Chapter 1616: Tiger Girl 100
In the morning of the next day, the ministers impeached General Zhao one after another, and few ministers spoke for General Zhao.
The official became angry and vomited blood on the spot. Before he fainted, he had Zhao Yi and his son transferred to Dali Temple for custody.
The people in the General's Mansion were suddenly panicked and discussed privately. If there weren't officers and soldiers guarding the door, and they had to explain their reasons when entering or leaving, someone might actually have packed up their baggage and fled out privately.
When Mrs. Zhao heard about it, she was so angry that she wanted to kill the two women who were talking nonsense with a stick, but Xi Ning stopped her.
Xining was drinking ginseng tea. If the Zhenguo General's Mansion fell down, the house would be ransacked, so he would use whatever was delicious and useful.
She smiled and said: "Mom, I just told everyone in the house not to run away. If you run away, you are a fugitive slave. Even if the general's house is gone, the fugitive slaves will inevitably be beaten and sold after being caught. We have never treated anyone badly. Servant, you must have some money on hand. If you want to leave, just come and redeem yourself. The price will be the same as when you bought it, without any extra money.”
Many servants had no choice but to sell themselves during times of famine and war. Even if there were Yapo and Renya among them, the price was still very cheap, ranging from five taels of silver to twenty taels at most. In the Zhenguo General's Mansion, even the lowest servant girl who sweeps the floor and pours night scents has half a pound of money a month. If she saves it for several years, it is more than enough to redeem herself.
Mrs. Zhao thought about it, thinking about who would do the work if all the people redeemed themselves and ran away. But it is true that the Zhenguo General's Mansion collapsed, and those servants confiscated it as private property and sold it again. Instead of feeling uneasy and thinking about escaping, let's just let people leave in an open and honest manner.
If the heart is gone, what's the use of keeping these people.
So she agreed and asked Nanny Li to find Butler Ding. Anyone who wanted to redeem her body could just give her money and get a deed of sale. She could leave the house immediately and go to the government to have her slave status revoked. From then on, she had nothing to do with the Zhenguo General's Office.
Aunt Li bowed slightly and was about to leave. Xi Ning quickly ordered: "If the people in the kitchen want to leave, prepare today's lunch meal first, and also need to prepare another meal for three people to send to Dali Temple. It's ready. If it doesn’t taste good, it will be sold.”
Grandma Li nodded, turned and left.
The three cooks, two cooks, and five workers in the kitchen all planned to leave. There were so many restaurants and bars outside that they would not starve to death after they left. So after preparing a delicious and delicious meal, he paid the money and left.
After loading the food, Xining said to Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Shizi: "Bring more money, all of which require fifty taels of silver notes. You will inevitably have to spend some money on things after you go in. If there are more people in charge, it will cost five taels." Give him one hundred and one thousand in the same way.”
Mrs. Shizi was surprised: "You want that much?"
Xining smiled freely: "It depends on whether your heart is dark or not. Sometimes a white steamed bun can be sold for five hundred taels. As long as you are a good person, there will be many opportunities to make money in the future."
"Dare to accept it, which proves that the master can still be saved." Although Mrs. Zhao felt distressed, she still knew that she had to spend what should be spent.
Madam Prince's face became paler.
Zhao Heming shouted: "After spending money, my grandfather, father and third uncle can eat well and sleep well. If the house is ransacked, no matter how much money we have, it will not be ours."
It's straightforward enough. If everyone hadn't been there, the Crown Prince's wife would have been so angry that she would have wanted to slap her.
When leaving the house, Butler Ding and his people checked the bags one by one at the door. Except for his own change of clothes and the reward money, no other things in the house were allowed to be taken away. On the side was the second housekeeper sitting, who took the money and offered him a deed.
There were more people queuing up at Butler Ding's place, seven or eight of them, each with their bundles in their arms and craning their necks to wait, hoping to get in line early and leave the house after checking up.
When they saw Mrs. Zhao, Mrs. Shizi and others coming over, they all saluted and said hello according to their usual habits. Some people blushed with embarrassment and lowered their heads after saluting, not daring to look.
Mrs. Zhao sighed slightly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. When a tree falls, the monkeys will scatter. It is human nature to die together with the General's Mansion." After saying that, she led the people and walked out of the door.
Three carriages were prepared, and Xining supported Mrs. Zhao. After getting on the first carriage, Mrs. Zhao asked softly: "Are you really not going to visit the prison with your mother?"
Xining responded: "It's useless to go. After spending the money, only one or two people can get in, and they all have to wait outside. My daughter should go do other things." Mrs. Zhao nodded, sat back and said, Grandma lowered the car door curtain.
The second car was occupied by the Crown Prince's wife. Xining walked to the third car and Zhao Heming was already sitting in it.
The first two cars headed towards Dali Temple, while the third car headed towards the outskirts of the city.
Zhao Heming asked worriedly: "Sister-in-law, will something happen to my grandfather this time?"
In the previous plot, the third prince secretly seized the throne, accused the general of Zhenguo of collaborating with the enemy, and then destroyed the family.
This time, General Zhao went to the palace to plead guilty. No matter how severe the sentence was, the most he could do was lose his title.
But this time the thunder was so loud that it was clear whether it was a human or a demon. Needless to say, the servants in the house, the second bedroom, are eager to go to the palace to report, but so far no one has come to apologize, ask about the situation, and think of a solution together.
Xining raised the corner of his mouth and asked: "What is the difference between Jingzhao Mansion, Xingbu, and Dali Temple?"
The Jingzhao Prefecture and the Ministry of Punishment have the power to try cases, but Dali Temple "controls the whole world and does not hear hearings." This means that Dali Temple has become a punitive organ that only decides cases in accordance with the law, which is equivalent to only judging cases but not trying prisoners. . Some punishments will inevitably be used to interrogate prisoners. If they are imprisoned in Dali Temple, no one can privately punish Zhao Yi and his son without official permission and approval from the Ministry of Punishment.
Zhao Heming suddenly realized: "I understand! Officials..."
"Shh~" Xining tapped her lips with her finger: "Use your brain more and use your mouth less."
Zhao Heming quickly shut his mouth and nodded sharply.
The car stopped at a nunnery. Men were not allowed to enter or exit the nunnery. Zhao Heming was waiting in the car.
"I'll be back soon." Xining asked Dongmei and Qiuye to follow her in.
When he saw Zhao Yingxue again, Xining almost didn't recognize her. His pale face, messy hair, and even his clothes were changed into the plain clothes of a layman in the nunnery.
The whole Zen room is not big, and there are few things. The bed is covered with a cotton quilt. Those who worship Buddha can only use cotton and linen, not silk brocade.
On the desk beside him were pens, ink, paper and inkstones, as well as a Buddhist scripture. The inkstone is dry, the Buddhist scriptures are jointly written, and there is not a single word written on the paper under the porcelain paperweight.
The whole room was dark and lifeless. When the door opened, the sun shone into the room, stinging Zhao Yingxue's eyes, so she blocked it with her hand.
When she saw clearly who was coming, Zhao Yingxue wiped her bun with her hands, but the messy hair was not smooth. She said with a hint of sarcasm: "Did Third Sister come here to see how I am unlucky?"
He didn't expect to have any water to drink. Looking at Zhao Yingxue's messy hair and the uncopied Buddhist scriptures, you could tell that there was no water in the teapot.
Xining sat down and said, "Are you unlucky? Second sister, I don't know how many people long to live a life as unlucky as the second sister. No need for wind and rain, three meals of food and clothing, and a bed and quilt at night."
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Ancient proverbs are more difficult to write. If you are not careful and don’t grasp the rhythm, you will end up writing a long story. If you don’t like it, skip it, but it’s almost over, and the next part will be improved.
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