C161 The Fan Family Shouldn't Have Lost Their Lives

While Fan Wenbin was facing the sunlight and seriously observing the half of the yellow pine root, ZhenYangzi Zi quickly hid a small box into his wide black Daoist robe. Then, he took another piece of pine root and said loudly with an excited tone, "With these two pieces of pine root, Director Huang's illness should be cured. "

Seeing this, Fan Wenbin also smiled and echoed, "Because of the failure of the selection, Director Huang was unhappy in his heart. He held back a bit of his anger and rested in White Cloud Temple. It's also a very good choice. " He sighed again and stared at Zhenyang Zi. He said faintly, "I hope Director Huang can recover soon. "

Later, he specially consulted an old TCM doctor and found out that ZhenYangzi Zi was not lying. Pine roots were bitter, warm, and not poisonous. It could indeed cure diseases such as rheumatism, bone pain, and injury. It also had the effect of replenishing kidneys and Qi.

Not long after the election of the Chamber of Commerce ended, he carried a sincere and somewhat guilty feeling. He went to the white clouds to look at Huang Weidong, but was firmly blocked by Zhenyang Zi outside the mountain gate. This made Fan Wenbin very unhappy for a few days, but at this time, this unhappiness had long dissipated.

To be honest, He also felt very surprised about the outcome of the election of the Chamber of Commerce this time. Before this, he was busy gathering funds to solve the urgent matter of burning his butt, so he didn't have time to worry about this matter.

Moreover, Huang Weidong also used his identity as the First Vice President of the Chamber of Commerce to raise a large sum of money for him and helped him a lot. He had already personally promised Huang Weidong that he would vote for him. How could he go back on his words?

That day, in the Yellow River Pearl Club, when Fan Wenbin heard that he was elected as the new president of the Chamber of Commerce, he couldn't help but glance at Huang Weidong. When he saw Huang Weidong's gloomy face, he felt a little sorry for his old friend.

However, it was hard to accept a situation like this. At this point, he couldn't say that he didn't want to be the president in front of Deputy County Head Chen Yan Qing and all the members of the Chamber of Commerce. It was better to let Huang Weidong be the president. If that happened, wouldn't it become a huge joke? Wouldn't the people of the Great Safety County be very interested in talking about it after dinner?

He was very clear about the results of this Chamber of Commerce election. The mental blow to Huang Weidong was far greater than Pang Chengchuan's. Because, since the first day of the Chamber of Commerce's establishment, Huang Weidong was the first Vice President, but in reality, he was the President. He was the one who kept his word and controlled the Chamber of Commerce for decades.

Before this, in order to ensure the success of this election, Huang Weidong had spent a lot of manpower and financial resources. He had made ample preparations. He had full confidence in defeating Pang Chengchuan and thought that he could be elected again. Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly changed. In the end, he actually failed the election.

Not to mention Fan Wenbin and the other members of the Chamber of Commerce, even those unrelated spectators on the streets would think that losing the election meant something to Huang Weidong. He would definitely find it hard to accept, and he would not be able to swallow this resentment.

Hence, escaping from the mall that schemed against and schemed against each other and coming to White Cloud Temple to recuperate for a period of time, it naturally became Huang Weidong's choice. It was also his first choice. Other than that, he had no other choice.

At this moment, in the wilderness, when he saw Fan Wenbin speak in such a manner, Zhenyang Yangzi naturally understood the wish in his heart. He wanted to meet Huang Weidong one day earlier and explain the truth of the election to him, but this was the thing that Zhenyang Yangzi did not want to see the most.

Once Huang Weidong knew the truth, his resentment towards Fan Wenbin would naturally be transferred to him. At that time, he, Zhen Yangzi, would become Huang Weidong's primary target to vent his resentment, and he would not be able to compare to Fan Wenbin, Pang Chengchuan, and would not have the ability to resist Huang Weidong at all. He could only allow him to be slaughtered as he pleased.

"Director Fan, the doctor has reminded you many times to rest in peace and not to meet outsiders. " Zheng Yangzi used the same reason as the previous few times and said very tactfully, "After he recovers, you will see him again, and it will be better. "

These few words were full of reason and sounded very pleasing to the ears. It was completely for the sake of both parties and there was no reason to refute it at all. However, after careful analysis, one would understand that this was only a very clever and adequate excuse.

Regarding this, how could Fan Wenbin, who had been through business for a long time, not understand? But he could not refute it. He could only faintly smile as if he understood and say, "If Director Huang's illness recovers, please tell me. "

Later, when it was almost New Year's, Zhenyang Zi called and said that Huang Weidong's illness had fully recovered. When he could come to White Cloud Temple to meet, Fan Wenbin lived in the Mental Energy Rehabilitation Treatment Center of Xijing City. Even if he wanted to see Huang Weidong, he could not go.

"Alright, alright. " Seeing that Fan Wenbin listened to his words and did not want to go to White Cloud Temple anymore, Zhenyang Zi was very pleased in his heart. He said, "If Director Huang's illness recovers, I will immediately call you. "

When he said this, he thought to himself that as long as Fan Wenbin did not go to White Cloud Temple now, it would be fine. As for in the future, regardless of how Huang Weidong's condition was, he would not call. That would be his problem. He had to deal with today's matter first. There was still a long way to go, and he would talk about the future later.

On the day that he came to Baiyun Monastery to recuperate, Huang Weidong could not help but call his son, Huang Chengzong, to ask about the current situation of Han Hongelectrical appliances. However, after hearing a few words from his son, he became furious and shouted loudly.

Although Huang Chengzong did not hear a single word of what Huang Chengzong said, judging from Huang Weidong's abnormally irritable expression, his son must have done something that his father thought should not have done. Otherwise, he would not have had such a furious expression.

In the few years that Han Hongelectrical appliances had been in charge of ginseng, ZhenYangzi Zi had already become very familiar with the temperament of the Huang father and son. Whether it was Huang or Goldie, they both loved face very much. They were the kind of people who liked to make people wear high hats.

This point was completely different from Hua Cheng Group's Fan Wenbin, and Red Leaf Hotel's Pang Chengchuan. Everyone loved to hear good things, but to those who spoke good things, they had to treat them rationally, and to those sweet words, they had to calmly analyze them. They absolutely could not believe everything they heard.

Fan Wenbin used an analysis method that divided the words that he said to ZhenYangzi Zi into two. When he saw that he agreed very readily, he also understood that this was merely a very popular and very common way of dealing with them, and he definitely could not treat it seriously.

At this moment, looking at the back of ZhenYangzi, whose figure was gradually becoming more and more blurry, standing in the bone-piercing cold wind, Fan Wenbin could not help but heavily sigh. Instantly, he felt that his mood had become much more sorrowful.

This was life, a very realistic and cruel life, a life that no one could change. Regardless of whether it was himself or Huang Weidong, as well as many people who were still alive, they all had very helpless lives. However, they had no choice but to muster up their courage every day and face life with smiles.

As far as the eye could see, countless trees and weeds were swaying in the cold wind. It was extremely pitiful, and it added an indescribable desolate, bleak, and sorrowful atmosphere to the desolate desert.

A strong gust of cold wind swept up the snow and drifted in the air, reflecting dazzling and colorful colors. Although the sun was shining brightly on this wilderness, it was still cold and lonely.

Standing on this desolate beach, Fan Wenbin seemed to see the first generation ancestor of the Fan Clan, Fan Shide, through the desolation in front of him. More than two hundred years ago, it was also such a cold winter. He followed the old lady to escape from the desolate land and arrived at Da An.

After that, he got up early and started from scratch. On the desolate riverbank, which was also today's Fan Family, he built a few simple houses that could only shelter him from the wind and rain. He treated them as his own home to live in.

In the hands of his second generation ancestor, especially after his father and brother died mysteriously, Fan Jinggeng, who had been a advisor in the county government office, became the head manager of the Fan Family. He raised the sky above the head of the Fan Family, which was on the verge of collapse.

After a period of reorganization, the huge Fan family was divided into four smaller families. When the branches of the four smaller families bloomed, they finally struggled to stand up from the edge of depression.

It was the Jiaqing period of the Great Qing Dynasty. The Fan family had four rooms, which was Fan Jinggeng's room. There was a person called Fan Chenghan. He had done something even more glorious than Fan Jinggeng, and at the same time, he had brought an even more unfortunate misfortune to the Fan family.

This ancestor, Fan Chenghan, had never been an obedient person since he was young. When he grew up, he was like a wild horse on the Mongol grassland. He was even more unruly and bold. Unknowingly, he had secretly joined a secret underground organization called the Tianli Cult.

Later on, the officials of the government, in a very cold winter day like today, stormed into the Fan family's ferry with guns and knives and surrounded the forty to fifty people of the Fan family. It was only then that everyone knew that Fan Chenghan had followed a group of brothers of the Tianli Cult on a night more than ten days ago. Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, they secretly sneaked into the heavily guarded Forbidden City and wanted to kill the Emperor.

This was an even more shocking and shocking event that had left a trace of glory in history. Of course, it was also an event that was destined to fail from the very beginning.

In the imperial palace, the other dozens of brothers from the Heaven's Path Sect were all killed by the Qing army who rushed over after hearing the news. As for the quick-witted Fan Chenghan, he was nowhere to be seen. Until now, no one knew where he was hiding.

It was this Fan Chenghan who was so bold that he dared to take out the Saber Demon Wolf. On a very cold winter morning, he dragged the forty to fifty people of the Fan Family into an unfathomable abyss that almost wiped out the entire family.

Later, when he restarted the Fan Family Manual in the 1990s, he also recorded this seemingly glorious feat. Although it was only a few dozen words, when he read it, it made people tremble with fear. In addition to that, he also secretly developed a trace of reverence towards this ancestor called Fan Chenghan.

"The ancestor became a Han. From his small guts, he was far more daring than ordinary people. As for his long hair, he was Judas, and he joined the Church of Heavenly Principles. The 18th year of celebration of the Qing Dynasty, which was the morning of September 15, 1813, rushed into the Forbidden City with dozens of brothers from the Church of Heavenly Principles, wanting to assassinate the Emperor. However, the matter was lost, and after a bloody battle, it was unknown whether the Emperor was dead or alive.

The incident that Emperor Jiaqing referred to as the "thing that caused the undoing of the Han, Tang, and Song Ming" made a batch of disciples of the Heavenly Justice famous in history. At the same time, it also created a miserable scene where countless people fell to the ground. Even the Fan Clan, which was far away at the banks of the Yellow River in the northwest, was almost completely wiped out.

Two hundred years ago, in that very cold and terrifying winter morning, if not for the instant when the government raised their butcher's knife, another incredible and miraculous thing would have happened, there would probably not have been the Fan Clan after that.

When his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, was alive, every time he talked about this matter, it would have a huge impact in the family's history. It would almost destroy the entire family. Once he talked about the ancestor called Fan Chenghan, he would sigh and love to say a word.

"It's a pity that it was only one step away from success, but it failed in the end. This was destined by the heavens. There was no way to blame him. If not, then the Fan Clan might not be like this anymore. "

If the matter was successful, what would the Fan Clan become? When the white-haired Fan Zhengkun expressed his regret to his eldest grandson, Fan Wenbin, he did not know the truth.

Two hundred years later, his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, had left this world forever. When he was still alive, he said, "It's not like this now," but what was it like?

Fan Wenbin, who was standing in the cold wind, seemed to have seen something else when he recalled the words his grandfather had said. This was a scene of devastation, desolation, and misery.

In this desolate and ancient desolate desert, countless bloody incidents had definitely occurred since ancient times. Otherwise, why were the trees and grass so healthy and strong? Even today after the snowfall, when it was sunny, it was still very tenacious in the cold wind.

Later, his grandfather also told him that in that very cold morning, forty to fifty people of the Fan Family, young and old, were tightly tied up in the riverbank filled with trees and weeds. When faced with the high raised large blades of the government that flashed with a piercingly cold light, they also saw the surging waves of the Yellow River that soared into the sky.

Just at this moment that decided the Fan Family's fate in the future, a fast horse galloped towards the cold wind. The person on the horse did not dismount and only whispered a few words to the official in charge. After that, he pulled the horse's head and sped away, leaving behind a cloud of dust that drifted in the cold wind.

Of course, everyone present, including the executors and the commoners who were watching the show, did not hear what was said, much less the people of the Fan family who were kneeling on the ground and patiently waiting for the blade to behead them.

Then, an unbelievable scene appeared. The leader of the officials shouted in surprise and also loudly ordered the soldiers to release forty to fifty people of the Fan family. He then quickly withdrew his troops and returned to the county office.

All of this happened very suddenly, and it disappeared even more suddenly, causing the men, women, old and old of the Fan family to. . . Two hundred years later, today, they still had not figured out what was going on.

Every time his grandfather Fan Zhengkun spoke up to here, he could not help but let out a long and short sigh. Facing the question of his eldest grandson, Fan Wenbin, he said something that caused people to be unable to figure out what was going on. "A child without a mother should be taken care of by the heavens. The Fan family should not be destroyed. "

Yes, with the care of the heavens, the Fan Clan should not be destroyed. Looking at the desolate and desolate ruins in front of him, deep in Fan Wenbin's heart, he could not help but sigh like his grandfather.

The Fan family, which should not have died, stood valiantly and valiantly on both sides of the Yellow River two hundred years later. Perhaps, their days in the future would become more and more prosperous.

When he thought of this, the depression in these few days actually disappeared completely. Fan Wenbin's heart brightened up a lot, and it also became much more open. Jin could not help but laugh loudly.

When the laughter was still echoing above his head, his phone rang. A clear and sonorous Spanish bullfighting dance instantly replaced the laughter. Fan Wenbin took out his phone and took a look. When he saw that it was Dong Mi, Zhao Yu's number, he thought for a moment before answering the call.

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Yu said anxiously, "Director Fan, the county's environmental protection bureau people are here. They just came. The leader is a deputy director called Wu Chaohai. He said that he has urgent matters to discuss with you. Director Fan, please come back quickly.