: Killing in secret

Han Youniang watched Mrs. Ouyang's sedan chair turn over a clump of fences and was about to return to the yard with Gao Wenxin, two white and red horses galloped out behind the clump of fences.

The path was not wide. I thought it was to avoid the Yan family's wife. Two horses were walking in the snow on the side of the road, running fast and fast. In front of the narrow path was a winding stream, which had now frozen into ice. I saw the horse knight lifting his reins and lifting his hips. Two strong horsemen stood up, turned around nearly ninety degrees in the air, and turned over.

Han Youniang used to see Ma Lian'er having such a clever knight when the rooster crowed. At this time, she couldn't help but see her eyes lit up. On the white horse, she was a pretty woman with a delicate body, dark clouds pressed against her temples, pink face and peach cheeks, and on the red horse, there was a burly man in a rosy robe.

Gao Wenxin whispered to Han Youniang: "Sister, I am our guest."

Han Youniang nodded, and the two horses had already arrived in front of her. The man immediately laughed and said, "Miss Gao, we're meeting again!" He said that, without holding on to the saddle, he jumped off the horse with his legs, and his skills were extremely agile.

The woman in red smiled slightly, pressed the saddle and landed lightly. She stepped forward and bowed and smiled: "Doctor Gao, my husband and I come here to thank Doctor Gao and Lord Yang for helping us."

Gao Wenxin hurriedly said, "This is Mrs. Yang." Yang Hu and his wife hurriedly clasped their fists and saluted. Han Youniang had heard about them briefly. Since they came to Beijing, they were all from the officialdom. The generous and generous couple was very suitable for her spleen and stomach. Han Youniang hurriedly greeted her and said, "Brother Yang, Mrs. Yang, my husband's office has not returned yet. Youniang has heard of the names of the two. Please come in."

Yang Hu and his wife did not expect that a wife of the imperial decree spoke so cheerfully. In an unexpected situation, they felt kind and friendly. The four of them entered the yard. Yu Tangchun and Xue Limei were just coming up. Wu Hanchao, who was losing their parents, followed behind.

When Yang Hu brought Yang Quan, Wu Hanchao and others to Beijing, Wu Hanchao woke up when he was dizzy and they were familiar with each other. When Yang Hu saw him, he rushed over and punched him on his shoulder, and laughed and said, "Brother Wu, are you doing well too?"

He practiced external skills. A pair of iron palms can open the stones and gravels. This punch is very strong. However, Wu Hanchao reacted very quickly. His fist strength was as strong as his shoulders. He narrowed his body slightly and his shoulders collapsed, and most of Yang Hu's strength had been removed.

Yang Hu felt that one punch was empty, like hitting a piece of cloth hanging in the air, empty and ineffective. He was slightly stunned and a soft force bounced. The fist had already slid against Wu Wenchao's shoulder. Wu Wenchao stood there like nothing he had done, just smiled bitterly: "Brother Yang, brother is not yet ready to go."

Cui Ying'er had never met Li Fuda, but Li Fuda had three sons. Daren, Dayi, and Dali. These three people are still young people around twenty years old. Cui Ying'er fought with Li Dayi in Bazhou last autumn, and the two of them had similar martial arts skills.

Cui Ying'er has a high opinion of herself. She doesn't believe that this scholar can hurt Li Dayi's old man. When she came, she instructed her husband to find out the depth of his martial arts. The so-called expert can tell if he has any. Now that he has tried Wu Hanchao's move, Cui Ying'er has seen that the scholar's skills are indeed great, and even if he is not necessarily his opponent.

Cui Ying'er rolled her eyes, gave Yang Hu a blank look, and said angrily: "Always be rough. Brother Wu's injuries have not healed, don't hurt others again." As she said that, she smiled and greeted Xuelimei and Yu Tangchun, holding one with one hand, and praised: "Mrs. Yang is dignified and generous, and her two sisters are also beautiful in the world. I'm so envious of my sister when I saw it."

Yutang's spring face is like a full moon, and his eyes are like autumn waves. His bright eyes are white teeth are looking around. He has a romantic charm. Because tomorrow is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, it is time to sweep the room and worship the kitchen. This is the first official New Year festival after Yang Ling got married. Under the care of her young lady, everyone in the house attaches great importance to it.

Yu Tangchun wore a festive pink pleated long skirt, covered with a light blue grid-shaped armor, and used a white jade hairpin to fix her beautiful hair like clouds. Her slender figure and slender waist were so delicate that she was indeed the most beautiful among the girls.

Xue Limei wore a woven golden green silk jacket, a colorful goose yellow brocade skirt, a small cherry mouth, white teeth, red lips, and petite and tender lips. Although she looked petite and tender, she was also a lively and fragrant little beauty.

The two of them didn't know the identity of Hong Niang, but Cui Ying'er had almond eyes and peach cheeks, as beautiful as a ball of flames. She could praise her so generously. The two girls couldn't help but feel happy and hurriedly greeted her with a smile.

These women gathered together, one praised the hairstyle and the other one praised the wonderful combination of clothes, and the parents were having a lot of fun chatting about it, leaving Yang Hu and Wu Hanchao aside. The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly, so they had to slowly follow behind and enter the middle hall together.

When the senior manager saw the guests coming, he had already ordered the servants and maids to bring the fragrant tea and melon seeds, and everyone chatted in the hall. As they were talking, a horse neighed outside the door. After a while, Yang Ling, wearing a cloak, led two men into the courtyard, and shouted loudly from afar, "Butler, is Miss Cheng at home?"

The senior manager quickly pushed the door and went out to greet him, whispering: "Master, there are guests coming from the house, and the wife is waiting for guests."

Yang Ling was stunned and asked, "Who is here?" As he spoke, he raised his eyes and saw Han Youniang and Yang Hu and his wife walking to the door after hearing the sound. Yang Ling quickly calmed down his anxiety and changed into a smile and said, "It turns out that it is Brother Yang, Mrs. Yang, Shi Ying and Shi Ying."

Xuelimei laughed "Ji'er" and quietly touched Yu Tangchun's ear and said, "This is Mrs. Yang, and that is also Mrs. Yang. When she closed her eyes and heard it, she thought she was called her own wife."

Yu Tangchun couldn't help but smile on her face. She was afraid that someone would hear it, so she quietly pinched the naughty girl. Xue Limei was laughing secretly. Suddenly she felt itchy on the tip of her buttocks. She turned her head to take a look, but something was discovered, and she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Yang Hu and Wu Hanchao both saw Cui Ying'er's movements. She didn't turn her head back, but she bounced her fingers and shot a melon seed back, drew an arc, and accurately hit Xue Limei's butt. The two looked at each other and turned their heads tacitly again.

When Yang Ling came back from the palace, he happened to meet Gao Yuan’s housekeeper at the entrance of the village. Gao Yuanwai was one of the six major landlords in seven local imperial villages. Yang Ling dismounted and chatted with him.

He did not want to disturb the people. In fact, even if he used his power to occupy the land of these landlords and gentry, it would be impossible. However, after the New Year, it was the beginning of spring. He wanted to plant new crops near the capital, produce a batch of good varieties, and cultivate a group of farmers who were familiar with the cultivation of new crops, so that all officials in the court bowed their heads in the face of facts, but there was not enough land at hand, and all this was empty talk.

Yang Ling tentatively visited the old housekeeper to rent and buy land from Gao Yuan. Unexpectedly, the old housekeeper was surprised and found out from his mouth that Yang Ling knew. Now, except for the six officials around, except for the Li Jimeng family, the other six lands have been owned by Cheng Qiyun. This matter was discussed by a young master named Cheng and Mr. Gao, and even the old housekeeper did not know the details.

Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun have been together for more than two months. I knew that this girl Cheng was willful and arrogant, and only asked about likes and dislikes, regardless of good or evil. Yang Ling's actual age is two years older than Cheng Qiyun. How could she not tell her thoughts of inviting herself to flatter her?

Usually he just pretended to be stupid, but now after hearing this news, I don’t know how Cheng Qiyun used all means to seize the land, so she told the six gentry to hand over the land obediently, but she didn’t dare to make a statement yet, so she hurried back to the mansion to ask for a clear understanding.

He didn't expect that Yang Fu and his wife would come to visit at this time, so he had to give up his worries to entertain the two guests in advance. When the male host returned home, the women were not at the side. Han Youniang accompanied Cui Ying'er. A group of people from Yingying went straight to the back house, Yang Ling accompanied Yang Hu and Wu Hanchao chatted in the middle hall.

The three of them chatted for a while, and gradually became involved in martial arts. Wu Hanchao and Yang Hu talked about their experience of fighting with the old Taoist that day, while gesturing in the classroom. The two of them wanted to compete.

There are trees and flower beds in the front hall, so it is not suitable to do it. Yang Ling also wanted to see what these real martial arts masters looked like when they fought, so he stood up and smiled and said, "Two, the venue is wide in the backyard. Since you want to compete, let's go there, haha, but the two are in a good condition, so we have to stop."

The three of them talked and laughed. When they came to the backyard, they went straight to the backyard patio. Yang Ling saw that Cheng Qiyun was staying in the inner study room on the left, so he said to the senior manager: "Two. Zhujing is also a martial arts man. Huo, I will let them open their eyes too. Butler, you should accompany the two distinguished guests to the backyard first."

Yang Ling sued and hurriedly turned into the inner study room. When she lifted the curtain, Cheng Qiyun sat upright on the chair with her head slightly, holding a wolf's hair in her bare hands and was writing something on the light cloud-colored Xue Tao's paper. Seeing Yang Ling come in, Cheng Qiyun was a little surprised and happy. She smiled slightly, put the pen down, Yingying stood up and walked around the desk and said, "Sir, why have the time to see me today?"

Yang Ling saw her wearing a light green home-style skirt, covering the lake-green Bijia, and her outfit was simple and elegant. However, her skirt was tailored, and the Bijia was light and soft and smooth, which made her waist and hip curves look up, and her figure was graceful.

Yang Ling suddenly remembered that when she first came to Yang Mansion, she tied a golden bell with her waist, like water skin, like snake bones, and her anger dropped a little. He calmed down and walked over slowly, sat on the chair and said, "I ask you, the land of the seven imperial villages and eight or nine out of ten lands have now fallen into your name? Why don't I know?"

Cheng Qiyun was stunned, her eyes widened slightly, and then she smiled sneered, Yanran said, "Sir, I'm busy with official business, so you can naturally have low-level jobs. You know, otherwise I'll tell you today that after the New Year, you should prepare early, such as plowing oxen, growing grain, farm tools, and appeasement of tenants, and there are many things to prepare for the land."

Yang Ling frowned and said, "I'm not asking this, I'm asking you how you asked those landlords to sell the land?"

Cheng Qiyun lowered her eyebrows and was pleasantly happy, but the smile on her cherry lips seemed to appear. She glanced at Yang Ling quietly and said with a pretty smile: "You can't guess it, right? Hehe, there is a golden signboard in the inner factory, a humble position..."

When Yang Ling heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He couldn't help but slam the table and said angrily: "It's true that I expected. You... you use the inner factory to intimidate and threaten. Do you think the inner factory is like the Jinyiwei of the East Factory?"

He was so angry that his face turned blue, and he stood up with a sleeve and said, "Fortunately, I knew it early, otherwise the imperial censors would have reported impeachment a few days later. I took over the land in less than a year. How can I get rid of this charge? I immediately gave up the land. It was really a failure to succeed and I was lucky to fail!"

Cheng Qiyun was stunned there, her hands trembling slightly in her sleeves, and her sleeves were rustling. The bright eyes blinked a few times. A mist quickly spread out. She walked to the table step by step, stared at Yang Ling for a long time, and suddenly nodded and smiled miserably: "Okay, okay, so that's how you look at me."

She trembled with one hand, picked up a stack of paper from the table, and slowly reached in front of Yang Ling. Her five fingers spread out, and the stack of paper slipped down sadly.

Yang Ling was shocked to pick up the stack of paper and put it on the top of the contract document for the sale of land by the Gaoshou, the signs, fingerprints, and the squire, on it, it was the proof of the 830 acres of land under her name, and the price of 9,000 taels of land. The date was the first day of the twelfth lunar month of the 18th year of Hongzhi.

The price is very fair and is higher than the market price, but Yang Ling knew that even if the price was several times higher, these gentry landlords would never sell the land of land unless they were unable to survive. He flipped through this one and was stunned when he saw the next one. The next chapter was the same pile of fingerprints, but the contract was Cheng Qiyun's land sales document.

The above indicated that Cheng Qiyun sold the 830 acres of land to Gao Yuanwai for a price of 7,500 taels. Yang Ling was puzzled and saw it. After looking at the date, he suddenly realized that it was written on the first day of the twelfth lunar month of the first year of Zhengde.

It turns out that Cheng Qiyun is tempting each other with great profits and signed a long-term check for several landlords. The net income of these fields is only 1,000 taels a year, so there is no need to worry about it now. The income from drought and floods is free of 1,500 taels of silver. With documents in hand, you can take back the land after the New Year. Only fools will refuse to agree to such a good thing.

Yang Ling stood up quickly and saw her flattening her mouth, looking like a child. She felt guilty and a little funny in her heart. He paused and sighed, "You...you should have told me a long time ago, why bother to hide it?"

Cheng Qiyun said in grievance: "The idea is what others think, but they can't tell you if they agree. Why do you tell me first? If you don't be a landlord, those farmers and tenants will not be able to appease you. They pay money to do your own business... and they will join you. They will make your own efforts and sell your life. Have you ever done something that I am sorry for you, so why do you think so badly?"

Cheng Qiyun became more and more sad as she spoke. Two lines of clear tears fell along her cheeks, which were as smooth as fat, and dripped on the half-written Xue Tao paper, which immediately wet the ink traces.

Yang Ling felt hot all over and said cramply: "This...this...yes, yes, yes, I was wrong, I apologize to you, no, Oh, why did you cry when you see me!"

Cheng Qiyun said, "Didn't you harm me?" This sentence was a little awkward, and her cheeks couldn't help but feel warm.

Yang Ling didn't dare to look at her pitiful appearance, her eyes drooped slightly. Seeing the words on the wet paper, she couldn't help but turn them over. The tears wet a few lines, which had already spread out the ink, but the two lines above were still clearly visible. The graceful small characters with beautiful hands said, "You are like the bright moon, I am fog, the fog is hidden with the moon, and I am dew, just to express my gratitude and charm. "

Yang Ling only saw this place, and Cheng Qiyun took it over and the ball was in his hand. He blushed and said angrily: "I have never seen an adult like you, so how can I see others' things like this?"

This was the first time she had a true love when she grew up so old, but Yang Ling saw it again. She was embarrassed and was as arrogant as Danxia. She had to hold her mouth firmly. Yang Ling would rather not see it herself. She was embarrassed and didn't know what to say. When footsteps outside the house sounded, Han Youniang's voice called out: "Honey, Miss Cheng".

Yang Ling was afraid that she would see Cheng Qiyun crying, so she quickly turned around and greeted her. Han Youniang came over with Gao Wenxin and said happily: "My husband, you are here. Brother Yang and Mr. Wu are going to compete in martial arts. Does Miss Cheng want to see it too?"

She walked closer and held Yang Ling's arm and whispered: "My husband, Mr. Wu's martial arts are amazing. You are the governor of the factory and you are all heroes who dance with guns and sticks. Look for an opportunity to learn from him as a teacher. It can be both self-defense and healthy."

Yang Ling smiled and said, "You, you want to take advantage of your husband. Most people in the martial arts world cherish their secret skills, right? Wouldn't it be embarrassing to speak if they don't teach them?"

A voice behind him chuckled, "Sir, Wudang hopes that you will have a disciple like you. Wudang is the royal family temple of the Ming Dynasty. The head of the sect is responsible for the sixth-ranking point in the court. The Sili Superintendent has always been responsible for the admiration of all matters in Longhu Mountain, Jiangxi, Wudang Mountain, Hubei, and Shandong Jade Emperor Temple. If you speak, are you afraid that the head of the Wudang will not try your best to curry favor?"

Cheng Qiyun said as she arrived slowly. She held her hand and bowed to Han Youniang Yingying, saying, "I have met my wife, and I have just discussed with the adults about changing the farming and planting in the spring, which has ruined everyone's pleasure."

Yang Ling took a look and Cheng Qiyun was still tearful and confused. During this moment, Qingshui's face was delicate and flawless, and she was so swaying that she was so clear that her eyes were like a pool of autumn water. She looked faint and smiling, but there was no trace of crying. This calm and artificial skill made Yang Ling wonder if she was just dazzled.

The four of them returned to the yard. Yang Hu, Wu Hanchao, Hongniang Cui Yinger, Yuer, Xueer and his family were waiting in the yard. A group of people came to the backyard to watch them compete for martial arts.

Yang Ling could only see the extraordinary scenes of being high and magical like the ones seen in the movie. Unexpectedly, when they really started fighting, the moves were not good at all, and the two of them rarely jumped off the ground.

Yang Hu is burly and has a superb appearance in his external skills. He has a strong fist and awesome style. Yang Ling, a layman, watches a little lively, but Wu Hanchao seems to be soft. Yang Ling loses interest after watching it for a while.

Han Youniang and Cui Ying'er's eyes were not instantly seen. Han Youniang stared at Yang Hu's fists and feet. Her lips moved, and she looked eager to recognize her. Cui Ying'er was also practicing internal fists and feet, and she was particularly concerned about every move and move of the Taishan Beidou Wudang disciple from the internal kung fu land.

The field was full of heat. Yang Ling looked around. He saw someone coming out of the warm cellar in the distance, hurriedly left the crowd two steps, and waved to the man.

The old man was a farmer who was hired from the local area to learn how to grow potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn and other crops. He was carrying a basket and was about to put some dry fertilizer back when he saw Yang Ling calling him, so he quickly piled it down the basket and walked over.

Yang Ling asked with a smile: "Old Liu, I've been busy these two days. I didn't even bother to go into the cellar to see, how are the seedlings being cultivated? Don't attract pests."

Old Liu laughed and said, "Don't worry, Master, we should be careful. Take care of the seedlings like treasures. The peppers have already seen red. According to the master's instructions, they can move to a place where the sun can be seen, and the red persimmons have already bloomed."

Yang Ling was overjoyed when he heard this. At this time, two crisp shouts behind him were shouting. Yang Ling turned his head and saw Yang Fu's yellow face slightly shy, and he was holding his fists and saying something to Wu Hanchao. Then the two of them walked over. It seemed that Yang Fu had lost.

Only then did Han Youniang see her husband running to the side and chatting with the old farmer. She followed her and said angrily and amusedly: "My husband has always said that she wants to find a famous teacher to learn martial arts. Brother Yang and Mr. Wu are both first-class masters. You ran aside in such a wonderful competition."

Han Youniang intended to tell Wu Hanchao that she heard it. Yang Ling smiled and said, "It's a pity that I am a layman. I couldn't understand anything after watching it for a long time, so I came to take care of my own crops, hahaha..."

The Hongniang said in surprise: "Crops? Where are the crops? Sir... Do you still care about some harvests in the fields with such an identity?"

Han Youniang explained: "Mrs. Yang, my husband found several crops that flowed from the West, such as potatoes and sweet potatoes per mu, which are several times more than today's crops. There is also a kind of corn, which produces thousands of species of plants, which are drought-resistant and barren-resistant. My husband said that he would recommend it, and then the world would not starve so many people to death."

She said that, looking at Yang Ling with admiration. Cui Ying'er and Yang Hu looked at each other in shock. Yang Hu was oppressed and exploited by the government and had angered to enter the green forest. Cui Ying'er's family has been moved to the deep mountains due to the suffering of heavy taxes and taxes, and occupied the mountains as kings, and became a thief in the green forest.

The two of them have no favoritism for being officials. How big is Yang Ling? If he wants to gain fame, help the victims, and deal with a few corrupt officials, the effect is both direct and obvious, and is it so difficult to do so?

Yang Ling smiled and said, "I have been busy with border wars these days and have never looked at these crops. Yang is really worried. If it goes well, this high-yield crop can be promoted next year. Are you willing to take a look first? Haha, please!"

Yang Ling brought a few people to the Warm Cellar, introduced them to various crops one by one, and told them about the characteristics of these crops with the old farmer who returned from Southeast Asia.

Yangling knew that the crops were very delicate at this time, with drought and flooding, and heavy insect pests and harvests. If the weather was good, it would be hard to produce three or four hundred kilograms of grain per mu a year, it would be considered a first-class fertile land.

Sweet potatoes and Ma Ling potatoes are suitable for planting from south to north, with a yield of at least 2,000 kilograms per mu, and even three species in the south a year. If corn does not compete for fertile fields, the yield is far better than the original crops. Thinking about these crops, these crops can save countless victims in the future, Yang Ling caresses the green seedlings and his heart is full of accomplishment.

Cui Ying'er heard Yang Ling talk about the harvest scene, and her bright eyes quietly stared at him, and her heart was full of curiosity: this official is very different from the official she remembers. He is willing to think about the people, and scholars regard farming as a lowly thing, but he seems to be very keen on farming.

The rumors about Yangling in Cui Yinger's mind were intertwined. The emperor's favored minister was cold-blooded and bloody and bloody as he eliminated the inner factory supervisor of the East Factory overnight. The foolish scholar who was infatuated and loyal to his wife dared to resist the imperial edict for his beloved wife, and the general who defeated the Japanese pirates in awe of majestic ways. He was really unable to connect with the young master who was talking about the crops and had no authority at all.

She looked at the various crops planted in the shed that she had never seen before and thought to herself: "Is this person really capable of saving the people of the world? These strange crops can save many hungry and poor people during floods every year?"

She had never read a book and had grown up in a robber's nest since she was a child, but she understood the hearts of the people best. She could see that Yang Ling was telling the truth, but she doubted the role of these crops.

People in the world are unkind and officials are not honest. Even if the food harvest is good everywhere, isn’t it still fallen into the hands of corrupt officials? The people in their hometown have no food and clothing, are forced to raise horses by the government, and have made many difficulties and punishments. How many people’s families are destroyed? Can they save such poor people?

However... Cui Ying'er glanced at Yang Ling, smiled slightly, and said to herself: "This Young Master Yang is a good person and a good official. When we kill the dog emperor and raise an army to seize the world, we can do it for him as a high official."

Yang Hu was secretly shocked when he heard this. He had accumulated considerable financial resources and talents. He just waited for the opportunity to rebel and seize the world. He firmly believed that all the people who were not well fed and fed, and who were heavily oppressed would respond as long as he climbed the high ground and shouted, and at least he could lead a team of tens of thousands of people in his hometown Bazhou.

But he was originally a small school in the army, but because the military farm was annexed by the generals and his life was really unsuccessful, he turned to Green Forest. He knew very well that if those people had a way out and could have a living, it would be difficult for them to move, and they could no longer conquer the world with them.

Yang Hu initially hated the Ming court much simpler. He wanted to overthrow the Ming Dynasty and rebuild a clean and honest government. However, as his potential became stronger and stronger, his personal ambitions and greed gradually expanded. Now he wanted to rebel more because he was the emperor and he owned the world. This greedy idea has gradually replaced his desire to survive for the people of the world.
Chapter completed!