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Chapter 443 Democratic fusion type 'hero'

His pale face turned slightly red, he nodded and did not speak.

"It's best for this person to bring the whole family out. If he can't, just kill them all. It's not a good thing anyway." Wang Xuan looked at the red and white and continued: "Besides, be careful, this Jurchen can have With such power and influence, there must be many masters inside, so be careful not to put yourself in it."

"Understood." Qinghongbai blushed and nodded.

Wang Xuan looked inexplicably at what was going on, why he kept blushing endlessly.

The target this time is a big traitor... Fan Wencheng, a native of Shenyang, Liaodong, the seventeenth grandson of Fan Zhongyan, a famous Prime Minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, experienced four generations of emperors in the early Qing Dynasty, and was the head of civil servants.

No, you can't be called a traitor now, it's not harmonious. After all, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang and others are no longer national heroes and have been deleted from the textbooks. Qin Hui doesn't have to kneel anymore. Fan Wencheng is qualified... He is a national fusion hero!
After all, for the sake of national integration, when Prince Yu Duoduo snatched his wife to play, he would smile and applaud. The hair color has changed a bit, but it doesn't matter, he considers himself a "prairie" person.

After paying so much, it is indeed no problem to call him a "fusion" hero, after all, he has merged with Prince Yu Duoduo.

Well, let's not talk about the experts... After the Jurchen captured Fushun, Fan Wencheng and his brother Fan Wencai were not captured. At that time, he was 21 years old and only a scholar, so he took the initiative to ask Nurhachi for an official.

Talent is there, but it's just too... How should I put it, official fan, his wife is being played by others, he can bear it, and he can still laugh, what a talent.

Of course, Wang Xuan doesn't care about his character, he is not an expert, as long as it is easy to use, if there is any trick, he can deal with it directly.

It fell into my hands, do you still have any other ideas?

……

Later Jin, Fushun, and Fan Wencheng at this time, although he met Nurhachi and put forward many useful ideas, they did not get much reuse.

At night, the Fan Wencheng brothers returned to their house. It was not so easy to work in the hands of the Jurchens. Here, the Han people are basically slaves, and those who can be a coated slave are all upper-class people.

Brother Fan Wencheng's current situation is much better than that of most Han people. Although they are insulted and teased every day, kicked and slapped at every turn, at least they are officials!

Hey, why is it so quiet at home?

Pushing open the door, Fan Wencheng felt a little puzzled, opened his mouth and shouted, "Ma'am?"

At this time, he hadn't become the head of the civil servants, and he hadn't become a "fellow man" with Duoduo, so he frowned and walked in when he saw that no one was talking in the room.

The scene in front of him stunned him, and he couldn't help but exclaimed, "What are you?"

In the house, besides his gagged family members who were bound together, there were three other people, one woman and two men.

"sit down."

Unexpectedly, it was a 'woman' who spoke.

"The two of you are brothers Fan Wencheng, tsk tsk, what kind of mentality is it to be a dog for the Jurchens instead of being a good Han Chinese?"

Fan Wencheng blushed and wanted to argue, but was interrupted by waving his hands indiscriminately, "Okay, I don't need you to answer, now follow me out of the city, don't have any other thoughts."

Qinghongzaibai turned her head and looked at the two people around her, "Look at the two of them, and kill them immediately if there is a slight change. As long as you dare to speak, you don't need to ask, just kill them directly."

The crisp voice and chilling words suppressed everything Fan Wencheng wanted to say.

"Load the car and leave!"

With an order, three more people walked in from outside the door, stuffed all Fan Wencheng's family members into a carriage, and pulled them away, while the Fan Wencheng brothers walked behind indiscriminately, divided into two groups, not attracting attention.

There is no time to delay, and we must get out of the city before the gates close.

Along the way, the Fan Wencheng brothers felt a chill in their necks, and the two people around them kept their eyes on where they were, as if they were ready to chop it off at any time.

If you speak, you will be killed. This is tantamount to a scholar meeting a soldier, and you can't explain clearly, leaving Fan Wencheng, who is very confident in his eloquence, at a loss.

After leaving the city smoothly, there were already prepared horses outside the city, and they followed Liu Wenju's caravan and returned all the way.

Juehua Island.

"Master, this person is Fan Wencheng." Liu Wenju walked in front, looking at Wang Xuan and said.

Wang Xuan's eyes turned to the person behind him. He was tall, burly, fair and beardless, with panic in his eyes, obviously not sure about the situation, but it couldn't be seen on his face, and he concealed it very well.

"You are a big traitor, Fan Wencheng."

What is a traitor, a person who is a scholar, a barbarian who enters China...Of course, he just thought about it in his heart. At this time, he is not in the territory of the Jurchens, and the way of speaking and doing things has to be changed.

According to the usual style of Daming people, at this time, he must show his strength of character. Thinking of this, Fan Wencheng stood upright, raised his head slightly, and let out a cold snort from his nose, "Who are you, I, Fan Wencheng Bearing the burden of humiliation, I finally cast myself among the barbarians, and was about to slowly sneak down to spy more information, to save the people of Ming Dynasty from fire and water, and to provide more information to the imperial court, but I was destroyed by you."

"You!" Fan Wencheng roared, raised his finger and pointed at the people present, and said sharply: "I, Fan Wencheng, defiled myself to serve the barbarians. Your hands are worthy of my Ming people, the expectations of the imperial court, and our ancestors!"

Fan Wencheng's righteous words stunned the people in the hall. For a while, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. It turned out that this person was bearing the burden of humiliation, and he was not willing to join the Jurchen as he thought before.

After finishing speaking, Fan Wencheng looked at Wang Xuan sharply. According to his 20 years of knowledge, this method is especially useful against officials of the Ming Dynasty. Thinking about it, he wouldn't care about it today...

Damn it, if I didn't know what kind of conduct you are, I might really believe it.

Wang Xuan came to Fan Wencheng's side with a look of surprise, slowly stretched out his hand, and "clicked" off Fan Wencheng's chin, and the scream was only half gone in time, leaving only the whining sound in his throat.

"Bang!" A kick was lifted to the ground.

"I told you to 'bear the burden of humiliation', I told you to 'spy more information', I asked you to 'save the people of Ming Dynasty from fire and water', I asked you to 'dedicate your allegiance to the court of Ming Dynasty', damn it, I told you to brag."

Wang Xuan said to kick a kick, especially to the fleshy place. Each kick carried a trace of internal force, and the stimulated muscles began to convulse. The painful Fan Wencheng twitched all over, but he couldn't even roll over.

After beating for a long time, until the corners of Fan Wencheng's mouth started to foam, Wang Xuan finally stopped, seeing the corners of the mouths of the people around him twitching.

Pulling the man up from the ground, Wang Xuan put Fan Wencheng's chin back on, and then asked with a smile on his face: "Come on, let's say it again, you are a big traitor, Fan Wencheng?"

Fan Wencheng's mind was confused because of the pain. Since he was a child, he had never been treated like this. Even in the barbaric Jurchens, those guys would only kick him at most. How could he be beaten so hard? However, this is not the most More importantly, he looked at Wang Xuan's smiling face, as if he was not the one who beat him up just now.

Oh shit!

This is definitely not a Daming person, this is even more barbaric than the Jurchens!
Facing Wang Xuan's questioning again, Fan Wencheng trembled all over. Although his throat seemed to be on fire, he still said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, the villain is a traitor, Fan Wencheng. Greedy for power and position, this is why he took the initiative to find Nurhachi, the thief chief, to recommend himself, the villain deserves death."

"Hey, is that right? To be honest with me, I don't have the stinky problems of other superiors. I don't have such stinky problems as courtesy, corporal, tolerance, etc. Here, I only have honesty and trustworthiness. Follow the rules, understand?"

Fuck!
When did it become a bad thing to be respectful to the virtuous and corporal and to tolerate a large number of people?
Even though I'm a scholar and don't read many books, you can't lie to me!

"The villain understands, he must be honest and trustworthy, and abide by the rules." Since Wang Xuan didn't follow the rules, then... people have to bow their heads quickly under the eaves.

"From now on, work hard with me. I value you, so I pulled you out of the abyss."

"Yes, the villain is very grateful." Until now, he didn't know who the hell this person in front of him was! ?

"Wait for him to go down and cultivate."

After staying on the island for another three days, Wang Xuan decided to go to the capital to see what Beijing looks like in this era. Before leaving, Wang Xuan called Liu Wenju to explain.

"The location of Juehua Island is good. Since there are 4 people who have repaired it, let's just make it a trading port. In the future, the transactions of Guanning Army, Jurchens, Duoyan Sanwei, and Mongols will all be transferred from here. The business on this route is currently monopolized by several families in Ningbo, so let me do it well, you know, in the future, this route cannot always be eaten by you, cherish the opportunity and lay a solid foundation."

"Yes, thank you, my lord." During this period of time following Wang Xuan's work, Liu Wenju simply called out to the lord, as if he was close to him, but he was a little puzzled. Didn't Wang Xuan hate Jurchens and other foreigners? Real people are still not happy to do business, why have they changed their minds now?
Seeing the doubts in Liu Wenju's heart, Wang Xuan continued: "Wars and killing people can destroy a country physically, but economic means can also affect a country's strategy and life."

"Do you know what kind of person is the most brave and good at fighting?"

"The poor!"

"If everyone is wealthy and has food and drink, would he still be willing to be a soldier and go to the battlefield to find someone to fight for his life?"

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(The above is just chatting, now let’s talk about something serious, and it’s time to push the book that we like to hear and see. It’s also a book from our sci-fi channel. It’s good to read this kind of light-hearted book after work and life. Really, it’s not PY , The main thing is, people start with ten thousand orders, I am far worse than others, I recommend it with conscience!)

"My Day Has 48 Hours", Author: Xiaodaizhao

A month ago, Zhang Heng found that he had 24 extra hours in one day, and at the same time he was involved in a dangerous game...

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