Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 864 Banknote

, he has taken away most of our business in just two years. We can't let him be so arrogant!" "But his fabrics are really novel, and the people love them." Someone hesitated and spoke. "Humph!" Sun Dehai slammed the table hard, causing the tea in the cup to splash out. "No matter how good something is, no one will dare to buy it if it's stained." He lowered his voice and told his plan: "First spread rumors, saying that the fabrics made by Lin's Dyeing Factory use toxic dyes, which will rot the skin and cause strange diseases if worn. Then find some ruffians to cause trouble and stop him from opening his business!" The next morning, the rumor spread like a plague in the capital. "Have you heard? The fabrics from Lin's Dyeing Factory cannot be bought. Aunt Wang next door to my house wore their clothes and got a rash all over her body! "That's right, I also heard that the dye is extracted from the dead..." In the streets, people whispered to each other, their eyes full of fear and disgust. At the same time, a dozen vicious thugs rushed into the dyeing factory, smashing everything they saw, and the cloth was scattered all over the floor. The guys wanted to stop them, but they were beaten and bleeding. "Tell your boss, close the shop if you know what's good for you!" The leading thug shouted, and before leaving, he poured a bucket of feces water at the door of the dyeing factory. When the news reached Lin Yuan's ears,

In the early spring of the 19th year of Jingming, the magnolias in the imperial city were particularly bleak. Lin Yuan stood in the corridor of the Ministry of Works, looking at the petals flying all over the sky, and the memorial in his hand was damp with cold sweat. Three days ago, he had just presented a memorial to the emperor on the rectification of the grain transport, thinking that it would benefit the people, but he did not know that he had quietly stepped into the trap carefully woven by his political enemies. "Sir, someone from the Dali Temple is here." The clerk's voice was obviously trembling. Lin Yuan turned around and saw a team of yamen runners escorting the Dali Temple Minister into the courtyard. The official documents in the other party's hands rustled in the wind, like a death warrant. "Sir Lin, I have been ordered to thoroughly investigate the case of corruption, bribery, and forming a clique for personal gain. Please follow me back to the Dali Temple for questioning." The Dali Temple Minister read out the order expressionlessly, and the yamen runners behind him immediately stepped forward. The rattling sound of the chains was particularly harsh in the silent courtyard. Lin Yuan tried to remain calm and straightened his official uniform: "Please wait a moment, sir. I will hand over my official duties." When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the gloating figure of Minister Wang in the corner. This man has regarded him as a thorn in his side since Lin Yuan implemented the reform of the Maritime Customs, and now he has finally waited for the opportunity to retaliate. The moment he stepped into the Dali Temple, a chill ran up his spine and onto the back of his neck. In the interrogation room, the torture instruments shone with a cold light, and the ferocious eyes of the yamen runners were like thorns in the back. "Sir Lin, someone sued you for accepting 10,000 taels of silver from a Jiangnan merchant. Is this true?" The presiding judge knocked on the gavel, causing Lin Yuan's eardrums to hurt. He scanned the so-called "evidence" on the table - several forged silver bills and several letters with handwriting imitated vividly. "Your Excellency, these are all forged!" Lin Yuan argued loudly, "I implemented the new policy and touched the interests of some people. This is clearly a frame-up!" However, the chief judge turned a deaf ear and sneered, "The evidence is irrefutable, how can you quibble? Come, punish me!" At the same time, Lin's dyeing workshop was also shrouded in chaos. At 3:30 in the morning, the guys in the dyeing workshop were preparing to start work as usual, but found that the well water was strangely green. Several uninformed workers drew water to wash, and after a while they foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground twitching. "Oh no! The water is poisonous!" Screams instantly broke through the sky. When Lao Chen, the manager of the dyeing workshop, rushed in, the scene in front of him made his legs weak. More than a dozen workers were lying on the ground struggling in pain, their faces purple. He suppressed his fear and immediately sent someone to ask for a doctor, and ordered someone to block the water source. But before he could catch his breath, a loud "boom" suddenly came from the backyard - thick smoke billowed from the direction of the warehouse, and flames shot up into the sky. "Fire! Put out the fire!" Lao Chen led his men to the fire scene with buckets of water, but found that all the fire-fighting equipment had been destroyed. The fire spread rapidly with the wind, and the dyed silks, mountains of dyes, and precious fabrics shipped from overseas were turned into ashes under the flames. The air was filled with a pungent smell of burning, mixed with the desperate cries of the workers. When the news reached the Dali Temple, Lin Yuan had just been beaten all over his body. Hearing the bad news of the accident in the dyeing workshop, he was anxious and struggled to rush out, but was held down by the yamen runners. "Lord Lin, you should take care of yourself first!" The presiding judge said with a wry smile, "I heard that your dyeing factory was punished by God and burned to ashes. Maybe it was your corruption and bribery that angered God!" Lin Yuan's eyes were wide open, but he was unable to refute. He knew that all this was a conspiracy by his political enemies. They wanted to take this opportunity to completely defeat him and the Lin family. Thinking of the safety of his family and the workers who trusted him, Lin Yuan's heart was filled with grief and anger. He secretly vowed that he would get through this no matter what. At this time, the Lin Mansion was also in a panic. Lin Yuan's wife Su Wan held her daughter's hand and looked at the creditors who kept gathering outside the mansion, tears welling up in her eyes. These creditors heard that something happened in Lin's dyeing factory and came to collect debts. "Madam Lin, it is only natural to pay back debts! If you can't pay the money today, don't blame us for being rude!" The leading creditor said viciously. Su Wan held on to her last dignity: "Please give me a few days. When the master comes back, I will solve the problem properly." But the creditors did not listen to her explanation at all and started to smash, loot and burn in the mansion. The maids and servants were scared and fled everywhere, and the Lin Mansion was in a mess. In the palace, the emperor looked at the piles of impeachment memorials with a frown. He has always admired Lin Yuan's talents and knew that this man promoted the new policy for the sake of the country. But if the civil and military officials of the whole court jointly impeached, it would be difficult to convince the public without a thorough investigation. "Pass on my order and investigate it thoroughly, but it must be fair and not wrongly accuse the loyal and good." The emperor finally issued an order, but no one could say whether this order could save Lin Yuan from the water and fire. Lin Yuan was imprisoned in the dungeon of the Dali Temple. His wounds hurt, but his heart became calmer. He began to recall all the details and think about how to fight back. He knew that since the political enemies dared to make such a big move, they must have come prepared. But he is not a lamb to be slaughtered. After so many years of struggling in this strange era, he has already learned to survive in desperate situations. In the dark dungeon, Lin Yuan clenched his fists. This crisis not only concerns his personal life and death, but also the future of the Lin family. He must find a way to find out the mastermind behind the scenes, clear his name, and revive the Lin's dyeing factory. However, the road ahead is full of thorns. Can he break through the obstacles and turn the tide? At this moment, he can only wait in the dark, waiting for the arrival of a ray of hope.