Chapter 126 Hanging on the Roadside
The next day, Song Qingwan got up early so that she could catch up with her younger brothers in exercising. She joined them, then washed up and had breakfast.

While explaining the down jacket matter to Song Qingya and Xie Qingcheng, she wrote down some methods of dealing with the fluff. After explaining everything to the two, she followed Le Fei in the carriage to the barren mountains outside the city.

She wanted to go check on the progress of her father's terraced fields first. It was said that after the beggars joined in the renovation of the terraced fields, the villagers suddenly started clamoring to work again, and the wages were naturally lower than before.

Now everyone should be well behaved, otherwise you won’t even have a low-paying job and will just be left starving.

With the villagers employed by the court, there would naturally be no need for so many people on the terraced fields.

The fine factory workers, who were previously composed of beggars, naturally moved to the brick and tile factories and coal mining, jobs that were led by Mo Shi.

But speaking of coal mining, Song Qingwan suddenly remembered that she seemed to have not reported this matter to Li Minghe, and then she found that she seemed to have no idea where to find him.

She couldn't just go straight to the East Palace, right? Who would believe her?

Song Qingwan never took the initiative to look for Li Minghe, but the man always appeared by her side in time. For a moment, she didn't know whether to feel lost or happy.

"Lao Le, I forgot to report the coal mining matter to the prince. Where can I find him?" She didn't even pay attention to the name of the place where she often met Li Minghe. What a failure.

Song Qingwan held her chin in her hand, speechless to herself.

Le Fei drove the carriage leisurely and replied casually, "Everyone knows that Mingyue Cottage is the residence of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince among the common people. It should be possible for you to pass the message there."

Oh, so the place is called Mingyue Cottage. "Then let's go there on our way back." This will prevent her from being complained by others.

"Okay, but girl, there's a man hanged on the big tree in front~" Le Fei said it as if it was a normal thing, he must have seen this kind of scene many times.

Song Qingwan lifted the curtain and looked forward, she saw groups of people watching and pointing, but no one dared to step forward to let the man down.

"Go and put the man down." How desperate must one be to hang himself so early in the morning?

If you are not afraid of death, why would you be afraid of a little difficulty? Song Qingwan couldn't understand and didn't sympathize, but she was still willing to lend a hand.

After Song Qingwan came out and took the reins of the horse, Le Fei used his Qinggong skills to fly over and quickly freed the man.

Because the man looked like he had just died, Le Fei subconsciously reached out to touch the hanged man's neck.

"Hey, he's still alive." The pulse is still beating. I have to say, this guy is really lucky.

"Ah! That's impossible. It's been hanging there for a long time."

"Yes, it was hung on the roadside before daybreak. Someone went to report it, but the official didn't show up."

"Is there still hope? Could it be that he is faking his death?"

"It's impossible to fake a corpse in broad daylight! Who is this person? He's dressed so well, obviously a rich man, but he actually hanged himself?"

"I know him! He is Fu Rongping, the owner of Nanzhi Textile. He has been a hot topic in the South City of Beijing recently. I heard that he broke a business contract and owed a debt of 500,000 taels. He must be desperate~"

"Suck!"

I can only say that life in this world is too difficult, and people around me are all talking about it.

When Song Qingwan parked the carriage and came over, Le Fei had already used a special method to revive the patient, which immediately attracted people's surprise and praise. "What's wrong with me?" Fu Rongping was a middle-aged man in his forties, of medium build and square face. He looked very stern and serious, not like someone who would hang himself.

"We wanted to ask you, why are you hanging yourself on the roadside so early in the morning? Can you afford to pay for scaring the flowers and plants?

Or is the King of Hell your brother, and you are playing with your life like this? "Le Fei has no good feelings towards Rong Ping. No, it should be said that he despises and resents people who commit suicide.

Fu Rongping was confused and explained hurriedly, "Hanging? I didn't~" His throat was injured due to hanging for a long time. Even though his throat was sore and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, he insisted on his position.

How could he hang himself? He still had a debt of 500,000 taels to pay, and he couldn't let the Fu family's century-old reputation be tarnished.

Only those who do business know how important goodwill is and how difficult it is to maintain it.

"Oh, then you were hung up by someone~" That is something the government should be responsible for, Le Fei said casually, stood up and walked behind Song Qingwan.

The meaning is obvious: go away girl, there's no need to meddle in other people's business.

But Song Qingwan is particularly sensitive about the identity of a businessman. She should not underestimate any businessman. As long as luck comes, it is easy to become rich overnight.

"Boss Fu, have you encountered any difficulties? Do you need help?" At this moment, Song Qingwan was patient and kind, enough to make anyone let down their guard.

Fu Rongping touched his aching throat and pressed his confused mind for a while. After a long while, he said, "Thank you for your help, young lady. Can you please be a good person and give me a ride on the next trip?"

"I'm going to the suburbs. You're going home, right?" It seems a bit off the way, but it's not impossible. It's just a matter of time.

However, Song Qingwan was more curious about his experience. If a big businessman didn't commit suicide, then who hanged him here? As a businessman, he should be more or less shrewd and would not go to this extent.

"It's okay, young lady, take me away from here first." Even though it was embarrassing, Fu Rongping didn't want to be watched by others anymore.

"In that case, please come in, Mr. Fu." Song Qingwan quickly invited him to get on the carriage.

Fu Rongping sighed helplessly. Everyone knew his last name was Fu, so it seemed like he was going to become famous in a different way. He climbed up with difficulty, followed Song Qingwan, and got into the carriage.

After Fu Rong lay down in the carriage, Song Qingwan could only sit at the front with Le Fei. To avoid suspicion, they didn't even let down the curtain.

The carriage started and headed towards the barren mountain. Fu Rongping spoke again, "I really didn't commit suicide, but some people wanted to confuse people after Nanzhi Textile owed a debt of 500,000 taels.

"They teamed up with Fu's family to create a false image and kill me." And he, of course, knew who did it.

However, before the debt is paid off, Fu Rongping can only let his enemies go unpunished. He currently has no ability to fight back. No wonder everyone thinks he should commit suicide.

"To be honest, I'm also a businessman. I'm curious about how Boss Fu ended up with such a huge debt. Nanzhi is an old cloth merchant, so logically speaking, the business should be stable."

When it comes to business, there is a lot to say. Fu Rongping immediately started talking, "Nanzhi's business is naturally stable, but there was a problem with the textile machine, which prevented us from delivering the goods, causing the customer to directly lose 500,000 taels of silver.

Originally, the Fu family had the ability to repay the money, but something happened to the other family members. That person was the one I trusted the most, and he was suddenly stabbed in the back, which was something I never expected.

The Fu family is in a mess now. Unless they can manufacture a textile machine in a short period of time, or borrow 500,000 taels of silver, otherwise~sigh~"

Despite encountering such a horrific incident, Fu Rongping remained calm. What he was worried about was not himself, but his ability to repay his debts.

This taught Song Qingwan a lesson from him~
Second update finished~
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