lcionline Chapter 863 Dismount
Chapter 863 Dismount
He was checking the newly developed batik fabric. Seeing the injured appearance of the guys and the mess of the dyeing workshop, his face suddenly became gloomy. But soon, he calmed down and began to think about countermeasures. First, he sent people to inquire around, and soon found out the source of the rumor and the mastermind behind it. Then, he spent a lot of money to invite Zhang Henian, the most famous doctor in the imperial medical department in the capital, to set up a table in front of the dyeing workshop and inspect the fabrics of Lin's dyeing workshop in front of everyone. "Dear fellow villagers, Zhang is here today to give Lin's dyeing workshop a clean name!" Zhang Henian was dressed in official uniform and looked serious. "I will steam, soak, wipe and other multiple tests on these fabrics. If they are really toxic, Zhang is willing to guarantee it with his life!" As the test progressed, the onlookers gradually quieted down. Zhang Henian used a silver needle to test the water soaked in the fabric, and the silver needle did not change color; he also let the experimental animals touch the fabric, and the animals did not have any abnormal reactions. "It has been proven that the fabrics of Lin's Dyeing House are not only non-toxic, but the dyes used are also natural herbs, which are beneficial and harmless to the human body!" As soon as Zhang Henian finished speaking, there was an exclamation at the scene. After solving the rumor problem, Lin Yuan hired a group of extraordinary escorts from the rivers and lakes to guard the dyeing house day and night. These escorts all have unique skills, and the swords on their waists gleam coldly in the sun. Seeing this, the ruffians no longer dare to make trouble easily. But Lin Yuan knew that this was not enough. He wanted to completely reverse the situation and let those who tried to suppress him never have another chance. After several days of planning, he decided to hold an unprecedented fabric fair. He sent out invitations to invite dignitaries, literati, and wealthy businessmen in the capital to participate.
The cold wind of late autumn wrapped in drizzle slapped the charred beams of Lin's dyeing factory. Lin Yuan stepped on the broken porcelain on the ground, bent down to pick up half a piece of the deformed dye vat, and touched the gap on the edge of the porcelain with his fingertips, as if he could feel his own broken situation. The fire three days ago not only burned up half a year's inventory, but also caused an uproar in the market - some people said with certainty that Lin's dyeing factory was punished by God. "Sir, the doctor said that the workers were poisoned..." The voice of the dyeing factory manager, Lao Chen, trembled, "It seems to be the crane's top red from Nanyang, and ordinary doctors can't cure it at all." Lao Chen's sleeves were still stained with cigarette ash from the firefighting, and the dark circles under his eyes told of the days of running around. Lin Yuan looked in the direction of the backyard, where seventeen workers were lying with foam at the mouth, the youngest of whom was only fourteen years old. As dusk deepened, Lin Yuan rode out of the city alone. The stench of the mass graves on the outskirts of the city mixed with rain hit him in the face. He turned over and dismounted, took out a silver ingot from his bosom and stuffed it into the gravekeeper's hand. "Did anyone bring a corpse into the city at the hour of Yin three days ago?" The gravekeeper took the silver with a trembling voice and pointed to the northwest: "The guys at Zuixianlou in the west of the city dragged two sacks and said that it was a servant who died of illness..." The clues gradually gathered like spider silk. Lin Yuan disguised himself as a cloth merchant and worked as a waiter in Zuixianlou for three days. When he delivered wine to the private room on the second floor for the seventh time, he finally heard a familiar voice - Wang Shilang's master was toasting with Sun, the shopkeeper of the cloth shop: "Then Lin Yuan is ungrateful and has cut off people's wealth, so he must pay the price..." The evidence was almost collected, but the most critical link was still missing. Lin Yuan remembered the criminal investigation documentary he had watched before crossing over, and decided to "lure the snake out of its hole". He deliberately spread the word that the dyeing factory would reopen in three days, and invited dignitaries from the court to come and cut the ribbon. Sure enough, on the eve of the opening, several masked black shadows climbed over the wall and entered. Lin Yuan was well prepared, and captured them in one fell swoop with the guards who had been ambushed in advance. Under torture, the black-clad man in the lead finally revealed the mastermind behind the scenes - it was Minister Wang who had impeached him many times, and Shopkeeper Sun who was resentful because the dyeing factory had taken away his business. In the court, the jade steps and red steps glowed coldly in the morning light. Lin Yuan held the physical evidence and knelt in front of the Golden Palace, saying in a sonorous voice: "I have a report to make! Recently, the dyeing factory was poisoned and set on fire, and the mastermind behind the scenes was..." His eyes swept across Minister Wang's face, which suddenly changed color, and presented the evidence one by one: the fragments of the poisoned wine jar, the confession of the black-clad man, and the letters between Shopkeeper Sun and Minister Wang. Minister Wang fell to his knees, his hat flap shaking violently: "Your Majesty, please understand! This is Lin Yuan's frame-up!" The emperor twisted his beard and his eyes wandered between the two. Lin Yuan suddenly kowtowed heavily, his forehead knocking on the blue bricks with a dull sound: "I am also guilty! I was too hasty in implementing the new policy and failed to understand the difficulties of my colleagues. Please punish me, Your Majesty!" There was silence in the hall, and only the sound of dripping water from the copper leak could be heard clearly. After a long time, the emperor sighed: "Although the Lin family is radical, they are wholeheartedly for the country. Minister Wang, you are an official appointed by the court, but you colluded with merchants and did such a despicable thing... Come, remove Minister Wang from his post and put him in prison! Shopkeeper Sun will immediately confiscate his property to set an example!" After resolving the crisis in the court, Lin Yuan did not take time to rest, and immediately devoted himself to rebuilding the dyeing workshop. He personally went to the dock to pick up the mulberry silk that was urgently shipped from Jiangnan. When bargaining with the captain of the ship, he did not have the airs of a minister of industry at all. On the day when the dyeing workshop resumed work, he rolled up his sleeves and cleaned the dye vats and debugged the new machines with the workers. "Sir, please take a break." Lao Chen handed over a bowl of cold tea, "You haven't slept for three days." Lin Yuan took the tea bowl, looked at the busy workshop, and finally smiled. The newly mixed indigo dye in the dye vat glowed in the sun, just like the mysterious blue light on the jade pendant when he first came to this world. The reconstruction process was not smooth sailing. Some workers resigned for fear of being attacked again, so Lin Yuan went door to door to persuade them; when funds were difficult to turn over, he sold his collection of calligraphy and paintings. In the most difficult times, he even personally led a caravan to escort goods and crossed the mountain roads where bandits were rampant. Three months later, in the morning, when the first brand new brocade slowly fell from the loom, the Lin family was jubilant. This brocade has peacock blue as the background color, and is embroidered with lifelike dragons and phoenixes-exactly the same as the pattern of the jade pendant when he traveled through time. Lin Yuan stroked the smooth silk and suddenly remembered the rainy night that changed his fate, and the panic he felt when he first arrived in ancient times. At this time, a new ballad has quietly spread in the streets of Beijing: "Minister Lin of the Ministry of Industry is clever in planning and can turn the tide to relieve thousands of worries. On the day when the dyeing workshop reopens, the whole country will be filled with brocade." Lin Yuan stood on the high platform of the dyeing workshop, looking at the merchants who came to place orders, and he knew in his heart that this was just the beginning. In this turbulent court and business, he still has more storms to face, and he is no longer the panicked time traveler.