Finally, the owners of the three small workshops looked at Henglian as if asking for help.
Henglian opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word!
Taking the silver happened half an hour ago!
Even if he is an ordinary person, he can't just speak nonsense now!
Heng Lian opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His hands and feet were cold, and he felt that all his plans were ruined by just a few ingots of silver!
While Henglian was stunned, Aunt Zhong quickly opened the wooden box.
Counting the votes on site!
"Heng Ji;"
"Chen Ji;"
"Chen Ji;"
....
The last vote: "Chen Ji".
Chenji received ten votes, Hengji received six votes, and "He Lin Dawei" won.
Xianjin stood with his hands hanging naturally and his legs slightly apart. He was not surprised by this result. He smiled and bowed to Henglian, "Thank you."
Under the watchful eyes of the public, something that has been promised cannot be changed without reason.
This is still the case in later generations, and it was even more so in ancient times when people attached great importance to credibility.
Now that the selection of tribute paper had been finalized, Xianjin ordered someone to seal the volume of "He Lin Da Wei" and took out the "Tribute Paper Document" again. He then invited a scholar with excellent handwriting from the back hall to start writing. After the scholar finished writing, Xianjin escorted him to the residence of the Xuancheng prefect.
Xianjin walked briskly past Henglian, paused slightly, half turned his eyes to look closer and whispered, "I forgot to thank Uncle Heng. If you hadn't pressed the Chen family so hard, I wouldn't have been released so soon."
Xianjin didn't even look at Henglian's expression. He got on the mule cart, leaned against the inner wall of the carriage, and looked through the documents.
After reading it several times, Xianjin took out a soft pen from his pocket and added a sentence at the end in a flamboyant manner.
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