Red Mansion Daiyu, the Rise of the Lin Family

Chapter 112 Send Lin Ruhai to Beijing! Let those masters worry about it!

"Puff! Puff! Puff!" The four guards who fell to the ground were motionless.

"He is indeed dead!"

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Come here, everyone, help our Lord Lin collect the body!" The archer leader, who was too proud of himself, called on all his men to move closer to the green sedan chair.

The outside of the green sedan was full of arrowheads, like a huge hedgehog, squatting in the alley, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The archer leader walked up to the sedan chair and saluted with his hands clasped together.

"Master Lin! I'm sorry! We had no choice but to do this!"

"Eat someone else's rice bowl and obey someone else's orders."

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. If you feel that you died unjustly, don't look for us."

"I'll give you a quick death."

……

"Really~~" A faint voice came from the roof.

"Can you tell me whose job you are working for?" The voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in my ears.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

It's like a strong man beating a drum in his chest, which makes the timid people's hands and feet numb and silent.

"We've been tricked! Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!" the archer shouted and turned around to escape.

That’s a nice thought!

Now they are like meat on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"Swoosh! Whoosh" the arrows flew like rain, heading straight for the vital points.

"Ah! Ah!..." They were numerous and powerful, and their screams before death were tragic and heroic.

Those who fled from the battlefield fell standing up, like rabbits entering a wolf's den. Before they could bleed, their throats were already sealed.

One arrow shot the throat, one arrow pierced the heart.

Dead! They are completely dead! Completely dead!

Cool! Cool, really cool!

The silence at this moment also had a bloody taste.

……

"Sixth Master! Did we do a great job?" Four real guards crawled out from under the bodies of the four fake "guards".

"Damn it, that knife almost stabbed me."

"What about that kid? I'm going to give him eighteen cuts! Cut him into slices!"

A man nearby punched him and asked, "Were you a cook before?"

"How do you know? I just thought being a cook wasn't that exciting, so I followed Master Liu and changed my career!"

"Didn't you also have carpenters and farmers?"

"It is said that there are bandits!"

"No matter what he was in the past! He is now under the command of Master Liu."

"Shut up! Hurry up and change all the bows and arrows!" One person ordered while pulling the arrows out of a dead man.

"Puff!" The arrow pulled out from the sedan chair was inserted back into the original wound.

Everyone worked quickly and efficiently, and in a moment, the battlefield was cleared.

"Have you finished changing everything?"

"After we're done, put away our arrows. Look carefully, and don't forget to check the cracks in the corners."

"Don't let anyone find any clues." The leader glanced at the dark shadows around him.

"It's all cleaned up, Sixth Master!"

"What to do next?"

"Throw half of these people at the gate of the governor's office, and the other half at the gates of the officials in the capital, and write a blood letter for them as well."

"They were forced to attack the officials from the capital, but some of them still had a conscience and switched sides on the battlefield."

"Internal strife arose, and they killed each other."

……

"This! Can they believe it?" The cook next to him felt that the reason was a bit perfunctory.

This is like putting the vegetables into the pot without washing them thoroughly. The adults will be disgusted by it.

The Sixth Master said grimly, "Whether they believe it or not is up to them."

"If they want to believe it, they will find reasons themselves."

"The bow and arrows and the man definitely belong to the imperial court. This cannot be erased."

"In peacetime, if the garrison is mobilized, someone will lose their head, otherwise someone will dare to mobilize the army."

"And there are still those four fake guards. They were the assassins from Daming Temple last time. It's good enough that they are still alive today."

"Throw it at the gates of those great men in the capital, and say that they were instructed by the governor, Lord Fang, to supervise the actions of the guards."

"He was also killed, using the guards' standard saber."

……

The next morning, when Lin Ruhai arrived at the yamen, he was extremely surprised to see the densely packed crowd.

I hurried forward to ask the reason.

His colleagues originally thought that he was an insider, but they saw that his surprise did not seem fake and he was even more shocked than they were.

"Master Lin! Something big has happened! The local garrison is fighting, it's shocking!"

"It's hard to tell whether it was a fight or a rebellion!"

"To use force lightly! That's treason!"

"How about it? Lord Lin, let's take the first one together!"

Everyone was talking in panic, and Lin Ruhai suddenly felt a slight shock in his heart.

When I went home last night, my sedan chair swayed and circled three streets.

When asked the reason, the bearer said that the road was blocked by government officials.

He was a little skeptical at the time.

Now it seems that it is indeed the government office that is blocking the road.

To do big things means to do big things involving war.

When Lin Ruhai chose those streets for the fight, he smelled a familiar smell.

This is someone who doesn't want to go home.

Someone wants to kill me.

It seems that I owe my life to the Prince of Nannan again!

Since our enemy won't let us live a peaceful life, then no one can expect to live in peace.

……

The adults who came from the capital were also shocked.

Is this Yangzhou garrison still from the imperial court? They dare to attack officials directly.

Although it didn't succeed, who knows if there will be someone crazy enough to succeed next time?

The key is who gave them the courage?

Don't lose your life if you fail to make money in Yangzhou.

Various memorials and letters were sent to the capital like snowflakes.

Mixed in it was Lin Ruhai's memorial to the emperor regarding the garrison of Yangzhou.

Since then, Lin Ruhai seemed to have suffered from ginseng syndrome, with one official every month, which was more accurate than a woman's menstrual period.

There was no other way. He had too much evidence in his hands, and he was afraid that all of them would be exposed. They would become desperate and huddle together, and his family would not be able to leave the house.

In this way, one book a month, the officials who were reported were panicked, while those who were not reported were lucky enough and secretly happy.

The once solid Yangzhou was riddled with holes.

Governor Fang tried to put out fires everywhere, but it was still not enough.

How could he fail? He had planned everything well, but he kept failing. Could it be that Lin Ruhai was really his nemesis?

Governor Fang looked at his officials, who were dwindling in number.

In a rage, he slammed the table so hard that the jade ring cracked.

……

Some of them said they were sick and couldn't come.

Some were directly dismissed from their posts, such as the garrison commander.

No matter what the result of the investigation into the last troop deployment incident is, arbitrarily deploying troops will lead to a dead end.

He was dismissed from his post and arrested, waiting to be sentenced to be beheaded.

"This Lin Ruhai must have private guards, otherwise he would not have been able to escape the siege of archers." At this time, Governor Fang was listening to the discussions of the officials below.

"Yes! But we checked several times and had people watching it several times, but we didn't find anything."

"Where's his family?"

"His family consists of women and children. A few months ago, a teacher for the child's enlightenment came in."

"Is there something wrong with that person?"

"He was a poor scholar. Although he once served as a prefect, he was dismissed from his post."

"Then there is his eldest son, who lives in a separate courtyard and rides his horse around everywhere."

"Eating, drinking, gambling, fighting, he is good at everything."

"Known as the number one playboy in Yangzhou."

Hearing this, Governor Fang became impatient. He felt that Lin Ruhai was his nemesis.

If the nemesis does not appear, it will be unforgivable.

Since neither the hard nor the tough approach works, just send him away with drums and gongs.

"That's enough! Stop talking. Go back today and write a lot of compliments. Praise me. Praise me a lot."

"Let Lin Ruhai get promoted!"

"With him around, we can't keep safe or protect our wealth."

"Ah!" The people below were still filled with indignation. They turned too hastily and some of them didn't react in time.

The quick-witted one immediately opened his mind, "Yes! Great idea! It turns out to be Lord Fang. Let him go and let the adults above worry about it!"

"Praise him! Praise him in a roundabout way. Get him the Umbrella of All Citizens and the Book of All Citizens."

Once we reach a consensus, we act very quickly.

Batches of memorials from Yangzhou were sent to the capital.

They praised Lin Ruhai for loving his people like his own children, for being diligent and conscientious in his supervisory duties, etc.

There are all kinds of compliments.

The court was shocked, and at the great meeting, all the officials quarreled bitterly.

There has never been such an official with such a high reputation and such unanimous praise.

Fortunately, he was a civil official. If he was a military general, his military power would definitely be taken away.

What kind of official position should Lin Ruhai be promoted to?

Too small, not worthy of his great reputation; too big, his qualifications are not enough.

Some say that the Censor was promoted directly to the position of Left Censor-in-Chief.

Some say it should be the Ministry of Revenue, which is in charge of money and grain.

Some said that Lin Ruhai had outstanding literary talent and should be appointed to the Ministry of Rites, in charge of the national imperial examinations.

Finally, the Prime Minister made the final decision.