12dz Chapter 2132 The Fury of Thunder
Chapter 2132 The Fury of Thunder
A middle-aged handyman hesitated before raising his hand.
"I want to leave, but I don't know how much the resettlement allowance will be?"
Yin Ding immediately said, "The resettlement allowance is calculated based on three months' wages per person, and you can collect it from the accounting office now."
Those who wish to stay will have their accommodations and jobs arranged later, so please don't worry.
Upon hearing this, most people chose to stay. After all, the temptation of double wages was too great, and the new master did not seem as cruel as Wu Kun. Working here would certainly be much more stable.
Only a few people, either because they were homesick or because they no longer wanted to stay in this place of sorrow, chose to receive resettlement allowances and leave.
When Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe returned to the horse farm, the transition had been smooth.
"Your Highness, the Princess Consort's horse ranch has been taken over. Wu Kun's trusted henchmen have been brought under control, and most of the others have been questioned and are willing to stay." Yin Ding immediately stepped forward to report when he saw the two of them approaching.
Huo Changhe nodded and said, "Well done. Keep an eye on things and make sure nothing goes wrong. Take good care of those whose tongues were cut out."
"Yes, I understand," Silver Ingot replied.
Yan Ruyu then walked towards Wu Kun's former bedroom, where, according to Wu Kun's previous confession, the account book should be located.
Wu Kun's bedroom was decorated in an extremely luxurious manner, which was completely out of place with the rugged style of the horse farm.
She searched the bedroom for a while and finally found the account book in a locked wooden box in the study.
The wooden box was made of sandalwood and was carved with exquisite patterns. Yan Ruyu opened the box, and inside were several thick account books neatly arranged.
She picked up a book and opened it. It was filled with detailed records of the horse farm's income and expenditure. The most eye-catching part was the number of warhorses and related information.
"Your Highness, come and see!" Yan Ruyu's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible shock.
Upon hearing this, Huo Changhe immediately moved closer to Yan Ruyu and looked down at the account book.
When he saw the number of warhorses recorded above, his pupils contracted slightly, and his brows furrowed tightly.
The ledger clearly records that there are 1,362 warhorses in the horse farm, each marked "military grade," and also details the purchase channels and feeding expenses.
These warhorses were all top-quality breeds, with agile physiques and great endurance. If they were put into battle, they would be a force to be reckoned with.
"There are so many military warhorses," Huo Changhe said in a low voice, his tone tinged with a hint of surprise.
Having fought for many years, he naturally knew the value of so many superior warhorses. If these warhorses fell into the hands of the rebels, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Yan Ruyu gently closed the ledger, her eyes grave: "Prefect Ding has hoarded so many warhorses; his intentions are despicable. It seems there must be an even bigger conspiracy behind this."
Huo Changhe nodded, his eyes cold: "I will personally interrogate him. I must find out from him where the warhorse went last, as well as his accomplices."
Yan Ruyu closed the door, her consciousness entered the space, and she contacted the abbot.
The abbot was still awake, and the sound of an audiobook could be heard.
"Ruyu, what do you want to see me about?"
Yan Ruyu cut to the chase: "Is Qi Dongqiang in Youcheng?"
"Yes, yes, I'm back from a trip recently. What's up? Need to see her?"
“Yes, go find her tomorrow and ask her to come to Rongzhou with An Cizhou.”
Upon hearing this, the abbot immediately perked up: "What about me? Can I go?"
Yan Ruyu smiled helplessly: "This is not a good place, the scenery is not good, and we are still very poor. Let's wait a while. We have a mission for them to come here."
Yan Ruyu briefly explained the situation at the horse farm, and the abbot suddenly understood. He promised to go find the two of them the next day and inform them to set off for Rongzhou immediately.
The night in Shanghai carries a refreshing coolness. In the courtyard paved with blue bricks, bamboo shadows sway, shattering the moonlight.
Inside, a small fire was burning in the medicine stove. The orange-red flames reflected the mottled patina on the stove's surface, and the wisps of medicinal fragrance mingled with the fresh scent of bamboo, spreading through the night.
Mr. Mo was dressed in a dark-colored long robe with subtle patterns. His hands, with their distinct knuckles, held a silver spoon and slowly stirred the dark brown medicinal liquid in the pot.
His expression was focused, his gaze fixed on the bubbling medicinal liquid; this batch of medicine was the only important thing in the world at that moment.
Suddenly, light footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate, approaching from afar, and then suddenly became quiet when they reached the medicine furnace.
The young boy, his forehead damp with a thin layer of sweat, held a tightly sealed letter in both hands and bowed as he handed it to Mr. Mo.
He lowered his voice very carefully: "Sir, there's a letter from Rongzhou saying it's a matter of great importance."
Mr. Mo paused, holding the silver spoon in his hand, and did not immediately take it, but only glanced at the child.
His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and his gaze was as calm as a deep pool, yet it made the little boy subconsciously shrink his neck.
After a moment, he put down the silver spoon, picked up the letter with his fingertips, and touched the cool wax seal on the envelope. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Unfolding the letter, his gaze swept over the handwriting, and his previously calm expression gradually darkened.
In the end, his face was so gloomy that it almost turned into water droplets, and the surrounding air seemed to get colder.
"boom--"
Mr. Mo raised his hand and waved it, overturning the bubbling medicine pot to the ground. The dark brown medicine was spilled all over the ground, steaming and spreading along the patterns of the blue bricks, blurring the bamboo shadows on the ground.
The medicine furnace tipped over, and the charcoal inside rolled out, sparks splashing onto the corner of Mr. Mo's clothes, but Mr. Mo was completely unaware.
The child was so frightened that his legs went weak and he fell to his knees with a thud, his knees hitting the blue bricks with a dull thud.
He was trembling all over, his head was bowed very low, and his hands were on the ground.
"Useless! All of you are useless!" Mr. Mo's voice was icy cold, yet filled with burning rage, his chest heaving violently. "I repeatedly told them to protect that divine beast at all costs, even if it meant losing manpower!"
And what happened? They killed them! That was the key to my success, a bunch of idiots!
He grew angrier as he spoke, and turned to walk towards the spot in the courtyard where the moonlight was strongest.
A wooden whip stood in the corner, its blade wrapped with fine iron spikes; it was what he used to discipline his subordinates.
Mr. Mo scooped it up and turned around to see the little boy still kneeling on the ground, trembling and trying to move to the side, seemingly trying to avoid his anger.
"Who gave you permission to move?" Mr. Mo's eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to lash out with a whip.
The ebony whip landed on the child's back with a soft, whistling sound.
The child let out a muffled groan, his body stiffening abruptly. He dared not flinch, but could only grit his teeth, tears welling in his eyes, yet he dared not let them fall.
"Sir...I know I was wrong..."
Mr. Mo snorted coldly, and the whip in his hand fell one after another: "I see none of you know you're wrong!"
His anger had nowhere to go, and the child kneeling before him became his temporary outlet.