Chapter 2069: Smart People

"Uncle Ben..."

Fang Xing stood up and said, "Fear cannot be an obstacle for you to look forward to a new life. It is digging a hole for yourself."

Que Tan stood up in panic and said: "Uncle, my little girl... I feel like a duckweed on the lake, not knowing where to go..."

"Then go find a job. The city of Beiping is... quite stable now. You can do whatever you want and slowly settle down. As for the future, it's up to you... Buddha doesn't even save people who have no destiny!"

Fang Xing turned around and left. When he got home, he took the initiative to tell the story about Que Tan without waiting to be asked.

"That's a poor guy too, he's infatuated!"

Zhang Shuhui held Wuyou in her arms, then glanced at Xiaobai who was beside Fang Xing, and said, "Husband, is Yang Yan really dying?"

…

Yang Yan is really on his last legs. Among the felons brought back from Jinan in the Penal Department Prison, he has the best 'treatment'.

In the single room, Yang Yan sat blankly on the tattered straw mat, listening to someone shouting next to him.

"...I want to see your Majesty, please, please, please see your Majesty..."

This is the voice of Jiang Xuze. He has become so manic since he was sentenced to exile in Sumatra by the emperor.

Zheng He is back, and the next time a small fleet goes to sea, it will be time for them to go overseas.

As for the location, some jailers, whether intentionally or unintentionally, often talked about the barbaric state of those places in Sumatra, and the big island that the King of Han wanted was even more hellish...

How terrible!

For this reason, some people seek life and death and bang their heads against the fence. Unfortunately, they only add a few bags and pain to themselves, and it is of no use.

As for the hunger strike...

Yang Yan had tried everything, but he had been hungry for two days and felt as if his stomach was on fire. However, the jailers were just curious to check whether he had starved to death every day.

He actually doesn’t care!

So the hunger strike also failed!

"...Your Majesty, I was harmed by Qian Hui! Chang Yu was assassinated.

Chen...it must have been Qian Hui who did it, it must have been..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Jiang Xuze suddenly laughed, wildly and wantonly.

Yang Yan glanced at the corridor outside, listened carefully, and then quickly retreated.

"Your Majesty, I am loyal and loyal, Your Majesty! Those traitors and thieves, that family... ah!"

After the rapid footsteps, the sound of wooden sticks being whipped, and the sound of Jiang Xuze's screams spread everywhere in this relatively closed space, making it impossible to hide.

"Shut your stinky mouth! Next time you hear this, I'll break your legs!"

When the jailer got tired from the beating, he took a breathless break and cursed.

Then came the whimpering.

"Your Majesty... I am guilty... I am willing to make meritorious service..."

The thin voice came out slowly, and it was a little weird, making people's hair stand on end.

"Sooner or later he will be a madman!"

The jailer's curses could still be heard, and a man slowly walked over.

"Huang Zhong, this is the document from Uncle Xinghe's house."

The visitor leaned over slightly and looked at the frightened Yang Yan who was shrinking inward and said, "I came here because I want to ask something..."

"I do not know I do not know……"

Jiang Xuze held his head with both hands and shouted sharply: "Don't kill me! I don't know anything, don't kill me..."

The jailer who was far behind heard the sound and came over and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Huang, do you want me to take care of him?"

Huang Zhong shook his head, and the jailer stepped back with a smile.

He didn't dare to be here, otherwise he would hear something he shouldn't hear, and he was afraid that he would become cannon fodder in the struggle between the two sides.

"Don't kill me, I don't know anything..."

Huang Zhong frowned and looked at the hysterical Yang Yan inside, and said, "If you are crazy, you will definitely get stabbed, so... have you thought clearly?"

"Don't……"

Yang Yan stopped shouting, and Huang Zhong whispered: "Have you recalled everything your family said to you?"

Yang Yan glanced at him timidly and said, "I thought about it..."

There is a small table and chairs in the cell, as well as the four treasures of the study.

Huang Zhong took a look, his face turned cold, he stood up straight and asked, "You... didn't write it?"

Yang Yanqiang smiled and said: "Mr. Huang, I... I'm a bit cunning..."

"Are you waiting for a price?"

Huang Zhong's eyes became colder and he said sarcastically: "You think too much."

Yang Yan lowered his head and suddenly laughed.

He raised his eyes as hard as he could, looked at Huang Zhong, and said: "Mr. Huang, Uncle Xinghe is ruthless. If there is no guarantee, I will not dare... otherwise silence will naturally follow."

"you have not!"

Huang Zhong said regretfully: "It's really hard to catch that family. It's a pity."

He turned around, nodded to the jailer, and left.

The footsteps were very steady, so steady that Yang Yan, who was expecting a miracle, became more and more panicked.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Yang Yan slowly walked to the fence with his waist bent, and suddenly looked around.

Just as Huang Zhong was turning, he caught a glimpse of Yang Yan's movements from the corner of his eye. He shook his head slightly, and then stopped stopping.

Yang Yan's cheeks were trembling, his lips were open and trembling: "Say, I want to say..."

The thin voice was almost only heard by him.

He suddenly grabbed the fence, shook it hard, and shouted: "Mr. Huang, if you want to speak, do it right away..."

The shouts echoed in the prison, but there was no response.

Yang Yan shouted desperately to the other side: "Mr. Huang, I was wrong. I am willing to say anything. I will say anything..."

"Ho ho ho!"

There was a gloating laugh from Jiang Xuze, and he heard him say after a while: "You alone deserve to know about that family? I don't even know, so who do you think you are?"

When the footsteps came, Yang Yan quickly became reserved and even tidied his hair.

The footsteps were rapid, but the first thing that caught Yang Yan's eyes was a wooden stick...

"ah……"

…

"Uncle, Yang Yan seems to be just a dog."

There are two basins of ice in the study room. After closing the door, the temperature is pleasant.

Fang Xing took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Is it done in a big way?"

Huang Zhong nodded and said, "Yes, I told him my name when I went in, and let him yell loudly when talking to Yang Yan."

"very good."

After Huang Zhong left, Fang Xing took a nap in the study.

"Sir, someone asked to see him, saying he was...an old man from Jinan."

"Let him in."

Fang Xing sat on the recliner, lying at 45 degrees, and then squinted his eyes to relax.

After a short while, Xiao Dao brought a middle-aged man in.

"As soon as we leave Jinan, Xing Hebo has already made great achievements in conquests. I admire you."

The person who came was the second uncle of the man in brocade clothes. He bowed his hands and smiled gently.

Fang Xing frowned and said, "You came to see me, what do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man cupped his hands and said: "Uncle Xinghe, who is good at teaching, has learned that my family has now concentrated on learning and ignores external affairs. "

"It's difficult..."

Fang Xing felt that the family must be afraid, afraid that they would be slapped down by Zhu Zhanji and then not be able to stand up again for a hundred years.

The middle-aged man thought this was ironic, so he said: "Xinghe Bo returned victorious. I should be happy, but I know that at this moment, people in the north and south of the Ming Dynasty are... disappointed, no, desperate..."

Fang Xing was still lying down, and he said calmly: "When a country makes a decision, it is impossible for everyone to be happy. As long as most people are happy, it is enough. As for what those desperate people think and do, that's fine."

The middle-aged man laughed and said: "Now that there are no foreign enemies, it is the time for Xinghebo to show off his talents. I have been ordered to come to congratulate you."

"You... came to see Uncle Ben just to say these sour words?"

The middle-aged man said awkwardly: "My family asked me to come and congratulate you."

Fang Xing nodded and said: "Uncle Ben knows, go ahead."