Jiang understood that he had successfully taken over the property of the Duke of Guo, and that his plan to regain control of the Duke of Guo's Palace was foiled.
I am checking the old account books again, and it is very likely that my second uncle will be in vain and return to the situation of poverty and nothing.
As a result, the second wife became completely angry and had no choice but to sacrifice herself, just to destroy herself.
In this way, at the very least, Mr. Liang can still keep the money he was greedy for.
If he resorts to some tricks, he will be destitute and the property of the Duke of Guo can be returned to the hands of his second wife.
No wonder Mrs. Fang came to the house today to cause trouble. Liang Wenshi and Liang Su have been adding fuel to the fire. They must have been prepared and colluded in advance.
He really didn't even give himself the time to breathe.
Liang Jiang looked at Liang Su and Mrs. Fang coldly: "You keep saying that this is ill-gotten wealth for me, do you have any evidence? Otherwise, it is frame-up. Fang Chengxu got three blows from me for this. You should Remember?"
"These are all lice on the bald man's head, it's obvious!"
Old Mrs. Fang jumped up from the ground: "When the Lord of Fucheng bought a house and land in Fucheng, you were still a yellow-haired girl with lingering fetal hair and stinky breasts. Where did you get the money? You can tell me one, two, three." "
Liang Jiang said disdainfully: "When I was six or seven years old, I studied business with my third uncle. When I was ten years old, as a test, I took over Renhetang, which was given to me by my third uncle.
With the help of my fellow apprentice, I spent six or seven years carrying it forward and spreading it all over Chang'an. In the eyes of my third uncle, it was just a child's play and not worth it. Mention, it’s worth your fuss. "
"You said Renhetang is yours now?"
Liang Jiang nodded: "Yes, I am the current head of Renhetang."
The people watching looked at each other in shock.
A little girl, no more than ten years old, was able to turn a little-known little drugstore into a big one and spread it all over Chang'an in just a few years!
No wonder she has the financial strength to purchase so many fields and shops in Fucheng. These are all businesses that can continue to make profits and expand.
Someone then dropped a second shocking truth.
"Third uncle, the third disciple of the civil and military saint of Yuhua Mountain, isn't he Lord Guan Shan?"
"Are you talking about our leading imperial merchant Guan Shanye in Chang'an?"
"Who else could be there besides him? He has a lot of money and is as rich as the country. Once when the good prince went on an expedition and there was not enough food and grass, Master Guan Shan directly allocated two months of food and grass for 80,000 soldiers with a wave of his hand!"
"There are many capable people in Yuhua Mountain. Lord Guan Shan is a genius in business. Princess Heya will do business with him. Will it not go smoothly and call the wind and rain?"
"So, what the princess said is true."
"My brother works in the fur workshop of the Duke's mansion. I heard from him that the princess does have a good way of doing business. She is shrewd and capable, with strong skills. She is an expert."
Mrs. Fang did not expect that public opinion would reverse so quickly.
Her gut was spinning with regret.
Living under someone else's roof these days, she understands better than anyone the hardships of a heroic man being stumped by a penny.
Therefore, her desire for money has never been higher.
Liangjiang, a god of wealth, even stepped into the house, but he was blinded by his own lard and drove him out.
It's all his fault that Tong Zhaoer seduced his own son, coaxed him with sweet words, picked up the sesame seeds and lost the watermelon, and offended the galangal.
Otherwise, I would still be the Mrs. Fang who can boss around in the Fang family and be pampered.
Why are you now under the control of others, forced to suffer a lot, and shamelessly come to the Duke's Mansion to seek death and survival?
Liang Jiang glanced at the dumbfounded old lady Fang, and her eyes became more fierce.
"Your Fang family owes me more than 7,000 taels of silver from Liangjiang. I earned it with all my hard work, but you deceived me into helping Fang Chengxu raise his illegitimate child, and your Fang family sucked his blood! Take it. Marry a foreign wife and attach herself to the general's palace.
So if you don’t compete for money or words, I won’t give in even an inch. If anyone can help the Duke's government recover the owed money, the Duke's government will take 10% of it as a reward.
The remainder will be donated to the military camp to support the families of soldiers killed in the war. The Duke's government left no money.
As all my fellow villagers testify, I keep my word! "As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.
There must be a brave man under the heavy reward. Who wouldn't want to get these more than 700 taels of silver for nothing?
Get rich overnight and have enough food and clothing for the rest of your life.
Liang Jiang's move undoubtedly transferred his debts to all the people in Beijing.
Everyone immediately shared the same hatred, put themselves in the position of the creditor, and was eager to give it a try.
There is no doubt that everyone agrees that there is no one left to pity Old Mrs. Fang.
"It is natural to pay back debts. The princess has given your Fang family two months of accommodation. How can you be so confident if you refuse to pay back your debts?"
"That's right, this trend has been ruined by your Fang family. If everyone follows suit, who will dare to lend money to others in the future? If you feed the dog with your sincerity, what's the point of justice?"
"Pay back the money! Your newly married woman clearly has money, why don't you pay her back?"
"The Fang family can owe you the money from the Duke's Palace, but if you don't pay the money to support the families of the fallen soldiers, you will be crazy."
"If they don't pay back, we'll all take the ropes and hang ourselves in front of Tong's house! A tooth for a tooth!"
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The crowd was furious and filled with righteous indignation.
Even Liangsu, who had been speaking for Mrs. Fang, was criticized verbally and verbally by everyone.
"Just now, the second lady of the Duke's Mansion turned her elbows outward and jumped up and down to accuse the princess. She seems to have a good relationship with the Fang family. You are so kind-hearted, are you willing to provide money to help the Fang family tide over this difficulty?"
When Liang Su and Liang Wen saw that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, how could they still have the nerve to stay here?
"This matter has nothing to do with us. We just can't stand it and want to be fair."
The two of them returned home in despair.
Old Mrs. Fang also wanted to escape. She took two steps down, then remembered the hemp rope, turned around, pulled it down, squeezed through the crowd, and fled.
She still has use for this rope!
All this is thanks to Tong Zhaoer. If she didn't care about the money, she would hang herself in front of her door.
The crowd dispersed in a hurry and chased after Old Mrs. Fang relentlessly, shouting "pay back the money", and chased all the way to Tong's house. This battle shocked almost half of the capital.
The playful and smiling Guan Qi was squeezed out by the crowd and smiled brightly at Liang Jiang.
There were so many people there, Liang Jiang really didn't notice him.
Guan Qi did not step forward to speak, but pointed towards the Zuixiang Tower opposite the Duke's Mansion.
Liang Jiang raised his face, the curtains facing the street on the second floor were drooped, and the breeze was not dry. He raised the window screen, and unexpectedly, he met a cold and deep gaze.
Gu Xizhi was sitting by the window on the second floor, holding a white porcelain tea cup in his hand, and raised his hand slightly to signal to Liang Jiang.
The sunshine splashed wantonly, jumping on the tips of his hair, fingertips, and Fengshen's handsome profile.
Probably because the sun was scorching his eyes, he squinted his eyes slightly and raised the ends of his eyes, adding a sense of laziness and leisure to his nobility.
Liang Jiang was slightly startled.
It turned out that he was still in Beijing.
I thought that after the draft, he would immediately return to the Weixi fiefdom. Unexpectedly, I had the leisure to stay here for tea.
So didn't he see all the farce at the gate of the Duke's Mansion just now?
Is there something wrong if you deliberately let the spectators come?
(End of chapter)