Chapter 30: The Death of Xu Chunshen

Wang Shu listened, and secretly said in his heart: "So decisive." ”

He thought about what Lu Lin would say after he came, but he never expected it to be so neat. Xu Chunshen was treated as a victim.

To be honest, Xu Chunshen's family wealth is really a big piece of fat.

If the imperial court can swallow it in one bite, it can top the taxes of several provinces. It can be relieved of the urgency of the moment.

It's just that compared to the long-term business tax, the Xu family's wealth is nothing.

Besides, it is impossible for the imperial court to keep raiding homes.

Wang Shu said: "Xu thief has today, it is the court education, the four seas are leveled, there is this thief to start a family, this thief is not only not grateful to Dade, and the court to spend the difficult times, but embezzlement the size of the profit, the rat is blind, there is today's disaster, not only several generations of family business, entrusted to the people, even the head of the item, can not be preserved, is it a pity?" Mr. Lu, do you think it is yes or no? ”

Lu Lin took a deep breath, his lips were a little pale, and said, "Yes." ”

Lu Lin could also hear Wang Shu's finger scolding Huai with his heels, and it was completely appropriate to replace the word "Xu thief" with "Lu thief," or other so-and-so thieves.

Even the thief himself is a little inappropriate.

Although the Xu family has been in business for several generations, Xu Chunshen's father is also a salt merchant.

But the Xu family's parents and ancestors were just ordinary businessmen. He is one of the most ordinary businessmen in the Ming Dynasty, and it is Xu Chunshen who has become a big businessman.

Where do you get generations?

But these words are all right for the Jiangnan gentry.

Among the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River, most of them had a little background after the Jingkang disaster and made a fortune in the Suzhou and Hangzhou regions. It's not just several generations, if the Lu family, the natives of the south of the Yangtze River, have been there since the Han Dynasty at all, and there have been dozens of generations.

The naked threat could not be more obvious.

And Lu Lin understands that the soldiers of the three battalions in Suzhou City are sharpening their knives, so that this matter is not just a threat.

Lu Lin actually felt deep down in his heart that Wang Shu probably didn't dare to kill the gentry, but he didn't dare to take risks.

The foundation of the ancestors for dozens of generations, how can they die today, it is easy to say that the bet wins, but what if the bet is lost?

He couldn't afford to gamble.

Lu Lin felt aggrieved in his heart, but he still said: "What the adults said is very true. ”

"I waited for the emperor's grace in the world, and now when the court is useful for us, I will naturally do my best."

Wang Shu said: "What about commercial taxes? ”

Lu Lin said: "Everything is at your disposal. ”

Wang Shu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and said, "Mr. Lu, you really understand the righteousness. ”

Immediately in the following conversation, the atmosphere of saber rattling was much less.

After Wang Shu sent Lu Lin away, he waited for Zhang Li to send Xu Chunshen's confession.

Wang Shu looked at it and counted it

Finger high. Looking closely, it was Xu Chunshen who didn't know how many people were in the water. What should be said and what should not be said, all said.

From Beijing to Songjiang, whether it is officialdom or the black materials of the local gentry, they are all said.

Under the punishment of Jinyiwei, what secrets can Xu Chunshen keep?

When Wang Shu saw it, he was also filled with righteous indignation, especially for Chen Yue's many black materials, and secretly said in his heart: "This Jiangnan Sifu is simply rotten." ”

Wang Shu also used a lot of effort to suppress Wang Shu's idea of cleaning up the officialdom in Jiangnan.

This is actually a very normal thing.

The wealth of Jiangnan, with the power of these officials, with just a little action, there can be a steady stream of money flowing into the pocket, how many people can stick to their nature?

It's just that Wang Shu understands very well, what is he here for?

He's here to advance the commercial tax.

The collection of commercial taxes is the top priority. These things are to be let go.

But letting it go doesn't mean not pursuing it.

He summoned the Jinyi Guard, sealed all these things, and sent them to Jingshi. The matter can be left unhandled, but it cannot be left untold to His Majesty.

Subsequently, in the name of Qincha, he sentenced Xu Chunshen to death for harming people's lives, which was heinous, and sentenced him to death. In addition, if you do not report to the Criminal Department, you will not wait for the autumn, and you will abandon the market on a certain day.

This is also a reassurance to the Jiangnan gentry and draws an end to this matter.

Xu Chunshen is still very well-connected.

Therefore, before the day of the execution, someone sandwiched the news in the rice and brought it in.

Xu Chunshen was covered in bruises at the moment, looking dying, but he didn't hurt his muscles and bones. If he can get out, he will only need to raise it for a few days, and he will be fine.

It's just that it looks a little miserable. Xu Chunshen didn't have a chance to go out to cultivate.

He confessed one by one under the punishment of Jinyiwei that day, and in fact, he already knew that there was no possibility for him to get out alive, and this ending was nothing more than sooner or later.

Even when he first started, he had already thought about it.

Compared with those competitors who were physically eliminated by him by various means, his retribution did not come too early.

He called the jailer and said, "Yes, bring me some pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." ”

Today's jailer is already a member of the state establishment, but he still can't stop the Xu family's silver bullet offensive, although it is impossible to let him go, but it is okay to let go a little in other aspects.

After a while, Xu Chunshen took the four treasures of the study, poured a little water into the inkstone alone, pinched the ink pillar with one hand, and teased the sleeve with the other.

Slowly grinding one after another.

For a while, countless images skipped from his mind, how he took over the family business of more than 1,000 properties from his father, how he gambled on Songjiang's salt monopoly, and how he used various means to feed officials large and small.

How to get to where you are today, step by step.

is famous all over the world, and he feels that he is not much worse than Shen Wansan.

It's just that it ended up like this.

At the last moments of his life, he asked himself, do you regret it?

Most things are not regretted, he does not regret using ruthless means to treat competitors, whether it is to find fewer people to intercept and kill, or to buy officials to frame them.

Because everyone is in the mall, who can really sit bigger, who is cleaner than whom?

Suppose he fails. And now the one who is locked up here is just a Li, Wang, or Shen. Nothing will change.

If you commit exactly the same crime, you can hang it up.

But there is one thing that I regret when I think about it now.

It's just regretting not studying.

I regret that I feel that the Four Books and Five Classics are pedantic words, and I don't have the heart to study, I only feel that I have excellent knowledge and look down on Zhu Xi's clichés. I prefer the opportunity to fight in the business sea and make money.

But it was only at this time that he really understood.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty.

The real ruler of this country is the scholar. And not a businessman.

Even if he has a fortune of 10 million taels, he will only die a little faster. And if Wang Yue hadn't invested in Shaofu at the beginning, and now Wang Yue's achievements in the shopping mall may not be impossible.

But now the Wang Yue family is just the legacy left from before, hundreds of thousands of taels, but the current Wang family is not much stronger than the Xu family.

Xu Chunshen sighed lightly, only to feel that his hands were wet.

But I don't know when, the ink is already full.

Xu Chunshen pinched his pen for a moment and left a suicide note for his wife and children.

When he met him, he might be confiscated of his property, but he would never let his wife and children be implicated.

Only his wife knew the secret words, and he told her the few things he had left behind.

It's not much, about 100,000 taels, as long as you don't spend a lot of money, it's enough for your children and grandchildren to live for several generations.

In the end, Xu Chunshen told them not to collect his body, leave Songjiang immediately, leave Songjiang's family business, and go to Hebei to settle down. Incognito.

From now on, do not engage in business, do not engage in business, and those who engage in business in the generations after will be expelled from the family.

You must read, you must read to test your fame.

The more Xu Chunshen wrote, the more excited he became, and finally left a line of words, which was written with grief and indignation, jumping out of the paper, which seemed to be the condensation of Xu Chunshen's lifelong experience.

That is: everything is inferior, only reading is high.

These ten words seem ordinary, but those who really understand know that they are written in blood.

Those who know know their blood and tears, and those who don't know are just pedantics.

After the suicide note was written and sent out of prison, Xu Chunshen sat with his eyes closed all day long, not saying a word, not dead, but his heart was already like ashes.