Chapter 281 What is under the lake

Wang Ping'an nodded and said, "Yes, no problem, then I will break it down and rebuild it! Master Tian, ​​you don't know that the old house can no longer be occupied. Not only do weeds inside, even the walls have fallen. Even if you have to repair it, you will not be able to live in it. I don't know if the beam of the house will be broken one day. Who dares to live in it?"

Master Tian said: "According to the laws of the court, people with titles, just like you, the construction of the mansion must be funded by our household. However, since our dynasty was established, everything was frugal. The construction of the mansion was always allocated according to minor repairs. In other words, our Ministry of Revenue can only give you 160 guan to repair the house, and you have to pay the remaining money yourself."

Wang Ping'an said with a frown and said, "Is there such a law? Why don't I know that if you want to build an old house well and live in a new house, at least it will cost you... how much does it cost?" He really didn't know much about the cost of building a new house.

Master Tian said, "I know that house, and I have also visited it. The place is big. Not to mention the rebuilding, even if it is repaired, it will cost 6,000 to 7,000 guan. It will cost more than a new one. If you want to change it, you have to dig up the foundations in some places. You have to change it. The towers in the Earl's Mansion and the towers in the Duke's Mansion are different in height. It is not possible to use the original foundation. In this way, the project is too big. You have to deal with the old ones first and then build the new ones. It costs more than the new ones directly. It costs at least 20,000 guan and 30,000 guan, and you have to face up!"

Wang Ping'an frowned and said, "The foundation needs to be changed. This project is indeed a bit larger, but the Ministry of Revenue cannot just allocate me 160 stakes. This is too little!"

He thought to himself, I just sent 10,000 yuan to the Ministry of Personnel, but I didn't even blink my eyelids. How happy I would give you money? Why do you want to take some from you? It's so hard. Shouldn't the money from the public be better?

Director Tian yelled and said, "Is there a little less than 160 stakes? When I first repaired the Duke's Mansion, the Ministry of Revenue only allocated 200 stakes to Lord Changsun. The remaining money was paid by Lord Changsun himself. If you, an earl, have allocated more money than Lord Changsun, you will probably be the final one!"

Wang Ping'an sighed and said, "It's really a lot!" He sighed, but thought to himself: "It's only 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, little money, I'll spend 50,000 yuan to build a beautiful count. Maybe it will become a marquis' mansion and a duke's mansion in the future, so the foundation must be well-developed!"

Master Tian advised with kindness: "Mr. Wang Jue-secret, according to the official, you need to build a new house if you change the land, so you can choose a place with cheap land, such as Yonghefang and Yongpingfang. The land is ten times cheaper than Zhuque Street. If you include land money, you will only spend 5,000 guan to build a big house. If you build a new one on Zhuque Street or build a foundation of the old house, you will probably have to save up to 100 years old!"

Wang Ping'an yelled twice and said, "It's only tens of thousands of coins, but I can afford it. My Earl Zheliu Mansion is built there, it remains unchanged. You can file it!"

"It's just tens of thousands of yuan!" Director Tian grinned and thought to himself: "You are really saying it lightly. That's right. What are you doing? Be a doctor. The two most profitable transactions in the world are: one is the robbery, and the other is the drug seller. You are the one who sells medicine, how can you lose money!"

I felt so envious and jealous. I made up my mind to force my child to study when he went home and then study medical school. When the child grew up, he would also let him build a big house. He would use the King Jue as an example to make money and then spend it hard!

After completing the remaining procedures, Wang Ping'an left the Ministry of Revenue and was about to return to Inspiration Temple, but when he walked halfway, he was afraid that he would go back to play tricks with a large group of flatterers, so he went to Zhuque Street, found a restaurant, and after lunch, he went to Yang Xuangan's old house.

When he came to this house again, he patrolled carefully. Last time he looked carelessly, and he didn't look at some places carefully. The house was indeed big enough. He turned around and turned to the back house and saw a large pond in the garden behind, which was dozens of acres, which was larger than the pond in Changsun Mansion. It could be called a small lake. But the lake had long dried up, and the lake was filled with big stones, and there were a lot of wood, and the abandoned bricks and tiles, like a huge pile of rubble, piled up with sharp edges. It can only be seen from the outline that this was once a small lake with green waves!

Wang Ping'an walked to the edge of the pond and shook his head and sighed. It seemed that the pond was deliberately filled with huge rocks and rubble, as well as broken beams, etc., were all piled in deliberately, filling such a large lake, and piled up so high!

Who filled this lake? It was Emperor Yang of Sui? At that time, the world was in chaos. He seemed to be blocked into Jiangdu. He didn't seem to have come back. Of course, he didn't have time to do such things. It was Yang Xuangan's enemy who did it? How should he set fire? If you spend so much effort to fill the lake, wouldn't it be enough to eat enough?

That can only be done by Yang Xuangan himself. He demolished his house and then filled in the lake. What did he want to do? He was full and could not do such a thing even if he was full!

It's really inexplicable!

Wang Ping'an walked slowly along the lake, and finally found a reason. If he wanted to destroy people, he would first make people crazy. Before the rebellion, Yang Xuangan was already crazy, afraid that after failure, his family would be occupied by others, so he simply destroyed it himself and did not allow others to live there again! Very well, his goal was achieved, and no one would want to live here anymore. The house was deserted for decades!

Looking at such a large pile of rubble, Wang Ping'an really wanted to swear and scold him. No wonder Yuchi Gong didn't come to live. It was afraid of violating taboos on the one hand, but on the other hand, how much money does it cost and how much manpower is used!

If he cleaned the rubble, he would have to use thousands of people to transport the manpower out and throw it out of the city. How big is this project and how much does it cost? Where did he find so many people? Could it be that he would go to Zuowuwei and borrow an army to come?

Wang Ping'an became more and more angry as he looked at it, and said angrily: "Yang Xuangan, old Yang, if you have nothing to do and are idle, then you can rebel. Why do you say you are filling the lake? You can also fill your own lake. If you have the ability, you can fill the Qujiang Lake. Then you have a good idea. I admire you. Now, I can only convince you!"

With a swagger, he left the broken house, rode on a white dragon horse, and returned to the Inspiration Temple.

When I returned to Inspiration Temple, I saw countless cars and horses parked at the entrance of the temple, and I could guess it with my toes. I must have been here to get a friendship. My surname is Wang, and this is a big surname. Maybe there will be countless people who will catch up with relatives. If I don’t do it, a large group of uncles and uncles will come!

He was not in the mood to socialize, so he made a horse and walked into the temple through the back door, and went back to his bedroom.

After a while, Di Renjie came and said, "Brother, I'm in trouble to see you come back from the back mountain gate. I know you don't like to be fooled, so I sent the people in front of you and then came to see you. Hey, brother, you seem very unhappy. What happened, but when I reported today, the people from the Ministry of Personnel were unable to do anything for you?"

Wang Ping'an shook his head and said, "No, no one is difficult for me... Yes, that Yang Xuan is difficult for me!" He told me about going to see the old house.

Di Renjie said: "When filling the lake with huge rocks and big wood, can you be sure that Yang Xuangan did this at the beginning?"

Wang Ping'an shook his head and said, "I guessed that you don't think about the chaos in those days. Even the emperor could not return to the capital. Who knows what happened in the capital? After so many years, it's impossible to verify it!"

He paused and said, "Forget it, if you want to dig the lake again, the project is too large, and both manpower and financial resources will be consumed a lot. If it really doesn't work, just pile up the rubble and build a hill. This is also good, and you don't have to spend too much money!"

Di Renjie frowned and said, "If something is abnormal, it is a monster. If it is really done by Yang Xuangan, why did he do this? Could it be that he is trying to cover up something? Is there something under the lake that he doesn't want people to know?"

He remembered the rumors in the world again. Could it be that Yang Su's treasure was hidden at the bottom of the lake? It was safer than hiding in the deep mountains and old forests. Who would have thought that there were countless treasures next to Zhuque Street?

Wang Ping'an thought for a while and said, "Maybe there is, who knows!" He had never heard of the so-called rumors in the world, so he naturally would not think of the treasure.

The world of sacredness is really outrageous. It is always a joke and is a nonsense. So even if Di Renjie had an idea in his mind, he didn't say it out. He would rather talk to Wang Ping'an on the spot when he was repairing the house!

Two days after that, Wang Ping'an closed his door and thanked the guests, but no one saw him. He focused on preventing smallpox in the temple. He recorded all the things he thought of on paper to make memos!

Time flies very quickly, and this day is the day when Li Shimin inherits the Tianmen and reports to heaven. The notice has long been posted everywhere in the streets and alleys. All the people in the capital know it!

The people agree very much with this matter. The court is determined to eliminate the evil diseases of smallpox. This is something that everyone can get. At least there is no need to worry about their children getting smallpox in the future. They can live with peace of mind. This is better than anything else!

Before dawn, Wang Ping'an got up. Two little girls served him to wash and have dinner. Then they changed into the official uniform of the fourth-rank Count. The official uniform was a little fat, so they changed it to the younger one again.

Ke Lianwu said: "Young Master, when will you be able to wear purple official uniforms? Although this dark and scary official uniform is not as good as it is, it always looks like it is not as noble as purple!"

Wang Ping'an smiled and said, "The deep-scarlet one has been put on, will the purple one be far away!"

When I left the bedroom, I saw Di Renjie and Ouyang Li who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, all dressed in bright clothes. Zhao Bi and Lu Xiuzhi and others also came. Surprisingly, even Qiu Tingxuan came!

Wang Ping'an clapped his hands and said, "There are so many people coming today! Okay, let's go to Chengtianmen together!"

Everyone left the Inspiration Temple, those who got on the bus got on the bus, those who rode on the horse, rushed to Chengtianmen together. Although the sky had not yet brightened, there were already many pedestrians on the street, and they were all walking in one direction. It seemed that they were going to Chengtianmen.

On the way, the people recognized Wang Ping'an, who was riding a white dragon horse, and greeted him loudly. Wang Ping'an smiled and kept bowing to the people to answer.

After going to Zhuque Street, more people knew him. Even if he didn't know him, he would follow him and wave to Wang Ping'an when he saw others greeting him. Along the way, Wang Ping'an greeted countless times, and the muscles on his face were almost frozen. He clasped his fists and gave him a gift, making his arms sore!

The more you go north, the more people there are. When you reach the end of Zhuque Street and go to Chengtianmen Street, there are already crowds of people. When the people in the capital learned that the emperor was going to report to the sky, they rushed to watch it. Moreover, they were very concerned about the matter of smallpox. After all, this is related to their own interests. Even if they have smallpox, there is nothing among their relatives. Even if they don’t have to do it for themselves, they have to listen to it for their relatives.

On Chengtianmen Street, I only walked a short distance and couldn't walk forward any further. Although it was not dawn, Chang'an had a population of one million and there were many Hu people from other places. Even if the street was wide, it could not resist the 60,000 to 70,000 people had arrived. These many people squeezed the long Chengtianmen Street so much that it could no longer pass.

Wang Ping'an said: "I thought we came out quite early, but I didn't expect that there were tens of thousands of people, which were earlier than we got up!"

Zhao Bi poked his head out of the car and asked, "What should I do? There are so many people on the street, and there are not many people in front of the palace gate. We can't get through now!"

Di Renjie said, "This is easy. Just go to the alley. If you just go to the alley, you may not be able to reach the main entrance of the palace, so you can only go to the side entrance, such as Chongfu Gate."

Wang Ping'an said, "Then go to the alley and go to Chongfu Gate." He turned his horse's head, went down the street, walked eastward, and walked around from the edge of Taichang Temple to Taimiao, followed the path of Taimiao, and then headed north to Chongfu Gate from here.

The people were still seen on the road. Although they were still gathering in Chengtian Gate, the number of people was much smaller. Only then did Wang Ping'an and his group pass by. After walking for three quarters of an hour, they arrived at Chongfu Gate.

There was no one in front of Chongfu Gate. It was far from Chengtian Gate. It was impossible for the people to run here after the emperor told the heavens.

It was still far away, and someone shouted loudly from the other side of the palace gate: "Is it the King of Kings, the uncle of Zheliu County, and the Lord Wang Ping'an?"

When Wang Ping'an heard the shouts and looked at the palace gate, he saw two big men running towards here, shouting while running: "Oh, it's really Mr. Wang. Do you still recognize us brothers?"

It was not dawn yet, so far away, you could see clearly that it was me. Their eyes were quite good! Wang Ping'an turned over from his horse and smiled: "Of course I recognize it, it's Brother Meng, the second brother Meng, two brothers, have you been promoted?" He looked at the military uniforms of the two, and it seemed different from the last time, so he probably was promoted!

The people who came were Meng Datian and Meng Xiaotian. They were indeed promoted. For no other reason, it was because Wang Ping'an mentioned them in front of the emperor and the prince, and then they were promoted!

Seeing Wang Ping'an coming with several carriages, they hurried over to curry favor with him. Wang Ping'an is their great benefactor, so he just came to see him. When will he wait?
Chapter completed!