The most powerful patriarch in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 81 Schadenfreude
Natural disasters and man-made disasters, Fujian, which was originally considered a paradise, suddenly became a purgatory on earth.

Under the turmoil, many people dare not sleep peacefully, for fear that someone will attack at night,
Many villages, ethnic groups, and towns lit bonfires around them, and sent people to take turns to watch the night.
Xingping village also lit a lot of bonfires, and sent the children of the clan to patrol all night to prevent Xiaoxiao from taking advantage of it.
Few people noticed that several bonfires were also lit in the family cemetery of the Lu family in Fuzhou.
Tonight, we will commemorate the ancestors, Uncle Ping, Uncle Zhong and other clansmen who died tragically. The sacrifices are Fan Sanbo and Fan Chengyin.

Zhou Chong's extortion reminded Lu Changle that the two men in the mountain behind the village hadn't been dealt with yet, and they were a ticking time bomb.
The exploit value has been squeezed dry, it's time to get rid of them.

In front of the ancestor's grave, there are all kinds of sacrifices, as well as Shiquan Dabu wine, which was the favorite of the ancestors during his lifetime.

Lu Changle, Second Uncle, and Second Master Qing stood in the first row,
Lu Jinyuan, Lu Jinqing, Fei Bo, and Lu Jindong are in the second row,

Lu Changgeng, Lu Changfu, Lu Changqing, Lu Changxing and others were in the third row.
Qiqi offered incense to the ancestors.

After burning the incense, Lu Changle said in a deep voice, "Lead someone"

Soon, Gan Hui and Lu Changsheng dragged Fan Sanbo and Fan Chengyin, who were tied like a scorpion, to the grave.

Fan Chengyin didn't say a word, just stared at Lu Changle, showing a trace of unwillingness in his resentment;
Fan Sanbo's body was shaking all the time, probably knowing that today is the end, his crotch was wet, and he could smell urine from afar;

Neither of them spoke, unable to speak, their mouths were blocked by a cloth ball.

"Uncle Hui, let them say the last words," Lu Changle said.

Gan Hui nodded and tore off the cloth balls from the two mouths.

Being ordered by Lu Changle, Gan Hui was not at all unhappy, but rather honored,

At such an important moment, only the elders of the Lu clan, the head of the house, and some young people who performed well participated in it. Being able to appear here shows that they value themselves.

"Patriarch Lu, brother Lu, don't kill me, don't kill me, I have money, Fan's business has plenty of money, as long as you ask, you can ask for as much as you want, we are friends, brother, please forgive me" Fan San dialed some words no matter how many times beg for mercy.

Fan Chengyin said calmly: "Patriarch Lu, Qiongbiao and I still have value. If necessary, we can save your life. Killing us is definitely a wrong decision."

Begging for mercy is useless, the only thing that can impress Lu Changle is profit.

Lu Changle tied himself up and wanted to do a show, the purpose is to get a ransom, it can be seen that the Lu family in Fuzhou is short of money,
If there is a need, it is easy to handle, maybe Lu Changle is acting again to get something from himself.

That's right, a greedy and lustful person like Lu Changle would not be willing to kill himself for nothing.

Lu Changle didn't even look at the two dead dogs, went to the grave, poured two bowls of wine,
Pick up a bowl and drink it up, and after drinking it, say loudly: "Old ancestor, open your eyes and see, the younger generation will kill the two masterminds first to comfort your old spirit in heaven, and it will catch the murderer every day, and then go to your old grave to worship .”

After finishing speaking, he shattered the bowl with a bang, walked up to Fan Chengyin in two steps, grabbed his hair with his left hand, pulled out a dagger from his waist with his right hand, and stabbed Fan Chengyin hard in the heart.
Black blood flowed from the corner of Fan Chengyin's mouth, and he fell down with a face of disbelief.

Until he died, he thought that Lu Changle was acting to scare him again, just to get more benefits.

The whole process was clean and neat. To Lu Changle, killing a man woman was like killing a dog. His heart was calm and undisturbed.

A small person who is not a big fish like Fan Wencheng or Huang Taiji is not worth celebrating.

Lu Changle handed the bloody dagger to Lu Changgeng, didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder.

I am the successor patriarch, I want to set an example,
It is more reasonable for Fan Sanbai to be handed over to Lu Changgeng, who is closest to the ancestor's blood.

"Don't, don't, don't kill me, I'll give you 10 taels, no, no, 100 million taels, 200 million taels, 300 million taels." Fan Sanbo turned pale with fright, begging for mercy while shaking his body desperately, thinking leave here.

The whole body was tied up, and the whole person could only move forward like a caterpillar. The tears and snot on his face were stained with mud, and he was in an indescribable embarrassment.

Where I crawled, I could faintly see a clear water mark,

This shit is scared to pee again.

When Lu Changgeng got the blood-stained dagger, his hands visibly shook. He looked at the grave of his ancestor, gritted his teeth, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, he picked up a bowl of wine from the grave and drank it. After smashing the bowl like Lu Changle did, he strode after him and stabbed Fan Sanpao on the back of the neck. Fan Sanpao screamed like a pig, and Lu Changgeng stabbed him in the back More than ten stabs, until Lu Jinyuan pulled away.

Lu Changgeng dropped the dagger, knelt on the ground, and cried into tears.

It was finally over, Lu Jinyuan took a few young people to deal with the funeral, threw the two of them into a pit and burned their bodies to wipe out their traces.
Fan Chengyin and Fan Sanbo, the two most murderous Han women, are not worthy of being buried in the beautiful rivers and mountains of China.

With the matter of Fan's firm coming to an end, it's time to make big plans.

The incident at Lu's cemetery did not affect the treatment of sick people in the medical shed.

As soon as the news that Fuzhou Lu's can cure pimple plague spread, the number of people who came to seek medical treatment doubled.

Due to the large number of people, Lu Jindong had to hire a few more people to maintain the discipline of the team.

Lu Changle can clearly see it from the sentry box more than three feet high in the north of the village.

Outside the village:

The medical shed was surrounded by people, and from time to time, people were seen kneeling on the ground seeking medical treatment.

The people waiting in line for diagnosis and treatment extend from the medical shed all the way to the end.
To say the least, there are more than 3000 people, including soldiers in cloth armor. They lined up obediently,
They are all waiting for help, who dares to jump in line, they really dare to fight you desperately,

People from the Lu family in Fuzhou also spoke out early, and those who jumped in line will all die.
For the sake of life, one by one with their tails tucked together,

Some people continued to use horse-drawn carts to bring in urgently needed cotton cloth, food, medicinal materials and other materials for the medical shed.

People who donate materials can give priority to diagnosis and treatment, and Lu Jindong also promised that all materials will be used for treatment,
As soon as this policy was launched, it was recognized and praised by everyone.

Some cured patients kowtowed in the direction of Lu's ancestral hall before leaving.

In the village:

Lu Changle resumed training in the name of the militia to protect the countryside.

Eight hundred clan members carefully selected from the whole clan were divided into two teams, with Lu Jinyuan and Gan Hui each leading a team for training.
The two teams seem to be in a competition, and they work harder than the other during training.
Looking at the energetic juniors on the grain drying field, Lu Changle nodded secretly,
The wool of Fan's Commercial is doing well, and the rice noodles don't seem to need money to bring home.
Meat can be credited on credit, and do everything possible to get food and nutrition in the clan,
In just two months, all the skinny youngsters have grown into strong boys.
At that time, the second uncle was still worried, saying that it was too extravagant, and the food was about to catch up with the landlord's old money, so what should I do if the money is not enough?
Now that the good body has been raised, the creditor has also been turned into ashes,
Lu Changle suddenly thought of an interesting sentence: Why do you have to pay back the money you borrowed based on your strength?
Now I am borrowing money with my strength, and I use my strength to erase the debt.

It's fun to think about it.

Zheng Zhilong has been operating in Fujian for many years, with many soldiers and generals, making Fujian Zheng's private territory,
It is difficult for others to have the soil for development,
The plague had a great impact on Zheng Zhilong. According to the information sent back by Chen Qi,

The outbreak of the epidemic in the military camp was the most serious, which was related to Fan Chengyin's intentional invitation of many generals to Jiuchongtian.
A plague, Zheng Zhilong lost nearly half of his troops, but the reduction was too severe. Zheng Zhilong gave up the achievements of many years of operation,
The imperial court didn't care about pursuing responsibility, so they ran back to Jilong Mountain to avoid the epidemic.

Now is the best time to grow,
There is no shortage of people for the time being, and the Lu family in Fuzhou can summon thousands of people at any time.

After this treatment of pimple plague, and the identity of the head coach of the militia, recruiting is not a problem.

The most important thing is to get a batch of weapons. When we really fight, we can't let the clansmen charge forward with wooden sticks and kitchen knives, right?
It's a pity that weapons are contraband. Lu Changle has been collecting them secretly, but the effect is mediocre.
In addition to the weapons given by Fan San when he robbed the float, there are now 23 pairs of armor, 57 longbows, 270 pieces of knives, guns, and spears in total.

Too little, not enough to arm half the men,
I have to find a way, either find a way to grab a batch, or find a way to build it myself,
Just as Lu Changle was weighing which method was better, there was a sudden burst of cursing from a distance,

Lu Changle turned his head and saw people pushing and shoving each other in the medical shed, and patients shouting loudly,

Uncle Dong and several people are arguing about something,
In order to please Uncle Dong, those patients queuing up to seek medical treatment stood up one after another and surrounded the troublemakers.

In the end, it was Lu Jindong who persuaded everyone to leave.

Probably a few people who wanted to make trouble, Lu Changle didn't care at first,
Until Lu Zhanghe, who was humming and leading a small patrol team, appeared.

"Hello, Patriarch!" When they saw Lu Changle, they hurriedly greeted him.

Lu Changle said hello, and quickly asked curiously: "Changhe, why are you so happy, your mother asked a matchmaker to find you a wife?"

The younger generation couldn't help laughing,

Being ridiculed, Lu Changhe was not angry, he smiled and replied loudly: "The patriarch, it is a great thing, and I am happier than finding a wife. Just now a few young people from the Yang family came to the medical shed, and they said they wanted to donate rice noodles with a flattering face. , cotton cloth and other things, I just want Uncle Dong to help them cure the pimple plague. It seems that Yang Zhengbao, the patriarch of the Yang family, has rescued many Yang clan members from the pimple plague. , it is best to die overnight."

Thinking of the pimple plague caused by the Yang family in Fuzhou, his arch-rival, Lu Changhe felt an inexplicable sense of revenge.

Always grabbing water and fighting with the Lu family, killing and injuring so many people from the Lu family,

Infected with pimple plague, it is like the ancestors appearing, God opened their eyes, and they want to celebrate with a gong.

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