43 Murder and Arson
Huo Yan: I'm not that soft-hearted teacher who's afraid of hurting ants even when sweeping the floor.
During the Autumnal Equinox, Han Youth published an article describing Tian Fen's support for the Prince of Huainan's rebellion, which caused a huge uproar.
Liu Che ordered a thorough investigation and sent imperial censors to directly search Tian Fen's home and seize the gold, silver and other valuables sent by the King of Huainan.
Liu Che was furious.
The Prince of Huainan was taken to Chang'an, Tian Fen was dismissed from his post as prime minister and imprisoned, and was executed in the autumn. He became a cellmate with Dou Ying, who was also imprisoned in the capital.
Another month passed, and the truth about Guan Fu's affair was revealed. Although Tian Fen had exaggerated, what he said was true, and the Guan family members who were now in prison were not innocent.
Guan Fu's family assets in Yingchuan amounted to tens of millions, and his daily diners ranged from dozens to nearly a hundred. In order to build dikes and ponds in the countryside and irrigate the farmland, his clan and guests expanded their power, monopolized profits, and acted tyrannically in the Yingchuan area.
The good things Dou Ying said about Guan Fu were inconsistent with the investigation in many ways, and he was guilty of deceiving the emperor.
However, Liu Che, considering his friendship, only stripped him of his title and allowed him to return home.
After Dou Ying returned home, he was depressed all day long, thinking about his friendship with Guan Fu, and soon fell ill.
This political struggle that caused a huge stir had a similar outcome to that in history, except that it was Tian Fen who was beheaded and thrown into the streets.
"When the Ying River is clear, the Guan family is at peace; when the Ying River is muddy, the Guan family is exterminated."
Huo Yan repeated the evil deeds of the Guan family mentioned in the barrage, and finished fiddling with the model of the curved plow in his hand with a smile. However, before he could even stretch his body, Ji An, who looked unhappy, dragged him away like a cat.
Mr. Ji An was unhappy about the death of his good friend Guan Fu, and he couldn't stand seeing others happy, especially this kid Huo Yan, who looked like His Majesty no matter how he laughed, and his laugh was creepy.
Guan Fu was a knight-errant, with a fortune of tens of millions and hundreds of guests every day, and he was a tyrant in Yingchuan County.
[Son, should we stage a play to completely nail Tian Fen to the pillar of shame?]
[This time, Han Qingnian took the lead.]
[But we used pseudonyms.]
[Hey, the article was written by Furongzhan, what does it have to do with us Huo Xiaoyan?]
[The Queen Mother is still alive, so the dollhouse won't be targeted and raided!]
[No, she doesn’t dare to touch me now!]
[She made a move today, so she confirmed the rumor.]
[Ji An is unhappy again.]
Ji An's interactions with others were like Ah Yan's. If he liked you, everything was fine with you. If he didn't, he would ignore you. He and Guan Fu were good friends. Naturally, he felt aggrieved.
[He thought Guan Fu was a chivalrous man.]
[He wouldn't write a letter to clear Guan Fu's name, would he?]
[Mr. Zheng is also his good friend, so he should be able to advise him.]
[Stop! No more conspiracy talk! Yan'er, the plow blade used for turning the soil is usually made of iron and oval in shape. Why did you make it round?!]
[You're thinking about something else again, you're not listening carefully!]
We'll do it again tonight, darling.
[This is to be distributed to farmers all over the country, there must be no mistakes.]
[If we make a mistake or use it improperly, it will make life even more difficult for farmers all over the world!]
Huo Yan followed behind Ji An, silently glanced at the little plow, and then nodded silently.
He hasn't been paying much attention lately, so he'll redo it tonight.
…
The staple food at this time of year is mostly corn, and now is the time when corn is ripe.
As autumn deepens, vast fields of millet unfold like a golden scroll. The heavy ears of millet hang low, swaying gently in the breeze. The slender, resilient stalks rub against each other in the wind, creating a rustling sound.
Younger, stronger farmers tread cautiously into the fields, fearing to crush the millet stalks. Almost every one of them bends over, sickles in their right hands and the stalks in their left, neatly cutting off the ears. The sickles make a swish-swish sound as they weave through the stalks. The elderly and weak follow behind, neatly stacking the cut ears.
It would be more accurate to say that it was Zheng Dangshi who was comforting Ji An and wanted to talk to Huo Yan at the same time rather than Ji An dragging Zheng Dangshi and Huo Yan out.
Zheng tried to persuade Ji An at that time, but unfortunately the stubborn Ji An didn't want to listen. He kept pursing his lips and just walked forward without saying a word.
Zheng was walking along the ridges of the field with his hands in his pockets, and was so angry that he cursed Ji An from behind.
"You stubborn ox, come back here! Are you trying to piss me off to death?"
Ji An walked forward.
Stubborn.
Zheng could only sigh and chat with Huo Yan in a random manner.
Zheng was a chivalrous and sociable young man. After retiring, he served as Lieutenant General of Lu, Prefect of Jinan County, and Prime Minister of Jiangdu State, rising step by step to the position of Right Internal History among the Nine Ministers. He had truly seen the lives of the people, so he could explain the process of millet to Huo Yan clearly.
Huo Yan sniffed the aroma of ripe corn, nodded slightly, and told him his thoughts.
"The northern part of the Han Dynasty is short of water. We can build some small ponds and other water conservancy facilities in the fields to ensure irrigation water for the farmland. We can also use tools such as water wheels to raise water to the higher farmland."
He pointed to the field waterwheel he was in charge of renovating and motioned Zheng to look.
"I want to set up branches throughout the Han territory."
During this harvest season, the waterwheel was useless. The massive wooden structure sat atop the ditch beside the field. Spots of mud still clung to it from previous waterings, making it seem rather forlorn amidst the bustling activity.
However, the pride in Huo Yan's eyes gave this creation a bit of spirit.
"The water here is so turbulent that the water itself can drive the axle, so we use a drum cart. If we encounter flatter water, we can only turn the cart over, and then we need to rely on manpower to move it."
The waterwheel primarily consists of a large rotating wheel and numerous bamboo tubes. These tubes are mounted diagonally around the wheel, with an axle at its center mounted on a bracket for free rotation. As the wheel slowly turns, the blades gradually plunge into the water in the ditch, channeling water upward to irrigate the fields. This eliminates the laborious task of transporting water upward, allowing farmers to maintain a stable harvest even during periods of drought.
Zheng understood the little mechanism at that time. He couldn't help but stroke the spoke and pat the heavy thing.
"This thing shouldn't be built in just one place, Yan'er."
Huo Yan nodded and was about to say something when Ji An came back at some point. When he opened his mouth suddenly, Huo Yan was so frightened that he jumped back a step.
Ji An thought this waterwheel was good and was thinking of saying something to it, but when he saw this, he felt aggrieved and angry, his lips turned pale. He pursed his lips tightly, snorted coldly, and was about to go back.
Zheng grabbed him at that time.
"Where did you come from, you scoundrel? You scared the child, and you feel wronged!" He tilted his head and gave Huo Yan a teasing smile, "Yan'er, hurry up and comfort this little kid."
Huo Yancai was not one to lie. He took a quick look and felt that given Ji An's personality, he would have to write a letter. After all, Ji An was known for his arrogance and protectiveness.
This was contrary to what he hoped, he hoped that evil would be punished.
What Guan Shi did in Yingchuan was worthy of death.
He did not want any bad person who treated human lives as prey to escape the law because of Ji An's letter based solely on personal relationship.
So he bowed to Ji An and said directly, "Sir, you are unhappy because you are worried about the current uproar over Guan Fu. So, could you please ask Huo Yan a question?"
Ji An was born into a noble family and had always been arrogant. Now Huo Yan's words were somewhat offensive, but he liked Huo Yan. He was always close and friendly to those who shared the same temperament as him.
The child who said this was especially fond of him. He was wearing a linen shirt and a navy blue cape. His hair was tied up with only a tattered ribbon, and the wind blew the tip of his nose slightly red.
Ji An, born into aristocratic family, knew the ordinary lives of the nobility. It's no exaggeration to say they never tire of fine food or delicate delicacies. Though Huo Yan came from humble beginnings, the mere mention of the emperor's favor propelled the Wei family into the elite ranks. Those less favored members of the Wei family were constantly adorned with finery, not to mention the Huo twins, who constantly accompanied the emperor. Even though they wore simple attire when accompanying the emperor on daily outings, the brocade garments, gold and jade ornaments they wore were all bestowed upon them by His Majesty. This splendour was truly the product of the wealth and treasures accumulated by His Majesty and the Wei family.
When he first learned that it was a young boy who caused the Yellow River incident, he was very unhappy. After all, His Majesty had mobilized a large army and spent a lot of money just based on his letter.
He and Zheng were also familiar with Huo Yan at that time, so they were surprised when they met.
Compared with his brother, the child was dark, thin, and plain, with dirt still lingering between his fingernails. He was completely different from the young Master Huo that everyone usually saw.
But as soon as he raised his eyes, Ji An retracted his thoughts.
The child rolled up a long picture, bowed in front of him and Zheng Dangshi, and expressed his ideas on how to control the Yellow River in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
He seemed to open his eyes suddenly, as if he had taken off the makeup he always showed to others, revealing his jade-like inner self, facing everyone.
What a pure pair of eyes!
So Ji An stopped and decided to listen to him.
Later, the more they got along, the more he liked this kid. He even planned to talk to Doctor Wei after returning to Beijing and ask him to give this kid to him as his godparents.
After all, this kid has a good brain, a strong character, and even his temper is like his! Even his own son is not so similar to him, it must be fate!
So when Huo Yan said this, Ji An actually felt a little happy in his heart, and he even raised his chin childishly towards Zheng Dang.
Look, my son is worried about me and asking me questions!
Zheng had been friends with him for many years. When he pouted, Zheng knew who he was going to bite. He couldn't help but scold him in his heart for being shameless. He couldn't give birth to a boy of his age at his age. Unlike him, he planned to let Huo Yan recognize a godfather. He not only liked this, but also liked the older one Qubing.
Ji An was unaware of Huo Yan's dark thoughts. He was now smiling broadly in front of his eldest son. He took off his silk belt, sat down on the ground, waved for Huo Yan to come over, and tied his hair into a double bun again.
"Well, Guan Fu is my good friend. How can I bear to see him and his family members all killed? I want to report to His Majesty and ask for a pardon. Yan'er, don't be like your Lord Zheng, so sour and Confucian. It's obviously a good thing, but you have to make me think twice!"
"I'm not good at persuading people." Huo Yan shook his head. He pointed at the farmers in the fields and asked softly, "Sir, do you know how many grains of food they work hard for a whole year actually end up in their mouths?"
Ji An was stunned. He didn't know why Huo Yan asked this. He also cast his eyes on the farmers busy in the fields. "The tax rate is one in thirty. You forgot about it, and you still ask me."
Huo Yan smiled, but his eyes were sad.
"You've miscalculated. This is a fiefdom, and the tax rate is set by the feudal lord. And because there are powerful families here, they own most of the land. They might exaggerate the acres when measuring the land, or manipulate the grain production to make the farmers pay more rent. Your suggestion of selling grain is even more ridiculous. They're eager to drive up the price of grain to the sky, forcing more people to lose their land and work for them."
The bent backs of the farmers in the fields are no different from the millets blown down by the wind. Perhaps in the eyes of the superiors, they are just stalks of millet, waiting for the wind and rain to subside, and doing everything they can to satisfy the superiors' slight appetite.
As Huo Yan watched, the corners of his lips were still raised, but tears rolled down his eyes unconsciously.
"In the end, after so much exploitation, those who fall into their clutches are lucky enough to barely make a living. The land is their lifeblood. If there's a severe drought or a flood, even after paying taxes on their grain, they can't even fill their stomachs. They can only gnaw on weeds and tree bark. When they've eaten all that, and have nothing left to eat, they trade their children for food and become refugees. Sir, you recognized Guan Fu as your friend and couldn't bear to see his wife and children die. How could anyone not feel sorry for the wives and children of the people who died because of their tyranny? Sir, have you ever seen a strong man die by eating dirt? Have you ever seen parents weeping as they share their young child?"
He had seen it all. He had followed Chunyu Tiying around to practice medicine and had felt powerless too many times.
He hates it!
"You know nothing. You're in high places, and you're always talking about your righteousness. You say the Guan family deserves pity, but I just wonder why the Guan family doesn't die! Why don't all the Guan families in the world die sooner!"
Ji An's lips opened and closed. His sharp tongue suddenly became useless.
Huo Yan took his callous-free hand and placed it on some weeds growing around the millet field. "Do you know if this is corn or weeds?"
Ji An's face turned bad. He stood up, flicked his sleeves and left.
Zheng sighed at that time, told Huo Yan that he just couldn't accept it for the time being, and followed him away.
Huo Yan did not comment, but walked forward slowly, squatted on the ground, and casually pulled out the withered water plants that were entangled around the waterwheel.
"Are they angry?"
After a long time, he muttered to himself.
"It definitely has nothing to do with me. I'm still mad!"
[They were not traveling together.]
[Boy, your reaction time is too long.]
[They're not angry, they're just shocked!]
[It has nothing to do with us anyway, we are telling the truth!]
[Don’t dwell on this. What they do is their business, and what we do is our business.]
[We're addressing the symptoms and the root cause. We've found the root cause, but this is a serious matter. Let's address the symptoms first, baby.]
[We need to pay taxes, and they are high, so we need to increase grain production. With more grain, even if only 10% remains, it will be enough for the people to have enough food and clothing.]
[Hmm, how are we going to support the waterwheel of the whole Han Dynasty?]
[Put it in the newspaper, explain it, write a few articles that everyone can understand, and encourage the people to join in.]
We can help you write it.
[Yes, I said this last time: Han Qingnian reaches too few people.]
[We must produce literature that is popular, accessible, and rooted in the people.]
[Let’s start a newspaper!]
…
"What they said is correct. The newspaper is telling people to postpone support. The right thing to do is to first find money to support the water truck project."
Huo Yan squatted on the ground, feeling depressed. He took a branch and hit the grass heads. The stick left afterimages, and he cut off all the grass heads.
"My uncle has used up all my money on the Yellow River embankment, and now he has to fight the war. That's where the money for the toy house will go. Where will I get such a large sum of money for this extra project?"
An old woman was picking millet in the field. A little kid, who hadn't even walked properly, was following behind her, also picking millet. Suddenly, the kid ran out of the field, shouting, "God!"
Huo Yan stood up and looked around when he heard this, stepping on the broken grass. "Where is this immortal? Where is this liar?"
He looked around angrily, but was hugged by the child.
The child was as dark and thin as a little monkey covered in chocolate. He hugged Huo Yan's waist, tilted his head and smiled at him, "Little fairy boy, you're here again."
His clear voice made the farmers in the surrounding areas look up. Although they quickly returned to their work, they would smile at every face they saw Huo Yan, revealing a row of yellow teeth.
"It's really the little fairy we met last time."
The child hugged Huo Yan tightly. Although he was so thin that only a pair of frighteningly bright eyes remained, he was still smiling at Huo Yan.
"Little fairy boy, you are so kind! The waterwheel has been filled with a lot of water. The old men no longer have to carry water themselves. We use it every day."
Huo Yan's face flushed red at the kindness shown. He felt a little embarrassed and took out the candy Huo Qubing had bought for him last time. He fed one to the child and then stammered, "No, no. I'm glad I could help you. I'll be leaving now."
After saying that, he handed all the candies to the child, covered his face with his hands, which was red all the way to his neck, and ran away.
He always gets shy when faced with other people's kindness, and the comments don't know how to describe his good nature, and in the end it's just a cruel joke.
Huo Yan's face didn't feel hot until they reached another road.
He patted his little face and suddenly smiled with a sinister look in his eyes.
"I've figured out a solution. Let's go and talk to Aunt Chunyu about a partnership."
[Madam Chunyu? Yanzi, you're not planning on selling fake medicine, are you?]
[No way!]
[Oh my god, am I going to watch you committing crimes and spreading your wings like an eagle?]
[Bao, have some morals!]
[Conscience is precious!]
[You can sell explosives, but please don’t sell fake medicine!]
[This is unethical.]
…
Huo Yan rolled his eyes. "You're the one with bad morals. I'm accumulating virtue! I put some herbs that can clear the mind and brighten the eyes, and rolled them into pills. They're no better than that mercury cinnabar. If they take my pills for a long time, living to their seventies or eighties won't be a problem."
[Thinking about it this way, it's a bargain for them.]
[It's okay to sell longevity and reduce heat.]
[My Lord, my son Yan has done good deeds again.]
Why did we first think he was going to buy fake medicine?
[Because Yanzai is kind!]
[No, Ah Yan’s face turned black, hhh.]
[That pill costs ten thousand gold?]
[One hundred thousand, maybe? I can make a hundred pills, that's more than enough.]
[Don't you think about it? Can this thing be mass-produced? Can those nobles use something that's everywhere?]
[Ten at most! One hundred thousand gold each!]
[It’s just that Aunt Chunyu is about to be deceived again.]
[Ayan definitely said he wanted to buy some new herbs, then set up a small workshop on his own and be done with it.]
[Let’s do some publicity first, Yanbao.]
…
When Huo Yan had enough money some time ago, he rented a clinic in Dunqiu for Chunyu Tiying to practice medicine. Although Chunyu Tiying still traveled around as a doctor, she would come back every fifteenth day of the lunar month to provide free medical treatment.
She sympathized with the people's difficulties and only charged a small fee for the medicine, so her business has always been prosperous.
When Huo Yan went to prepare the herbs today, Chunyu Tiying was busy and didn't look closely, so she just let him go in and get them himself.
Shi Ye would stay inside to help out every fifteenth day of the lunar month. He was very excited when he saw Huo Yan. After listening to the names of the medicines Huo Yan called out, he grabbed a bunch and put them in pottery jars in large and small bags.
"Master, you are suffering from a fever. Do you want me to cook for you?"
Huo Yan shook his head, threw down the string of five-zhu coins, carried the three jars, said a few words to him, and returned to the mansion where Zheng was currently living.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard Ji An playing the piano and singing.
Huo Yan listened carefully to what was being sung and found it was the song "Wushan Gao" from the Yuefu poem.
"Wushan is high, and because it is high it is great.
The Huai River is deep and difficult to cross.
I want to return east, but won’t I harm Liang?
I have no high ground to pull me up, and the water is flowing back and forth!"
It was originally a feeling of homesickness, but now it becomes a feeling of difficulty.
Sad and mournful, sorrow is born out of the world.
Huo Yan just clicked his tongue and cursed her for being pretentious in his heart. He walked forward and sang "Something to Think About" aloud.
"I heard you have other intentions, so I'll destroy them all."
Go to hell! If you dare to write a letter to Liu Che to beg for mercy, we will fight you.
He sang with increasing enthusiasm, and a dirge turned into a marching song.
"Burn it and let the wind scatter its ashes! From now on, do not miss me anymore. My longing for you is over!"
Just as he was about to continue singing, he saw Ji An rushing towards him with a scroll in his arms, and Zheng Dang behind him couldn't hold him back.
"You bastard!"
There seemed to be tears in his eyes.
"You're breaking up with me!"
Huo Yan was soft-hearted and didn't take any hardship. He shut up immediately, put his hands behind his back, thought for a moment, and said dryly, "I didn't provoke you. Your crying has nothing to do with me!"
Ji An was silent for a moment, then slowly placed his hand on Huo Yan's shoulder. His strength was so light, like a piece of snow. In the past, Huo Yan would have jumped up, but he didn't move now. "Don't cry on me. These are all the clothes I have left."
Ji An's originally sad face changed unpredictably, from black to red, then red to black. Finally, he pinched Huo Yan's face and scolded, "Stinky boy, who's crying!"
Huo Yan breathed a sigh of relief and lifted the pottery jar on his back as if he was carrying a pack of dynamite.
"No, well, you didn't cry."
Ji An snorted, threw the letter in his hand to the ground, then turned and left.
Huo Yan was confused, "Sir, what is this for?"
Zheng Shijian smiled kindly from behind, stroked his hair, and whispered, "This is the memorial your Master Ji wrote to Guan. He's always been very arrogant, never bowing to His Majesty. Your words today have left him feeling guilty, but he just won't admit it. He was embarrassed and wanted to suppress it and have a nice talk with you, but you sang again, angering him, and he lost his composure for a moment."
Huo Yan looked up and just hummed slowly.
"I don't think I'm angry at you, sir. You're making your case, and so am I. Mr. Zheng, please forgive me for not being able to apologize for something that wasn't even mentioned."
The principles are here and there is no room for retreat.
Zheng stroked his beard, put his hand on his shoulder and laughed.
"My dear, don't blame him for your temper with him. Just go on your way and don't bother with him. He's the one who went too far on his own and needs to be coaxed."
Huo Yan bowed slightly and entered the house with the pottery jar.
Ji An looked at him in his room, suddenly laughed, and picked up his pen to write a letter to Wei Qing.
Doctor Wei, your little nephew has a pure heart and I love him very much. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to have a father-son relationship with his son?
Huo Yan was concocting a pill to deceive people, completely unaware that he was being targeted.
Wei Qing, who was sent by Liu Che to pick up Huo Yan, sneezed unconsciously, attracting the attention of Gongsun Ao next to him. He rubbed his nose and smiled gently.
"Ayan must be thinking of me too!"
He had no idea that his little nephew was so excited about doing something big.
In late autumn, rumors of an immortal being granted an elixir of immortality spread throughout the Han Dynasty. Some claimed to have witnessed elderly people taking the elixir and experiencing relief from back pain and leg soreness. This escalated into rumors that the pill could turn gray hair black, replace teeth, and restore a youthful complexion.
A single pill of the elixir can transform an ordinary person into a saint. Immortality, a lifespan equal to the sun and moon.
The powerful people of the entire Han Dynasty were almost crazy. One hundred thousand gold was nothing to them. The chance of immortality was rare.
They sent people to search almost all over the Han Dynasty before they found the residence of the immortal who bestowed the elixir. To their surprise, the immortal's residence was just a straw hut casually built in Dunyu. After asking the locals, they learned that after the immortal bestowed the elixir, he took the person who had taken the elixir away on a crane.
Fortunately, there were ten pills placed under the shed, and a thin piece of paper pressed against the edge of the table, with the words "Pick the pills yourself, 100,000 each." If you have the right fate, you will ascend to heaven in broad daylight.
The first group of people who arrived started fighting on the spot, trying to take the ten pills for themselves.
In the chaos, they no longer cared about strategy or rules. Blood splattered all over the ground as they madly swung their long swords at everyone around them.
The sounds of their fighting disturbed the surrounding jungle, sending birds flying in fright. Dust filled the air, mingling with the smell of sweat and blood. The shouts, curses, and clash of weapons mingled in a chaotic and frenzied melody.
The last person who stood up fell to the ground after touching the pill.
A young man wrapped in black and with a silver face walked slowly across the bloody ground, kicked aside the corpses blocking his way, and came to the only living person. He picked up the pill and raised his chin. The young man's voice was gloomy and cold, making people feel like a cold snake was crawling across their spine.
"You can't take my master's elixir without paying me!"
Tick-tock.
A drop of blood from the man's forehead fell to the ground.
He lay on the ground and weakly offered his master's seal.
"The money is outside, please give me the elixir."
The young man slowly raised his hand and placed the pill in his hand.
"Aren't you leaving yet? Do you want to stay and be the living dead with me?"
His masked face seemed to be smiling.
He was clearly smiling, but it just made people feel creepy.
Noticing the boy's cold glance at him, the man found strength from nowhere, got up, and walked out.
Huo Yan watched him crawl out and silently took a bite of the pill on the table.
"You didn't even help clean up the body? How rude!"
He kicked open the tattered box he had placed in the corner and took out the hay, leaves and rags he had prepared long ago. He covered the corpse with these flammable materials and poured tung oil on it, his movements quick and methodical.
"ignition."
Shi Ye, who was already on guard, heard his voice and rolled out from the bushes on the other side. He followed him and brought the torch close to the pile of hay soaked in oil. In an instant, the flames burst into flames. The flames quickly licked everything around them, and the corpse was instantly surrounded by flames. The hair and clothes were the first to catch fire, making a crackling sound.
The fire spread like a hungry beast, following the path of the oil and spreading outwards. Thick smoke billowed into the air. The flames illuminated Huo Yan's silver mask, but he stood there motionless, unsure of what to think.
Only when the body was gradually burned in the fire did he slowly turn around.
The fire behind him was still raging, but he did not even turn back, leaving behind only the blazing sea of fire and the corpses that were gradually being devoured.
"Did you get the money?"
Shi Ye nodded.
Huo Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly sat down on the ground, took off his mask, revealing his childish and beautiful face, with the small red mole under his lip faintly visible.
"Do you know what the difference is between what I'm doing now and killing people for money?"
Shi Ye was silent for a long time before he said, "Master, don't feel too guilty. We didn't kill them. Master, you originally wanted to kill them one by one, but they suddenly started fighting."
Huo Yan supported his palms on the ground and slowly sat cross-legged on the ground. He moved his fingers, and his tone did not reveal his joy or anger.
"Guilt? I've planned everything until today, and I've taken the money. I have no regrets about this move, so why should I feel guilty?"
I'm not that soft-hearted teacher who is afraid of hurting ants when sweeping the floor.
I have always been cold-hearted.
Shi Ye thought he was in a good mood, so he said, "The master is fine!"
Huo Yan raised his eyelids to look at him and said, "There will be many more such things in the future. You are really unlucky to have the little stone page fall into my hands."
In the future, he will kill more people, and no one can affect his plan.
Huo Yan raised some money and started a newspaper in Dongyu, vigorously promoting and introducing water wheels and the current situation of Dongyu people using water wheels, hoping that the people would recognize the benefits of the water wheel project in their hearts.
Then he sent a letter to Liu Che, hoping that agricultural facilities would be added throughout the territory.
He stayed in the house for three or four days and only breathed a sigh of relief after he had sorted out the accounts.
He had enough money, and now he was just waiting for his uncle's reply.
He pushed open the door while thinking about his next plan.
Then he saw his uncle.
Wei Qing, dressed in dark brocade, stood beneath the tree. When he saw him open the door, he extended his arms to him, "Ayan, do you want to go back to Chang'an with your uncle? Qubing misses you so much."
He speaks softly and slowly, and is as gentle as jade.
Huo Yan couldn't help but throw himself into his arms.
"I'm going home with my uncle. I miss my brother too."
【Author’s words】
Ah Yan had a big plan in mind, a pretty big one, and he wanted to do it. I couldn't stop him.
But he soon realized what a real scumbag looked like.
After all, immortality is the key!
hey-hey.
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