Chapter 170 Take action
Mr. Zhao immediately waved her hand after saying this: "I'm just talking nonsense. After all, it's our Zhao family's bloodline. Naturally, we can't..."
Xie Chongjun recorded Xie Qi as his legitimate mother. In the name of the Zhao family, it is reasonable to say that he is the legitimate son of the Xie family, but isn't it up to the Xie family to say this?
So he can turn back into a bastard immediately.
A bastard made a mistake and was expelled from the family. It did little harm to the family's reputation.
Mr. Xie had been silent until he heard this and raised his head.
“That’s true,” Mr. Xie said. “How many troubles has that evildoer caused over the years? We just used this incident to solve him.”
Xie Chonghai looked solemn, his eyes There was a bit of unbearability in his words: "After all, it is the blood of our Xie family."
"So what?" Old Master Xie said, "Is it possible that the entire Xie family will be defeated in his hands?"
Xie Chonghai still said nothing.
Mrs. Zhao was also anxious.
Mr. Xie reprimanded Xie Chonghai: "You are just not cruel enough."
Xie Chonghai said: "Let's take a look before we talk..."
Before he finished speaking, he was Mrs. Zhao interrupted: "How is the investigation at the porcelain kiln? Is it related to Brother Shao?"
Mentioning this, Xie Chonghai sighed: "I just checked last year's accounts and found many problems. , If those people are working for Brother Shao, Brother Shao will have at least several thousand dollars in his hands."
"How much?" Mr. Xie's eyes widened.
"I'm just speculating," Xie Chonghai said, "I'll know after careful investigation."
Zhao's heart was cold. She didn't even have that much money in her hands, but Xie Chongjun She gave it to the concubine. Xie Chongjun was pretending to be worried because she lost six thousand guan a while ago. She even thought about taking out the dowry...
In fact, where is the use?
Xie Chongjun just couldn't bear to take the money from Xie Qi.
Now Zhao even suspects that Xie Chongjun was not defrauded of the money by Xie Yuyan, but that he took this opportunity to give it to his concubine.
Zhao's eyes had dark circles. She couldn't sleep with her eyes open last night. She felt extremely uncomfortable just thinking about how Xie Chongjun had lied to her all these years.
A heart seems to burst.
In the end she was deceived.
She had had enough of this, so she just mentioned that she would use this matter to get rid of Xie Qi together.
Mr. Xie said: "I will kick out all those who are cheating in the porcelain kiln."
Xie Chonghai's eyes flashed: "Those are all old stewards and craftsmen."
"No matter who he is. ," Old Master Xie said, "You should find out all the people and arrange replacements in advance. Now that you have taken action, you will clean them all at once."
As for how to make Xie Qi bear the responsibility.
"When the kiln is opened next time, let that evil obstacle pass, and it is best to let him have trouble with the Yang family," Mr. Xie looked at Xie Chonghai, "You can arrange what to do next."
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Xie Chonghai was still hesitant, but after Mr. Xie's repeated requests, he had to nod.
After settling these, both Mr. Xie and Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.
When Mrs. Zhao came out of Mr. Xie’s house, she was stopped by Xie Chonghai.
"Sister-in-law," Xie Chonghai said, "I think so... Brother Shao can just teach him a lesson. After all, it is my eldest brother's flesh and blood. I still can't bear it..."
Zhao's face was ugly, but she couldn't argue with Xie Chonghai directly: "I will listen to my second brother's arrangement."
Xie Chonghai felt relieved, bowed to Zhao, and then left.
Ms. Zhao's whole body felt like she had been doused with ice water. When she walked back into the house, she felt that her whole body was frozen. She trembled her lips, and after a long while she picked up the kettle on the table and threw it on the table. on the ground.
"Who does he think is a good person?" Ms. Zhao screamed angrily, "After all, they are a family."
Xie Chongjun is in prison, and Xie Chonghai is still thinking about him. I found that my beloved bastard was gone.
Zhao felt that she was once again isolated and helpless.
Just like when Xie Qisheng's mother, Miao, was still alive.
It seems that she has to rely on herself in this matter. Mrs. Zhao looked at her mother in charge. This was the companion she brought back from her parents' home. She was very loyal to her. Mrs. Wu had also helped arrange Miao's affairs.
Mama Wu recognized her lady's eyes, and she nodded: "Just like how I dealt with Madam Miao last time, I'm going to find someone."
Zhao Shishen Taking a breath: "Give him more money, and as long as he helps me one more time, I will deregister his family."
Mother Wu responded: "I will make arrangements right now."
Looking at Mother Wu's leaving figure, Mrs. Zhao thought of Miao's sick appearance back then. She had done everything perfectly, even if the government office came No one found any clues.
It will definitely work this time.
Even if she had a kind heart, she sent mother and son to reunite.
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These days, Zuo Shangying, Liu Erlang and a group of scholars always gather in the teahouse to talk about tabloids.
The tabloid was printed three times, and more people spent money to buy it each time.
There was an endless stream of people going to Liu Zhi's shop to deliver articles. Zuo Shangying and others had to watch them every day before they could finish reviewing them.
Now they get together to decide which article will make it into the tabloids.
Ms. Xie left the matter completely to Tong Zixu, who gathered a group of people and said that the layers of screening were similar. You can imagine the joy in the hearts of those who can compile the article into the tabloid.
There is a Yan Xiucai who has repeatedly failed, and he has realized some tricks in advance. His articles have been selected twice. And it gets talked about a lot.
"The story of Mrs. Xie smashing the clay stove is the most widely circulated."
They also arranged for people to ask people who read the newspapers which tabloid article they liked best.
Last time the tabloids talked about the most, nothing more than the fight between the Yang family porcelain kiln and the Xie family porcelain kiln.
"The Xie family opened the kiln for the second time today. What is the result? Can we continue to report it?"
Zuo Shangying nodded: "In my opinion, it is right to let people check it. If you want to sell it, sell it well, otherwise I would rather smash it. It is a good thing for news like this... to spread."
Everyone agreed.
Zuo Shangying said: "That's it. When we get the results over there, we will write it and compile it into the next tabloid."
It stands to reason that the tabloid will be printed tomorrow. Time is very tight.
This is also the last tabloid before Zhengdan.
While everyone was talking, they heard the sound of "kick", "kick" and "kick" running upstairs.
Yan Xiucai's face was covered with sweat and he was out of breath. When he saw everyone, he said: "Something happened. The guys from Yang's porcelain kiln beat someone in Xie's pottery kiln."
Zuo Shangying was startled: "You...did you hear someone talk about it, or did you see it with your own eyes?"
Yan Xiucai said: "The pottery kiln is not allowed to enter, I only guard outside. But when I heard There was a lot of noise inside, and then someone yelled, which was heard by a group of patrolmen."
"I saw the Yang family's guys being tied up and taken to the county government office by the patrolmen. .”
Everyone exclaimed when they heard this.
Zuo Shangying said: "Go to the county government office and find out what is going on."
Two people offered to go.
The remaining people still gathered together to talk.
"If," Yan Xiucai said, "this is true, then do our tabloids still need to write about it? Madam Xie... is the owner of the tabloid after all."
Everyone fell into silence immediately.
......
In the elegant room on the other side of the teahouse, someone put the tabloid in his hand on the table.
"Let me just say that this tabloid is a profit-making thing for businessmen. Once it involves the interests of the boss, I would rather not write it."
About forty years old, dressed as a scholar The man said: "This... is not a good thing."