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That's it.

Li Ang glanced at Wang Bofan, who was kneeling on the ground, his face was ashen, and his tone was flat.

He didn't think Wang Bofan would really think that he was wrong, the reason why he knelt here was only because he lost the bet.

Wang Bofan disregarded the safety of the people for his own personal reasons. This is an unforgivable crime. And in my Wang family, this person is also responsible for the current situation of Taiyuan Mansion.

The white-haired elder tremblingly took out a booklet and slowly put it on Li Ang's desk, This is the compensation proposed by Mrs. Wang for the plague. Please read it, Mr. Li Xiaolang.

compensation?

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, and casually flipped through the booklet, which was full of countless items, including compensation, and building a house.

There are hundreds of items in the apology and compensation to Li Ang himself, including antique calligraphy and paintings with price but no market, ancient books of the Sui Dynasty, gold and silver jewelry, and even alienated objects and so on.

Li Ang looked at it very seriously, and raised his head from time to time to ask a few words, asking about the age and artist of the antique calligraphy and painting written in the booklet.

The more questions and answers were asked, the more Wang Bojian let go of his high-hanging heart.

Everyone and everything in this world has a price. If things can't be negotiated, it's nothing more than that the price offered is not suitable enough.

As long as Li Ang asks for something, the Wang family with profound background can always pass the test.

Your compensation is very generous and sincere,

Li Ang closed the booklet, nodded, and said with a smile, But I still want one thing.

Please tell me.

Wang Bojian smiled and said, Ms. Wang must do her best to satisfy.

Brush pull.

Li Ang opened the drawer, and also took out a thick book from inside. Turn around so that the roster faces Wang Bojian.

Wang Bojian glanced at it, only to see a person's name, age, gender, parents, address, date and other information written on the roster.

An Xiangdai, sixteen years old, female, father: An Jin, mother: Zhuang Yitong, address at No. 10, Luoyu Lane, Sanmingfang, Taiyuan Prefecture, on October 25, 6th year of Zaiqian.

Zhai Zhou, nine years old, male, father: Zhai Hui, mother: Hu Lan, address No. 1, Eryan Lane, Shuidanfang, Taiyuan Prefecture, October 29, Zaigan Six Years.

Wei Xinyu, thirty-seven years old, male, father: Wei Xiayun, mother: Hu Rendong, address at No. 20, Gusong Lane, Qiuyanfang, Luoyang, October 26, Zaigan 6th year.

This is the list of victims of the plague in Taiyuan Prefecture recorded by the ward in the past few months. There are ordinary people, soldiers and servants, medical staff, and volunteers.

Li Ang said flatly: Let them come back alive,

The room became quiet, Wang Bojian opened his mouth slightly, the white-haired elder stopped coughing, and Yan Yundang, who was guarding the door, lowered his eyes and silently looked at the light green wallpaper.

Li Ang looked at the two Wangs who were still standing, and asked calmly, It can't be done, can it?

Mr. Li Xiaolang,

Wang Bojian arched his hands and said with difficulty: Death cannot be brought back to life.

The dead cannot be brought back to life,

Li Ang interrupted, Death is death, and no amount of compensation afterwards will help.

I've been sitting here all day looking at this list.

There are men and women, old and young, and some families are incomplete. They will never return to the warmth and harmony of the past.

Some families, even the whole family died of illness.

When the ward was processing their ashes, they didn't know who to entrust them to, so they had to temporarily store them in a cabinet, label them, and wait for distant relatives to claim them after the plague was over.

He stared at the two of the Wang family, and said calmly: I heard that the Wang family is a thousand-year-old family with bells and lanterns. The family members live together, respect and love each other.

Little children.

When a respected elder in the family dies, even distant relatives will sincerely mourn along with them.

For the descendants of the aristocratic family, those ordinary people with different surnames are indeed another species.

The children of the common people were still snotting and peeing and muddy when they were five or six years old, and the children of the aristocratic families had already memorized the Four Books and Five Classics in the school.

A scholar from a commoner background, even if he has studied hard for decades, his understanding of the scriptures is not as good as that of a child from an aristocratic family, and he will be easily refuted.

The clothes they wear, the words they speak, and the things they think are completely different.

In the eyes of the family, those stupid, rude, short-sighted, and inferior civilians are not the same species as them. Like people and ants.

No matter how many ants die, it doesn't matter.

Even, when someone asks them to be responsible for the death of ants, they will be shocked, stunned and absurd.

Like you now.

Li Ang supported the roster with his hands, slowly stood up from the chair, and said coldly: You can't be polite to a common man, and you can't punish a doctor.

In your opinion,

Wang Bofan will definitely die, and several members of the Wang family who directly carried out Wang Bofan's plan, as well as the servants in the palace, will probably die as well.

Others, even those members of the Wang family who participated in Wang Bofan's plan, survived.

There is no right or wrong in the adult world, only pros and cons.

The war in Yu State is imminent, even if the Wang family has committed a heinous crime, in order to appease the nobles in the world, the Wang family cannot be severely punished.

What's more, the Wang family has connections all over the world. There are Wang's concubines in the harem, Wang's in-laws in the court, and even Wang's doctors in the academy. Also used to be my professor.

We are all one family, I am among you, you are among me,

Act like a punishment, show those muddy legs underneath, and you'll get it. Why make blood flow like a river. After all, feng shui turns.

You guys, do you think so?

That's the way it is, it's always been like this.

only

It's always been like this, right?

Li Ang shook his head, and without waiting for the two of the Wang family to answer, he said lightly: I hate this 'always like this',

If no one does something for the victims, no one pursues accountability for the source of man-made disasters, and no one dares to break this tacit agreement,

Then let me do it.

Wang Bojian read the determination in Li Ang's calm tone, and felt a cold current rushing through his body, no longer caring about his humility and respectful words, he lost his voice: What are you going to do?

Boom!

A violent explosion sounded from outside the window, and in the far north, flames shot up into the sky.

The aura fluctuated like a tsunami, roaring and spreading in all directions.

That is, the direction of the palace.

It's not what I do, it's what I do.

Li Ang passed the three of the Wang family and strode towards the door. The jade pendant on the tour around his waist swayed with his steps, Let's go, don't let the supervisors wait too long.