Han’s Son is Not a Slave

The cracked snuff bottle splintered Fan Sanpu's hand, and blood dripped on the quilt.

Liu Shi was so frightened that she hurriedly grabbed a handkerchief to wrap it up, but Fan Sanba shoved her away. Liu Shi's steps were unsteady, and he fell to the ground and let out a soft cry. When the servant saw it, he was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the young lady up.

Seeing his wife's slightly protruding stomach, Fan Sanba felt a little regretful. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything. He just sat there in a daze, staring at the blood stains on the quilt.

The blood gradually solidified, but the broken porcelain was still in his hands.

"uncle."

Liu Shi called out softly. Fan Sanba glanced at her, sighed, and waved her down. Liu Shi was helpless and had to leave the house with his servants. The moment the door was closed, Liu saw her husband suddenly burying his head in the quilt and sobbing.

The servants heard the master's cry, but no one dared to whisper, they just pretended that they didn't hear anything, but they were worried and frightened in their hearts. They didn't know what happened, they only knew that the master of the family was in prison, and the young master was also injured by officers and soldiers. This was something that was unthinkable in the past.

Liu Shi was also tired, both physically and mentally.

"Go down and rest."

When the servants heard the voice of the young lady, they retreated lightly one by one, as if they were being forgiven.

Liu Shi stood for a while, until her husband no longer heard the sound of crying, and then let the two personal maids help her to rest.

Maybe, as soon as I wake up, the master will come back.

The Fan family compound remains the same as before.

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The Fan family compound is very big, because it was the emperor of the Qing Dynasty who specially decreed the production, so the layout was very large when the construction started. On the lintel of the atrium is inlaid the stone carvings of the "Imperial Business" certificate given by the internal affairs library. In the Zhonghe Hall, in addition to the portraits of the ancestors of the Fan family, it also enshrines the imperial decree of the Household Affairs Office of Naturalization given to the Fan family by the emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

From the perspective of the Fan family, that imperial decree is more important than the ancestors. Without this imperial decree, his Fan family is just an ordinary Shanxi merchant. With this imperial decree, his Fan family is the emperor of the Qing Dynasty.

As long as the Qing Dynasty lasts for ten thousand years, his Fan family will also last ten thousand years. This is Daqing's reward for his Fan family's 30 years of service to Daqing, and a return for his 30-year investment in the Fan family.

The Fan family wouldn't care if the world called them traitors, they were businessmen, and what they wanted was profit.

If the Qing Dynasty can bring benefits to them, they have done nothing wrong.

What's wrong with businessmen chasing profit!

"Wealth can be sought, even if a man with a whip is a man, or not. All the world's prosperity is for profit, and the whole world is for profit. The king of a thousand vehicles, a prince of ten thousand families, and a prince of a hundred families, They are still suffering from poverty, and the people who make up households are like ordinary people.”

This sentence of Confucius and the family motto of Fan Yongdou are engraved on the pillars of Zhonghe Hall. When every descendant of the Fan family worships their ancestors, they can see the family motto "Being a man before doing business, and cultivating virtue before being a man."

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After the young lady left, Butler Zhao was still waiting for news in the wing outside the Zhonghe Hall. These days, the Fan family has used all human and material resources to stop a firm to deliver news of the provincial capital. After decades of savings, the Fan family got not only a huge family property, but also a solid background. The people who conveyed the news for the Fan family were all fast horses, the first-class Mongolian horses, and those messengers were also good hands outside the gang, and there were many elite soldiers from the nine sides of the former Ming Dynasty.

Fan Yongdou was captured by the officers and soldiers. If it wasn't for the officers and soldiers, the Fan family could easily mobilize an armed force of no less than a thousand people in Zhangjiakou. They can call in more if they have time. These people, nominally the Fan family's buddies and servants, are actually the Fan family's private soldiers. It's just that these private soldiers exist to protect the Fan family's caravan, and they have the support of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, so no one dares to ask.

Qian Shiyong was the private soldier of the Fan family. He had just returned from Mongolia outside the mouth. Before he could receive the reward and rest for a few days, he was sent to the provincial capital by the housekeeper Zhao Fu. The dozens of good players who came back with the caravan with him all went to the provincial capital.

When Qian Shiyong came back, his horse was already panting and foaming, and it would collapse at any time. But Qian Shiyong couldn't take care of the horse anymore, he rushed to the door, slapped and shouted hard.

The lanterns hanging on both sides of the gate swayed in the cold wind, and Qian Shiyong's vision flickered.

The door was slowly opened, Qian Shiyong rushed in, and said a few words to Butler Zhao, who had been waiting for news. Butler Zhao felt cold hands and feet on the spot, and then madly rushed to find the young mistress.

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In his sleep, Fan Sanba suddenly felt as if he was being shaken, and there seemed to be crying in his ears.

Startled, he opened his eyes and saw that it was his wife who was shaking him. Looking at it again, the room was full of people, including the housekeeper Zhao, several of my father's concubines, two uncles and aunts, and there were tears on everyone's face.

Fan Yong put his four-year-old son Fan Yuxin in his nurse's arms and looked curiously at his father lying on the bed.

"This..."

Fan Sanba was startled~www.wuxiamtl.com~ abruptly stood up and asked his wife, "What happened? Why are you all crying!" But no one answered him, instead he cried even more sadly.

Fan San was heartbroken, grabbed his wife's hand, and asked in a trembling voice, "Did something happen to my father!"

Liu Shi was only choking, she was terrified.

"Stop crying, speak quickly!" Fan Sanba became anxious.

Fan Sanba's second uncle, Fan Yongqin, was about to speak, but Butler Zhao suddenly knelt on the ground and cried, "Young master, there is news from the provincial capital that the imperial court will sack our Fan family!"

As soon as Butler Zhao finished speaking, Mrs. Liu cried and lay on her husband's body, shaking uncontrollably. Everyone's cry grew louder, it was a cry of fear.

"What? Impossible, impossible!"

Fan Sanba didn't believe it at all, he didn't believe it at all, his father had been to the Forbidden City, and the emperor himself gave him a banquet, gave his father a yellow jacket, made his family an imperial merchant, and brought his family into the House of Internal Affairs, how could he be fanned by him? The house is full of chopping!

It's impossible, absolutely impossible!

Fan Sanba couldn't believe it, his face was flushed red, and his fists were clenched tightly. Because of the force, he tore the coagulated wound and blood dripped again.

Fan Yongqin held back his tears and said with grief and indignation: "Sanba, it's true. The news is that people from the provincial capital spent a lot of money to get it out of the governor's yamen, and the people who reported the news rushed to raid the city in front of our officers and soldiers. I'm afraid it's coming!...We...our Fan family...finished..."

Fan Sanba seemed to have been struck by lightning, and stayed there, blood rushing up from his chest, "Ah!" he yelled out a mouthful of black blood, and tilted his head to the ground.

"Master! Master!"

Everyone was so frightened that they rushed forward, and Liu's six gods had no masters. In the chaos, the concierge rushed into the house with no color on all three faces, and shouted in a panic, "It's not good, it's not good, the officers and soldiers have entered the house!"