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Chapter 332:

The house I originally bought was almost a thousand taels when I entered it. It is bigger and has a good seat. I am afraid that if I don't have a few thousand taels, I won't be able to get it.

The family will have another imported baby soon...

Brother Zhao can't wait to make hot sauce and roast duck to sell. Da Li and the two re-signed the contract of sale. Zhao Geer planned to hand over these two skills to them. Fang Zichen invited Xie Xiaoyu to join the team and gave him a 20% commission. He can help take care of the store in the future. Xiaofeng Now that he is the governor, he can follow me when he is free. He is not even four months old now, but he is already so big. He will not be able to do any work for a long time. The capital is rich and everything is expensive. Fang Zichen can only rely on Fang Zichen. That little monthly routine won't work.

Officials in the court are not allowed to engage in business, but there are always policies from above and countermeasures from below.

No one really adheres to the monthly meal. A third-rank official only earns about two hundred taels a month. If there is no other income, how can he afford to support a house full of wives, concubines, children, and slaves with hundreds of people?

For example, in the Zhao family, under the name of the branch, Zhao Yunlan manages seven or eight shops.

If you can't make it, you can go back to the Zhao Mansion, but Brother Zhao will definitely not drag Fang Zichen back unless it is absolutely necessary. Throughout the ages, married brothers and their husbands live in the father-in-law's house, and they are rarely criticized. , poke the spine.

He was busy outside, running under the sun, but Fang Zichen was too busy. He had a good brain and could do the work that used his brain very quickly. The officials nearby were still busy, and he was already lying on the table counting the hairs on his hands. .

The work of the Hanlin Academy is a bit like that of a "clerk". Most of them are responsible for compiling books, writing histories, and drafting imperial edicts, which is really boring.

These tasks may seem like unimportant matters, but in fact, the Hanlin Academy is the most important official reserve base in the country.

Before entering officialdom, most students focused solely on their studies. Although they had good literary attainments, they were still not ready to be officials. Moreover, some people were only suitable for studying and not for being officials.

Without any political experience, rashly sending them to serve as local officials may be a disaster rather than a blessing for the local people.

Every top pick, top pick, and second-place finisher are sent to the Hanlin Academy to do some clerical work. Over time, it will be of great help to hone their political abilities. For example, they are responsible for editing the records of the previous generation of emperors, which can strengthen the top picks' ability to cope with their opponents. Understanding the political situation during the reign of an emperor and helping the emperor draft general documents and edicts will also help them adapt to government affairs and strengthen their familiarity with national affairs and situations.

This job seems to have many benefits, but it is also really boring. People watching him count the hairs on his arms, and sleep on the table while counting. For the first time, he kindly goes over to remind him, so that He took the time to write, but Fang Zichen replied to him: "I finished it long ago!"

"Have you finished editing Xia Beiqinzheng?"

"That's tomorrow's work!" Fang Zichen said.

The man said: "Then you can do it today if you are free!"

"I am not free! Who said I am free?"

"Didn't you just count the hairs on your hands?"

"So what? Anyway, leave it to me today. I just have to finish the work. I only have a few dozen taels a month. You can't ask me to do hundreds of taels of work with a monthly payment of a few dozen."

He can do as much work as he receives.

Here, it's not like doing more will get you more.

Moreover, he is a very principled person.

He was right in his words. If it were anyone else, he would have been reprimanded a long time ago. However, Fang Zichen's work was indeed impeccable and he had a "big background". As a leader in the imperial examination, his promotion speed was unparalleled. Generally, he is trained as a high-ranking official. As long as he makes no mistakes in his life, it will be a matter of time before he enters the center. No one dares to offend him too much.

When the time came, Fang Zichen threw away his pen and rushed out of the palace on time. It was really important to be on time.

There was a small official who was good friends with Li Zhicheng at the beginning. He spread the news about Fang Zichen. Somehow the emperor knew about it and sent someone to announce his passing at noon. Xia Jinghong valued him, but somehow, this kind of thing should be tolerated. No, everyone thought that Fang Zichen would be demoted or beaten dozens of times, but in the end he was unscathed and walked out of the palace with a gold ingot in his hand.

Can I still get rewarded for sleeping during duty?

No, it's just that he can make money with his mouth. Xia Jinghong is a 'big business' in Fang Zichen's place. Every time he meets him, he can make people dig into their pockets without words.

"I'm going to have two sons soon. Your Majesty, as the saying goes, it takes a hundred years to cross the same boat, and a thousand years to sleep together. We have met once and have been on the same boat. Does your Majesty want to express it? We men can't be like that. You're stingy."

Today, Da Li led the horse to pick him up. There were many people on the street, and Fang Zichen didn't dare to ride the horse. As soon as he got home, he saw Brother Zhao turning in from the alley with sweat on his head.

Fang Zichen asked Da Li to lead the horse back to the general's mansion, and hurriedly ran over to help him: "Where have you been? You're sweating all over." He took out a handkerchief to wipe him with.

"Looking for a house." Brother Zhao said.

Zhao Song happened to look for him. After hearing this, he frowned and scolded him: "You don't have a good rest even if you are pregnant with a child. If you want to find a house, just tell your father and he will send someone to help you find it."

Fang Zichen is now an adult . As an official, it is inconvenient to live in such a small courtyard, and I can't stand it. The Zhao family has many shops in the capital, and there are several courtyards for people to live in, but they are not very big. It is far away from the imperial city, and there are several in Zhuangzi. It's a place, but it's directly outside the city, even further away.

Brother Zhao felt tired after running for half an afternoon, so he didn't refuse to go.

When Zhao Song saw that he had agreed, he was also happy: "Don't be afraid of trouble dad. Dad couldn't take care of you or do anything for you before. I feel guilty in my heart." "

Dad, what's past is past. Don't talk about this." Brother Zhao went to pull him: "Go inside! Dad will have dinner before leaving."

Guaizi was squatting in the yard to feed the chickens. Zhao Song went over to join him. Zhao Song raised his head and didn't know what to say to him, and smiled.

Aunt Feng always cooked the food in small batches. She just took a break and then started eating.

Zhao Song seemed a little tired, with obvious bags under his eyes, as if he hadn't rested for several days. Fang Zichen took a small spoon to help Guaizi take out the bone marrow from the tube bone, and couldn't help but said: "My father-in-law, have you been very busy recently?

" Well!" Zhao Song said, "It's the emperor's birthday next month. Envoys from various countries will be here, and the Ministry of Rites is very busy." When he said this, he couldn't help but look at Fang Zichen with resentment.

He had heard someone say that this guy spent most of his time sleeping in the Hanlin. His colleagues did not dare to offend him and did not dare to say anything. Some of them even fawned over him. Fang Zichen knew how to brag. The old and the young, the young and the young, got together so well that everyone was like a fish in water.

He simply can't understand the feeling of being busy.

Fang Zichen was so embarrassed by him that he stopped shouting: "Old man, why do you look at me like that?"

Zhao Song: "..."

It's really no big or small.

He sighed quietly and saw that the good boy was like a bird waiting to be fed. He stretched his little neck and opened his mouth, waiting for Fang Zichen to feed him the pig bone marrow. He changed the subject and said, "What are your plans for our good boy?"

Fang Zichen was not the only one to say this. Brother Zhao was stunned: "What are your plans?"

Zhao Song saw the confused expressions on their faces, and his eyelids jumped: "Why don't you find a wife for your child? Find an academy? Can't you just hang out in the store every day?"

Brother Zhao: "·······"

Fang Zichen: "·······"

I forgot all about it.

The good boy frowned and didn't even bother to eat the bone marrow: "Good boy, I won't go to the academy."

Zhao Song saw that he seemed very unhappy and immediately asked: "Why?"

The good boy curled his lips and said, "I can't go. Good boy, you can learn from your father. "

"How can your father be free when he is on duty?" Zhao Song said, and saw that the good boy's eyes were red, and he suddenly stopped talking.

Fang Zichen immediately hugged him and said, "If you don't want to go, I won't go. If my son doesn't want to go

, he won't go." "The good boy will learn from his father and not go to the academy." The good boy said.

Zhao Song looked at Brother Zhao, who had a bad expression on his face: "Dad, you don't have to worry about this matter."

Zhao Song knew that Fang Zichen doted on his children, but Brother Zhao still knew what was going on, and now he also followed. When you get confused, something must be wrong.

After the meal, Zhao Song secretly asked Brother Zhao and found out that the good boy had been bullied twice before when he studied in Yuanzhou. He immediately became furious and slapped the table and roared: "It's really against the sky, it's really against the sky."

" Dad, don't be angry, my husband has dealt with him."

Zhao Song calmed down for a long time, but his anger could not be relieved.

Brother Zhao saw that his neck was thick with anger, so he quickly poured him a cup of tea.

Zhao Song drank it hard, and the anger subsided for a while: "If you don't want to go, then don't go!"

Fang Zichen passed the sixth grade, so the good boy can learn from him.

"What about Xiaofeng?"

Zhao Song saw Brother Zhao was stunned again and sighed again. He originally thought that Xiaofeng was Brother Zhao's biological child, but after checking later, he found out that Xiaofeng was a poor child after all, and Zhao Song loved him as his own grandson.

Brother Zhao is not that old either. He used to do a lot of work. He didn't think long term about some things, or even thought about them. Fang Zichen was even more out of tune. If you are still in the village, you don't need to learn anything. As long as you are diligent, know how to work, and be filial.

But it's different now. Fang Zichen is an official, big and small. Now he's only in his early twenties. He has a bright future in the future. It's definitely impossible for Xiaofeng to find that country home again. If he wants to find the right one, he has to learn more. It's burning.

Brother Zhao scratched his head. What Zhao Song said seemed to be right. He didn't even think of it at first: "Then I'll find a nanny for him!"

Zhao Song said 'hmm' and was silent for a while before saying: " Your mother was sent to the temple by the Zheng family."

Brother Zhao was a little surprised: "Huh?"

"You don't know?" Zhao Song asked.

"What do I know?" It wasn't from him.

"Xiu Mu, your former son, went to the Zheng family with two buns, saying he was visiting your mother. I don't know what he said to your mother afterwards. After the boy left, your mother became angry. What happened to the Zheng family? She called the doctor, and when she woke up, she asked her servants to take her to a temple outside the city overnight. Today she sent her maid back, and the maid said, "Your mother..."

He suddenly stopped here. one time.

Brother Zhao leaned over, his big eyes full of curiosity: "What happened to her? Is she dead?"

Zhao Song didn't know if he was overthinking it or something, but he felt that Brother Zhao seemed to be excited: "· ·····Not dead." After he finished speaking, Brother Zhao heard a muffled "Oh".

Zhao Song choked, and he really didn't think much about it.

Brother Zhao: "Then what happened to her?"

Zhao Song replied: "She had a stroke."

"Why did she suddenly have a stroke when she was fine?" Brother Zhao was wondering when he saw Fang Zichen leading the good boy to the door and listening. After saying this, he silently hugged the child and turned around and ran away.

Brother Zhao blinked and felt that he seemed to understand. Zhao Song said: "The doctor said it was caused by anger. Now he is paralyzed and can't speak clearly."

Zheng Peiyao can't move, the temple is simple, she is 'noble' After spending most of her life, she couldn't stay any longer, so she thought of sending her maid back and asking Zhao Yunfeng and others to take her back.

Brother Zhao: "..."

Brother Zhao understands Fang Zichen's mouth. When he speaks nice things, it doesn't sound very nice. When he curses people, it's probably even more deadly.

He himself would sometimes be out of breath by the good boy. The good boy could not stand it even if Fang Zichen only had three points of ability. Fang Zichen was probably even more powerful.

Entering May, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. Brother Zhao quickly passed on the skills of roast duck chili sauce to Dali Xiaoli. The two of them washed vegetables and rolled fish balls. Chen was still in trouble. It was like fighting. Brother Zhao was on hand to teach him. The taste of the hot sauce made by Da, Li and Xiaoli was still very different. After all, these two were professional 'thugs' before. Brother Zhao was not very good at doing things, so he taught her twice. Seeing that the two of them couldn't help themselves up the wall, they had no choice but to transfer Aunt Feng over.

TChapter 333

: Aunt Feng works hard and never complains. At first she said she was here to serve the good boy, but the good boy doesn't need her to serve him at all. He can eat by himself, wipe his butt by himself, he sweats from practicing boxing every day, and he still knows how to fight by himself. The water tank was too high for showering and washing clothes, so he knew how to step on a stool. In the store, he was able to pull duck feathers very quickly. Over the past year, he finally developed hand speed that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, and he got a duck in his hands. It was gone in just a moment, and when the little hands plucked out the duck feathers, they all pulled out the afterimages. Except for the fact that the hair was not tied very well, there was nothing to worry about.

Nanny Feng also came over.

She is skillful and careful, and can learn it after just a few lessons.

Once the roast duck and chili sauce were launched, it was really amazing. Brother Zhao opened a can of chili sauce for everyone to try with bamboo skewers. As soon as the bottle cap was opened, a very rich aroma came directly to the shop, even if it was a little far away. You can also smell it. The taste is oily, spicy, mellow and delicious. As soon as you enter your mouth, you can feel the spicy taste on the tip of your tongue and the numbness in your throat. It is really delicious.

Everyone saw that there didn't seem to be much hot sauce on the shelves, so they hurriedly shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Give me one bottle."

"I'll have two bottles."

"Don't squeeze, damn it, you're squeezing me up to my ass. Boss, I want two bottles too."

Almost all the guys were grabbing for it, and they were so fierce People hurriedly brought goods to customers and collected cash.

I used to buy Yuanzhou hot sauce for 110 cents, but now the custom-made jar is two cents more expensive. Chili peppers, spices, and vegetable oil are also much more expensive, so Brother Zhao raised the price.

Two hundred and eighty one jar is not expensive for people in the capital, and it is within the acceptable range.

Someone noticed the roast duck and braised pork hanging on the side, but didn't even try it, just weighed two kilograms.

This time I went back to eat, and the afternoon meal came again.

The two big buckets of food that were cooked were not enough to buy.

The duck neck is numb and spicy, the pickled pepper chicken feet are sour and refreshing, the skin is tough and the meat is fragrant, appetizing and relieving greasiness. Isn't this food better than soup noodles and rice on a hot day?

Nanny Feng made it herself and tasted it early. She was well served in the Qin Mansion. Mrs. Qin valued her. She had eaten all kinds of delicacies, not to mention delicacies from the mountains and seas, but she ate better than the ordinary people in Beijing. This spicy sauce She tasted the braised pork once and thought it was good, let alone others.

But she was still a little frightened when she saw that the store was full of people, noisily rushing to buy.

Xie Xiaoyu is used to it. When the cold drinks are released, the store will probably be packed.

That stuff is so delicious! He can drink three cups of milk tea at a time and can't stop eating ice cream. Chili sauce, roast duck and soaked chicken feet are really nothing.

When Nanny Feng saw that he had some free time, she stuffed the duck neck into her mouth without stopping. The good boy followed to collect the money. Xie Xiaoyu did love this godson. Those who stuttered missed him and also picked up a piece of duck. She stuffed her neck into his mouth.

There was a plate at their feet, almost full of bones. Aunt Feng calculated in her mind that in just a short while, the two of them together must have eaten four kilograms. This body of meat from Brother Yu, It's not like he came without reason. No wonder the young master always calls him "Little Fatty".

Brother Zhao looked at the backyard for a while and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

There is a big difference in diet between the north and the south. People in this small place like chicken and duck feet can still accept it, but people in the capital may not be able to. When it was first sold in Yuanzhou, there were still people who were hesitant and didn't dare to eat it. I didn't think so. Nowadays, people don't even ask, they just buy it and they just buy it.

But thinking about it, this is not unusual. I have never seen any weird food in a relatively large place.

Last time Brother Zhao took Guaizi to buy shoes, he saw someone frying nine-spice bugs. The bugs pee smelled really bad. I used to accidentally pee on my arms when I was doing work, and my skin felt like it was burnt. It was so hot. Yes, it hurts me so much. Brother Zhao still has fresh memories of it. It smells so bad that people eat it. Cicada pupae and bee pupae are also very popular. It makes no sense to replace it with chicken or duck feet.

Although I thought so, I was still a little worried. Now that it seemed to be really easy to sell, Brother Zhao was completely relieved. It was not in vain for him to run around these days.

Zhao Yunlan is a businessman and knows many people. He introduced the craftsman who makes pots. He can buy duck necks and chicken feet from others at low prices. Firstly, these things are not easy to sell. Secondly, it is because of Zhao Yunlan's face. In the past few days, Zhao Yunlan has been running around with Brother Zhao. Now that the deed and other documents have been signed, Brother Zhao thought about it and personally wrapped some duck necks and chicken feet for Dali to send to Zhao's house.

Xie Xiaoyu came in sweating profusely, jumped into the kitchen and drank a big gourd of water. Brother Zhao wrapped two more bags in oil paper: "Brother Yu, take these two bags back to Mrs. Li and Li later." Master."

Xie Xiaoyu slumped on the stool and said weakly."

Brother Zhao smiled and said, "You are

indeed tired." "But I feel better than before." Just waiting to eat, not doing anything, not tired at all, but after following Brother Zhao for a long time, he looks like the same brother, but Brother Zhao can make money, and can support a family with Fang Zichen, working hard together, Working together instead of blindly relying on him was completely different from his own. Over time, Xie Xiaoyu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Now that he can also earn money, the feeling is different. Although he is tired, he is indescribably satisfied and at ease. Brother Zhao gave him more than a hundred taels of dividends last month. When holding the money, Xie Xiaoyu finally I know why Brother Zhao works so hard.

He carried food back home in the evening, and it happened that dinner was about to begin. Mrs. Li knew that he usually ate in the store before coming back, but she would bake him an extra cake every time.

My wife-in-law has a physique like hers, so she can't do it without eating more.

Li Yisheng glanced at the thing in his hand and was already smelling it. His eyes were gleaming: "Duck neck?"

"Yeah!" Xie Xiaoyu opened the oil paper and put the things on the table: "Brother Zhao asked me to Brought it back to the master."

Master Li's nose was sharp, and the duck neck had been cut into pieces. He took a bite and confirmed: "It's star anise and peppercorns, as well as cumin and white cardamom." There should be something else. Things, but the smells are mixed together, so it's hard to distinguish them.

Xie Xiaoyu almost jumped up: "Shh, master, don't tell me. This is an exclusive secret recipe and cannot be known to others." He glanced back and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the courtyard door closed.

First, in Yuanzhou, he just lived and ate, and he knew what was going on. When Brother Zhao was cooking, he avoided it, so he never knew how Brother Zhao braised these duck necks. It was so fragrant, he was waiting for Brother Zhao to teach him. When he saw the aniseed inside, he broke out in a cold sweat.

This is medicine!

Taking medicine indiscriminately will not kill anyone.

But...this duck neck has been sold in Yuanzhou for more than half a year, and no one has died from eating it. When I came back and asked Li Yisheng, Li Yisheng said that it is okay to eat these things, as they remove moisture and strengthen the stomach. Just put this much medicinal material into a big pot. It doesn't have much medicinal effect, it's just fragrant.

This is a secret recipe and cannot be passed on.

"Of course I know. Brother Zhao is smart. He knows how to use this stuff to make spices. Ordinary people would never think of it." Master Li smacked his lips. The taste was so overbearing that it lingered in his mouth for a long time. , tasted another chicken feet with pickled peppers, turned around and said: "Old lady, go get my wine gourd."

Every time the food was cooked to his liking, he wanted to drink it with the wine. Mrs. Li knew her craftsmanship and was very good at it. I still have more than half of the two kilograms of wine I bought the year before last!

She picked up a piece first, her eyes lit up immediately, and her speed increased. Xie Xiaoyu leaned over and said, "Master, is it delicious?"

Mrs. Li squinted her eyes: "It's delicious. It's better than the dishes cooked in Jingmancheng. It suits my taste."

"It's a pity that Brother Zhao didn't put any sauce in the package today. Let me tell you, boil the duck neck soup. " It's delicious too! It tastes best

when dipped in your baked pancakes. "Bring some back tomorrow, I'll bake some pancakes for you." "

Okay!"

Master Li coughed. He knocked on the table and reminded: "Wine."

Master Li grabbed the chicken feet in her hand and said, "Whoever drinks can take it by himself! It's not like you are buried up to your neck in the soil and can't move."

Master Li ran away as fast as he could . Went in.

He knew that he couldn't control the woman at this time. Brother Yu brought back not many duck necks. Seeing Li Yisheng and Li Shiniang eating quickly, the duck necks were stuffed into their mouths, and they could only spit out two breaths. Only the bones remain. He couldn't help but speed up his pace. Not to mention being buried up to his neck in the soil, even if he was about to die, he still had a way to get back to the light.

In the past, in Yuanzhou, there were some people who didn't like spicy food very much, but most people in the capital could.

It is said that chili peppers are produced in South America and are a condiment of the Indians. They were only introduced to China in the 15th century. When Fang Zichen saw chili peppers, he was stunned for a long time. When he went to Fu'an town, he asked about it, my dear, people have already eaten chili peppers. It's almost a century old.

Chili peppers are expensive in the city. Brother Zhao wants to visit the villages outside the city and buy them directly from the villagers. He can pay less, but it is inconvenient after all. Although Xie Xiaoyu was not born into a wealthy family, his family background is among the highest in Yuanzhou. He was so rich that he didn't know how to sell a pound of chili peppers or what the appropriate price would be. Fang Zichen said he could go, but Brother Zhao didn't let him go, not because he was afraid of the troublesome trip, but because Fang Zichen and Xie Xiaoyu were both the same.

Fang Zichen felt that he had been underestimated.

How could he be like that little fat man? He has lived in the village for several years, has he lived in the village for nothing?

This guy really looks down on people.

Xiaofeng suddenly said: "Uncle Zhao, Uncle Fang and I are going together."

Brother Zhao frowned: "I want to send you back to the Zhao Mansion."

Zhao Yunlan has two daughters, who are more than eight years old. The house hired a special nun to teach, and Brother Zhao wanted to send Xiaofeng there to practice some etiquette with him.

Xiaofeng twirled his fingers and whispered: "Uncle Zhao, can I not go?" He didn't want to learn those things. The family was very busy now, and he didn't want to go. He just wanted to help with some work at home. , he can calculate accounts and can read, so he is very satisfied.

Brother Zhao looked at him carefully: "I know you are sensible and you are really busy at home, but there is nothing you need to do. You are now eleven and can stay at home for only a few years. If you learn more, you will always be able to use it in the future. In the past, In the village, you can't learn if you want, and you don't have the conditions, but it's different now, and you're going to learn with your cousins, so you don't have to spend any money, don't worry."

Fang Zichen hurriedly pushed Xiaofeng. , leaned in his ear and said: "No need for money, that's a good thing! Take it! There is no harm in having too many skills and learning more. Only those who are good enough can have a lot of men." It's up to you, you'll be happy when the time comes."

Xiaofeng: "..."

"But~"

"No but," Fang Zichen advised him, "You go first, and you can come back if you're really not interested. OK, anyway, it's good to learn more. You can tell by looking at me. I can read, settle accounts, carry a big bag, draw, brag, and flirt with girls. I can do a lot more. , That's why you, Uncle Fang, can hit the hot bed with your husband at a young age and reach the peak of your life."

Xiaofeng: "..."

Xiaofeng went after all. Fang Zichen and Guaizi sent him there in person. Qingzhuyuan is Brother Zhao's yard, and Xiaofeng is his. After arriving, he still lives there as before. Fang Zichen came out of Zhao's house and wanted to go directly to the village outside the city to see peppers.

The weather is a little hot, and now it's cooler in the morning and evening. It's hot at noon, and it can make people peel off a layer of skin. Fang Zichen wanted to send the good boy home first, but the good boy didn't want to, so Fang Zichen let him go. He bought a bunch of candied haws on a stick before taking him to the horse shop to rent a horse.

Chapter 334

Xiaohu Village is not far from Beijing. The villagers often go to the city to sell things at stalls. They have seen many dignitaries. In previous springs, some young ladies from wealthy families would come to the village to enjoy the flowers. Now I see them. No one was surprised when someone came, they just glanced at it - and then glanced at it again.

Dear boy, who is the young master of this family? He is so handsome, riding a horse in the breeze, his posture is elegant, it is really eye-catching.

"Hello, eldest sister, I would like to ask where to go to the village chief's house?"

"Ah? The village chief's house? Go straight along this road, then turn left, and you will see the red brick courtyard."

"Sister, Your face is so red! Are you suffering from heatstroke? "

"No, no need."

Guaizi looked at her carefully and turned his head when Fang Zichen pulled the reins and drove the horse away. "Father, that aunt is shy!"

"Why is she shy?"

"Because she was embarrassed when she saw two handsome men."

Fang Zichen pinched his face and smiled: "Then don't come with father next time , two handsome men appear together, this is too big of an impact."

Guaizi nodded, but he liked to be Fang Zichen's follower, so he immediately gave an idea: "Yeah, it would be bad if Mi Xiren takes someone's life~ Father, your eyes look the best. Let your hair grow long to cover it up."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Then you can't kill Matt and come back to the world?

Besides, his eyes are not the only one that looks good-looking! How could he not be so handsome?

The two arrived at the village chief's house, introduced themselves a few words, and then got down to business. Is there anyone growing peppers in the village?

Of course there is.

Will it be sold?

Of course it is for sale.

Most of the nobles in the city have a village outside the city, so they don't need to buy vegetables on a daily basis. People in the village go to the city to sell vegetables, mostly to the common people in Beijing, who only buy a few taels each time.

Chili peppers don't last long after being picked. People have to buy vegetables every day, so they don't buy too many to store at home. However, peppers are harvested as soon as they are ripe, so they can't be easily sold.

Fang Zichen wanted to make a purchase in the village, and the village chief was very happy. He called a few men to accompany him and said he would take Fang Zichen to the fields to look around. The village chief's wife saw the heat and asked him to keep the child at home. Help him keep an eye on it. Guaizi used to follow Fang Zichen all over the mountain to find holes for people, and he didn't feel tired even while carrying a schoolbag. Now he said that he wanted to go with Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen and the village chief borrowed a straw hat for Guaizi to wear. She let him sit on her neck and then walked out with the village chief.

The land in Xiaohu Village is mostly clustered in the west of the village. A large flat land is planted with chili peppers. The chili peppers in the field are now a little wilted in the sun, but the chili peppers are bright red and eye-catching at first glance. Some are picked. Not as good as it has even fallen to the ground.

There were so many peppers that could not be sold in previous years. In the past, in Xiaohe Village, the villagers could not bear to be idle. If they could make a little money, they would plant them. There were so many peppers grown here in Xiaohu Village, but in previous years they could only sell less than half of them. , and the rest are dried in the sun to make dried chili peppers. After winter, people will come to buy them. Dried chili peppers cost 19 cents per catty. Although they are more expensive than raw chili peppers, raw chili peppers weighing six to seven kilograms are only one kilogram when dried. , it's really not cost-effective. Some people will buy it, and everyone will be happy to sell it.

Fang Zichen and the village chief visited a few acres. The people in the village took good care of them, and the peppers they produced were quite big. After tasting one, it was spicy enough. Fang Zichen was satisfied.

Just as he was about to go back, the little boy's little feet suddenly fluttered, and he pointed with his little hand: "Father, there is a small pool over there."

Fang Zichen looked around, but he didn't notice it just now, and then he saw a small pool at the foot of the mountain to the west. Several children were playing in the water inside. Fang Zichen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he saw his bright and excited eyes.

He knows that Guaizi likes it. When he was learning to swim in the village, he was so cold that his lips turned purple and he refused to go home. Several times, Brother Zhao came to find him with a wooden stick, which made him scream anxiously. Get out of the water.

His son was probably a water ghost in his previous life, and he felt like he was home when he entered the water.

Fang Zichen pinched his ankle and asked, "Do you want to go?"

The good boy clenched his fists in joy and said, "I wish I could."

The village chief only chatted with Fang Zichen for a few hours, and he knew that this man was a favorite. Son, take them there immediately.

The two of them had good looks and looked like young men. The village children were used to being wild and had good health. They would not catch the cold after playing for a while. He thought that Fang Zichen only brought the good boy here to see him and let him soak his feet and wash his feet. His face, etc. As soon as he arrived at the pool, Fang Zichen took a look. The pool was a bit deep, and the large rocks next to it were very smooth. People should often wash clothes here. After confirming that it was safe, he took off his clothes in a few times. Then he picked him up and launched him into the pool like a cannonball.

Their movements were so fast, whether it was taking off clothes or projecting in the blink of an eye. Before the village chief could say anything, he saw a white butt flying past, accompanied by a milky sound. He laughed angrily, and then there was a pop and water splashed everywhere.

The good boy didn't get up. The first few children who were playing stopped playing when Fang Zichen came over. Their eyes moved with them. Now they stood aside wetly, staring into the water.

The village chief's face turned pale.

Fang Zichen, however, was not nervous at all. He folded a small stick with a thickness of two fingers and smoothed out the leaves on it. He placed it across the water, as if fishing. After a while, the other end of the stick moved slightly.

"The mermaid took the bait." Fang Zichen lifted the wooden stick, and the boy was holding the other end of the stick tightly with both hands, with his upper body exposed outside the water, giggling non-stop.

Fang Zichen moved the stick left and right, and the boy was dragged, like a yacht, floating back and forth rapidly in the water, with the waves surging.

"Haha, it's fun, dad, it's fun~, the good boy is going to do it again."

The village chief: "..."

Several children nearby also found it strange to see it.

I've never seen anyone play like this.

The boy's laughter was clear and clear, and could be heard far away. After entering the water, his smile never faded and he was very happy.

Fang Zichen didn't go down and stood by the pool to play with him for a long time. There was a banyan tree next to the pool with lush branches and leaves, which completely covered the pool. The water in the pool was a little cold, different from the river water. Fang Zichen didn't dare to let him After playing for too long, Guaizi was called out just after playing with some children in the village.

He swam to the edge of the pool, blinked his big watery eyes, and held up a little finger: "Father, my dear boy, you want to play a little more, is that enough? Just play once~"

Fang Zichen touched him and saw that It wasn't too cold. After entering Beijing, he didn't have any playmates around him. It was rare to meet children of the same age and play with them. Fang Zichen thought about it and agreed to let him play for a while.

The boy was so happy that he swam back and played splashing water with some children, smiling all the time.

The village chief sat aside and did not dissuade him. The baby looked small, but it looked like he was very good at swimming. Even the best swimmer in the village, Niu Wazi, could not compete with him.

Fang Zichen let him play for a full hour before calling him up. The good boy behaved obediently this time. Fang Zichen used his sleeves to wipe off the water on him and asked him to put on his own clothes. After the good boy put it on, he and the others kept watching. His child waved his hand: "Xiao Niu, when you come to the city, remember to come and play with the good boy. If you go to the hot sauce shop on Guangfu Street, you can find the good boy."

Mavericks swam with him for a while, and they had already developed a friendship. Now he knew that he was leaving, so he reluctantly said "Hmm": "I'm going to the market the day after tomorrow, and I'm going to sell vegetables with my father. I'll go find him." Yours."

"Okay."

The village chief led them home to get down to business.

A pound of chili pepper costs six cents in the city.

It was half cheaper than this in Buan Town.

The village chief said that if Fang Zichen wanted a lot, he could get it cheaper at 11 cents for two pounds.

Fang Zichen asked the village chief's wife to bring him a pot of water. The village chief thought he was thirsty, but he had just drank two bowls of tea.

It wasn't until Fang Zichen was seen off in the evening and he rushed into the kitchen with a thirsty mouth and drank a ladle of water that he realized that people really should prepare for a rainy day.

Fang Zichen returned home, and Brother Zhao laughed when he saw how cool he was and kept leaning towards him, with a look on his face that said, "I've done something big today, please ask me questions."

"Husband, where have you been today?"

he finally asked.

Fang Zichen puffed out his chest: "I've ordered chili peppers for you."

Brother Zhao was really shocked at this moment, and immediately asked: "How many cents per catty did you order?"

Fang Zichen took out a piece of paper from his chest and handed it to Zhao. Brother Zhao took it and opened it, and immediately smiled. He came to Fang Zichen and kissed him. Fang Zichen turned his head away again. Brother Zhao laughed and kissed him again on the left cheek.

Fang Zichen gasped through his nostrils: "It's four cents per pound, so I'm asking you if you're awesome or awesome?"

Brother Zhao was sincere and full of praise: "Awesome, my husband is the best." If he went, he would also You can get it for five cents per catty.

Fang Zichen put his hand on his waist: "Don't underestimate your husband from now on. I am an upright man. I can't do anything. I just kept a low profile before."

Brother Zhao lightly kicked him and fell on the bed with a smile.

When he was busy at the Hanlin Academy, he didn't always sleep.

When this person is diligent, no one can see him, but when he is lazy, everyone can see him.

He knows where his shortcomings are, that is, he is not familiar with the customs and people's livelihood, and he has been trying to make up for it recently!

In the surrounding villages and towns, he knew very well what was grown where and what people did for a living.

Xiaohu Village grows the most peppers among the nearby villages, and its annual output is also the most impressive. It would be really troublesome to go to other villages and buy them piecemeal.

After selling the braised pork for a few days, Brother Zhao discovered another problem. The shop was too small. They only sold a few food items, but it was so crowded that there was no room to sell cold drinks in the back.

And there are not enough manpower.

When we were in Yuanzhou, there were eight of them including him, not counting the children. Now there are only four in the store, and there are even more customers in the capital.

We need to rent a big shop and buy some talents.

Aunt Feng saw him plucking duck feathers and was still worried. She probably guessed it, so she came over and touched the handle and said, "Master, in fact, the old lady has several empty shops on Chang'an Street."

Brother Zhao didn't understand anything. mean.

Aunt Feng explained: "It was the old lady's dowry first. Later she went to a place with General Qin. The shop was not sold, so she left it for the housekeeper of the general's house to do business."

The business was not doing well. , without earning any money, it is no different than being empty.

Butler Qin in the General's Mansion in the capital was left in the capital by the Qin family and specialized in handling affairs in the capital.

The Qin family is in the capital city and has a lot of shops and houses. The late emperor Xiwen, but he attached great importance to Old General Qin. He probably also knew that without him in the south, there would be chaos. Every time Old General Qin When he returned to the capital, the old emperor always rewarded him with something. In addition, Meng Ruqing and Mrs. Qin were locals in the capital, so there were many dowry shops in those days.

Butler Qin is a rough old man who doesn't know how to do business. He rented most of the shop. When the shop expired a few years ago, Butler Qin took back the shop and did not rent it out again. Instead, he followed others and put some things inside. When the door opened, Just follow the example of others doing business, and in recent years you have been losing money.

The Qin family has no descendants, and no matter how much money they make, they don't know where to spend it. This thing is something that you won't take with you until you die.

When I returned to Beijing two years ago, the Queen Mother announced that Mrs. Qin had entered the palace. The two best friends chatted. The Queen Mother persuaded Mrs. Qin to let Qin Hengxuan adopt an adopted son or something. Otherwise, after his death, he would have no heirs and so much property. what to do? In the future, no one will burn incense during the New Year and festivals.

It's not that Mrs. Qin hasn't considered this matter, but she doesn't just accept her adopted son. If she accepts someone with a bad character, she will burn incense sticks and sweep their graves after death, so as not to corrupt Qin's family. The name of the family is pretty good.

In the past few years, I haven't met anyone who is close to my eyes and my heart, so this matter has been shelved.

Chapter 335

The Qin family is a first-class aristocratic family, the founder of the country, passed down from generation to generation. It can be said that the family has a great business. If nothing else, there are eight out of ten shops in Chang'an Street that belong to the Qin family.

At first, Grandma Feng thought that Brother Zhao's business was just a small business. Now that she has been here for a few days, she feels that the place is too small.

It was her first time doing business, and when she saw the things she had made with her own hands being rushed to buy by everyone, she always felt happy and wanted to do something big.

"Master, let's change places!"

"This is not good." Brother Zhao said.

He couldn't always ask for other people's things. The Qin family had sent so many gifts before, which made him feel a little uneasy.

When Nanny Feng heard this, she was even more satisfied with him, and said truthfully: "Master, Mrs. Qin, the eldest young master, and the young master all like our good little young master the most. He is the old general Qin. When the old slave is still in the house, , I often heard him talk about our good young master! When the eldest young master returned to Beijing with Mrs. Qin, I went back to the house to take care of the old lady. During that time, the old slave never heard the general talk about the eldest young master! Hug him, just our good boy, you saw it when we were in Hengyang, the old general always hugged him and refused to let go when he came back. "

Old General Qin loves his good boy, Brother Zhao knows that, good boy . During the few days that Zai lived in the Qin Mansion, the swelling on his face never went away. General Qin came back from outside every day. As soon as he entered the door, he first looked for the good boy and wanted to hold him and kiss him fiercely.

One time, the good boy couldn't stand it anymore. When General Qin came back in the evening, he saw the good boy with his back to the door, sticking out his ass as big as a bowl, twisting around like attracting a big tiger, and said: "Grandpa, no kiss." You have so much face, can you give me a kiss on your ass? My ass smells the best."

That night, he was chased all over the house by General Qin.

Old General Qin couldn't catch up with him. He was even more satisfied when he saw him jumping up and down like a monkey.

This guy's ability to escape is top-notch, he really has a future.

Seeing that his face didn't loosen up, Aunt Feng continued: "To put it bluntly, old slave, you should know what's going on with the second young master. The eldest young master has no heirs. I don't know who the Qin family will leave to him in the future." , this shop and yard are very important in our opinion, but to the Qin family, it is nothing. They usually reward their servants with dozens or dozens of taels. When the old slave came, the old lady also explained it, so My lord, please don't feel guilty."

Brother Zhao thought about it and still felt bad. To the Qin family, a shop might not even look down on, but to him, it was different. He couldn't ask for it knowing that it was very expensive, and he really had nothing to give. The first gift was sent home, so he couldn't refuse it. Moreover, they were food and some fabrics. This was the same as going to and from the village. It was a good relationship and normal. You can get a handful of vegetables or a basket of eggs as gifts, but giving land is different.

But finding a shop is indeed difficult.

Those with better locations were not owned by officials. Everyone knew that it was difficult to find a good shop and rent it, so when we were looking for it, we rented it directly with Yahang for decades.

Brother Zhao said he didn't want it and wanted to rent it, is that okay?

Seeing that he was determined, Grandma Feng nodded.

Call Uncle Tang to go with him to look at the shop.

When I arrived, there was a young man inside who was dozing on the counter. When he saw Aunt Feng and Uncle Tang, he immediately saluted.

He took the three of them for a walk, and on the way he heard from Nanny Feng that this shop sells groceries. But after walking around for a while, Brother Zhao felt his heart choked up. He felt that Butler Qin should be the one his husband mentioned. So called 'talent'.

There were two large cages in the corner, with a sign on them: "Chickens are four cents each, ducks are five cents each, no matter the price."

A voice came from the cage, and Brother Zhao glanced inside, and was speechless again. .

"This looks like it should weigh more than three pounds, right?"

Are you just a chicken?

The little man scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "It turned out to be a chicken cub, but it couldn't be sold later, so I kept feeding it, and the chicken cub became big."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Chicken Not far from the cage, there were two rows of snacks.

Brother Zhao didn't smell anything at all, just the smell of chicken feces.

Who would come to a place like this to buy pastries?

The business in the shop is not good, but the shop is good.

It doesn't matter if it's bad or not, it's really spacious. Both the shop outside and the yard at the back are bright and bright, and the location is good.

When Nanny Feng saw that he was attracted to him, she asked the young man to call Butler Qin.

As soon as Butler Qin saw Nanny Feng, she understood everything. She didn't ask for too low a rent to avoid people thinking too much, but she didn't ask for too high a price either. She gave her a medium price, which was considered reasonable.

Brother Zhao held the document and was pleased with it. He knew what was going on. He went home and told Guai Zai to write a letter to thank him

. Guai Zai did so.

If it were anyone else, I might not know what to say even if I write several times a month, but Guaizi is different. He is only six years old, but he has a sixty-year-old heart. He loves to chatter a lot and can talk about anything. In the last two sentences, he ran back to his room, wrote letters and drew pictures. He didn't stop until Fang Zichen came home in the evening.

Brother Zhao told Fang Zichen about the matter, and Fang Zichen scratched his head. He didn't know much about human nature, but if someone wants to give something, it's not free of charge. But Brother Zhao is right to do this, and he won't get anything for nothing. Lu! It's embarrassing to take too much.

Brother Zhao packed twenty bottles of hot sauce, along with a thick stack of letters, and asked the boy to take them and mail them.

Zhao Song sent someone to help find a house, and a few days later there was news. It was also on Chang'an Street, on the same street as the shop.

Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao went to see it. The boy was wowed as soon as he walked in. He said how big the room was. It was like a wild dog that had taken off its reins. He ran around and looked around. He liked it as soon as he saw it.

If you like it, you will definitely buy it.

There is a main hall in the front yard, where you can receive guests when they arrive on weekdays. After passing through the flower gallery and passing through the arch, you will find the inner courtyard. After passing through the hut, there is a yard at the end with a pool in it. I planted some lotus flowers and brought in clean running water.

This is the most satisfying place for Fang Zichen.

If I buy it and turn it into a swimming pool, my kids will definitely like it.

Fang Zichen walked around with Brother Zhao and asked him what he thought.

Brother Zhao also thinks it's pretty good.

They are all on Chang'an Street, which is close to the shop and convenient. Moreover, the wall in the front yard is high and soundproofed. If they move in and they live in the backyard, there will be no noise at all. The important thing is that there is a building in the front yard. stable.

Not counting the back room in the backyard, there are more than a dozen rooms in the inner courtyard, which are completely enough to live in. Xie Xiaoyu can also live in them when the time comes, and he no longer has to run in both directions.

Brother Zhao came out and asked the steward accompanying him: "What's the price of this yard?" There was no expression on his face, no trace of satisfaction, and the steward couldn't tell whether he liked it or not.

"I wonder if your husband is renting or buying?"

"What's the price for renting? How much is it for buying?"

"If you rent, it's three hundred taels a month. If you're buying, the flat price is sixty-three thousand taels."

Fang Zichen stood aside . I couldn't even take a breath and passed away.

Sixty-three thousand taels?

Is it so expensive?

Fang Zichen deeply felt that he was a poor man now.

But when I think about it, housing prices in Beijing's third ring road seem to be quite expensive.

But where can he and Brother Zhao get so much money?

But I like it...

I just like it if I like it! You can't spoil your child too much, and you can't let him say that wind is rain.

When the boy heard this, he counted it on his fingers for a long time and thought it was too expensive.

He has two chickens in a day or two, which costs 63,000 taels. If he buys all the chickens, he will not be able to eat them all in his lifetime.

There's actually nothing good about this house. It's too big, and the latrine is so far away. If you need to pee urgently, you might have to pee your pants halfway through the run. The kitchen is also far away from the room. Every time I go back to the room after eating, I'm afraid I'll pee. I'm going to be hungry too.

No way~

Brother Zhao had a hard time swallowing. He was about to say no, but someone ran in outside. I don't know what the steward said. The steward's face changed and he immediately changed his words: "Oh, young man, I just did it." I made a mistake, it's not sixty-three thousand taels, it's thirty-three thousand taels. Do you want it? "

Sixty thousand is expensive, but it's reasonable. "

Thirty thousand is shockingly cheap.

The steward saw Fang Zichen's expression change, and with a thought, he immediately said: "To be honest with you and my husband, people have been hanged in this house before." His eyes fell on Fang Zichen: "I just didn't know your identity, I, I... "..."

Fang Zichen quickly waved his hands and said it was okay, he bought this house.

If he has hanged someone before, he can just give him three sticks of incense. What does it matter? No one can stop him from taking advantage.

Brother Zhao had guarded Yizhuang and fought against "ghosts". Now he felt like he had borrowed two hundred dog guts from the sky. He didn't even care about a mere ghost.

The two were very happy, and immediately took the steward to the Department of Rites to transfer the property, "paying the money with one hand, delivering the goods with the other hand." After getting the deed, the steward looked at them. When Brother Zhao touched his wallet, his whole body suddenly became excited.

The steward's test: "You don't have any money?"

Brother Zhao's face turned red and he hesitated in speaking: "No, it's not."

The steward said with a smile on his face: "What is that?"

Brother Zhao didn't dare to look at him: "We don't have any. So much money."

Steward: "..."

If there is no one behind these two people, he might just punch them right now.

After all the transfers were made, it was said that there was no money.

But Grandma Feng told her...

"It's okay. Mr. Fang is a talented person. I guess he kept his promise. I can give it to him whenever he gets it."

Fang Zichen's eyes suddenly lit up, and the two brothers seemed to be patting him. On the shoulder: "Old man, you are very wise! Don't worry, I am handsome and kind-hearted. I will not do anything like defaulting on debts. I will write you an IOU later."

Steward: "..."

Actually He just said it.

After writing the IOU, taking the key, and coming out of the household department, Fang Zichen got an advantage and acted like a good boy. He shook his head, his posture was cool, and his eyebrows were high.

"Sometimes being too handsome is a worry. Just now I wanted to convince him with my sharp tongue, but in the end, people thought I was handsome... Well, heroes have no use for me." He looked at Brother Zhao and comforted him: "But don't worry, you probably don't have such worries as me."

Brother Zhao couldn't stand listening anymore and slapped him on the back.

方子晨龇牙咧嘴，旁儿路人都看得好笑，方子晨瞪过去:"笑笑笑，有什么好笑的，打是疼骂是爱，再笑我揍你了。"

那人赶忙跑开了。

Brother Zhao punched him again, and the boy's butt tightened hearing the sound.

They didn't go home, but went back to look at the house again, and they didn't even get enough of it.

When they got to the ground, the three of them knocked here and touched everywhere. They were very happy.

This will be their home from now on.

The shop and the house were rented. Brother Zhao had a serious problem on his mind and couldn't sleep the night he came back.

Fang Zi had slept too much in the morning and was teaching Guaizi next door. He was only free at this time of the day.

It wasn't until nine o'clock that he came out of the good boy's room. When he returned to the room, he was startled when he saw that Brother Zhao was still awake.

"Why are you still not sleeping?"

Zhao Ge'er's eyebrows curled up: "I'm happy."

Although he was happy to buy a house, Fang Zichen was not so happy when he had to pay the mortgage.

But why not buy it?

When those two things pop out of Brother Zhao's belly, the yard won't be enough to live in. We can't let Aunt Feng build another chicken coop, right?

Fang Zichen had a sad face. When he lay down, Brother Zhao poked him: "Are you unhappy?"

"No." Fang Zichen said.

The orange light next to him made the atmosphere just right. Under the warm light, Fang Zichen also lost his usual arrogance and sharpness, and his whole person looked much gentler.

Brother Zhao lay on his chest and looked up at him, his eyes tracing over his tall and straight nose, thin lips, and smooth and perfect chin.

This man is really good-looking at any time. Such a good-looking person is actually his husband...

Chapter 336

Brother Zhao's face turned slightly hot. He buried his face into Fang Zichen's warm and thick chest, smelled the refreshing scent of his body, put his hands on his waist, and slowly hugged him tightly.

Fang Zichen didn't dare to move, but Brother Zhao noticed that he was breathing rapidly.

"Husband, do you want it?" He raised his head, although he was asking, there was a silent invitation in his eyes.

Want it?

What I want.

They haven't been intimate for half a year. Brother Zhao's eyes are so intense, how could Fang Zichen not understand.

But if he pounces on him now, can he still be considered a human being? Brother Zhao is pregnant! My body wasn't comfortable at all.

Brother Zhao was buried tightly in his chest, his voice was dull and full of desire: "Husband, I want you."

Fang Zichen: "..."

No, you don't want to.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Brother Zhao slowly moved his hand down and repeated again: "Husband, I want you."

Fang Zichen trembled and breathed heavily.

The enemy has a hold on his life.

How can this be done?

His voice was hoarse: "...But you are pregnant."

Brother Zhao felt his face was getting hot and looked at him shyly: "The doctor said, in fact, after three months, you will be able to Did you do it?"

Fang Zichen was excited: "Really?"

"Yeah."

Fang Zichen squeaked and took a bite on Brother Zhao's face. "Then I turned into a werewolf?"

Brother Zhao laughed. Get up: "Yeah! Be gentle."

"Scum, Xiao Fangzi obeys your order."

Brother Zhao didn't wake up the next morning. Fang Zichen didn't need anyone to wake him up today. He got active when the time came. He felt refreshed and dressed. Good clothes, I kissed Brother Zhao before I walked out of the door quietly, and entered the next room. The good boy was still sleeping soundly with the Ultraman doll in his arms. His little face was flushed, and the quilt was kicked off by him. His belly was exposed, and it swelled with his breathing. Fang Zichen touched it, kissed him on the face, picked up the quilt and covered his belly. Just as he was about to leave, the boy shouted in a daze. He called him: "Father?"

Fang Zichen turned around: "Huh? Are you bothering me?"

The boy rubbed his eyes: "No, is father going to be a working bird?"

"Yes." Fang Zichen patted him and whispered. Coaxing: "You continue to sleep, remember to exercise and review when you wake up, you know?"

"Yeah! Good boy Xidao Bird."

Fang Zichen kissed him again, and the good boy got a kiss and slept more soundly.

After buying the shop, Brother Zhao was not in a hurry to move. He asked Xie Xiaoyu to hang a sign outside the shop, and explained to the customers when collecting the bill. On the other hand, Uncle Tang took a few maids sent by Zhao Song to carry out the newly rented shop. After cleaning, according to Brother Zhao's instructions, I found someone to make three large watertight cabinets and several wooden shelves, and also made some minor improvements to the shop. The upper part of the deli area is covered with custom-made gauze, and the lower part is covered with a meter-high wall. It is covered with a long chopping board and several hooks hanging in the air. There is one window in the roast duck area and two windows in the braised pork area.

There are a lot of flies in summer, so those who eat food have to be careful.

After two days of this, when both sides were done, Brother Zhao closed the shop on Guangfu Street.

Fang Zichen came over to look around and gave Brother Zhao a thumbs up.

"My husband is really amazing."

Brother Zhao was happy, slapping his hand away and blushing: "I do everything according to my husband's instructions, so why is he amazing?"

"I say he is amazing." There was no one in the backyard at this moment. , Fang Zichen poked his face, hugged his waist tightly, and laughed playfully: "We have rolled raw rice into glutinous rice balls, why are you still shy in front of me?"

"I'm not as shameless as you." Brother Zhao explain.

Fang Zichen didn't dare to be angry with him, so he just kissed him.

Brother Zhao pursed his lips and felt happy in his heart: "Husband, let's go to the dental shop to pick a few people! The weather is getting hot now, and I want to make cold drinks to sell."

With more than 30,000 taels of silver, Brother Zhao now has They didn't dare to take a breath.

Fang Zichen looked at the sun and saw that it wasn't too late now. The dental shop is open 24 hours a day: "That's fine."

Just as he left the house, the boy rushed over and asked Fang Zichen where he was going. He is going too.

Fang Zichen took him with him.

Yaxing was not far away. Along the way, Brother Zhao saw that there seemed to be more patrolling soldiers than usual.

They might not even meet each other first, but after walking for a while, they saw two teams passing by.

Seeing his doubts, Fang Zichen protected him and said proactively: "Didn't the old man say last time that the beginning of June is the emperor's birthday."

He remembered it as soon as he mentioned Brother Zhao.

"Now that it is almost the end of the month, envoys sent by various countries to congratulate have arrived one after another." Fang Zichen said: "During this period, Beijing is naturally more strict. If anything happens, it will not be a good thing."

Neighboring countries faced the big news Xia Hu looks at him eagerly, and they are friends with each other openly, but all kinds of little tricks are going on behind the scenes. When the envoy comes, it is impossible for him to stay in the post house and not come out. If someone accidentally gets into trouble, Da Xia will be blamed. , if it's too light, you might have to pay some money, if it's too heavy, it might provoke a dispute between the two countries.

This matter must be done with caution.

Nowadays, all departments are very busy with business. The Ministry of War has dispatched three thousand soldiers to patrol the city strictly. The entire capital is now in a state of tight security.

However, this has nothing to do with the common people. At most, the officers and soldiers have closer contact. Those who should do business should still do business, and those who have dinner at the right time should still eat on time.

This is the first time for Brother Zhao and Guaizi to come to a place like Yaxing. Fang Zichen went there once when he was in Fu'an Town.

As soon as the steward saw them coming, he came up and asked with a smile.

When he heard that he wanted someone, he subconsciously led them to the room.

Before he even got close, he heard muffled wails coming from inside.

The good boy shrank into Fang Zichen's arms.

Fang Zichen patted his back gently and said to Brother Zhao, who was looking a little pale, "How about you guys wait for me outside?"

Before Brother Zhao could speak, the manager patted his head and apologized, saying he was sorry.

Most of the people who usually come here are housekeepers, and they have done a lot of things like selecting people. When they come, the stewards will bring them in and let them choose on their own. Some people are wild and difficult to train. It is inconvenient to come out.

At this moment, he saw a child with a big belly, so he politely said that if he didn't tell her the requirements, he would go in and bring out those who met the requirements. The room was so dirty that the young man might bump into him when he entered.

Brother Zhao took a breath and said, "It's okay, let's go in!" It's not like he couldn't face this matter head-on.

The steward hesitated and looked at Fang Zichen.

Fang Zichen held Brother Zhao's hand: "Lead the way!"

As soon as the iron door opened, a strange smell mixed with an unpleasant smell rushed towards them.

The room was dark and dull, with several large iron cages in which people were locked in categories like animals.

There is one cage for women, another cage for brothers, another cage for men, and another cage for the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Most of them were in rags, unkempt and skinny.

Seeing someone coming, the people inside kept looking at Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao. Seeing the relationship between the two, they stretched out their hands from the iron railing and began to plead.

"Master, Master, buy a slave! Buy a slave. A slave can do any kind of work and has the strength. Please buy a slave!"

"Buy me! I don't want money, I just want a stutter for you, Master." "

The clothes on these beggars don't look very good. Among the dusty crowd, there are a few women who are very eye-catching and well-dressed. They are quite out of tune with everyone. They look at Fang Zichen intently, with burning eyes. .

The steward said at the side: "Sir, these are all shipped from the northwest. We have been training/teaching them in the tooth shop for a while, and we have learned some rules. You can put them in the backyard to do chores. If you put them in the front yard, How about these maids serving tea and water? They have worked in wealthy families and know the rules and etiquette. It is convenient to buy them back."

Fang Zichen felt very happy after hearing this. Uncomfortable, he kept silent. After a while, he looked at Brother Zhao and

said, "You choose." The good boy kept silent after entering the room. His little brows were furrowed and he kept staring at the people in the cage.

Brother Zhao's face was also ugly. He frowned deeply and walked around several cages.

Finally, I picked three guys, a girl, and a middle-aged woman.

The man didn't pick one.

When it comes to eating, husbands and wives are always

more careful, and... He doesn't think he is very kind, but if people are honest, he will treat them kindly. If these people are sold to others Damn it, it's hard to say what kind of life I will live in the future.

There is always a better way out for men.

Those maids seemed to have a big heart. They were working in a wealthy family's house first. They must have been sold out because they didn't do well or had some other reasons. If they were brought back, they would probably be restless.

"Husband." Brother Zhao pointed to the person he had chosen and asked Fang Zichen: "Can you take a look at these few?"

Fang Zichen knew exactly what he was thinking.

Since he was set up by Zheng Peiyao and Li Zhicheng, he now looks at people more carefully.

These people's hands are rough and their skin is dark yellow. They look like they work a lot, and they look like they are loyal and honest. But what kind of people's character is can only be known after getting in touch with them.

Zheng Peiyao and Li Zhicheng didn't look treacherous, but in the end, they were not just two bitches.

"Just look at it."

He said so, and Brother Zhao took the decision and asked the housekeeper to bring the person out.

The maids frowned, as if they thought it was a surprise that Brother Zhao didn't choose them, and they became anxious when they saw someone about to make a decision.

"Master~" She did not call Brother Zhao, but looked straight at Fang Zichen, with peach blossoms in her eyes: "This slave can serve tea and water, and can do paper laying and grinding work. You bought a slave."

Fang Zichen: "... ··Go to sleep and have a dream first! "

What the hell.

Brother Zhao's face immediately darkened. When the steward saw this, he hurriedly whipped him: "Shut up."

The maid suddenly didn't dare to speak.

The steward brought out a few people chosen by Brother Zhao, and one of them knelt down in front of Brother Zhao.

He has an ordinary appearance, and is so thin that his cheeks are sunken. The clothes on his body, not to mention being fully patched, are so tattered that they cannot cover his body. After being here for a month, he has understood many things after being trained.

"Master." Fang Zichen's temperament was too cold, and just standing there made people afraid to approach him. He didn't dare to beg. Brother Zhao had been talking just now, so now he begged him: "Master, I still have a slave." Brother, please buy him too. I will make you a cow and a horse in return. Please, my lord, please."

He kowtowed, but Brother Zhao didn't say anything.

He wanted a lot of people, and it was a big business. The manager was afraid that he would get bored and leave immediately. He was about to scold him, but Brother Zhao raised his hand to stop him.

"Who is your brother?"

The brother pointed.

It was an iron cage where the old, weak, sick and disabled were imprisoned. The little brother was holding the iron railings with both hands and looking over here, crying.

Eight or nine years old.

Brother Zhao sighed and motioned to the steward.

A total of six people were selected for this meeting.

The kid was young, so at half price, he got more than 40 taels.

The 'procedures' were completed very quickly, because it was a government-run dental shop with a government seal, so there was no need to go to the household department again.

A few people didn't dare to say anything. They kept their heads down and followed Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao closely, only three meters away. They probably knew that the smell on their bodies was not good, and they were afraid that if they got too close, they would be hurt. The family was unhappy and sent them back.

Fang Zichen shocked the boy and said, "Why is my son not talking? Is he going to be a melancholy boy?"

The boy touched his red eyebrows, sniffed and said, "Father, they are so pitiful." Just now. Someone stretched out his hand toward them, saying he was hungry, and asked the master to give him something to eat. The good boy felt sad after hearing this, and he touched his belly: "It will be very uncomfortable if you are hungry."

These words were like a sharp knife scratching his heart. Fang Zichen's throat felt as if it was soft meat, and he was unable to speak.

Brother Zhao squeezed the good boy's hand: "Father and dad have limited abilities and can't help many people, so we good boys should study hard and be useful people in the future, and try our best to let everyone have enough to eat, okay? "

The good boy was inspired by these words. He clenched his little fist and waved it in a menacing manner: "That's great. The good boy hates reading the most. He should try his best to be a useful person in the future so that everyone can learn from others. Rice." He turned around and kissed Fang Zichen: "Father, don't be sad if you're useless. You can't do it if you don't say anything."

Fang Zichen: "

I'm a big-headed idiot.

Why is he useless? He just doesn't have the money.

What kind of understanding does this damn child have? If he were older, he would have to press his butt to the ground and give it a good beating.

Chapter 337

After returning home, as soon as they entered the hospital, those people knelt down.

Fang Zichen couldn't adapt and jumped away. Although this was the second time he went to a place like Yaxing, he still couldn't get used to it. Every time he went there, he felt indescribably heavy.

People are clearly priced like goods. In this era, people are really like grass and their lives are thinner than paper.

Fang Zichen had never thought about hiring someone. Even when his family was very busy at first, he still thought about hiring someone. But what Shopkeeper Yang said was right. For this unique craft, hiring someone from outside would be a good idea even if he signed the contract. The documents are not guaranteed. If he leaks the secret, he will pay hundreds of taels in compensation. If the other party can help, he will also promise more generous benefits. It is difficult for the helper to change his mind. He holds the body contract in his hand and holds the life gate. There is no way to tell the truth. In this era, there is no "property rights" protection. If someone is betrayed, there is no place to reason.

Some of the businesses in this dental shop were forced to enter, while others encountered misfortune and could no longer survive, so they had to sell themselves, sell their freedom in life in exchange for a bowl of food, and work as slaves in wealthy families. , there are still people who stutter, and if they are left out, they will die. If you buy them and give them a mouthful of food, you are doing a good thing.

When shopkeeper Yang persuaded him like this, Fang Zichen thought it made sense and went.

Brother Zhao asked someone to get up, stood on the steps, and asked his name.

The manager of Yahang said that most of this group of people came from the northwest. Although these people brought back belonged to several small villages under the northwest border, they did not know each other.

The south is close to North Korea and the border is adjacent, but the northwest is different. The northwest border is vast and connected to five or six small countries. More than half a year ago, Ohara suddenly tore up the contract between the two countries and launched an attack on Linhe County. He went all the way south and hit In Xihe Town, news just came back from the front line last month that Oyuan had been driven out of the country.

The war brought about a lot of hardship for the people. The officers and soldiers of Dayuan burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil wherever they went. Their homes were destroyed, and the people in Linhe County were displaced. In order to have food to eat, some sold themselves into slavery, and some were sold into slavery.

Yang Ge'er's husband died under Dayuan's sword, and after the Dayuan people were driven out, Yang Ge'er's in-laws sold Yang Ge'er and his child Xiu Ge'er to Yahang in order to get food.

We went all the way to Beijing.

Although we had enough food to eat in Yaxing, it was only half a steamed bun a day.

There are so many guys and girls being sold this time.

The other two brothers were both around sixteen years old, one was called Brother Dou, the other was called Brother Yu, and the girl was called Da Mi. Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao were startled when they heard her name.

Fang Zichen asked tentatively: "Do you have any brothers and sisters in your family?"

Da Mi replied: "Yes, I have two sisters and three brothers."

Fang Zichen was curious: "What are their names? Is one called Doudou and the other One is called Chinese cabbage, and the other is called big radish?"

Rice's eyes widened: "How do you know, sir?"

Fang Zichen: "..."

Brother Zhao burst out laughing.

He leaned into Fang Zichen's ear: "Husband, you guessed it right."

The last middle-aged woman was a widow named Aunt Jiang, similar to Brother Yang, who was sold into a dental shop by her husband's family.

Brother Zhao asked her before and knew that she could do needlework.

He asked Uncle Tang to find some clothes and take them to tidy them up first. After washing up, they looked cleaner and more energetic. They were wearing Uncle Tang's clothes. Brother Zhao felt embarrassed. Although Uncle Tang was a servant, But the clothes were really good, so he gave Uncle Tang thirty taels and asked him to buy some sets by himself, but Uncle Tang refused.

Meng Ruqing treated him generously. He had no children, so he really didn't lack so many clothes. Moreover, these people looked at him pitifully, so they treated them as gifts from him.

He insisted on not wanting it, so Brother Zhao had no choice but to give up, thinking that tomorrow he would be free and buy a few more clothes for him.

The yard at home is not enough for living, so Brother Zhao asked the boy to give up his room and bought two bamboo mats. He planned to let others sleep for one night. After a good rest, he will go to Chang'an Street to clean the yard tomorrow. My son moved in. There are many rooms over there, and each person can sleep in one room with one leg, which is more than enough.

Dozens of ducks are killed every day in the shop. The duck intestines and duck kidneys are braised and sold, but the duck blood and duck hearts are kept for themselves.

There are only four masters in the family, and there are no concubines or concubines. They are really easy to recognize. There is a master, a master, a young master, and there is also a young master who is not

here. I heard that it is almost past seven o'clock, and a few people have just washed themselves with cold water. If you use hot water for the bath, you have to wait until the evening. Fang Zichen asked Uncle Tang to cook quickly, otherwise he would get cold.

Seeing Uncle Tang busy in the kitchen, several people followed him in.

They were from the village before, and they worked very neatly. They had the dishes ready in no time.

Brother Zhao is not a picky person, although Fang Zichen is, but he is not picky in this kind of place either. All the food is cooked in the same pot. Now you see three dishes and one soup on the table. The soup is made of pork ribs. Yes, pregnant women are prone to calcium deficiency, so Fang Zichen specially asked Uncle Tang to buy some bones to stew. The other dishes, including stir-fried chicken with green onion, blood tofu, and duck liver with stir-fried pickled bamboo shoots, were all oily.

First of all, everyone looked at Uncle Tang cooking a big pot, thinking that it was all for the masters, but they didn't expect...

They couldn't eat so richly during the New Year.

Everyone stood at the table hesitantly and a little uneasy. The smell of meat rushed straight into their noses, making them greedy to death. Several of them were so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs. After smelling this smell, their stomachs were full of hunger. It made a rumbling sound, and just swallowing saliva made my throat feel bald and peel off a layer of skin. After staying in Yaxing for a month, everyone knows that there is a difference between master and servant. What will happen if the master eats and they will follow suit?

Uncle Tang smiled and waved for them to sit down: "Eat."

Rice swallowed hard and stared at the dishes on the table. His stomach was as loud as thunder: "Can we really eat this?"

"Of course you can." Uncle Tang said, "Sit down quickly!"

He has been serving in a wealthy family for decades. He has a good posture and a smiling face. Although he looks very close, his temperament makes several people seem a bit reserved. .

Brother Xiu didn't dare to pick up the vegetables, and he ate the white rice very well. He had never eaten white rice.

Suddenly there was a piece of meat in the bowl. Brother Xiu opened his eyes wide and looked at Uncle Tang at a loss.

He is a brother. In the past, his family bought meat for Chinese New Year and festivals, but he couldn't eat it.

Grandma said she would leave it to her younger brother and uncles.

Uncle Tang looked at him: "Eat some meat, everyone can eat it."

Brother Xiu looked at Brother Yang, Brother Yang felt sour in his heart: "Eat it."

Brother Yu held the bowl and whispered: "Master and Master What a good man."

"Of course it's good." Uncle Tang took the opportunity to say: "As long as you obey and don't have any evil thoughts, the master and the master will treat you well."

Brother Dou said solemnly, "Uncle, we. Got it, we don't think about anything, we just want to have something to eat. The master will take us out of that place, and we will definitely not do anything wrong to him."

"That's all," Uncle Tang said.

The good boy hasn't slept with Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao for a long time. He was so excited now that he rolled around on the bed, and then played with Fang Zichen. Fang Zichen covered his head with a sheet and pretended to be a monster chasing him around. The boy was running around the room, running on the table, hiding under the bed, and then climbed onto the pillar. Brother Zhao saw that he had just taken a shower, and now he was sweating profusely, and his head was covered with spider webs. His eyelids twitched and he shouted to them to stop.

Fang Zichen and Guai Zai were having a great time playing, and they couldn't stop anywhere.

The guys cleaned the kitchen, and when they came out, they were stunned when they saw Fang Zichen and Guaizi kneeling at the door of the main room.

As soon as Uncle Tang heard Brother Zhao's roar, he knew that the father and son were afraid that something was going to happen to him, and now he saw the expression on his face.

The good boy will be dirty now, just like a little cat. It's so late, no wonder Brother Zhao is angry.

Uncle Tang went back to the kitchen and took out a bun and gave it to the good boy. The good boy looked into the room and saw that there was no movement in the room. He quickly took it and said with a smile: "Thank you, Grandpa Tang."

Fang Zichen was used to kneeling. Brother Zhao came out later, and he walked over with a shy face: "Dear Zhao Guoguo, Xiao Fangzi will be on duty tomorrow, can you please let Xiao Fangzi go back to his room to rest?"

He was too tight-lipped, Brother Zhao Without saying anything, he just said "honey" on the left and "kiss the young husband" on the right. Brother Zhao couldn't stand it, so he pursed his lips and asked him to go back to his room.

Regardless of morality, Fang Zichen abandoned his good boy and ran away.

The good boy pressed his butt against the wall, tried to reduce his presence as much as possible and tried to sneak in silently, but was stopped by Brother Zhao.

The good boy shouted flatteringly: "Daddy~"

"Go take a bath." Brother Zhao said: "If you don't wash, I will let you sleep in the pig pen at Grandma Wang's house next door."

"Yo~" The good boy lingered. He didn't want to go: "Dad, don't you want a donkey boy? Grandma Wang next door doesn't even raise pigs. Simo will have a pigsty!"

Brother Zhao didn't want to talk nonsense and bent down to ask for slippers. The boy immediately ran to the kitchen to beat him. Water.

Brother Zhao wanted to sigh as he looked at it.

His son was never like this before, he just learned bad things from his husband.

The next day, Fang Zichen went to work, and Brother Zhao led a few people to Chang'an Street. The yard was large, and the cleaning and mopping could take four or five days to complete. But I was in a hurry to move in, so I left the outer yard first. There was no tidying up, but a sweep of the inner courtyard. Brother Zhao followed for a while, and his back was sore.

Brother Yu whispered: "Master, please rest for a while! We can just do this work."

They originally spoke and kept silent, but Fang Zichen was not used to it, so he asked them to change their words.

Brother Zhao couldn't do anything anymore and went back to the house to rest.

When we settled down on Guangfu Street, Brother Zhao had just bought a set of furniture. It had only been used for more than a year and it was still usable. He could just move it here, but he had to buy new beds for the brothers. .

Uncle Tang took the order and ran away. Brother Zhao was so tired that he didn't expect that he could handle some trivial matters first. After all, he had experience. With him around, Brother Zhao felt a lot more relaxed.

This yard has been well repaired before, and we only need the furniture to be delivered before we can move in.

Brother Zhao was counting money at night and couldn't help but sigh.

Yuanzhou sent a few hundred taels before, and the emperor also rewarded him with a few hundred taels. Adding in the profit made by the shop and the robberies in the past few months, it is almost more than two thousand. However, he also spent a lot before, and now he is buying furniture. I went some more, but now I only have more than 800 taels left on hand.

It seems that I didn't spend much, but the money just disappeared.

At the end of the month, they officially moved from Guangfu Street to Chang'an Street.

On the day we checked in, we were packed with guests.

Are they all relatives?

Of course not, except for those from the Zhao family, the rest were all 'shouted' by Fang Zichen.

"I'm moving into my new house at the end of the month. Let's all come over for a meal then! Don't bring any too expensive gifts."

As soon as everyone heard this, they knew what he meant and reminded them so that no one came to the house empty-handed. .

He usually had a lot of free time, not just wandering around in the Hanlin Academy. Occasionally he would go to the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Household Affairs. He also recognized some people there, and he called them all here today.

He is a low-ranking official of the sixth rank, so he cannot usually invite so many people, but Mr. Zhao will probably go, and so will Zuo Yingying. I have made good friends with the Qin family again...

I have to go this time.

The emperor's birthday is approaching, and all the ministries and institutes are very busy during this period. I thought not many people would come, but unexpectedly, almost all the people who sent the messages came.

Fang Zichen's hands were sore after receiving the gifts. These people were on the right track, and they were really polite.

Guan'er, who was friendly with Fang Zichen on weekdays, gave a money tree as a gift. It was heavy and yellow, and Fang Zichen weighed it. It weighed a few pounds, eleven or two kilograms, and he sold it on the street. Five or six hundred taels was not a problem.

"You came just as you said you would. Why do you bring such a heavy gift? You're being too polite." Fang Zichen said disapprovingly.

The officer choked.

Then don't smile so happily?

Don't hug her so tightly, I might believe you.

Chapter 338

Fang Zichen stretched his neck and looked behind him. He saw a carriage turning from the street. His eyes lit up and he immediately shouted: "Smash it, open the sack."

The good boy opened the sack quickly, and Fang Zichen opened the money tree. Putting it in, the officer looked at the three big sacks standing upright behind the boy. He didn't know what was in them just now, but they were still placed at the door, as if they were afraid that the contents would escape, and they were tied tightly. Now he would see the money tree he had given being put in... Then he looked at the empty sacks at Guaizi's feet, and his eyelids twitched.

Damn it, I've been prepared for this for a long time!

Fang Zichen pushed him through the door: "Go in and have a sip of tea. Someone is here again. I have to be busy collecting the gifts first. I'll talk to you later!"

"..."

Fang Zichen couldn't stop smiling. After passing his mouth, he stared at the sacks with burning eyes, feeling beautiful in his heart.

This must be several thousand taels!

It's really good to be a wealthy family. If you spend too much money, a mortgage of 30,000 yuan is nothing! When his two sons are smashed out, there will be a full-moon wine and a one-year-old banquet. Wouldn't these 30,000 taels be almost complete?

Rumor has it that if you are poor, just hold a wedding banquet and earn more than ten or two hundred thousand at a time.

This rumor really makes sense!

Damn it, this is a waste of money.

He and Guaizi work together flawlessly. He is responsible for being polite and Guaizi is responsible for opening sacks. The Prime

Minister Zuo looked at him from a distance for a moment and found it extremely funny. He said to Zhao Song, who was blushing next to him: "Master Zhao, your brother-in-law is really a good housekeeper." "

Your Majesty praised me." Zhao Song was so embarrassed. When he didn't see Brother Zhao following him at the door to greet the guests, Zhao Song had a bad feeling in his heart. After watching for a while, he finally realized that Brother Zhao might be embarrassed. ! Hidden inside to say hello.

When Fang Zichen saw Zuo Xiang, his eyes lit up. This is the real big business. One person can beat three. This kind of big fat sheep should be slaughtered: "Oh, old man, you are here too."

Zhao Song's heart skipped a beat and he immediately scolded him . "Don't be unreasonable."

Fang Zichen curled his lips depressedly.

The Prime Minister Zuo smiled, waved his hand, and didn't mind at all: "It's okay, I allow him to shout like that."

Zhao Song's beard trembled. He knew that the Prime Minister Zuo often came to the house to see the good boy, but he didn't think of returning it. The relationship with Fang Zichen is so... good.

The good boy raised his head and called out: "Grandpa, Grandpa Meng, are you here too?" He opened the sack and handed it to the two of them, then looked at them with bright eyes, his meaning was self-evident.

Zhao Song: "..."

Don't you even let your own family members go?

Zhao Song's heart was filled with worry because of his obedient little grandson! They have all followed this bastard's example and are obsessed with money. He gave Fang Zichen a hateful look, and Fang Zichen was so confused by his glare.

Zhao Song knelt down and touched Guaizi's sweaty hair: "Do you want to give it to your family too?"

"Yeah!" Guaizi said, "We must treat everyone equally and fairly, without any differential treatment."

Zuo Xiangdu Hearing the laughter, he knew Fang Zichen's character, so he came prepared for this meeting. He took out a stack of banknotes about a finger thick and put them in. Guaizi and Fang Zichen suddenly breathed heavily, and their eyes popped out instantly, and they were sticky. On the banknote.

Zhao Song felt so embarrassed that he almost lost his sight. Maybe he shouldn't come today.

The good boy's heart was pounding. He took his eyes back with difficulty for a while, stretched his neck and swallowed hard, then looked at the left prime minister, his eyes flickering: "Grandpa, you are really a kind person."

The Prime Minister Zuo found it funny when he saw his little money-obsessed look: "What's the reward?"

The good boy waved to him and motioned for him to squat down.

The left prime minister was kissed by him. His little mouth was soft and warm.

"Good boy, I will give you a sweet treat."

Zuo Xiang was heartbroken and wanted to lead him in. Good boy shook his head: "No way! Today is very busy. Good boy has to accept gifts, so grandpa will go in first.

" With a sigh of relief, he stepped in. After taking a few steps, he heard two creepy laughter coming from behind him before he even entered the door.

"Hahahahaha... I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich."

"Father, dad, I want Western chicken, Western crabs, and Western shrimps."

Fang Zichen knocked on his head. This prodigal son, just now Just think about spending it after making some money. Are these banknotes burning your hands? Is it scalding? Can't you just leave it overnight?

Prime Minister Zuo looked back and saw that Fang Zichen and Guaizi were squatting on the ground in excitement, getting together and counting the small stack of banknotes he had just given.

Zhao Song had another heart attack.

Just count! Can't you stand? He was squatting and had no manners at all. He looked like a beggar on the roadside who had received a generous reward. He was really helpless.

Brother Zhao and Xiaofeng were greeting the guests in the courtyard. Nanny Feng and Uncle Tang followed them. Some officials brought their families and came over to congratulate Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao couldn't help but Uncle Tang. But they know each other.

"Your Majesty, this is the wife of Lord Jia of the Ministry of Rites." Although Brother Zhao didn't know many etiquettes, he also knew that most of them had to salute at this time.

Aunt Feng held him back and said there was no need. Uncle Tang also echoed.

They came from a wealthy family and knew the etiquette. If they said there was no need, Brother Zhao would just listen and no one would harm him.

Mr. Jia was a second-rank official, one level higher than Zhao Song. He came here for the sake of the Qin family.

This place was given to General Qin by the late emperor for decades in the twelfth year of the Xia calendar. The old house collapsed nine years ago. Due to the poor "city appearance", Butler Qin had people rebuild it, and it has been empty ever since. , we only have people come over regularly to clean.

It had been a long time since this happened, and no one knew who originally owned this house. Only some elderly officials still remembered it.

Mrs. Jia felt a little unhappy when she saw that Brother Zhao did not salute her. But with Nanny Feng and Uncle Tang protecting him, Mrs. Jia knew that what was said outside was true.

This Fang family is really lucky, and

they actually hooked up with Qin. She didn't dare to touch Qiao in front of Aunt Feng. She smiled and chatted with Brother Zhao, saying that he was lucky, and there was no one like Fang Zichen among the children in Beijing. In general, not to mention outstanding talents and good looks, he is only one husband after all. This Fang Number One Scholar is really single-minded. But speaking of it, it is also Fang Fang who is lucky to find such a home. Now that he has a body, he is still young. Some twins are really lucky.

Brother Zhao smiled and only said a few polite words.

Just listen to these scene words, and if you agree with them, people will think you are following the pole.

After praising Brother Zhao, Mrs. Jia's eyes fell on Xiaofeng again, saying that he was well-off, and she was looking at Eleven and Twelve, but had she already begun to look at each other? I'm afraid it's hard to find someone like this.

Xiaofeng is indeed handsome. He has become a bit paler in recent years and has become more handsome. In the past, he was so skinny and dark that no one in the village could recognize him as a young man. Now, after a few years, he looks very handsome. .

Xiaofeng blushed at the praise.

Some family members also gathered around, and the backyard was very lively.

The few brothers I brought back earlier knew that Fang Zichen was an official, sixth grade. Today I just thought that those who came here were also like this, but now I saw that all the officials were majestic and the women were all rich. My hands were shaking during the tea.

The shop was closed today, and Xie Xiaoyu and Li Yisheng also came over. They were hiding in the door and didn't dare to go out.

It wasn't that he was afraid, but that some petty officials knew that he was Fang Zichen's brother and kept pulling him to talk.

Li Yisheng couldn't bear it, but he was a little happy in his heart. Although he was a minor official, an official was an official, and his brother was a promising man. So many people were vying to be the first to fawn over. Some of them were doing it for the sake of the Qin family and the Prime Minister, but most of them were It's for Fang Zichen's own sake. He may be a junior official, but he can make the emperor angry and still escape unscathed. He is a capable person:

"It would be great if your father were here right now. "Li Yisheng said with some regret.

Xie Xiaoyu knew why he said that.

He also felt a little pity that his father was not here now. He had been clamoring to marry Li Yisheng before, and his father scolded him about what future he would have if he married such a good-for-nothing.

Although Li Yisheng could not join the officialdom, he never missed him for food and drink, and treated him well. Even after being married for such a long time, there was no movement in his body. Li Yisheng never said anything. He also said that children are fate, and it is a good thing to have them. It doesn't matter, he has a godson, and his godson is very filial. When eating a big pancake, even if it falls on the ground, he knows how to pick it up and blow it clean before giving it to him to eat. Moreover, Fang Zichen is a moral person. He just took Li Yisheng and introduced him to everyone without hesitation:

"This is my brother. He is a doctor. If you have any problems in the future, you can come to him. My brother is very capable. He can do anything even if he is tough." Save it for you! "

Where's Bai Huanan?"

People are still in the academy now!

Fang Zichen was the number one scholar appointed by the emperor. When this news came back to Yuanzhou, it was a sensation.

Knowing that he came from Qinghe Academy, the emperor also gave him a plaque saying "Outstanding People and Places" and asked the guards to send him to Qinghe Academy.

Mr. Wu was so excited that he couldn't hold his breath and passed away. No one in the past years had enjoyed such an honor.

The plaque is hung on the Qinghe Academy. During that time, Elder Wu could not even walk with an air of dignity, his steps were windy, and there were even more people from other countries who came here to study.

Xie's father also heard people talking about Fang Zichen in the Yamen. Knowing that he was favored, he couldn't help but feel horrified. But at the same time, he was glad that he didn't have a bad relationship with him back then. This man was a protector, and he watched him defend his son again and again. I knew it when I was young, and I had a quarrel over Li Yisheng once. If he had really provoked me at that time, with his unwillingness to suffer any loss, I am afraid that even if he is lame, he would be able to climb over the mountains and crawl from Beijing when he thinks of him. Li returned and beat him.

He wrote back to Xie Xiaoyu, asking him and Li Yisheng to make good friends with Fang Zichen and not to offend him.

Fang Zichen got up. Li Yisheng was good with him, so he would benefit from it. The higher Fang Zichen stood, the more glory he would get. If Fang Zichen accidentally became a high official, it would still depend on the owner when he beats the dog. When Li Yisheng walked out, who would Not allowed to give face? Isn't this better than Bai Huanan? According to the practice of previous years and the strength of Qinghe Academy, Bai Huanan is in the second or third place.

Fang Zichen will never be like this again.

The cooks were borrowed from the Zhao family. If there are many people invited, Brother Zhao doesn't know how many dishes should be cooked, how many plates on the table, and what is appropriate etiquette.

This is different from the village. When guests come to the village, the whole meat dish, whether it is fatty meat stewed with cabbage or a meal of radish, served in one pot or stir-fried separately, does not matter. As long as there is meat, everyone will know your sincerity. If there is no meat, the vegetable No matter how many tricks and tricks are used, everyone will inevitably feel frustrated.

Brother Zhao has lived in the village for a long time, and he will entertain the village chief and Aunt Liu during the New Year. As long as there are plenty of meat and vegetables, but not so much that they show off their wealth, nothing will go wrong.

Even if something goes wrong, it's okay.

But it was different now. Whenever something went wrong, Fang Zichen would inevitably be criticized.

The cuisine is not enough. Are you looking down on me?

There are so many dishes, do ordinary people eat like this? It's just a sixth grade, there are dozens of cases in a month, it's really extravagant.

It doesn't matter if it's more or less. The official who is the biggest here must at least have a dish he likes on the table. It's all about exquisiteness. You have to learn these things. Brother Zhao has no one to teach him. At least there is Feng. Mammy and Uncle Tang are here, otherwise he might have to go back to Zhao Mansion to trouble Shi Nianqi.

There were six tables set up. The men were eating in the front yard and the women were in the backyard.

We ate late, fearing that the good boy would be hungry, so Brother Zhao let him eat two steamed buns and half a chicken in advance. It was a bit slow to eat at the table now. The good boy had just finished a bowl of rice and handed the bowl to him. Give it to Nanny Feng. Nanny Feng took the bowl and went down. A woman next to him saw that he looked very strange. At that time, Meng Ruqing was just a brother, but he was quite favored. He once surpassed his eldest son. She didn't know it at first. , looking at Guaizi's little appearance, she finally understood a little bit. She touched Guaizi's head, thinking that he didn't want to eat, and advised him:

"Young Master Fang, you need to eat more! You've eaten too much. Only then can you grow taller. "

The rice that was just placed on the table was taken several times. It was 70% full and the bowl was so small that it didn't take more than a few bites.

The boy blinked. He felt that he had eaten enough: "The boy has eaten so many birds!"

"One bowl is not enough." The woman said with a smile.

The good boy raised two fingers: "Are those two bowls enough?"

"That's enough."

The good boy touched the melon seeds on his head: "What about the three bowls?"

"Three bowls should be enough for rice."

Xie Xiaoyu chuckled. come out.

Xiaofeng pursed his lips and lowered his head.

Brother Zhao blushed and said nothing.

Nanny Feng has been serving in the General's Mansion for a long time, and she is very informal about things.

He knew that the good boy ate a lot, and the bowl that the female family members used was not big enough for five or six bowls. He was afraid that he would not be full, so he changed the plate and brought it over.

Everyone was stunned when they looked at it.

What operation is this?

"Thank you, mama." Guaizi took it, picked up a piece of meat and started drying it.

This is only his second bowl, so he is no longer a loser.

The woman who spoke first saw him immersed in the meal, and she suddenly paused on the spot. After she recovered her senses, she smiled at Brother Zhao, and immediately changed her words: "It's a blessing to be able to eat, and it's a blessing to be able to eat."

Uncle Tang left her alone . He glanced at it and said: "Our good young master has a good appetite."

The woman nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes."

Chapter 339

Fang Zichen doesn't drink, but he can talk, and when he was chatting enthusiastically, Eunuch Huang came.

Fang Zichen hurried to greet him, thinking that Xia Jinghong had gotten the news and sent him specially to deliver gifts. He was full of expectations, but it turned out that he was sent to announce the entry of Prime Minister Zuo into the palace.

Fang Zichen's enthusiasm turned cold.

Seeing his change of expression, Eunuch Huang almost smiled. He said a few words of congratulations, and then asked the two eunuchs behind him to bring up something covered with red cloth.

Very big.

It looked over a meter long and half a meter wide.

What the hell?

Big gold bar?

It looked a bit like it, so Fang Zichen hurriedly opened...

a plaque.

On it are two characters with flying dragons and phoenixes - Fangfu.

Damn it, how could ancient people be so good at giving gifts?

Does he lack this thing? What he lacks is money!

Eunuch Huang and Zuo Xiang left. With these two people present, everyone in Fang'er didn't dare to breathe. Now someone would come up to congratulate them. The general idea was that this thing was written by the emperor himself and was really valuable.

Moving into a new house is nothing to worry about. All the gifts from the emperor have been given. It's amazing!

I'm really favored.

...

The left prime minister was hurriedly summoned into the palace, and when he came to the imperial study room, he saw that the right prime minister was also there, and his face was solemn.

His heart sank: "Wei ministers are joining the Emperor."

Xia Jinghong rubbed his eyebrows, his face tense: "The Prime Minister Zuo is sorry." He pushed a dark box in front of the Prime Minister: "Prime Minister Zuo, let's take a look at this first!

" It is reddish brown and has the special seal of the Qin family on it.

I originally thought it was a letter of greetings for 'birthday wishes', but seeing that the top layer of the black box was encrypted, the Prime Minister knew it was not the case. It must be a secret letter from the Qin family.

Xia Jinghong said: "Uncle Qin asked the secret guard to bring this to me."

The Prime Minister took out the envelope, frowned deeply after reading it, his face became ugly, and the veins in the hand holding the envelope popped out.

"What does the DPRK want to do?"

The letter mentioned that the situation in the DPRK has been different in recent times. In the past two years, there was a drought in the western part of the DPRK, and the DPRK increased taxes, but this increase has never been reduced.

Land tax, military tax, and labor service are the three pillars of the tax system.

To put it bluntly, it means handing over food, handing over people, and handing over strength.

Pay taxes in autumn, pay grain, pay silver when there is no grain, pay troops to recruit people, and pay to build roads and cities.

Various tax systems are mostly controlled within a reasonable range. If taxes are too onerous and the people find it difficult to settle, they may rebel. In the absence of natural or man-made disasters, the amount of taxes will generally not be easily changed.

In the past few years, the war in the northwest has become tense and the national treasury is empty. Xia Jinghong has to raise the autumn tax. As a result, the people have complained that water can carry a boat or capsize it. Unless it is absolutely necessary, no one can do it. Is the Emperor of the Chao Kingdom stupid for taking this step?

No, I'm afraid there is another purpose.

To put it bluntly, taxes are collected to support the officials of the imperial court, the soldiers who protect the country, and the horses that feed the imperial court. If there are too many soldiers and horses, taxes must be raised. Otherwise, what will the officers and soldiers eat and drink?

The Chao Kingdom raised taxes on the grounds of the west. Although it can be said to be an emergency, this 'emergency' lasted two years and something was wrong. The Qin family's spies lurking in the Chao Kingdom found out some time ago that the Chao Kingdom The imperial court secretly transported grain to the north many times, and the intersections leading to the northwest and various counties and towns were strictly controlled two years ago.

What is this for?

The north of the country is close to Herbat. It is a small country with only 30,000 people in the country. Moreover, the geology there is desert, hot and dry, and food cannot be grown. Herbat is extremely poor.

There is no benefit in conquering such a small and depressed country. Even if the country is full and wants to attack, it is enough to send a few thousand elite soldiers there. Why bother to increase taxes?

This is both a tax increase and a food transport. The DPRK may have raised troops in the north!

What is the purpose of raising soldiers?

If you think about it, you will know that the Chao Kingdom is bordered by Herbat to the north and Daxia to the south. Although it has a vast territory, the west and east are mostly salt fields, mountainous areas, and plateaus. These lands cannot grow food, and people There is too much land but little land, so the Chao Kingdom has been eyeing Daxia for many years, and now it may be holding back its big move.

The northwest has been in turmoil for years, and the people are struggling to make a living and cannot produce anything at all. The soldiers in the northwest are all supported by taxes from the south and central part. If the south becomes more chaotic, Daxia will be attacked from both sides.

The Chao Kingdom has not attacked now because it is afraid of the Qin family. But now the Qin family's old general Qin is already sixty, how many more years can he lead the army?

People are just waiting for an opportunity. It doesn't require General Qin to die, he just needs to be too old to wield a spear.

The late emperor was fond of literature but not of troops, and the great Xia Dynasty had many literati, but war was never about armies on paper.

After Xia Jinghong succeeded to the throne, he opened a martial arts department. Unfortunately, more than ten years later, it still has not achieved much results.

It is indeed difficult to raise a general who can command thousands of armies and lead them in battle.

Soldiers must obey orders and arrangements, as long as they can fight.

A general must not only be able to fight, but also be able to command thousands of armies, know tactics, and be able to convince the crowd.

If you want to become a general, you must either come from a family of military generals and train them since childhood and then inherit them, or you must kill enemies bravely on the battlefield and rise up step by step.

But it doesn't mean that you can become a general by charging at the front line and killing the enemy bravely. As a commander, leading the army, he must command the entire battle in place, and there are many possibilities on the battlefield, which are changing rapidly, and a general needs many years of experience. , requires adaptable thinking ability and good judgment, control, affinity, and decision-making ability; in addition, it should be courageous and resolute.

You must also have extensive knowledge of terrain analysis, combat forms, etc., so that you can assume the responsibility of defending your homeland.

Therefore, generals can never be made just by being able to fight.

War is a matter of life and death, and the psychological pressure it brings to participants, especially command and decision-makers, is self-evident. Without a good psychological quality and extraordinary perseverance, not only will it harm yourself, but it will even harm others.

How difficult is it to train such a general who needs to understand decision-making and be able to withstand pressure?

Throughout the ages, there have always been tens of millions of soldiers but only one general.

Eight years ago, Beiqi killed the generals guarding the northwest, and Xia Jinghong sent new generals there.

Although this general was capable of fighting, he lacked experience and was not quick-witted. The enemy troops from Beiqi attacked Xiliao City at night, but the general did not dare to underestimate the enemy and sent the entire army to guard it. For two consecutive days and nights, none of the soldiers from Daxia I had to get some sleep. I didn't have enough sleep and my spirit was already a little dazed. What's more, for two days and two nights, the Beiqi soldiers had to take turns to rest. On the morning of the third day, Beiqi officially launched an attack. The results can be imagined. The soldiers of Daxia suffered heavy casualties in that battle.

Xia Jinghong chatted with Fang Zichen on the way to Beijing. Fang Zichen said that it would be difficult for a general to protect the country to have a good result.

During war, the army needs someone to command it. The emperor would certainly not be at ease if he easily handed over military power to a mediocre person. Whether we can do it or not is a matter of life and death and the fate of the country.

And if you want to hand over military power to a general who is good at conquering and fighting, there will also be indescribable pain.

If the battle is won, the emperor will worry about whether these generals will slowly become bigger by relying on their military power. When the emperor is worried, he will not be able to sleep. Over time, he will easily become mentally ill, and then the general will be in danger.

Xia Jinghong desperately wanted that kind of worry.

For another person, he might really be afraid of the Qin family's rebellion, but Xia Jinghong is not afraid of the Qin family's rebellion, he is only afraid of the Qin family's death.

How did Fang Zichen know his pain? Qianer invited Fang Zichen, and Fang Zichen also said: "Your Majesty, tomorrow is your birthday, and a lot of people are giving you gifts. Are you going to be so happy? If you have a lot of money, There is so much money to spend and so many gifts that it bothers you. You have to call me! I can help you solve your problems. I am most happy to do this kind of work. After all, I am a helpful person. You must not be polite to me. !", he didn't feel stupid at this moment, he just wanted to cry.

Both the left and right phases are also preoccupied.

Prime Minister Zuo had just arrived home after leaving the palace. Mrs. Zuo came over and said sadly: "Brother Qing is not coming back."

In previous years, on Xia Jinghong's birthday, the Qin family mostly sent people to Beijing to deliver gifts, but rarely came in person.

"Feng Wang" Wuzhao was not allowed to enter the capital. Although the Qin family was not like this, Hengyang was far away from the capital and it was very hot in June. Xia Jinghong was always afraid that they would die from the heat on the way, so he issued an edict to the Qin family just after his birthday after ascending the throne. Just come over with gifts, you don't have to run away in person, I know your friendship.

Meng Ruqing and Qin Hengxuan originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to go to Beijing to see their good boy, so they sent a letter to the Meng family in advance. However, as soon as they were on their way, General Qin sent someone to call them back because of the information sent back by the spies.

When the Prime Minister Zuo was disappointed, the housekeeper came in and reported: "Master, the good boy is here." The Prime Minister

Zuo looked back with a smile on his face and said with joy: "Bring him in quickly."

The wife of the Prime Minister Zuo couldn't sit still and came to the door to wait.

The good boy was led in by the housekeeper with a bucket of pickled pepper chicken feet.

"Grandpa Meng, Grandma Meng."

"Hey~" Mrs. Zuo Xiang took him and said, "Why did our good boy come suddenly?"

"Grandpa Meng sent a bird as a gift, but it's because he didn't have Western food." The good boy said: "My good boy Come back with a gift. "

Zuo Xiangting likes to eat chicken feet with pickled peppers, so Brother Zhao filled a big bucket and asked him to deliver it.

When Zuo Xiang saw him changing his mood, he pinched his face, smiled, and felt a little better. Sometimes he couldn't tell, but he liked Fang Zichen and Guaizi when he saw them.

The maid had a keen eye and handed over the wet handkerchief. The Prime Minister wiped his hands, grabbed a piece of chicken feet and ate them: "Did you come here yourself?"

"No." The good boy said, "Uncle Dali sent the good boy some drops. "

Your father finally said it was reliable," said Zuo Xiang.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang sat aside, held the good boy on her knees, and said lovingly: "I'll leave after dinner later. Grandma will ask the kitchen to make you your favorite salt-baked chicken, okay?"

The good boy stirred his fingers. He smiled shyly and said, "What a shame, Simo!"

This meant that he agreed. This kid was always telling the truth, and Mrs. Zuo Xiang knew that he was just like Fang Zichen, so she asked the maid to go down and explain.

His expression really looked like Meng Ruqing's. Madam Zuo Xiang's eyes became hot when she saw him, and she held him tightly in her arms.

Knowing that he also knew Meng Ruqing, he couldn't help but said: "Your beautiful uncle also likes salt-baked chicken, and your taste is similar to his."

The good boy's eyes flickered, and his mood suddenly became a little low.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang panicked: "What happened to our good boy?"

The good boy lowered his eyes and held the corners of his clothes with his little hands: "The good boy misses Uncle Meiren. I haven't seen him for a long time. I wonder if my handsome grandpa bullied him." Zuo Xiang

asked . The Prime Minister's wife and the Prime Minister Zuo were somewhat relieved when they heard this.

"No, your beautiful uncle wrote back and said that he is doing well."

Prime Minister Zuo still trusts Qin Hengxuan.

"That's not necessarily true. The mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles. A sensible son will report good news but not bad news." Guaizi said sadly.

The left prime minister: "..."

This little boy actually knows how to write.

The left minister spoke for his brother-in-law: "Your handsome grandpa is a good man, and he will be kind to your beautiful uncle."

The good boy didn't know what he thought of, and nodded seriously, "Yes! The handsome grandpa is a kind man, and the good boy will be back soon. , He also taught him seriously, and his words were thought-provoking and thought-provoking. He understands birds, and he will treat Uncle Meiren well."

Zuo Xiangyao smiled: "You, you also taught him? "

The good boy nodded: "Yeah!"

Zuo Xiang was curious: "How did you teach him?"

Zuo Xiang's wife also looked down at him.

The good boy shook his little feet and said proudly: "The good boy told him that a man's fist is used to beat the world, not the husband. My father said, the fist is used to hurt the husband. Use it to hurt the husband." Love means that husbands and wives should understand each other and be considerate of each other. If he treats the beautiful uncle badly, the good boy will go back and kick his third leg."

Left Prime Minister: "..."

Chapter 340

The left prime minister was choked, coughed several times, and his face turned red: "Do you know what the third leg is?"

"Yo~" The good boy frowned, unhappy: "Grandpa looks down on the good boy. The good boy has grown up to be troubled. I don't know about Simo!"

Mrs. Zuo Xiang wanted to laugh. She couldn't imagine Qin Hengxuan's expression after hearing this: "Then your handsome grandpa listened to What's your reaction after hearing this?"

Guaizi pursed his lips, shrunk his neck, and couldn't move his legs. He raised two fingers and said in a low voice: "He's chasing Bird Guaizi two streets

away ." Xiang: "..."

If it were him, let alone two, he would chase all three.

The good boy has been chased by Brother Zhao a lot. Even though he has short legs, his running speed is top-notch. Qin Hengxuan was sweating profusely while chasing him, but he couldn't catch up with him. He didn't know that it was like bean sprouts. Such a tall little baby, how can he run so well?

In the evening, Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao counted the gifts, and they were shocked when they made a rough estimate. It was more than six thousand taels, and today's tea, wine, and meat only amounted to less than a hundred. They really made a lot of money.

"We will move back to Guangfu Street next month," Fang Zichen said happily: "We will also move into a new house then. We will invite you again. After one month, we will move back and move into the new house again. After a few visits, we will make it.

Brother Zhao was also very happy, but he didn't think that way: "You haven't even slept yet, and you started dreaming first." "

People still have to have dreams. People who don't have dreams are just like salted fish. " It's almost done!" Fang Zichen said happily.

This time, it was mainly Prime Minister Zuo and the Zhao family who gave more. Prime Minister Zuo was the most practical, giving him eight hundred taels of silver notes.

After all, he is from a wealthy family, and his actions will make people stunned.

Zhao Yunfeng and Shi Nianqi received a gift of five hundred taels, while Zhao Yunlan and Zhao Yunyue gave similar gifts. Most of the other petty officials received gifts of one or two hundred taels, but a few were more casual.

Chang'an Street was not far from Zhao's Mansion, so Xiaofeng stayed at home and went to Zhao's Mansion to study during the day.

After this experience, Brother Zhao really didn't regret letting Xiaofeng go. Otherwise, how would he deal with it if he grew up like him? Even if he only finds a commoner to marry in the future, there is no harm in learning more. He kept Brother Xiu and Jiang Niang, and asked Xie Xiaoyu to take the others to the store.

Although Brother Xiu was thin, he was already over eight years old, so Brother Zhao asked him to follow Xiaofeng.

There are only a few people in the family, so Jiang Niang and Uncle Tang can manage it well. Dali doesn't need to go to the store, he stays at home, and when the time comes, he can just pick up Fang Zichen and Xiaofeng specially. Besides, there are girls in the store, and he always Man, it's really inconvenient. Last time Brother Zhao went there, everyone was plucking duck feathers in the yard. Only Dali squatted pitifully in the corner holding a duck, as if he was an angry little daughter-in-law who was being squeezed out. .

Now that he knew he didn't have to go to the store, Dali couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone had somewhere to go, and only

Brother Zhao looked towards Guaizi. He was squatting by the pool with Black Tornado, watching the men hired outside building the bricks according to Fang Zichen's instructions. pool.

The good boy didn't want to go to the academy, but Fang Zichen only had four days off in January. He only had free time when he came back from work in the evening. The good boy studied with him, and the time he could study seriously was only one hour a day. Those children outside, but in the morning He started teaching with his master before dawn. His son was either feeding chickens at home and playing with the black whirlwind in the courtyard, or he was going to the shop to help watch the fire and pluck duck feathers. I'm afraid it wouldn't work if this continued.

Brother Zhao was a little annoyed.

But there was no need to rush this matter, so Brother Zhao went to the store first and taught everyone how to make ice cream and milk tea. He taught Grandma Feng and Xie Xiaoyu how to make ice.

At this moment, the three of them closed the kitchen. Xie Xiaoyu brought a basin of water. When he saw Brother Zhao putting things in it, he was inexplicably excited: "Is this enough?"

"Well! It will take a while." Brother Zhao replied.

Saltpeter dissolves in water and cannot freeze immediately. It requires a process, usually about half an hour.

Xie Xiaoyu had eaten popsicles in Yuanzhou and believed in Brother Zhao's words, but Aunt Feng was a little doubtful.

Can ice still be made?

How come she has never heard of it?

Hengyang is in the south, and there is no snow in winter. Although it is not as hot as the capital here in midsummer, it is still difficult to endure. In previous years, the Qin government would buy some ice cubes from Xiayang. Things are rare and expensive, and ice cubes are not easy to store and transport. A small bucket is worth several taels.

Can this thing really be made?

Brother Zhao found it inconvenient to sit, his belly was so heavy, and there was nothing interesting to see, so he wanted to do some work outside the yard.

A duck had just been plucked and a scream came from the kitchen.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Brother

Dou and the others stood up and went to knock on the door: "Brother Xiao Yu?"

He was so excited that he waved to Brother Zhao.

As soon as Brother Zhao entered the kitchen, he felt a chill coming towards him. He was very calm. He had done this a lot. He estimated the time: "Is it starting to freeze?"

Aunt Feng's throat was dry and hoarse. Staring at the water basin: "Huh!"

There were a few pieces of ice floating in the water basin, which had absorbed heat. The ice cubes became bigger and bigger, and finally the entire water basin turned into ice.

Nanny Feng just thought it was so amazing. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes and anyone said to her, "Ice can be made," she would probably fly over and say, "You dare to talk nonsense in broad daylight."

It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Brother Zhao poked the ice cube in the basin. It was already very hard, so he asked: "Are you familiar with it?"

Xie Xiaoyu followed him and poked the ice cube: "I've learned it, don't worry."

Brother Zhao's stomach It was uncomfortable to squat down when I was older, so I stood up: "Then I'll leave the store to you. The weather is getting hot now, so cold drinks must be brought out as soon as possible." The

temperature in the capital began to cool down in mid-October. After all, it is different from the south. It only starts to get colder in the south in late October, and it can get really cold here in the capital overnight.

By then, cold drinks will be hard to sell. Now, if we launch them as soon as possible, we can make more money.

Aunt Feng watched Uncle Tang helping Brother Zhao back with deep eyes.

After living together for so many days, she knew what the situation was like at home. Brother Zhao was a provincial person, while Fang Zichen was a poor person. Only those who have been poor would be like this. This Binggui, if it only sells this stuff, and does nothing else, I was able to make a lot of money in one summer. The spy in the lead went back and told the story about Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen. They all picked up rotten leaves. In order to make money, the little son was even dragged into being a strong man and carrying a lot of money. He walked around the streets with wooden sticks looking for people to rob, and his life was miserable.

However, Nanny Feng then thought about it. Fang Zichen was a scholar back then. If he sold this thing in large quantities, he must have attracted people's envy. How could he keep it as a scholar without an official status?

The store was packed the day the cold drinks were launched.

Xie Xiaoyu had already expected it, but he was still frightened when he saw the crowds of people rushing to buy popsicles in the store. He caught a glimpse of Brother Zhao outside the door and hurriedly pushed through the crowd.

"Why are you here?"

Brother Zhao looked into the store: "I'll come over and take a look."

Xie Xiaoyu supported him: "Go back quickly! There are so many people here, be careful of getting hit."

"It's okay. I came with Uncle Tang. "Brother Zhao obviously knew it, and he didn't even go in.

Seeing that the cold drinks were as popular as expected, I felt a little reassured: "Is the cashier busy?"

Brother Yu and the others worked quickly and diligently, but they didn't know how to count. They sold some vegetables at the beginning and earned a few pennies. They all recognize that ice cream has different flavors and prices, and some customers choose several at once, but then they don't forget about it. Now, only Grandma Feng and Xie Xiaoyu are responsible for this task in the store.

"You've got your hands full." Xie Xiaoyu said, "You can go back without any worries and stay out in the sun. Don't run around blindly."

Brother Zhao is now more than four months old, and his belly is tighter than that of an ordinary pregnant woman. Although twins are good, , but as the month progresses, the uterus will gradually crowd out other organs. Brother Zhao now often feels chest tightness and has to wake up more often, which is more difficult than ordinary pregnant women. The Qin Family When the supplements were delivered, Brother Zhao didn't dare to eat more because of what Master Li told him. He was afraid that the child would be difficult to give birth to when he was older. There are many people who died from such things these days, and Brother Zhao was also afraid of them.

Uncle Tang bought the fabric and came out of the cloth shop. He opened it and showed it to Brother Zhao on the way.

Brother Zhao asked Brother Yu and the others first to know what they like. Today he came out to check out the store and asked Uncle Tang to buy some pieces of cloth and ask Mrs. Jiang to make some changes of clothes for them. It's such a hot summer, so they can't just go back and forth. set.

Among them are two pieces of red material, which look festive at first glance and are soft to touch. They are prepared for the two children in Brother Zhao's belly.

"I bought two, and I should be able to make eight or nine sets of clothes when I get home." Uncle Tang said.

Brother Zhao didn't understand this needlework and asked doubtfully: "Do you need to do so much?"

Uncle Tang smiled: "Yes, children's clothes are not made of waste materials. I have done it with Master Qin before, so I have experience."

The two of them were talking when five or six men walked towards them. They didn't look like Daxia people at first glance. They had a wide cloth draped diagonally from their left shoulders to their right hips, with most of their chests exposed. They all had strong backs and steady steps. , The body is as strong as a wall, and the bulging muscles on the arms are solid.

This is the envoy from Beimang.

Brother Zhao didn't dare to look any further, so he stepped aside with Uncle Tang and returned home. He learned needlework from Uncle Tang. It was in the evening that Fang Zichen came back from outside, abandoning his good boy.

Gang Dali went to pick him up, and the boy went with him. Fang Zichen was throwing him like a basketball, and he was very happy.

"Fly high, high! My dear boy is a super flying hero. Father, we are coming again."

Fang Zichen kissed him, and after entering the house, he hugged him and sat next to Brother Zhao, who had just embroidered the whole afternoon. The chicken that had just been embroidered was handed over to him, and he asked with a smile full of expectation: "Husband, how are you?"

Fang Zichen blinked, looked at it carefully for a while, and gave his evaluation: "...you... Tuo Xiang's embroidery is very stylish."

Brother Zhao: "..."

Fang Zichen didn't see his dry face and was still wondering: "But isn't it good to embroider this thing on clothes? Ah? What are you staring at me for? We are friends. Do you know what friendship is? It means that I love you and you love me. You keep staring at me. It's like the wretched old Wang next door who covets your beauty. This is not good, others will misunderstand you if they see you."

Brother Zhao gritted his teeth and wanted to prick him with a needle.

Fang Zichen didn't know where he offended him, but seeing his hand ready to move, he immediately ran away with his good boy in his arms.

He went to the backyard to take a look at the project. The small mud pond at the beginning had been dug wide and deep. It would be about eight meters long, five meters wide and three meters deep. The mud next to it had also been tamped down and even a brick had been built. Xiaoban couldn't help but be satisfied.

According to the progress, it will be ready tomorrow.

Guaizi knew this was a swimming pool made for him, and he was so happy that he squatted aside and watched it all day.

"Father, all the good boys want to swim~"

Fang Zichen touched his head: "When it's done tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, you can swim. Are you happy?"

"I'm happy, father loves good boys."

Fang Zichen rubbed his face with him : "You are my father's little baby. Of course my father loves you."

"A good boy also loves his father."

He had a milky voice, a chubby face, and clean and translucent eyes full of admiration. Fang Zichen's heart softened. He said: "Father will give you another surprise then."

His surprises were always appreciated by obedient boys.

Hearing this, his heart skipped a beat and his eyes widened: "Seamus? Is there any surprise?"

"Yeah!"

"Yo~" The little boy's face turned red: "Hey boy, be happy. ~Father, I love you dearly."

The two of them were very sticky and fell in love.

Brother Zhao looked funny from behind.

Chapter 341

Fang Zichen doted on Guaizi very much when he was in Xiaohe Village. Now he is even more doting on Guaizi. He gives him whatever he wants. Guaizi used to talk very little and had no playmates except Liuyou, but because he had to do work with him, , He couldn't even look for Yoyo often. Sometimes he was so tired from working that he didn't have the energy to speak. The good boy could only be alone, squatting not far from him to dig wild vegetables. Over time, he couldn't speak. It was not very neat and short, and now that little mouth was babbling and talking nonsense, but Brother Zhao didn't feel happy at all.

He didn't bother and turned to help in the kitchen.

Fang Mansion is close to the shop. Xie Xiaoyu also lives in Fang Mansion now and is busy taking care of business at noon. Although it is not far away, the weather is hot and it is troublesome to go back and forth. They eat in the shop, steamer rice and vegetables. Cooking, just mixing in the fragrant and oily soup of the roast duck, Brother Yu and the others feel satisfied.

However, instead of peeling off the skin that week, Xie Xiaoyu asked Grandma Feng to chop the duck, and there was also some braised duck intestines for everyone to eat.

The ones sold in my own store are not lacking in one or two bites.

Brother Yu and the others ate to their heart's content. In the past, they worked so hard that they didn't even get a full meal. Now they are doing easy work, but they have meat every meal. However, everyone knows that the owner is kind. Although the people from their village have never seen the world, they don't know anything. In the past, the men in the village went to find jobs and worked in the town's master's house. The better ones were given a steamed bun and a bowl of vegetable porridge at noon. Some of them are just hard wild vegetable nests.

Because the dental shop for prostitutes is run by the government, although the stewards there are usually strict, sometimes they are kind-hearted. They often sigh and say to them: "Learn more about the rules. This big family is very particular. If you are lucky, , if you find a good employer, even if you find a place for the rest of your life, even if you are working as a servant, your life will be better than that of you in the village. But the ugly words are ahead. If you meet the bad one, let alone have a living. , maybe it's better to go to the village. No matter what, it's your fate. If you sell yourself here, it depends on your fate in the next life. "

Now they have good luck and have found a good employer. You have to work hard.

After eating, Xie Xiaoyu saw these guys working with rice in a terrifying manner. Originally, one person had to hold the duck's claws and wings, and the other pinched the duck's head and wiped its neck. Now Brother Dou was alone. He stepped on the duck's feet, grabbed the duck's head with the wings in his left hand, wiped the knife with his right hand, and blood spurted out. The duck struggled desperately, but he held on tightly, with such force that his face looked ferocious! When the duck's blood ran out, he threw it back and grabbed another one.

In just one stick of incense, more than a dozen ducks died in his hands, and the big knife was accurate.

Xie Xiaoyu felt a little timid looking at him like that.

The other people all performed their duties and were too busy to stop. The duck rolled in hot water, permed and threw it out. The guys pounced on it and started drying it. The long hair on the wings is always the most difficult to pull out. , she couldn't pull it off without using any force, and the rice grinned like the duck had a deep hatred for her before she was alive.

In just one meal, Xie Xiaoyu didn't know what everyone was doing, which made him a little scared.

When everyone comes back for dinner in the evening, the food needs to be cooked a lot. Brother Zhao helps wash and cut it, while Aunt Jiang and Uncle Tang are responsible for frying. There are three stoves in the house, and the chicken is currently cooking on the other one.

Just as the dishes were ready, Xie Xiaoyu came back with his people.

The brothers and rice all had good appetites, and the food was specially cooked. As a result, when they came back, they said they were full without eating much. Brother Zhao entered the kitchen and saw that there was still half a pot of rice left. When he asked, he found out that in the afternoon During the break, a few people just drank milk tea.

This thing is sweet and cool after being frozen. When it was first sold, it was very popular among girls and boys. Men drank less and preferred mung bean cakes and popsicles.

On the way back, the brothers handed each other a cup and chatted all the way to the door of the house. There was nowhere to eat.

In the evening, Fang Zichen gave the boy his homework and then went to the kitchen.

Brother Zhao was currently wearing a Chinese coat and sitting by the bed cutting materials. The door creaked and Fang Zichen came in with water.

"Come and soak your feet."

Brother Zhao blinked: "I just washed them."

"I know!" Fang Zichen pulled a stool and sat beside the bed: "But it would be better to soak your feet. I'll give it to you." Just press it and keep it comfortable." Brother

Zhao put the scissors and handed his feet over. Fang Zichen folded his trousers, poured a cup of hot water on his feet, and asked, "Does it feel hot?"

Shaking his head: "It's not hot."

Fang Zichen then put his feet in the basin and pinched his soles.

It hurt a little, but it was very comfortable. I couldn't describe the feeling. I just felt that my whole body seemed to be smooth.

He did it seriously and didn't hesitate at all. Brother Zhao couldn't see clearly what his expression was at this time. He didn't want Fang Zichen to be tired. He didn't understand what Fang Zichen had to do when he was on duty, but he could see Zhao Song doing it every time he was on duty. When I came here to see the good boy, he looked so tired that he was about to collapse. He knew it was hard work. He worked so hard, and he still had to wash his feet when he came back...

Brother Zhao felt like he was about to cry. Impulsively, the tip of my heart seemed to be hit by something time and time again. This feeling was sore and painful, but it was also mixed with endless sweetness.

There really is no difference between a brother and a man in Fang Zichen's opinion, but now he has a profound understanding when he looks at the white feet and the pink and round fingertips in his palms.

This guy's feet were soaked in water and were a little pink, like pig's trotters. They looked so damn cute.

He didn't feel this way when he looked at his own feet, nor when he smashed and washed his son's feet.

"Are you feeling comfortable?"

"Yeah!" Brother Zhao said honestly.

Fang Zichen was satisfied, looked up at him and said firmly: "I knew it."

Brother Zhao imitated him: "He is narcissistic again."

Fang Zichen pinched his feet: "It's not narcissism, it's confidence. I have been a professional massager for more than ten years. This technique is not mine. Back then, there was an old man who was about to die. I gave him a massage and it felt so comfortable that he immediately came back to life. He stayed up for two more hours, and when I was giving him massages, you Didn't you hear him squealing in comfort?" After hearing

this, Brother Zhao raised his foot and kicked him lightly on the shoulder, and laughed: "You have the nerve to say that Qian'er's feet are lame when he wakes up."

He was screaming, obviously in pain.

Fang Zichen felt a little guilty: "It's not that exaggerated!" He tried his best to find an excuse: "Maybe he's not used to it. Massage is like this. When the Rentong Second Meridian is opened... don't look at me like that. ! I really didn't do an experiment with it. Massage itself is a passive exercise on human muscles..."

Brother Zhao didn't say anything and just looked at him with a smile. Fang Zichen's voice became smaller and smaller. Xiao, finally just shut up.

Seeing him deflated, Brother Zhao laughed.

Fang Zichen patted his calf: "You're like this and I won't press you tomorrow."

Brother Zhao frowned: "Are you angry?"

Fang Zichen snorted, and Brother Zhao laughed directly and held his face with both hands. Kissed him.

Fang Zichen was beautiful again: "Is there anything you can't say well and you have to say it? You just want to take advantage of me, but I don't blame you. I only blame myself for being too charming. Two more."

Brother Zhao: "· · "..."

The two of them quarreled for a while, and Fang Zichen massaged him until he felt comfortable, and the water was almost cold, so he found a towel to wipe him clean.

He poured water and went next door to watch the boy smash it. The boy was still lying on the table writing papers. Fang Zichen accompanied him and wrote three papers for him to do at noon tomorrow.

Other children from aristocratic families have been enlightened at a young age. No one at Guaizi's age is still at home. He doesn't expect his son to be perfect, and he doesn't need him to earn any face, let alone support him in his old age. When the time comes, he really needs it. No, he could just dig a hole and lie down in it. He just hoped that he would be healthy, happy, and not do bad things. When he needed his own protection, he would have the opportunity to walk with him for a while...

The tip of the pen paused, and Fang Zichen came back from his thoughts, and suddenly remembered that his parents had touched his head and said this to him.

Everyone hopes that their children will be successful and their daughters will be successful. Everyone hopes that their children will have a bright future and that they will bring glory to their ancestors. At that time, he could not fully understand it. He only felt that his parents' demands for him were too low. Now that he has become a father, he fully understands. Once you really hurt your child to the core, in addition to wanting him to be healthy and happy, everything else is the icing on the cake.

The good boy suddenly slapped him on the forehead: "Father, are you thinking about Simo?"

Fang Zichen took off his hand and sighed helplessly: "What is it? It's not Simo, your brother wants it." Come on, how can you teach your brother how to behave in the future?" "It doesn't matter, " said the good

boy. "You should be informal."

Fang Zichen slapped him, "I'll give you a lesson."

Smiling and throwing herself into his arms, Fang Zichen rubbed his little butt: "Write it now, we will take a shower later."

It was almost nine o'clock when we returned to the room.

Brother Zhao is counting the money he earned today.

The sales of cold drinks were good today, and with the addition of hot sauce and those cooked foods, I actually made hundreds of taels, a box full.

Brother Zhao was happy with the counting. Fang Zichen came to the side and watched him count. After Brother Zhao finished counting, he put it away, and then he lay down and talked to him about family matters.

Fang Zichen had to go on duty, so he left before dawn and came back in the evening. Although he was free at noon, he couldn't leave early without permission. After he came back, he had to teach the good boy. After teaching, it was time to rest, whether at home or in the shop. Brother Zhao is taking care of everything inside and outside. Fang Zichen

didn't have any objection to how the staff arranged it. He just hugged him and said distressedly: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Brother Zhao said, "I'm happy that I made money."

Fang Zichen pinched his increasingly rounded face, feeling fleshy in his hand. Huhuti: "I know you don't have time to spare, but don't tire yourself out. You and your children are the most important, making money is secondary. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand." Brother Zhao looked at him, His clear eyes were unconcealed: "My husband loves me and my dear boy."

That is necessary. These two are his lifeblood. If anything happens to him, Fang Zichen will feel like he has been castrated. It's a life.

Brother Zhao suddenly pushed him: "Husband, go and push the ice basin over. I'm hot."

I don't know if it's because of pregnancy. Among the four people in the family, Fang Zichen can't stand the heat the most, but this year he still can't stand it. Without shouting, Brother Zhao couldn't bear it anymore. Now there were two basins of ice in the room. He was still too hot and had to roll up his sleeves when sleeping.

Fang Zichen accepted his fate and went, put the basin on the bed, got into bed and lay down before saying to Brother Zhao: "It's the Emperor's birthday tomorrow. There is a palace banquet in the evening. I won't come back to eat. Don't wait for me."

Brother Zhao. He was about to fall asleep when he heard this and muttered: "Well, don't cause trouble."

Fang Zichen blinked and leaned over to share a pillow with him: "Look what you said, what trouble can I cause? I am so peace-loving. . "

This kind of birthday banquet is usually only for third-rank ministers and above, and they can bring their families, so Brother Zhao cannot go.

Fang Zichen didn't really want to go, but he was in the world and couldn't help himself.

When he went that night, the emperor sat at the head of the palace, and as he walked past, there were all the harem and the prince, and the two rows below were filled with officials.

The first one on the left and right is naturally the left phase and the right phase.

Fang Zichen was sitting at the back. The table was filled with fruits and melons to eat, but he couldn't eat them yet. Envoys from various countries were offering gifts.

Fang Zichen was wordy as he looked at it.

Whatever country gave him, Eunuch Huang had to sing one by one. Even this was not enough. The envoys immediately criticized Xia Jinghong as soon as they came up. They flattered Xia Jinghong in all kinds of ways. These people are all capable people and praise others. The praise lasted for half an hour, and I didn't even breathe during the period.

Chapter 342

I heard that most of the surrounding small countries, except Chao and Beiqi, came this time.

Beiqi broke the treaty a few years ago and attacked Daxia, but was later beaten back. The two countries are currently in a state of hostility, so they dare not come. Chao has not established diplomatic relations with Daxia and did not come in previous years.

Eight or nine envoys, each played for half an hour, and then went to the ministers of the DPRK. They were all finished. It is estimated that the food on the table has been searched and eaten.

After moving into the new house first, he smiled after accepting the gift. He felt that he was satisfied with the gift of more than 5,000 taels, but now he looked at it and felt sad again.

The few boxes that Beimang sent alone amounted to tens of thousands of taels.

This man just couldn't be compared with others, and his heart was filled with pain. Fang Zichen looked at those gifts, his eyes were hot, and then he glanced at Xia Jinghong, who was majestic and domineering in a yellow robe, sitting on top, with his eyes downcast, he felt like he was looking down on the world, but he No smile.

He is not happy after receiving so many gifts, this person is also difficult to deal with.

Pang'er and his colleagues secretly stabbed him.

"What are you doing?" Fang Zichen asked.

"You, please pay more attention!" said the colleague.

There were grapes on the table as tribute from the Western Regions, one bunch on each table. The grapes on everyone else's tables were still in good condition, but the bunch in front of Fang Zichen was missing most of them.

"I paid close attention." Fang Zichen said, "I only ate when no one paid attention to me, don't worry!" He would not be embarrassed and sent abroad, let alone bring discredit to Daxia.

No one will be offended at this kind of birthday banquet. They all have nice things to say, and there is no talk of civil or military fighting, at least not today. Win or lose will be disappointing, and the countries that have come here, look at their bold clothes. , all of them are big and round, and combined with their demeanor and words, they should be ministers of the country who are good at martial arts

. It is past eight o'clock, and the program arranged by the Jiaofang Secretary has begun. The officials are eating and drinking, and a little maid comes over with a tray on top. Fang Zichen was startled by the two bunches of grapes. He looked around and saw that they were not given to anyone else, only himself.

The little palace maid held back her laughter and whispered: "Your Majesty saw that you liked it, Mr. Fang, and asked your slave to bring two more skewers. The Emperor said that he asked you not to pick up the skins of the grapes and eat them."

The skins of these grapes were a bit old, so Fang Zichen, the leader, peeled them secretly. I didn't eat, there wasn't enough to finish later, and the pastries and meats on the table were inconvenient to eat secretly. Fang Zichen was really bored, so he picked up the grape skins that had just been piled on the corner of the plate and ate them.

Anyone else would have been so embarrassed after hearing this, but Fang Zichen was so happy that he refused to eat the grapes and asked the palace maid to bring a basket and put the grapes and cakes in it.

I just asked, and the palace maid said that I can take him out of the palace.

This thing is not for sale outside.

In the middle of the palace banquet, he asked for directions and wanted to relieve himself. Not far after walking, he heard a grunting sound from behind, like wheels. When he looked back, by coincidence, it was Li Zhicheng.

He stopped and said, "Oh my, who is this?"

Li Zhicheng was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, his face turned green, and he cursed inwardly, but when he thought about how Fang Zichen was eating and drinking just now, he couldn't help but feel a little disdainful.

At this kind of palace banquet, everyone only has a few drinks, and their minds are focused on socializing with colleagues, and no one really feels like a family member.

Only Fang Zichen doesn't know etiquette.

Although his contemptuous expression only passed by for a moment, Fang Zichen saw it clearly and became angry on the spot.

The housekeeper of the Li Mansion sternly shouted: "Presumptuous."

"Hey, who are you?" Fang Zichen looked him up and down: "Old man, I think you are quite old. It's not easy for you to have old arms and legs. I won't argue with you. "Go away." His eyes returned to Li Zhicheng: "I heard that your leg is broken? Is it true that you can't feel it when you pee?" Or am I losing my bowels? Why are you looking at me like this? There are tens of thousands of people in Daxia, but I only care about you. Don't you know what's good?"

Li Zhicheng glared at him, his eyes almost boiling with anger. He was going up, but he was not good at talking. He couldn't get any better from fighting with Fang Zichen: "Uncle Li, let's go."

Butler Li was about to push the wheelchair, but Fang Zichen stretched out a leg to block their way: " "I let you go?"

"Master Fang, what do you mean?" Butler Li asked coldly. After Li Zhicheng became disabled, he retired from his position. Although he has no official status now, he is not someone who can be bullied at will.

"What do you mean?" Fang Zichen lowered his eyes and his eyes became sharper: "Looking for trouble! Are you blind and can't you see it?"

Li Zhicheng's hands in his sleeves were clenched tightly. He couldn't believe that he was still in the palace. Dare to act like this: "Don't bully others too much."

"What's wrong with me just bullying others? If you have the ability, you can do it too!" Fang Zichen saw that there was no one nearby, and no one outside could hear any sounds. Not wanting to talk nonsense with Li Zhicheng anymore, he grabbed his collar and threw him out of the wheelchair. Butler Li was about to step forward, but Fang Zichen pushed him away. He kicked Li Zhicheng several times: "I had Didn't I tell you to stay away from me, or I'll beat you every time I see you?"

Li Zhicheng was in severe pain all over his body and couldn't resist.

He didn't dare to scream, for fear of attracting people and seeing him in such a mess would make him even more embarrassed. He looked at Fang Zichen with red eyes and gritted his teeth: "When did you say that?"

"Didn't you say that?" Fang Zichen frowned: " I must have forgotten that."

Li Zhicheng: "..."

Li Zhicheng laughed angrily at the injury at the corner of his mouth. He hissed in pain and his face twisted: "Fang Zichen, Aunt Zheng and I provoked you and Zhao. Brother, I admit it, but if you and Brother Zhao trust each other, you won't fall into this trap! Why, you are now blaming others? "

What does this have to do with trust ? ?

Back then, Zheng Peiyao committed one crime after another, and Brother Zhao happened to take medicine and lie. It was such a coincidence that he didn't think there was anything wrong with the two nuns Zhao Song sent to him. He admitted that he was stupid and smart all his life. In a moment of confusion, he underestimated Zheng Peiyao and fell into a trap. However, Li Zhicheng dared to punish him and destroy his family. He would beat such people every time he saw them.

Zheng Peiyao is breathless and hemiplegic. If she is still fine, do you think he will let her go?

When Butler Li saw Fang Zichen smashing the wheelchair and beating someone, he was so angry that his hands were shaking, but he knew that he was weak and could only get beaten if he went up. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then turned and ran to find Li Yuan.

Fang Zichen didn't run away. He just sat there when he came back. He wasn't afraid of calling the younger ones to attract the older ones. If a son doesn't teach, it's the father's fault. It's just the fault of the father.

Li Yuan came soon and saw Li Zhicheng lying on the ground, but in the blink of an eye he was beaten to a bruised nose and face, while Fang Zichen was still piercing his waist and glaring at him angrily.

This shows that he doesn't take their prince's house seriously at all, and he beats his son openly, which is no different from trampling his face on his feet.

When Li Zhicheng was beaten by him in the street, Li Yuan was angry when he heard about it, but he was not as angry as he is now.

"Boy Fang." Li Yuan asked the two young eunuchs to help Li Zhicheng go back first. It was inappropriate for him to return to the palace for the banquet like this. Then he tried his best to suppress his anger: "It was Quanzi's fault in the first place. I apologize to you on his behalf, Quanzi." Now that you are dead, for my sake, can you forget about it?"

Fang Zichen laughed and said, "You have such a big face that it can't fit on a plate."

"

Master Fang, Li. Sir. "Eunuch Huang is here.

He showed up coincidentally, and Li Yuan knew instantly that the emperor's spies were everywhere in the palace, and no slightest sign of trouble could catch his eye. Fang Zichen was favored by the Qin family, and he didn't want to make a big deal out of it. The emperor sent people over.

What else could he do, he could only swallow it again in his stomach.

Fang Zichen followed Eunuch Huang towards the Royal Garden, and Li Yuan followed behind, listening to their whispers.

"Master Fang is so confused, how can he beat someone in the palace?"

"The opportunity is rare! I can't let you pick it. I don't know if that bastard is shy to see people since he was crippled. He has been hiding in the palace and can't come out today. "My son is really lucky!"

"But fighting is not good, don't you always teach me this way?"

"But when I see him, my fists feel itchy and I can't control it, and an instinct tells me that I will fight. " It's not a human being, it's an animal. If you beat it, you're doing justice for heaven, eradicating evil for the people, and bringing peace to the world. Eunuch Huang, you know that I love doing good deeds the most."

Eunuch Huang subconsciously looked at Li Yuan. The veins on his neck were bulging, his eyes were wide open, and he looked like he was going to rush forward and bite Fang Zichen to death. At his age, he was a member of the court, and he was the most tolerant, but now he was so angry...

Fang Zichen knew how to look at people, turned his head and said displeased: "Old man, don't stare. I'm so pissed off that you have to leave the palace sideways tonight."

Li Yuan almost couldn't breathe: "You...you..."

Eunuch Huang knew Fang Zichen. He was a capable person, so he hurriedly smoothed things over: "Hey, gentlemen, please calm down, it's the Emperor's birthday today, don't do anything to make the Emperor unhappy!"

This is right.

Fang Zichen stopped talking. He didn't know what the consequences of his actions today would be for him. However, when Beiqi was defeated later, he choked with a breath and went to Beijing non-stop overnight. He blocked Li Yuan at the gate of the Hou Mansion and beat him until he ran away with his head in his arms. He had just left, and Li Yuan had just been helped back to the room to wait for the doctor. Qin Hengxuan came with Meng Ruqing. The two of them carried Li Yuan out of the city, including the bed board, and threw him into the river.

After returning to the banquet, he sat there for a while. Someone was dancing. Looking from his side, it looked like a group of demons dancing wildly.

After finally getting to the end of the game, Fang Zichen rushed away with the basket in his hands.

When I got home, my dear boy hadn't slept yet, and he was twisting his buttocks on the bed to show Brother Zhao.

It was almost ten o'clock now, and there was no need to go on duty tomorrow, so Fang Zichen didn't drive the boy back to bed, and asked him to call Xiaofeng and wash the grapes for them to eat.

This thing used to be found on the mountains in the village, but it was wild and rare. It was as small as a soybean and was picked before it was fully ripe. It was sour and old-fashioned, but it was good for children who had nothing to eat. Say, it can be regarded as a kind of snack.

The boy's little face wrinkled up before he started eating. He bit into it and said, "Is it sweet?"

"Yeah! Do you like it?" Fang Zichen helped Brother Zhao peel the skin.

"I like it, Tiantian." The good boy squeezed between Fang Zichen's legs and said, "Father, the swimming pool is ready at home~"

"Really? So soon, our little piglet will be able to play in the pot tomorrow." "

The good boy's eyes sparkled: "What about the gift?" It's all foreshadowing, but here's the point.

Seeing him full of expectations, Fang Zichen was happy: "Tomorrow."

"Oh yeah~" The boy was happy. After eating the grapes, he washed his hands obediently, climbed into bed and went to sleep. He couldn't wait to open his eyes and it would be tomorrow.

Brother Zhao saw his face full of expectation when he left, and poked Fang Zichen: "Did you really prepare a gift for him?"

"Hmm! Do you think I lied to him?" Fang Zichen smiled.

Brother Zhao said: "I saw you didn't buy anything."

"I made it myself and put it in the Hanlin Academy. You must not have seen it. I'll go get it back tomorrow." Fang Zichen looked at him: "You have some too. "

Brother Zhao, who had already closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep, suddenly brightened up and asked Fang Zichen excitedly, "Do I have one too?" He didn't expect that Fang Zichen had prepared it for him. What a surprise.

Fang Zichen's eyes brightened: "It's a hammer."

Brother Zhao hit him, but Fang Zichen refused to tell him why he was asked. Brother Zhao was so depressed that he couldn't sleep.

Fang Zichen didn't expect him to react so much, but after thinking about it, he really didn't give Brother Zhao much things recently. No wonder he was so happy that he couldn't sleep at this moment.

Hey, if I had known it earlier, I wouldn't have said anything.

He gently coaxed him and hummed two songs. His voice was rich and magnetic. Brother Zhao felt that this was the best voice he had ever heard.

He was buried in Fang Zichen's chest, surrounded by his familiar and attached aura, and his eyelids became heavy after a while.

"Husband, what is it?" he asked vaguely.

Fang Zichen said nothing and kissed him between his eyebrows: "Go to sleep!"

Chapter 343

The next day, Fang Zichen got up early and told Aunt Jiang to flush the swimming pool and fill up the water, while he took two sacks and rode to Hanlin.

Today, the emperor is still busy entertaining envoys from various countries, and all the important officials are accompanying him. He should also follow. However, today they are fighting martial arts, and he, a scholar, does not have to play, so he is happy to relax.

As soon as he appeared at the door with the sack, several officials who were working overtime subconsciously hid their wallets.

Fang Zichen didn't see the clothes, so he went to his place to pack the things. A small official who got along well with him came over and said, "You want to take the things back?"

Fang Zichen was carefully tying the sack: "Yeah!"

" Where did you get that thing?" The official asked, "What is it for?"

"This is my secret." Fang Zichen glanced at him.

"Can't you tell me?"

"You're not my type. I'll tell you what to do." Fang Zichen threw his sack over his shoulder: "Let's go."

Brother Zhao and Guaizi were stirring the porridge without knowing the taste. Guaizi He was a little excited after eating the buns, and frequently stretched his head to look at the door.

"Dad, where did father go?"

Brother Zhao shook his head: "I don't know either."

Just as he was saying this, Uncle Tang's voice came from the outer courtyard: "Master, you are back."

The good boy jumped up from his eyes . He came down and ran outside with the buns in his hands: "Father~"

Fang Zichen caught him under the flower gallery and saw the half-eaten buns: "You haven't finished your breakfast yet?"

The good boy stared at the sack, knowing that the gift was Inside, he said excitedly: "I think there are so many gifts, but I can't get enough~"

Fang Zichen smiled: "Then go eat first, and come to the backyard later."

The good boy said directly that he didn't want to eat, and Fang Zichen touched his belly and it was still flat. Bianzi slapped his butt: "Go and eat, otherwise I won't give you a gift."

The good boy obeyed.

Fang Zichen hid a sack in the house before going to the backyard.

Brother Zhao had a big belly and it was difficult to run. When he arrived at the door, he saw that the good boy was back again. He asked him if he had seen the gift?

The good boy said no, he could only watch it after finishing the meal. After saying that, he grabbed the buns with both hands and started shooting from left to right.

Brother Zhao hurriedly drank the porridge, and when the two of them came to the backyard, they saw a lifelike little yellow chicken floating on the swimming pool.

It is eight/ninety centimeters high and more than one meter wide. The back is hollow, and it looks like you can sit in it. It also has two holes and safety armrests.

The boy stopped the car by the pool, his eyes widened.

Although he already knew how to swim, every time he got tired from playing in the water, he didn't want to come up. But when he got tired and couldn't swim, he was always very distressed, and his little face wrinkled up like an old man's.

The pool is made of bricks and is crystal clear. It will sparkle in the sun.

Fang Zichen had already entered the water, and now he waved to him: "Come here."

The boy was so happy that he clenched his fists and jumped twice on the spot, then hurriedly took off his clothes and threw himself at Fang Zichen with his white butt shaking.

After being caught firmly by Fang Zichen, he pointed at the little yellow chicken, his voice trembling with excitement: "Father, is this Simo?" "

Little yellow chicken swimming ring." Fang Zichen put him on it: "Here, try it. . "

This test is incredible.

This lifebuoy can be played with and slept on. You don't have to swim hard and you don't have to worry about sinking into the water. When you are tired from playing, you can sleep on it. It floats around with the water waves, and it is soft and very comfortable.

The boy hugged the chicken's neck and didn't want to come down. He said he really liked this gift bird. He didn't get enough sleep in the morning, so he wanted to sleep on it.

Fang Zichen patted his butt. Seeing that he really liked it, he didn't close his mouth after seeing the gift. He touched and poked here and there. He looked cautious but couldn't put it down and wanted to lick it with his tongue, so he let him. I called Uncle Tang to come over and took a look, then I took Brother Zhao back to the room.

Brother Zhao knew that he was about to give him a gift. His heart was beating wildly along the way, and his palms couldn't help but sweat. He searched for words: "Husband, where did you buy that swimming ring? I don't think I've seen it outside. "

Fang Zichen puffed up his chest and said, "I made it myself." It was hard to find this rubber. He found it after a lot of effort. He made it secretly in the Hanlin Academy at noon. He didn't know how many naps he wasted, but he was so good. Zigang likes Jiner so much and feels it is worth it.

Fang Zichen entered the room and closed the door. Brother Zhao subconsciously held his breath when he saw him opening the sack.

There are a few small trees in the yard, and cicadas have been chirping above them since the beginning of summer. Brother Zhao has been having a habit of doing it at noon recently. Uncle Tang is afraid of disturbing him and wants to catch him, but he is used to it after living in the village. , Brother Zhao just felt friendly when he heard it. In the past, the courtyard was too small to live in, but now it is big. Everyone goes to the store to be busy at noon, and there are not many people at home. The good boy has to write papers and take a nap. The inner courtyard is empty. The loneliness is tight, and the city is not like the countryside. When you are bored, you can still visit someone to chat with, and when you call cicadas, it becomes more lively.

At this moment, the cicadas were still chirping outside, but he couldn't hear them anymore. His heartbeat seemed to be ringing in his ears, thumping, thumping, deafening.

When Fang Zichen left home for Yuanzhou, he brought him a gift when he came back, but at that time he didn't look forward to it as much as he does now. He didn't know what was wrong, but his heart was beating so hard that he couldn't control it.

A flash of red suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

It's a bouquet of flowers, like fire, wrapped in blue paper.

There is a small box hanging on the middle flower.

Brother Zhao's heart trembled heavily and his eyes went straight.

Seeing that he didn't move, Fang Zichen froze, scratched his head, and felt a little embarrassed: "It's the tide when it comes to extremes of earthiness. Don't think I'm vulgar. Do you want a rose ring for me?"

Brother Zhao was speechless and excited. And at a loss.

Fang Zichen said: "I folded the roses myself, dyed the materials myself, and made the rings myself. Oh no, I had someone help me make them. It cost a lot of money! Don't dislike it."

Brother Zhao still said He said nothing, just stared at the small box without speaking.

Fang Zichen sighed and went to hug him. Brother Zhao choked with sobs: "Why do you suddenly want to send me flowers!"

After entering Beijing, the free wild flowers on the roadside disappeared, and Fang Zichen never sent him flowers again.

"I am a talented, charming, and very romantic man!" Fang Zichen said: "It is not normal to send flowers occasionally to be romantic. Stop crying. Do you like it? Hmm?"

Brother Zhao hugged the flowers: "I like it."

Fang Zichen saw him hugging him tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch him away, and he felt so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe. Brother Zhao really loved him so much that he was already sinking deep in the mud, but he didn't It's strange that ordinary people can't stand a handsome guy like him. It's inevitable that Brother Zhao loves him so much that he can't help himself.

Alas,

it is also a problem for people to be too charming.

Fortunately, he is not a scumbag, otherwise this guy would have gone to hell.

Fang Zichen sighed and opened the small box.

Inside the box are two shiny white rings, with a shiny texture and a sense of elegance. There are two long-tailed birds carved on it, with fiery red tail feathers covering the entire ring. One is a phoenix and the other is a phoenix. Because ordinary people are not allowed to use phoenixes to talk about dragons, Fang Zichen made corrections so that they only look like long-tailed birds.

The ring is nice and tight. Brother Zhao has been with him for so many years, so he naturally knows what the ring means.

He couldn't wait to reach out his hand.

Fang Zichen smiled immediately when he saw him roaring anxiously.

Brother Zhao shed tears and glared at him, as if he was afraid that he would regret it. He urged, pushing his hand in front of him: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Fang Zichen smiled and put the phoenix-engraved ring on his ring finger. "Okay, it's your turn to help me."

Brother Zhao slowly put the ring on his slender ring finger. One was red, the other was fair. The two colors matched indescribably.

"Husband, you are so beautiful."

Fang Zichen leaned down slightly and kissed him hard on the face: "Do you like it?"

Brother Zhao's eyes flickered and said loudly: "I like it."

Fang Zichen lowered his eyes and looked at him. : "Do you know why I gave you a gift today?"

Brother Zhao's mind was in a state of confusion at the moment, and he said honestly: "I don't know."

Fang Zichen's voice was very low: "Because three years ago today, we were together ."

Brother Zhao suddenly looked up at him.

He cares about everything about Fang Zichen. He can clearly remember everything he said, his preferences, and his little problems. Even if the flowers he sent withered, he carefully put them away without losing them. Dried flowers are placed in the cabinet.

But...

he didn't remember this day.

At that time, he was all thinking about how to please Fang Zichen and how to keep him completely. He wanted to get close to him, but he was afraid of getting too close and offending him. He was so scared and conscientious that he even Forgot.

Thinking about it now, he only remembers that when they were together, it was June, a summer when cicadas were chirping, but he couldn't remember the specific day.

"Brother Zhao." Fang Zichen looked at him seriously: "I was sorry for you before."

"Husband..."

"Listen to me first." Fang Zichen said, "I want to live a good life with you in the future. I will love you, respect you, protect you, and treat you well all my life. Oh my god, Brother Zhao, your nose is about to run out of your mouth. Wipe it quickly. Where is the handkerchief

? After wiping Fang Zichen's nose, he hit him: "It's all your fault."

Fang Zichen: "..."

Why are you blaming him again?

The roses were folded so realistically that Brother Zhao felt warm in his heart. With a smile on his face, he sat on the edge of the bed holding the flowers and looked at them one by one.

He had never seen this flower before. It was so beautiful.

Brother Zhao looked at the flowers for a while, then found a vase to put them in. After playing with them for a long time, he put them on the table. He ran to the door to look at them and thought they were inappropriate. He put them on the wardrobe and ran to the side to look at them. They were too high. That position was not suitable. When he got the flower, he turned against anyone else and pushed Fang Zichen aside: "Don't block the way."

Fang Zichen: "..."

If I had known that this guy was like this, I would have said nothing. Will let him get himself.

Finally, I placed it on the bedside, and I was satisfied now. Take a look at it before going to bed, and you can see it again when you wake up and open your eyes. This is the best place.

Fang Zichen took him to the backyard to see his son. The good boy was lying on the swimming ring, his feet splashing in the water, smiling, and he could have a lot of fun alone.

Uncle Tang came over and said helplessly: "Master, please let the young master come up quickly! He has been swimming in the water for a long time, and he is afraid he will catch the cold." As soon as he shouted, the good boy refused to come up, and his butt seemed to be stuck in the water. Rooted.

The good boy listened to this side, and after hearing the words, he swam silently to the center of the pool.

There is no child who doesn't like to play in water. This one looks small, but he has a great body.

Fang Zichen waved his hand: "It's okay, let him play! I'll wait later..."

Before he could finish his words, Dali hurried in: "Master, someone is coming from the palace."

"Ah?" Fang Zichen Somewhat confused: "Who is it?"

"Master Fang."

It's Xiao Dezi, Huang Eunuch's godson.

Fang Zichen looked at him: "Xiao Dezi, why are you here?"

"Master Fang, the emperor has announced that you have come to the palace to help in an emergency."

...

The palace martial arts training ground.

Xia Jinghong was sweating. Huang Eunuch poured him a cup of tea: "Your Majesty, don't be anxious .

"

, the boy from the Wang family was kicked to the chest by the young man from Beimang, and he kept retreating.

The young man's attitude was very arrogant. He made various gestures towards the young man from the Wang family and kept initiating provocations. The young man from the Wang family rushed over and within two moves, he was beaten to the ground. He was about to admit defeat, but the young man from Beimang did not He opened his mouth and kicked him on the chest. The Wang boy vomited a large mouthful of blood. The Beimang boy beat him half to death before throwing him off the stage.

Chapter 344

The Wang family rushed over to help him up, and then looked towards the stage angrily.

The young man from Beimang was stumbling around and talking in Daxia dialect. The general idea was that he didn't even hit him hard. It was the boy who didn't beat him. I really don't blame him!

Although it was a sparring match, the Beimang envoy specifically mentioned it before taking the stage, saying that the Beimang people always fight with all their strength to respect their opponents, whether it is a sparring match or a real battle, regardless of life or death, if they are careless... ···Please forgive me, Your Majesty.

Everyone said this, and they knew that the other party was intentional, but Xia Jinghong had no choice but to respond.

Asking the other party to show mercy, or asking the other party not to use all his strength, is a self-defeat. If you don't dare to do it after hearing this, it will be even more embarrassing.

Beimang people are warlike. They have been practicing martial arts since they were young. They all look alike. Like Niu Dazi, except for the children of military generals and families, ordinary officials and ordinary people in Daxia rarely let their children practice martial arts from an early age. The soldiers in the Beijing defense camp were recruited from outside, and most of them were fifteen or sixteen years old or above.

Those who will fight against Beimang are all children of the families of military commanders in the capital.

The other party was obviously well prepared and brought eight/nine of the strongest boys with them.

The other party has only fucked two, but they have fucked six. Five of them are currently in the hospital.

I'm going to be completely embarrassed.

Xia Jinghong seemed to be sitting on the tip of a needle, restless. Seeing the Beimang envoy becoming more and more arrogant, he didn't know what to do. If he had known this, the ancestors said that Daxia was full of talents, good at literature and martial arts, and the younger generation of our clan admired them. When he came here to discuss and exchange ideas, he shouldn't have come down because he was owed.

The minister below didn't look too good either.

In front of the country's honor and disgrace, all the concubines and princes were speechless.

Everyone knew at this moment that if they lost to Beimang, Daxia would probably be laughed at.

Xia Jinghong, the princes, are good at literary talent. The eldest one can also dance swords and ride and shoot, but he is not good at fighting with bare hands. He was the first to challenge, and he is currently lying in the Taiyuan Hospital. .

The young man from Beimang knew that he was a prince, so he didn't attack too harshly. The young man from the military general's family behind him was the only one who was seriously injured.

"Is Fang Zichen not here yet?" Xia Jinghong asked.

Eunuch Huang didn't know whether he was hot or anxious, he was sweating: "Your Majesty, if you don't have half a stick of incense to go to Fang Mansion from the palace, I'm afraid you won't be able to come."

Xia Jinghong also knew this, so he had to be patient.

The children of Wang Fang's family were carried away. Enter Mr. Xie from the school's Wei family. He is nine years old and can fight a little. Seeing that he fought with the young man from Beimang for six consecutive moves without losing, Xia Jinghong and the ministers couldn't help but relax. Take a breath.

Xiao Dezi came back at this time and whispered a few words to Eunuch Huang. Eunuch Huang's eyebrows skipped a beat, he swallowed his saliva and replied with a trembling heart: "Your Majesty, Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang said that he will do something important tonight, at noon We need to recharge our batteries, but we really can't spare the time .

" He hit the table with his fist, and with a bang, the tea cup almost fell over. The people in the underground were all focused on the martial arts training ground. Envoys from other countries didn't think it was too big a deal to watch the excitement, and even cheered loudly, but no one heard this. Voice. Xia Jinghong gritted his teeth: "He is forcing me to use his killing move." Eunuch Huang was shocked. Does the emperor want the other party... "Tell him, come here, I will give him three hundred taels, agree to any conditions first, and be sure to bring him." Eunuch Huang: "... " Xiao Dezi chirped and ran away. He quickly arrived at Fang's house. Fang Zichen was playing with the boy in the pool. He threw the boy onto the swimming ring. The boy was bounced up and doing all kinds of funny postures in the air. He was completely naked, and his buttocks were all wet. He didn't feel ashamed to be exposed. Brother Zhao sat aside and watched them making trouble, with a smile on his face when he saw the good boy acting strangely. Fang Zichen was not very familiar with Xiao Dezi. I had just seen him "resisting and disobeying the decree" and felt that this man was a real man with a strong character. The emperor wanted to lure him with benefits, but he was afraid that it would be difficult. Fang Zichen frowned when he saw him: "Why are you here again? I'm really busy today." Xiao Dezi: "..." Busy playing? Donkey people are not such donkeys! You can't just fool around with him because he has no roots! "Master Fang, the emperor said, if you want to go, then..." "But I really don't have time, I..." "I'll give you three hundred taels." Fang Zichen's voice rose: " What? " ... Xia Jinghong calmly drank another cup of tea. Eunuch Huang wiped his sweat and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Fang has just made a fortune. I heard that Mr. Fang's shop is also making three hundred taels of gold every day. I'm afraid I can't call him." Xia Jinghong smiled: " You still don't understand him. This kid has an eye for money. Let alone three hundred taels, he will come even if I ask for fifty. Moreover, this kid is used to raising prices on the ground. If I give you a higher price first, he can cheat me later. The family is ruined." Eunuch Huang was about to say no, when a voice came from behind. Xun Sheng looked around and saw that Fang Zichen had arrived with Brother Zhao and Guaizai, and Uncle Tang was still following behind. Xiao Dezi had no choice. Fang Zichen asked him if he could take his family with him. If not, he would not go. What else could he do? If not, he had to do it. Xiao Dezi first confessed to the emperor, and Xia Jinghong waved his hand. Brother Zhao had also been in contact with Xia Jinghong before, but this was the first time he met Xia Jinghong since he knew he was the emperor. He didn't know how to salute. He didn't want to come, but Fang Zichen forced him to go and see the world. Brother Zhao was about to kneel down when Xia Jinghong saw that he had a big belly and said no courtesy first. Eunuch Huang took his signal and hurriedly asked someone to add two chairs to the lower left corner and serve some tea, melons and fruits. As soon as the family of three appeared, all the civil and military officials looked over. Otherwise, this family of three caught the eye. Zhao Song was so shocked that he almost stood up. Seeing the arrangement of seats, he couldn't sit still anymore. Before he was done, when he saw the good boy crawling onto Xia Jinghong's lap, he rolled his eyes and almost fainted. When the good boy saw Xia Jinghong, he immediately called out, "Uncle~" Xia Jinghong hadn't seen him for a long time, so out of curiosity, he immediately pulled him over. The good boy didn't notice anything. Gululu climbed on his lap and curiously touched the crown on his head. Xia Jinghong was startled for a moment, then smiled and didn't mind. All the civil and military officials took a deep breath and stopped looking at the martial arts training platform. The princes below were all wide-eyed. Although they were their own children, they had never dared to do this. Where does this kid come from? He is too bold. Several envoys from Beimang also looked over. During the palace banquet, Fang Zichen was sitting in the back. His position was inconspicuous. The farther back he sat, the smaller his official position was, so they didn't care. Now when they saw Fang Zichen, they were all stunned for a moment.

The aesthetics of the two countries are different. Daxia likes to be gentle, elegant, and handsome, while Beimang likes to be strong, tall, and majestic. Envoys from several countries often come to Daxia. In previous years, they all sneered when they saw the respected princes from aristocratic families, thinking that they were too big. Xia people's preferences are really unique. This pretty boy can fly into the sky with a punch. If he is skinny, he can shake his fan. If there is anything good-looking, a man is tall and powerful, so that's good. Now I see Fang Zichen dressed in smart clothes, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, tall and tall, sharp features, resolute and cold, sharp black eyes, and a really handsome face. Damn...

this one seems to be pretty good-looking too.

Xia Jinghong looked at Fang Zichen, feeling angry and helpless: "Are you willing to come? Are you not busy anymore?"

Fang Zichen smiled: "The emperor is joking, you can do it no matter how busy you are, I am a member of Daxia, I love life, Love learning, love the country, and win glory for the country. It is your duty to do your duty." On the way, I heard Xiao Dezi say that he couldn't beat anyone in a martial arts competition, so he came to the rescue.

Xiao Dezi didn't have time to elaborate. Fang Zichen said something very convincing and very similar to the same thing. Xia Jinghong was startled: "You want to play?"

This time, Fang Zichen was confused: "Ah? Could it be that the emperor called Wei Didn't I come here to fight?"

Xia Jinghong raised his chin and pointed to him to look at the martial arts training platform: "Watch it for yourself?"

Two boys are fighting on the martial arts training platform.

They were both eight or nine years old, and one was suppressing the other. The disparity in strength was too great.

The boy from Gang Xiaowei's family still had two brushes, but his physical strength was not good enough. He stopped after playing two games.

Now you will see two children competing...

The twenty-year-old one wins, so the older one bullies the younger one. If they lose, the eighteen generations of their ancestors will be humiliated.

That's why Xia Jinghong became worried.

All the children of the military generals in the capital, aged between seven and ten, were called in. Most of them were injured, and when they were replaced by soldiers from the capital camp, they were really defeated.

Fang Zichen scratched his head and asked in confusion: "Then why did you ask me to come?" It was absolutely impossible for him to end up at this moment. Although he loved money, he still wanted to save face!

He couldn't bring shame to the Fang family.

Xia Jinghong didn't know why he was called here. At that moment, he subconsciously thought of Fang Zichen.

"Hurry up and think of a way."

Fang Zichen laughed twice: "... Your Majesty, you look down on me too much."

Xia Jinghong glanced at him coolly: "Then do you want me to look down on you?"

Fang Zichen choked.

Seeing that the boy from the Sun family who had been lifted up was beaten down again, Xia Jinghong said anxiously: "Let's think of something quickly."

Fang Zichen turned around and looked around, appraising the strength of the young man from Beimang.

At first glance, it seems that he is indeed a Lianjiazi, but his boxing skills are unrealistic and unreal. Looking at his own people, he still belongs to the family of a military general. He looks like he grew up on a free diet.

Xia Jinghong saw him turn around with a troubled expression on his face.

This guy really didn't shed tears until he saw the coffin.

Xia Jinghong put a gold ingot heavily on the table with a bang.

Fang Zichen didn't look.

Xia Jinghong made another 'bang' sound and placed another gold ingot.

Fang Zichen lowered his head and looked at the ground.

This is really a heartless thing.

If it were anyone else, the grass on the grave would have been cut over and over again, but this guy is a bit talented...

Xia Jinghong took a deep breath and put another piece of grass with a bang.

The ministers below couldn't hear what they were talking about, but Xia Jinghong's actions were a bit strange.

When Xia Jinghong placed a total of four gold ingots, Fang Zichen was still looking at the sky, the ground, and the air, but not at Xia Jinghong. He seemed to have suddenly become otherworldly, treating money as something external and unmoved. .

Xia Jinghong gritted his teeth and placed two more pieces. Before he could take his hand back from the table, Fang Zichen had already rushed over and took the Yuan Bao into his arms.

If you have money, everything will be easier to negotiate.

He spoke righteously: "Your Majesty, I am your minister. It is my duty to solve your problems for the Emperor, and it is what a minor minister should do. Your move is simply a disgrace to a minor minister. It is really not good, but Your Majesty You insisted on giving it, and the elder gave it to you, so I reluctantly accepted it and thanked the emperor."

Eunuch Huang and the concubines who were close by stopped.

I have never seen such a shameless person in my life.

The good boy was still sitting on Xia Jinghong's lap, swaying his calves, and said with admiration: "Father said that is really good. Father is the most understanding of carelessness."

Xia Jinghong: "..."

This is also called understanding of righteousness. ? This is obviously greed for money!

Xia Jinghong wanted to kick his ass.

"Hurry up and think of a way!" Xia Jinghong held his forehead: "If this continues, I, Daxia, will be laughed at."

In a large country, the new generation was slapped by a small country and was unable to fight back. Legend has it that What is it like to go out.

After the young man from Beimang knocked the young man from Daxia off the stage, he raised his arms and started to show off proudly. The envoys and guards from Beimang cheered loudly for him.

A bunch of ministers in Daxia looked very sad.

These reckless men in Beimang dare to be so unbridled in their territory. They are really arrogant and arrogant.

But no matter what they say or do, it will appear that they have no sense.

Chapter 345:

Daxia took the lead, and now there are only a few boys left, and these four are relatively small.

There are eleven of them in Daxia and nine of the other side. Now they have four left, but the other side still has six people standing.

Beimang came here this year to deliberately humiliate them!

When the four boys saw that the first one was beaten badly, they didn't give up. The young man was about to go up when he was stopped by a guard on the side.

The civil and military officials were confused and looked at Xia Jinghong?

No more competition?

Are you going to admit defeat?

This is not good! You have to fight it all before you admit defeat! That way at least you can lose with some integrity.

The right minister stood up and was about to speak when the good boy ran towards the martial arts training platform.

From a distance, it looks like a watermelon rolling past.

The person who originally built this martial arts platform must have been somewhat hostile to the dwarf. The steps were a bit high and difficult to climb down. Just as the boy was about to climb up, a guard came over and helped him climb up.

Civil and military officials: "..."

Envoys from various countries: "..."

Send a baby to appear. How much does Daxia look down on Beimang?

The people in Beimang were also stunned.

All the envoys clenched their fists.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites of Daxia understood the national dialect, and some envoys nearby whispered in the local dialect of their own country: "What does the emperor mean by this? By sending a little kid on the stage, does this mean you are looking down on us?"

An envoy banged Bang looked at the table: "We beat them so hard just now, but they Daxia still don't take us seriously. It's too much, it's really too much."

"Hulhao." An envoy called to stop Taixia. The young man on the other side said: "Don't show mercy later, give me a hard beating."

When the civil and military officials realized what was happening, they thought it was ridiculous to send a child up there.

It's over, this round is about to be lost again.

If it were another family background, everyone would not look down on the good boy like this. Fang Zichen is the top scholar in science and literature today. His son may be better in literary talent than his peers, but... fight? Literary men have always been powerless, and this child is so... so young.

Zuo Xiang was shocked and immediately looked towards Fang Zichen. Mrs. Zuo Xiang could not sit still anymore. He was close to Brother Zhao and hurriedly called him in a low voice: "Brother Zhao, call Fang boy quickly and let Eunuch Huang take care of the good boy." Bring it back."

Brother Zhao asked, "What's wrong?" Looking at

his confused face, Mrs. Zuo Xiang looked anxious: "Those boys in Beimang are inhumane."

, beating the person until he was almost disabled before throwing him off the stage.

After hearing this, Brother Zhao had a calm face: "It's okay, they are inhumane. My good boy can be even more inhumane than them."

Mrs. Zuo Xiang: "..."

Fang Zichen has many treasures for his good boy, Brother Zhao. He knew that when he asked the good boy to go down, he must have thought that the good boy could knock him down.

Zuo Xiang and Zhao Song stood up and wanted to beg Xia Jinghong to take back his life. If the good boy goes up, he will be beaten. He is still so small. The little man from Beimang can knock him to pieces with one kick. How can this be done? .

But before he could say anything, the gongs and drums signaling the start of the competition sounded.

Prime Minister Zuo and Zhao Song were immediately worried. They hurriedly looked towards the stage, feeling hesitant in their hearts.

The one who came to give gifts from the Qin family was a veteran in the house, and he looked indifferent at the moment.

Those boys in Beimang are just like that. I'm afraid they are not good enough for the good young master to beat.

The young masters of these military generals' families in the capital really live in the capital and know nothing about foreign affairs. They have lived in peace and quiet for too long, and each generation is worse than the last.

The boy from the Xie family just came on stage and was beaten, and the old lady from the Xie family was crying and complaining about how her grandson had suffered.

How can a martial arts practitioner not get injured during sparring training? The old lady only received two blows. It can be seen that the kid didn't train very hard at home, and looking at the tender skin and tender flesh, his hands were not calloused. No wonder he was crushed after just a few moves. Hit.

The young man from Beimang laughed loudly when he looked at the boy who was only as tall as his waist.

"Little brat, if you don't stay at home and drink milk, why are you here? Are you looking for a beating? Are you so short of people in the summer? Even people like you are dragged in to fill the gap."

The good boy didn't say anything, just opened his eyes . Looking at him with a pair of dark eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

The boy tilted his head and replied, "Your neck is so cute."

The young man from Beimang frowned, "What?"

"It has a pig's head on top," the boy continued.

Beimang people are naturally tall. Even if they are only nine years old, they look tall and strong.

Following the little boy on the martial arts training stage, he was like a young grandfather leading the gourd baby.

"You're looking for death." Huerhao was enraged, stopped talking nonsense, and swung his fist at the good guy.

Fang Zichen also yelled: "Smash, charge! Charge! Beat that bastard to death, and make him walk around without food."

"Good boy, obey the order~

" Baiguan "..."

still obeyed the order, No one knows who is hitting anyone!

After all, he is one of our own. The little boy looks cute and irritating at first sight. All the officials in Daxia subconsciously did not dare to look at him. They all averted their eyes. They could already imagine that the boy flew backwards from the martial arts training platform. The scene came out.

However, after waiting for a long time and hearing no sound, I looked curiously and saw the boy turning sideways to avoid Huerhao's fist: "As a courtesy, baby, please show your fist." "

What?" Huerhao's fist failed. , and continued to attack, but the good boy was as slippery as a loach, flicking left and right, jumping up and down, Huerhao was stunned and couldn't hit him.

After hitting and dodging, the good boy suddenly stopped standing after a while. Huerhao thought he was tired and was about to hit him again, but the good boy suddenly jumped up and bent down to avoid the blow he was swinging at. Arm, a fist as big as an egg hit Hu'erhao's chest hard: "It's your turn, good boy~" At

this moment, no one cared, the fist was so small that even if he hammered an egg, he didn't even know if he could break it!

But in the next second, Huerhao flew out and fell heavily to the foot of the martial arts training platform. There was a heavy blow and dust flew into the air.

"..."

Everyone in the audience widened their eyes in disbelief. Some officials in Daxia even stood up and wiped their eyes.

"This... this..."

This is impossible! ! !

Hurhao vomited a mouthful of blood and struggled for a long time, unable to get up.

Were you dazzled just now?

But Hurhao was lying on the ground motionless.

This kid can kill his opponent with one move? ?

Guaizi punched away the image in everyone's mind that he was soft and small, what good could he do, and that he might still wet the bed even after weaning.

Xia Jinghong stood up fiercely.

Yes, why did he forget about Guaizi?

This is the kid who followed Fang Zichen and robbed him with a wooden stick! Moreover, when he entered Beijing, this kid was still punching and kicking on the bed board. At that time, he went over and asked him what he was doing. What was the boy doing at that time?

"My good boy is practicing boxing."

"Oh? Is it useful to practice like this?"

"Is it useful? It's useless to Simo!"

"What can you do by practicing this?"

"Defend yourself against the enemy, uncle, don't underestimate it, wait. When the good boy becomes a bird, he can punch one by one and defeat the invincible opponent in the world."

At that time, he was still holding his stomach and laughing, and then he was chased by the good boy. At that time, he just thought that the child was ignorant and arrogant. Now I am actually looking down on others.

The Prime Minister Zuo had never gone to see Guaizi in the morning, so he had no idea that he was practicing martial arts. He would blink for a long time without realizing it, and the same was true for other officials.

The whole audience was silent and shocked, only Brother Zhao and Fang Zichen were the calmest.

The right minister's throat was dry: "I think I just saw that boy from Beimang being beaten out?"

"I also saw it."

"Isn't that boy from Beimang not very good?"

"That shouldn't be the case. He was the one who took down the Wang family in the first place. The kid got knocked off the stage.

"Who is that little kid on the stage?" someone asked who didn't know him.

"I just heard someone from the Hanlin Academy say that he is the son of this year's number one scholar."

Fang Zichen clapped his hands and cheered: "Smash, well done, well done."

The good boy smiled after receiving the praise and jumped off the stage. , Xia Jinghong was anxious as he was about to run towards Fang Zichen.

"Good boy, keep fighting. If you win, my uncle will treat you to chicken."

Fang Zichen's eyes lit up: "Smash it, your emperor's uncle said that if you beat all those boys in Beimang to the ground, he will treat you to a meal." Twenty-year-old chicken, go back! He's a bastard who doesn't take advantage of

you .

"

She looked towards Xia Jinghong brightly, as if waiting for his nod.

The right minister doesn't know his appetite. A twenty-year-old chicken can earn a lot of money a day. The most important thing now is that it is the face of the country.

"Your Majesty, please allow it!"

Xia Jinghong: "..."

Guaizi raised a finger: "Uncle, Guaizi has one, no, two chickens to the west."

Right Prime Minister: "· ·····"

Two chickens for a meal? Are you sure it's not a joke?

He looked at Fang Zichen, what evil had he done? Just gave birth to such a edible son.

Xia Jinghong agreed.

Officials who were a little further away couldn't hear what they were saying, and foreign envoys couldn't understand either. They didn't know what was going on, but they saw the little dumpling who had just rushed off the stage walked back.

He had a pair of yellow cloth shoes on his feet and a bunch of small knots on his head. He didn't know what the Emperor of Daxia had promised him. Now he walked on the stage, his appearance changed from before, his cheeks were puffed up, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his nostrils were filled with anger. It was puffing out thickly, and its little feet seemed to make a muffled sound when they stepped on the ground.

Like a bull in a bullring going wild.

The Beimang envoys exchanged glances and let another young man come on stage.

As soon as this man came up, he started attacking the good boy without saying a word. His attack speed was very fast, which was completely different from the leader Hu'erhao. The good boy might as well have been hit by him, and he was rubbing his chest. Ouch, ouch, ouch. Call for exchange.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang's eyes instantly turned red, and she was extremely distressed: "My dear boy!"

Brother Zhao: "..."

Look at it, if Mrs. Zuo Xiang were several decades younger, she would be It's time for people to misunderstand that Guaizi is his son.

Brother Zhao also wanted to say something and make some sense, but he knew that the good boy was just yelling in vain. The boy was so thick-skinned that he would sometimes break several wooden sticks, but the good boy acted as if nothing was wrong and he should eat and drink. Drink, if he found that he couldn't beat him, he would have called Fang Zichen.

All civil and military officials thought that Guaizi was really in pain, but Guaizi had a serious face the next second and rushed towards the opponent like a chicken blood: "Father said that birds and lions fight rabbits, and they also use all their strength. "It's true that you lost Jingzhou because of your carelessness. You better be serious, watch your moves."

His explosive power is really shocking, and he hits all the vital points. When he jumps up, he's as tall as a frog. The young man from Beimang was beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back. He kept retreating. When he reached the edge of the stage, the boy jumped over and kicked him, and the young man from Beimang flew down from the stage again.

There was a burst of cheers from Daxia's side.

This man is 30% stronger than Huerhao and ranks third among the nine boys brought this time.

Beimang did not dare to underestimate Daxia too much. Daxia was a large country that occupied a vast territory and should have countless capable people. When they attacked the northwest, they were chased and beaten by the Zhou family army all the way to the door of their house. They were unable to do anything. Although the Zhou family is deceased, I heard that the generals guarding the northwest are not very good at all. They cannot be compared with the Zhou family's army. Some people say that Daxia is about to decline, but for the sake of caution, this The people brought here have been selected at all levels and have outstanding strength.

After all, they were the first to talk about the discussion. Later, when they were beaten by Daxia and were unable to fight back, it would be their turn to be embarrassed.

But at this moment, without even a moment of incense, the two boys in their team were knocked off the martial arts training platform by a short little kid.

It's really embarrassing.

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One of the envoys looked livid and said, "Let Chiye go up this time."

"No, let Damosuo go up! He is stronger." Another envoy said.

"That little kid is difficult to deal with." An envoy looked at the good boy on the martial arts training stage and said, "Just now, you took a closer look to see if he made any moves. This kid looked harmless, but his moves were all quick, accurate and ruthless. Just now he did that The little fists were all moving, and I couldn't see clearly.

"His fighting style is a bit strange!"

Someone nodded in agreement: "It's really strange, I've never seen him like this before."

"That man is also a military commander?" "Someone alluded to Fang Zichen.

"No." Before coming, Beimang people had secretly investigated all the famous generals in Daxia.

"Send someone to check. No matter how powerful he is, he is still a baby. Wear him out first, and then he will be called mother after one or two fights."

"You are still wise."

The children in the capital like to wear boots, but long The boots were hot on the calves and were not easy to put on and take off. Brother Zhao bought cloth shoes for Guaizi. Now he didn't know if there was sand in them. He also took off the shoes, shook them in the air, and stepped on them with his left foot. On the instep of the right foot, the foot is really small and tight, no longer than the length of the hand, but it was this foot that just kicked someone away.

Several officials from the Hanlin Academy came out of the palace together with Fang Zichen. When they saw him coming to pick up Fang Zichen, they always teased him. Now they didn't dare to do it. They were afraid that they would say the wrong thing and this guy would punch him. , with their old arms and legs, they may be able to eat directly.

Guaizi played four games in a row. Before he could call me mother, the Beimang man called me first and asked me to take a break at halftime.

Beating them all down in half an hour really showed that they were too weak. If it had been delayed a little longer, it wouldn't have been so ugly.

Although Guaizi looks a little shorter, he is not much younger than the little man in Beimang. The oldest one is four years older than him, and the youngest one is only two years older than him.

Fang Zichen ran to the martial arts training platform with water and two snacks, fed the good boy, and after eating, he beat his back and squeezed his shoulders, making the good boy look so beautiful.

"Father, the good boy showed off his power just now~"

"Yeah!" Fang Zichen rolled up his sleeves and wiped his sweaty forehead: "My son did a great job."

"The best." The good boy added.

Seeing that he was in high spirits and his little face was flushed, Fang Zichen smiled and agreed: "Yes, yes."

The good boy leaned his face over: "Father, good boy, you need to replenish your energy."

Fang Zichen smiled, picked him up and carried him away. After kissing him for a long time, the good boy was satisfied: "Beep, beep, beep, energy is full, replenished."

Fang Zichen then left his face with his mouth.

All the civil and military officials were stunned.

What the hell?

Zhao Song felt blind. He didn't know the truth. What happened to Fang Zichen was too outrageous. Brother Zhao never told him. He always thought that the good boy was Fang Zichen's stepson. Now that Brother Zhao is pregnant, everyone has They were so close that Zhao Song often worried that he would neglect his good boy after he had a biological son. Now he saw that he was not neglecting his son. He was just worried that he would really spoil the child, so he asked, whose child is six years old? The father is still sticky with the child and is very close to him? In most families, the father is strict and the mother is kind, but Fang Zichen is not strict at all.

The young man from Beimang was about to come on the stage. Fang Zichen stepped back. The maid on the table brought some slices of watermelon. Fang Zichen took a piece and picked out the seeds carefully before handing it to Brother Zhao.

"Eat some, it's quite sweet."

Brother Zhao took a bite. The watermelon was quite watery and sweet enough, but he said, "It's still as delicious as the one you bought back the year before last and chilled."

"I'll take two back to chill later. For you?" Fang Zichen said.

Brother Zhao was satisfied: "Yes."

The others were speechless.

Take it back?

This is not like eating in a restaurant. If you can't finish the food, you can ask the waiter to pack it away.

Who knows that Xia Jinghong heard it and said, "Brother Zhao, do you like it?"

"Yeah!" Brother Zhao nodded and said, "The watermelon is sweet."

They got along like this on the boat when they came to Beijing, and Xia Jinghong also thought of Zhao. Brother Zhao loves sweets, so he immediately said: "In previous years, the lychees imported from the south are very sweet. If you count the days, it will be time to send them to the palace. Then I will have someone send some to you."

Brother Zhao

Blinking: " Thank you

, Your Majesty." "The emperor really loves Mr. Fang!"

He cut off his roots at the age of nine and has not been a man for more than ten years. He has been trembling in the palace that eats people without spitting out bones, doing the dirtiest and most tiring work, until he got Eunuch Huang. Only then can he be transferred to the emperor to serve him.

Over the years, he has never seen anyone as lawless as Fang Zichen, but the emperor hasn't beheaded him yet.

Huang Eunuch took a look at Fang Zichen. He was talented and could speak well. Among the officials in the court, the younger ones were afraid of Xia Jinghong and mostly flattered him with words and did not dare to speak the truth. The older ones could not talk to Xia Jinghong. Together.

It was said that Xia Jinghong indulged Fang Zichen because of his love. Eunuch Huang thought it was not the case. Xia Jinghong himself said that Fang Zichen had no ill intentions and was a pure and transparent man. He dared to say and do things and joke with him, let alone Like other ministers, they are always afraid of him, and it is very comfortable to chat with him. Moreover, he also likes to deal with people like Fang Zichen who are greedy for money. As long as the money is in place, he can do anything well.

If he thought it couldn't be done, he wouldn't reach for it.

Just now, Eunuch Huang saw clearly that when Xia Jinghong bribed Fang Zichen with money, he said he was angry, but more of it seemed like he was helpless, like he was coaxing his less sensible juniors.

In this world, everyone wants to be respected and respected by others, but they have been flattered and feared like this for too long, but they feel like they are isolated from the outside, and they feel cold at high places.

Among all the civil and military officials in the dynasty, Fang Zichen was the only one who made him feel friendly.

The two are also ministers and friends.

The boys who took the lead in Daxia were of varying abilities. Most of Daxia's military generals were good at spears, mounted archery, and swords. The children of the military generals' families were not without their prowess, such as the young master of the Wang family, and the young master of the Ma family who had just been beaten. Young Master, he looks thin, but I heard that he is quite good at riding and shooting. This time, Beimang was selected from the whole country, and all of them were 'elites', and they competed in what they were good at. Therefore, after winning the first half, he looked like Daxia. 'Incompetent' and useless.

This would wear down the good boy, but six Beimang boys have been 'wasted', and the good boy is still standing on the stage alive and kicking.

Fang Zichen knew exactly what Beimang had planned in advance, but his running six kilometers a day was not in vain, and neither was the sandbags in vain.

Uncle Tang watched the boy fight vigorously on the stage, and secretly thought that he was being narrow-minded.

In the past, Guaizi would exercise when he got up, and he was always so exhausted that he was sweating profusely. He had served in the Qin Mansion for many years, and he had seen the old general Qin train in the army, but no one was like this. He just thought it was Fang Zichen who came here randomly and saw Guaizi. Fire bricks were tied to his arms, and his fists were red from punching sandbags. He was sweating profusely from running. He jumped around in the yard with his head in his hands, pressing his legs and lowering his waist. He was too tired to get up, and he was also terribly distressed. .

After watching the good boy fight for a while, he finally understood and didn't mess around.

When the young man from Beimang was beaten down again, all the officials in Great Xia were boiling.

"Okay, good fight, good fight." Zuo Xiang stroked his beard, full of praise, this kid really paid off his pain.

The right prime minister patted the table and followed closely: "It's great to dampen the enemy's energy and enhance the prestige of our country." He turned his head and looked at Fang Zichen: "Young Master Fang is really powerful. Young Master Fang really teaches well!"

Fang Zichen said. Waving his hands, he said with a humble face: "No, no, I just teach casually, but who knew he would be like this? This kid is just like me, he is excellent at everything, it's really worrying, hey~"

Right Minister: " ······"

To be able to say such things without being ashamed and to be so thick-skinned is really amazing.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang couldn't help laughing.

Beimang envoy Rehan was dripping with sweat and looked at the good boy with burning eyes.

Is this little bastard made of iron?

After fighting for so long, he didn't even get tired and lay down.

The man who went to inquire came back and said that the boy was the son of the number one scholar in the Hanlin Academy.

An envoy's eyes were red: "The son of a civil servant? Why did he come here if he didn't learn how to shake a fan?"

"Indeed, he beat us to a pulp."

"What is a falling flower?"

"Oh, it's Daxia, What I just learned recently is to say that the opponent beats us to the point where we cry for father and mother."

"..."

It was the intermission again, and Fang Zichen took two more pastries to replenish energy for the good boy. After looking at it for a moment, the lady turned back and asked Brother Zhao: "I heard that your shop has launched a cold drink that is very popular."

"Where." Brother Zhao looked back: "I just make a living."

Mrs. Zuo Xiang patted her His hand: "You are so humble. Ice cream and milk tea have been spread all over Beijing in the past two days. A while ago, my girl asked people to buy it. She didn't buy it. Unfortunately, she couldn't eat at night!"

Brother Zhao heard this Understood: "I'll go back and ask Brother Yu to send you some. This milk tea is good for children, and it's also good for adults."

"That's right!" Mrs. Zuo Xiang smiled.

She had drunk the milk tea once, and it tasted really good. It was hot now, and she had no appetite. She couldn't eat anything, so she was thinking about the milk tea.

At first, we didn't have enough people in Yuanzhou, and we didn't have much ingredients. We could only sell cold products for half a day, and this time we could only sell them for half a day. It's not that we didn't have enough ingredients, but that no matter how much we made, we couldn't sell them. As soon as the shop door opened, people started to rush in. They rushed to buy it. After all, it was the only one. Shi Nianqi and Zhao Ersao also liked it very much. They couldn't buy it in the store, so they even came home and said they would make some for them in the future.

These days, everyone wears gold and silver, and jewelry is mostly worn on the head, wrist, and earlobes. Mrs. Zuo Xiang saw the ring on his finger. It was very exquisitely made, with a bird's beak engraved on it. Red beads, will they reflect light in the sun? Mrs. Zuo Xiang asked.

Brother Zhao lowered his eyes, smiled, and said happily and sweetly: "My husband made it for me. It is unique and is not sold anywhere else."

Mrs. Zuo Xiang suddenly paused.

In her memory, Brother Zhao has always been a restrained and reserved brother, very diligent, and it is rare that he seems to be eager to show off as if he has received a gift.

It seems that he really likes it.

Mrs. Zuo Xiang saw that Fang Zichen was wearing one on his hand, and after a quick glance, it seemed to be the same, and she understood. No wonder Brother Zhao was so happy.

She smiled and joked a few words, but Brother Zhao suddenly heard an angry roar next to him. He hurriedly looked towards the martial arts training platform and saw a big man standing in front of the good boy.

"Husband, what's going on?"

Isn't this a children's competition?

The Beimang people are strong, and a child over nine years old looks like a man, but this man looks old, why is he still on stage?

Fang Zichen raised his eyebrows and patted his hand: "It's okay." All the young men in Beimang were beaten to the ground. There were always one or two who couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to compete with the good boy to see what he was like. How capable.

"Little baby, come on, I'll fight you."

The good boy looked at him carefully, as if he was sizing up something, and then replied after a moment:

"Okay!"

It's true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, so the envoy smiled: "I'll hurt you if I hit you. Don't cry."

Guaizi looked at him thoughtfully and said, "Uncle, it's not good for you to do this."

"Huh?"

Guaizi said, "If you talk harshly, you might get slapped in the face. "My dear boy, you didn't say anything nonsense. It's because of what my father said. Villains like to talk too much."

The envoy's face turned dark.

Xia Jinghong immediately looked at Fang Zichen, and when he saw that he didn't say anything, he sat back again.

"Good boy." Zuo Xiang couldn't help shouting.

This person is different from those boys at the beginning!

The size difference between the two people on the stage is very big, a tiger is like a weak rabbit.

Chapter 347

The envoy actually came in person. This Beimang is really shameless!

Everyone was staring nervously at the stage. The leader, Brother Zhao, was not worried at all. At this moment... he finally became a little nervous.

Beimang's envoy pressed forward step by step to suppress Guaizi. Guaizi kept dodging quickly. The envoy was also fast. When Guaizi turned around, he kicked him in the stomach. Guaizi was quick again. Step sideways and block with your arms.

The envoy's several attacks failed, and he was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick, and his obedient boy even added fuel to the fire.

"大伯伯，父亲说鸟要尊老爱幼，乖仔让你两招咯～你再出招，乖仔就揍你咯。"

"小娃娃，你口气很大啊。"

"没有啊！乖The boy gargles his mouth every day. Dad said that if you don't rinse your mouth, your breath will be so strong that it will kill you. The good boy gargles his mouth every day and washes his butt, which smells good. "

"...I mean you are too sweet . " Arrogant."

"My dear boy, I'm not arrogant. Father said that arrogance is not good. You should speak based on your strength and don't brag. " If you get beaten, just get out." The good boy looked back in Fang Zichen's direction: "It's not okay to lose without fighting. You can still beat me, but if you can't beat me, you run away. If you can beat me, you run away. That's harmful. The good boy has a good reputation in the world." The envoy from Beimang was furious when he heard this and beat him up. The good boy didn't let him go this time. He was a big man and must be very strong. If he was hit, he would be dead. Father. I just gave him a little yellow chicken swimming ring. He likes it so much. He hasn't had enough fun yet, so he can't lie on the bed. The good boy didn't dare to be distracted and started fighting with him with a calm face. His attack speed is not as fast as Fang Zichen's, nor is he as cunning, sharp and airtight as Fang Zichen's, and his strength is even worse. Guaizi has fought with Fang Zichen many times, whether it is the pressure or the pressure caused by the height difference, He has adapted to it and is quite comfortable now. Many of the envoy's moves were either dodged or blocked by Guaizi. The envoys were all frightened. If the young men from Beimang were knocked down, the envoys felt that their skills were not as good as others. Those young men from Beimang could not get past a few moves against him. The good boy seemed to be a bit unlucky. He's a little powerful, but how powerful can he be? He's just a little kid, but this time...he fought for a long time, but he still couldn't capture the good boy. He punched out, and if it hit a six-year-old child with such force, he would probably fly away, but this baby didn't fly away. On the contrary, the fist that hit him, damn, it really hurt. This kid always picked on people's sore spots and hit them on their vital points, and he even wanted to kick his brother from time to time. "You're going to see a ghost~" The good boy jumped up and punched him in the face. The envoy's body reacted automatically and crossed his hands to block for protection. But in the next second, laughter came from the hip/ Pain followed closely... To the east and to the west. Everyone in the audience watched the big man on the stage holding his pants/crotch and rolling around on the ground. They felt that their dicks were hurting, and their eyes turned to fear when they looked at the good boy. Because the first few games were all about children beating him up. No matter how tall and childish the young man from Beimang is, he is still just a child. The awesomeness of the good boy has no sense of reality. Now, accompanied by the painful howl, there is Impact. Some ministers couldn't help laughing when they saw the envoy from Beimang howling on the stage. Should! ! He was arrogant at first, but now he has seen a ghost. "It's embarrassing." Another envoy came up, kicked the other envoy down, and pointed at the good boy: "I'll fight you." The good boy looked at him without saying anything, jumped off the martial arts training platform and ran towards Fang Zichen: " If you have a good idea, come here." Fang Zichen: "..." You are really filial. Fang Zichen doesn't want to fight! Xia Jinghong also spoke up at this moment. It was obviously a discussion between juniors, so what would it be like if this grown-up got there? If the envoys were being carried out of the capital in the next two days, it wouldn't be good for this to spread! I've been competing all morning, forget it. The Beimang envoy thought for a while and stopped talking. Xia Jinghong was able to win back the game. Seeing how the good boy liked it, he pulled him and said, "Good boy, do you want to eat chicken? Uncle asked the people in the imperial kitchen to cook it for you." The good boy's eyes sparkled: "That's great. Thank you, uncle~" Before he finished eating some fruits on the table, Fang Zichen called the palace maid to bring them a basket and put them all in. Brother Zhao didn't stop him. He always couldn't see any waste, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Shame on you, you live your own life. Some people are born to spend money, but some people know a certain limit and don't bother others. Xia Jinghong's face went dry: "You are really a bastard. You don't even count what you eat. You want to take away the rest. Why are you just plucking it out?" Fang Zichen said confidently: "This is called thrift! Thrift is "It's an excellent traditional virtue." "My dear," Guaizi said, "There are still many hungry children in this world. We can't waste what we have. We should cherish it." He looked like you are so old. Why are you still looking at Xia Jinghong with such an ignorant look: "Uncle, you are not as enlightened as the good boy, you can't do it~" Xia Jinghong: "..." Xia Jinghong was choked so much that he almost lost his breath: "Eunuch Huang , go to the imperial dining room, and you don't have to cook the chicken." The boy's eyes widened when he heard this. Xia Jinghong knocked him on the head and saw that he was mourning, so he smiled: "I can't deal with you anymore." Fang Zichen helped Brother Zhao get up after loading the things. It was already afternoon when he came back from the office. As soon as the good boy got home, he ran to the backyard. Fang Zichen He and Brother Zhao went back to the house and counted the gifts from Xia Jinghong, both of them laughing. "I've really made a lot of money lying here today." Fang Zichen said. Brother Zhao said: "Thank you for your hard work, my son." Fang Zichen also thought: "Yes, then I won't do his homework for him tonight. Are your feet sore?" The martial arts training platform is far away from the palace gate. After getting off the carriage, you have to walk to the main street. Long time. Brother Zhao lay on the bed and answered honestly: "A little bit." "Then I'll press the button for you." "Yeah!" Fang Zichen pressed the button twice, and Brother Zhao fell asleep. He had been napping for the past month. , I have been looking at Guaizi with heart today. Although I know that he is powerful and will not be beaten, I still can't help but watch it with my own eyes. I didn't even take a nap, and now I'm sleepy. Fang Zichen brought him water, wiped his face, dried his hands and feet, and then carried him to the bed. Brother Zhao opened his eyes in a daze and muttered to him: "Husband." "Here you are." Fang Zichen kissed him: "Go to sleep, I'll call you in half an hour." "Yeah!" Fang Zichen waited until he fell asleep before getting up and going to the backyard. The good boy had already taken off his clothes and was playing with the little yellow chicken. He was smiling and laughing. The little chicken was already wet. He could play happily by himself. Fang Zichen went back to the house to get paper and pen and started drawing for him. Uncle Tang stood behind him: "Master, are you drawing the young master again?" "Yes!"

The good boy seemed to understand that he was painting himself, so he quickly smoothed his hair and smoothed it with oil, then climbed onto the back of the little yellow chicken, sat down, and looked at the sky.

"Father, is this angle okay? Isn't this posture handsome?"

Fang Zichen laughed: "Handsome, hold on, put your left hand on your knee, don't block your penis, let it go out."

"Good. ~"

Uncle Tang knew that Fang Zichen was good at painting. When he was helping Brother Zhao tidy up the room, he saw a stack of paintings on the desk.

There is Brother Zhao and there is Guaizi.

It must have been painted just two months ago.

Time will pass slowly, his son will grow up slowly, and his husband will grow old slowly. Those subtle and inconspicuous changes that can be ignored if not noticed make people look the same every day. Fang Zichen feels that he has missed three years. What was Brother Zhao like in those three years? How did he become a father from a young boy? What did the child look like when he held it for the first time? What did the child look like when he was born? How did he grow up when he was so small when he was one year old? What does it look like as a toddler? He doesn't know, he doesn't know anything about them. He is just thinking about drawing them in every period. When he gets older, he will look through them and see, oh, it turned out that my husband was so cute when he was twenty-two, with a round face. Like a plate, my son looked like this when he was a kid.

After all, a good memory is not as good as a bad writing.

Fang Zichen painted very quickly, and it was done in a short while. Uncle Tang took a closer look and saw that it was still lifelike, and even the small drops of water on the young master's face were drawn.

Fang Zichen asked him to take the pen and ink back and went down to the pool to swim with Guaizi.

Uncle Tang was afraid of disturbing Brother Zhao, so he kept as quiet as possible. As soon as he came out of the house, Aunt Jiang came over: "Brother Tang, someone is coming outside."

"Who?"

"Say it's someone from the Qin family." Uncle Tang reacted immediately The person who came here should be Qin An who came to give gifts this time. In previous years, he was responsible for running the emperor's birthday.

After all, Uncle Tang has been serving the Qin family for most of his life. Now that someone from the Qin family has come, he is naturally very happy.

As he walked to the outer courtyard, he ordered: "Go and report to the master."

Aunt Jiang hesitated, Uncle Tang didn't hear her response, turned around and sighed.

Aunt Jiang is good at everything, hard-working and willing to work, but she is too 'observant of the rules'.

Just when she was going to the backyard to report, she saw Fang Zichen swimming in the water and ran out in a hurry. Even though Fang Zichen was still wearing his middle coat, the white clothes were all stuck to his lean upper body. She didn't dare to look at it. She felt uncomfortable just staying aside. It shouldn't be.

Uncle Tang felt that he had nothing to do. General Qin often played with spears in the yard, and sometimes went shirtless if he felt too hot.

"Then you go and serve them some tea, and I'll call the master."

When Fang Zichen heard that someone was coming, he also hurriedly picked up the good boy.

Qin An waited for a moment and then saw Fang Zichen leading Guaizi over.

He stood up in excitement: "Good boy, young master, still..."

He was about to ask if he still remembered the old slave? Guaizai called him first: "Grandpa Qin An, are you, Simo, coming to Guaizai's house? Are you here to see Guaizai?"

"Yes!" Qin An touched his still wet head: "Young Master Guaizai Did you just take a shower?"

"No, swimming."

Fang Zichen also said hello to him. Qin An knew him. Yuan'er looked at him with a dignified and scholarly look, and thought that he was a big boss and was talking to others. I didn't come, but after just a few words of conversation, I suddenly felt that this man was really interesting. He couldn't talk too much. No wonder he could bargain with the emperor and raise the good boy like a monkey!

Brother Zhao got up after a short while of sleep. Hearing that there were guests at home, he hurriedly washed up and came over.

He recognized Qin An. He was originally a soldier under General Qin. Later, he injured his leg and retreated from the front. Then he became a supervisor in the house.

He asked Qin An, Mrs. Qin and Young Master Qin, how are they?

Qin An looked worried and said it was not good.

The good boy frowned and became worried.

Hengyang is located in the south. Winters are not as cold as Beijing, but summers are longer than Beijing and are muggy and hot.

Mrs. Qin is getting a little older. As soon as April entered, she began to suffer from summer sickness. She couldn't eat well and sleep well, and she looked very thin.

Brother Zhao was also worried when he heard this, remembering what Aunt Feng had mentioned before. Mrs. Qin can't stand the heat as she gets older, but Young Master Qin is born with a fear of heat.

"In previous years, Xia Yang would send ice to the house, but this year there were less." Qin An said with a sigh.

Xiayang belongs to the north. It is a northern continental town near Hengyang. In previous years, Xiayang would store some ice and transport it to the Qin Mansion. But this year, I heard that it snowed for two months in Xiayang, and I am afraid that there is not much ice to store. It's okay to buy ice from Shangyang, but it's far away and transportation is not easy. On such a hot day, if you transport it all the way, it will probably melt on the way.

Chapter 348:

After all, rich people know how to enjoy themselves. People in the village are hot. With a cattail leaf fan and sitting under a big tree, chatting, you won't feel hot at all.

In summer, it gets brighter quickly and gets hot at noon. In the past, in Xiaohe Village, the villagers went to the fields at five o'clock and rested at home at noon. Some would take naps, and some would take care of their families. When it was too hot to get out of the fields at noon, they would weave baskets. I kept the dustpan for the market day and sold it in the town. Although it was not expensive, costing only a few cents each, it was still a source of income. It was not so hot in the afternoon, so I continued to work in the fields. After a tiring day, I lay in bed at night and snored. The sound was so loud that it was hard to tell whether it was hot or not.

Uncle Tang cooked a lot of food in the evening. After Qin An finished eating, he chatted with Fang Zichen for a long time before leaving.

Brother Zhao went back to his room to discuss with Fang Zichen. Is it okay to send him the ice-making method?

The Qin family treated them really well. They gave them gifts and people. They were able to rent a shop so easily because of the favor given by Butler Qin. Those high-ranking officials who came on the day they moved into their new residence still did it for the sake of the Qin family. It's a big business, so it doesn't lack anything, but now it just lacks ice, which is hard to buy even if you have money.

They had too many favors, and they happened to have what they were lacking right now, so Brother Zhao naturally wanted to send them over and repay one or two things.

Fang Zichen said nonchalantly: "Just give it to me."

Brother Zhao smiled: "Don't you feel bad?"

Fang Zichen glared at him: "Why do you feel bad? Their family has given so many things before, and I'm not the ungrateful and kind person. Someone who reciprocates."

Brother Zhao kissed him and said, "I knew your husband was the best."

"You're telling the truth again. Keep a low profile. I'm a very humble person," Fang Zichen said with a sincere face.

Brother Zhao laughed.

Now that the situation at the border was unclear, Qin An did not dare to stay long, so he went to the palace to bid farewell to the emperor, and was preparing to return in the afternoon. Fang Zichen went on duty and failed to come, so Brother Zhao came with his son.

I heard that General Qin and Second Young Master Qin liked the hot sauce he sent last time. Brother Zhao brought more this time and filled a box full.

After Xia Jinghong celebrated his birthday, the envoys from various countries also left one after another. The ministries finally breathed a sigh of relief. The intuitive feeling was that there were fewer officers and soldiers patrolling the city, and Zhao Song was able to go on duty on time.

On this birthday, he was not really the busiest. The left and right prime ministers, the Minister of Household Affairs, the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of War were the busiest. They were constantly busy, greeting and accompanying, and making arrangements for envoys. Where to live, how to deploy personnel, and when you are in the country, if a hair of an envoy loses his hair for no reason, it is a big deal.

However, Fang Zichen's official position is small. Although he has been busier recently, he is still not as good as others.

Xia Jinghong celebrates his birthday every year, and small countries like Fanbang don't come here every year. They are far away and the journey is inconvenient. In some cases, just a visit can take almost a year.

Today is Xia Jinghong's 40th birthday, and all the countries are here.

Fang Zichen didn't know it at first, only thinking that he was only in his thirties, but now he heard that he was in his forties. He hurried to Xia Jinghong's place and asked him how he took care of himself. Have you eaten too much bird's nest? Give him dozens of boxes to try.

In the end, Xia Jinghong kicked him out of the imperial study room.

After that, life continued as usual. In his free time, Fang Zichen would teach Brother Zhao how to swim. For his pregnant husband, this was the best way to learn. It could relieve waist pain and improve blood circulation. The buoyancy in the water could also reduce the burden on the uterus.

Brother Zhao had submerged in the water first and was still a little scared when he went into the swimming pool. Moreover, it was broad daylight and he was really embarrassed to go down. Fang Zichen pulled him and said, "It's okay. I have a very strong man in my family. I will give you orders." If you pass him, he won't come to the inner courtyard, and I will hold you steady, don't worry."

He coaxed in a low voice, and in a few words, Brother Zhao became dizzy. It was also hot now, even if the room was turned on. After buying several buckets of ice, his body was still sticky. Every time he saw the good boy playing in the water, he was envious. Now when he came down, Fang Zichen held him firmly and made him a swimming ring. Brother Zhao was not afraid at all. Fang Zichen patiently taught him how to practice, hold his breath, and how to move.

Giving birth to a child these days is like a trip to hell. Brother Zhao's belly is getting bigger day by day, and Fang Zichen is getting more and more panicked. He doesn't dare to show anything. He only tells Brother Zhao to walk more when he's fine. But with the big belly, his waist It always hurts. Fang Zichen remembered that when his cousin was pregnant, she went swimming every day. She said that it was comfortable in the water, and that learning to swim could also help with childbirth. Fang Zichen thought of giving it a try. Brother Zhao's bright-faced look, whether it has any effect or not, can make him happy, and Fang Zichen feels it's worth it.

Guaizi also followed and taught blindly. It was evening and Xiaofeng came back. When he entered the backyard and saw them playing, Fang Zichen waved to him: "Sanqueyi, do you want to come?"

Xiaofeng hesitated a little. He seemed to be worried about something, and his eyes were eager. Brother Zhao saw it and came over to him with a swimming ring: "Come down, it's okay!"

The good boy is still young, it doesn't matter, he is also a brother, and it doesn't matter, Fang Zichen... ····

Fang Zichen felt that it didn't matter anymore. He used to go to the swimming pool, where men and women would make dumplings, and they were only wearing bikinis. He was just like Zeng, and he didn't think anything was wrong.

Although he was paying attention to the precautions of men and women at the moment, it was just in his own home and not allowed to be seen by others. He was not very windy.

Xiaofeng's heart beat so fast that he jumped down. This was also a landlubber. Fang Zichen went over to help him up. He was a generous boy and even pushed the little yellow chicken swimming ring over for him to catch. The water in the pool was flowing. Even at noon, It had been in the sun all day, but it was still cool now. Xiaofeng lay on the little yellow chicken and was pushed by the good boy. He played in the water twice more and felt that it was fun. He turned to look at the good boy and saw him. Naked, he was paddling in the water and having a great time. I didn't know at first that he played every day, what was so fun about it, but why he never got tired of it. He couldn't get up every time he screamed for death, but he was interrupted by Uncle Zhao. Several wooden sticks are still 'unchangeable', and now they understand it.

He and Brother Zhao were learning from Fang Zichen together, and Fang Zichen made a swimming ring for Xiaofeng later. The two brothers were typical playthings, and they didn't want to get out of the water. It was useless for Fang Zichen to shout until his throat became hoarse. In the end, the drain clamp had to be opened, and the two brothers came out of the water gloomily. On the way back to the room to change clothes, they muttered something about how they hated it.

Fang Zichen was convinced by them.

I was on duty the next day and just about to take a break at noon. Eunuch Huang came over and said that the emperor had summoned him.

After Fang Zichen left, Xia Jinghong talked to him for a long time, and finally asked him, is the good boy still staying at home and being a monkey?

Fang Zichen nodded.

Guaizai is indeed the only homeless person in the family. At first, he would go to the shop to help with the work. Recently, he has been staying at home, babbling and giving prenatal care to the two children in Brother Zhao's belly.

The father and son would often fall asleep while listening, and the other would get confused while talking. Uncle Tang found it funny when he told Fang Zichen. Sometimes he would wait on the side, but several times he would step in front of him. When they came out of the house and returned with tea, the father and son had already fallen on the bed and were unconscious.

"Should we send him to the palace?" Xia Jinghong asked. Fang Zichen

asked: "Why send him to the palace? " Paying attention to the cultivation of princes, they must learn to read from an early age. Since children have poor consciousness and self-discipline and are considered princes, the master cannot scold them. He had no choice but to scold the people around him who were studying with them, in order to remind the prince. If there is anything else, I need help laying paper and grinding. If the prince you follow has a good character, that's fine. If you follow the domineering one, you will probably suffer a lot and be manipulated by the people in the situation.

However, most of the tutors who are responsible for teaching the prince are very knowledgeable and have studied and grown up with the prince. Their friendship will be good in the future. Anyone else would be eager to kneel down and thank him, but Fang Zichen doesn't want to. It's too late for his son to spoil him, so how can he enter the palace? The etiquette in the palace is cumbersome and the restrictions are extremely strict, just like going to jail.

"Your Majesty, Guaizi is used to being educated by humble ministers."

Xia Jinghong thought of Guaizi's mouth. Fang Zichen's education was really unflattering.

"I know you love your son and don't want him to be your companion, so why don't you send him to the palace to learn from my princes?" The following words made Fang Zichen a little excited: "Are you going

to charge tuition? Your Majesty also knows that Weichen's family is poor, with an eighty-year-old mother to support and two children waiting to be fed... ·"

Xia Jinghong's eyelids twitched. He really couldn't bear to listen and wanted to kick him: "No."

"Not a penny?"

Xia Jinghong looked at him coolly: "I don't have any money for you

? " Fang Zichen glanced at Xia Jinghong secretly, and approached him cautiously: "Did you do something to feel sorry for me? Or... are you attracted to me? I know this man is handsome, handsome, kind-hearted, selfless and intelligent, but I already have a husband, and I seem to be very romantic at ordinary times, but I am actually a very dedicated person, so you still Give up! There's no way I'm going to fall in love with you."

Xia Jinghong: "..."

Eunuch Huang wanted to laugh.

Xia Jinghong's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he also laughed angrily: "You are so thoughtful. The good boy called me uncle. He brought glory to our Daxia last time, so I will definitely reward him."

Fang Zichen breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty You told me earlier, it scared Wei Chen to death, then I will go back and ask my son if he wants to do it first."

Zhao Song happened to come over when he got home. Hearing this at the dinner table, he was happy: "This is a good thing. Ah!"

Brother Zhao didn't quite understand: "How good is it?"

Zhao Song was very straightforward: "Let's put it this way, your father and I want to send your eldest nephew to be a companion to the prince. That's a wishful thinking. Most of the companions are chosen from the sons of the clan or the sons of ministers in the court. "

Zhao Song, the third-ranked man, is a well-known figure outside the capital. In the court, the first and second-ranked ones are above him. Xia Jinghong has four princes, and he is the companion. There are only four positions, so it is difficult for such a good person to get his turn.

"Mr. Ji is knowledgeable and talented in literature. If he can teach me, my good boy will definitely be able to make a difference in the future."

Is that such an exaggeration?

Fang Zichen thought he was awesome, but he didn't dare to say such things.

Brother Zhao looked at Guaizi. Although he was heartbroken, he still had to see what Guaizi meant.

The good boy held his chopsticks and said nothing.

Fang Zichen gave him a piece of chicken. To be honest, he was really tired of eating this chicken, but Guaizi never got tired of eating it. He had to put a plate on the table every day.

"Er, let's try reading for a day, okay?" Fang Zichen advised him: "If it doesn't work, we'll come back."

Guaizi glanced at Brother Zhao, saw him patting his head encouragingly, and then said: " Okay, listen to father~"

Zhao Song heard this and felt that Fang Zichen was really spoiling the child. If this opportunity came to him, he would press him. Even though the princes were not easy to get along with, Master Ji was really good. There is no such store in this village.

Fang Zichen took his good boy into the palace the next day.

Eunuch Huang went to the study room in advance to explain, and Master Ji also knew that, when he saw Fang Zichen leading the boy behind Xiao Dezi, he came up to greet him.

Fang Zichen's articles were well done in both the provincial and imperial examinations. He had them both pragmatically and splendidly. Master Ji had read them and was very satisfied. He had always wanted to visit Fang Zichen, but he hadn't found him yet. , but Fang Zichen came over first.

Chapter 349

"Master Ji." Fang Zichen called him while editing.

Guaizi also bent down and shouted, carrying a small schoolbag behind him.

Master Ji touched the boy's head and said, "Eunuch Huang is here to explain, please leave the child here with me. Don't worry, Mr. Fang."

He looked sixty years old and looked kind, and spoke without any official accent. Fang Zichen went to the 'classroom' I glanced around and saw six children inside.

Although Xia Jinghong is forty, his children are still young. I heard that when he became the prince, the former emperor did not agree to marry him the prince's concubine. Later, when he ascended the throne, he could not withstand the entrance of the ministers after a few years. Admonishment, we have just begun to accept concubines. The eldest prince in the class is the eldest prince, who is almost ten years old. His mother comes from the Qin family of Zhongshu Mansion. He is still holding a white cloth in his left hand hanging around his neck, and his right eye is still black. , he is a model of a disabled person with a strong mind. Even though he is like this, he still doesn't just lie down at home. He is really eager to learn.

The rest are seven or eight years old, one is the grandson of the right prime minister's family, and the other is the grandson of the minister's family.

Now everyone turned their heads and looked out the door. Fang Zichen's heart suddenly skipped a beat when he met their eyes.

The eyes of these children are cloudy, as if they have stayed up all night doing IT work for a few nights. If they were bald, they would be exactly the same.

Is it too much pressure to study?

I heard that the competition among princes is fierce and they cannot fight. The worst thing is that after eighteen years, they will become a good man again. They will almost become an idle king. However, it has always been difficult to become an idle king. Some princes have too rich families and are afraid of being killed. People have evil thoughts again, and most of them let their brothers die violently before they even sit on the throne.

These kids are probably under a lot of pressure. But it's better to fight hard than to die!

Fang Zichen looked away and asked: "Master Ji, do you know how to spank your child?"

Master Ji smiled, shook his head and said half-jokingly: "Child, the main thing is to teach words and reasoning, supplemented by corporal punishment. Don't worry, Mr. Fang. I am sensible and will not beat up your son."

Fang Zichen blinked and shook his head: "No! I have nothing to worry about. I just told my son before he came that he would be beaten if he was unreasonable. You, just call me back. I think you have old arms and legs. It's not easy for you to go out and make a living. Let me remind you first."

Master Ji: "..."

Fang Zichen is also afraid of meeting Confucius again. In this way, scholars say they are sensible and sensible, but there are many beasts in the world who are narrow-minded and think they can do anything.

The good boy was left in the study.

Fang Zichen came to pick him up again at the end of the night. The good boy held his hand and jumped up and down. As soon as he left the palace gate, he found Brother Zhao already waiting outside.

"Daddy~" The good boy ran towards him.

Brother Zhao quickly looked at him and saw that there was nothing wrong with him. He was happy and showed no resistance at all, so he asked: "How was studying with Taifu today? Have you been bullied?"

Although the child is not sensible, he is still different from others. His emotions are very sensitive.

Earlier in the Wu family, those children did not like Guaizi. Their disgust and disgust were almost naked. Guaizi seemed to have suffered cold violence. The embarrassment and targeting of being excluded made him very difficult to bear. Now he will But very happy.

"No, my brothers are very good to me, my wife is also kind, and he even praised me today."

Hearing what he said, Brother Zhao felt relieved.

The next day, Xia Jinghong felt relieved when he heard that Eunuch Huang came back to report that the good boy had also gone to the study today.

The princes didn't know whether it was because they read too much or something, but they were dull and taciturn. He had gone to the study several times before. During the break, his four sons would just sit there and read. Writing and writing, the brothers didn't say a word to each other, it was as if they had gold in their mouths, and seeing him was like seeing a ghost. At first, he didn't think there was any problem. It is a good thing for children to be motivated, sensible, and understand the rules. Men also He should be calmer, but after spending some time with Fang Zichen and Guaizi, when he came back and looked at it again, he felt that his son looked like what Fang Zichen said was a "bookworm" who didn't know how to adapt. He didn't look childish at all. In the classroom, they were like four quiet little old men, not quite like a good boy. They were jumping up and down, lively and cheerful, and as energetic as a monkey. That's what a child should be like.

Although the good boy can sometimes be irritating with his words, he has good etiquette and good nature, and is upright. Xia Jinghong wanted to let him lead his sons, let alone study stupidly.

His move was like throwing a rock into a calm lake, causing the water to break open in an instant.

He thought well, and Guaizi did it on his own.

Xia Jinghong was worried that his son was too quiet today, but after only a month, he felt that it was actually good to be like that at first.

...

Qin An traveled lightly and traveled overnight, and arrived in Hengyang in only two months.

It was evening when we returned to the Qin Mansion. The Qin family had just finished dinner and were sitting in the main hall. Qin An came over and reported the business.

When General Qin heard that the Beimang people were running wild in their land, he frowned and slapped his hand on the table.

"Let people come to show off their power at home. Are these generals in the capital free of charge? Back then, Beimang was chased to pieces by Zhou Jiajun. Now it is true that each generation is worse than the last."

"General, calm down." Qin An said with a smile: "We Da Xia is not ashamed, the good boy finally came on stage."

Meng Ruqing frowned and said anxiously: "Then he didn't get beaten?"

Before Qin An could say anything, General Qin laughed first: "That three-legged cat from Beimang. Kung Fu, I'm afraid even the fists can't hit the good boy."

Qin An praised: "The general is a master of predicting things." Later, he talked about the envoy from Beimang who came to the stage to fight with the good boy. The Qin family all laughed when they screamed after being kicked in the middle by the good boy.

Qin Hengxuan had a black line: "Why does this damn boy love to kick people's lives so much?"

Qin An replied: "The good young master said that this is called a fatal blow, and it was taught by his father."

"Fang Zichen?" Qin Hengxuan said.

"Yeah."

"I heard that this person passed the sixth grade!" Fang Zichen's name has been spread all over the world. Even if you don't deliberately ask, you have heard it. People outside say that this is the real literary star who has descended to the earth, Old General Qin. He said: "Teaching children like this is not like a literati."

Qin An smiled: "Master Fang does not look like a literati. He speaks boldly and speaks loudly!" He pointed to the box behind him: "Master, this is Fang A gift from my husband."

Second Young Master Qin clapped his hands and squatted next to the box: "Is it from Brother Zhao? Is there any hot sauce? Mom, come on, Hengyi wants to eat hot sauce."

Mrs. Qin heard this . Childishly speaking, he sighed. As soon as the box was opened, the first thing that came into view was a pile of paper, and the good boy jumped out of the paper.

Second Young Master Qin exclaimed.

"He's Guaizi, my little grandson."

When Guaizi was in the house, Qin Hengxuan asked him to call Qin Hengyi "grandfather". Qin Hengyi was as silly as a child, so Guaizi got along with him very well and they were together every day. play.

When Meng Ruqing and Qin Hengxuan heard this, they quickly came over.

"This is..."

There are five pieces of drawing paper. There is a boy with his bare buttocks exposed, a boy holding a chicken leg and chewing it until his face is shiny, and a boy who is pressed on his lap by Brother Zhao and spanked with the sole of his shoe. There are also... They are all vivid and quirky, and the boy on the drawing paper looks like he is standing in front of you.

Meng Ruqing's body trembled slightly, her eyes heated up, her vision blurred instantly, and tears fell down in just a moment.

Even if you don't see it, you don't know it. But now, when you look at it, those memories from a year ago come flooding back. In the memory, that person is very sensible and loves to laugh. He always talks and teases him. He loves chicken as much as he does and always calls him Uncle Meiren. , the child who often made him laugh seemed to suddenly appear vividly in front of him. At this moment, he realized that he was really thinking too much about Guaizi, which was completely beyond his expectation.

Qin Hengxuan's heart was suddenly gripped.

He pointed at the painting, his throat dry and hoarse: "It's been more than a year, why is he still the same? He hasn't changed at all. Didn't he eat?"

It's impossible not to eat, three bowls a day, I just don't know where I've eaten.

Mrs. Qin smiled: "Weren't you and your brother like this when they were young? They didn't grow very tall. Hey, did he change his teeth?"

"No, I heard that he accidentally knocked them when he fell down while climbing a tree." Qin An Back.

"That hurts so much!" Mrs. Qin said distressedly: "Why are you so careless?"

Second Young Master Qin nodded: "Yes, my little grandson is probably going to die from the pain. No one will give him anything when I'm not here." Huhu."

This painting was placed by Guaizi, and he also knew that he was not good at it.

I originally wanted to pick a few cooler ones, but Fang Zichen collected the others. Before I could collect the last few pictures, Guaizi sent them over.

General Qin looked at the painting for a long time and then said in a low voice: "I really miss this kid. It would be great if I could snatch him away. I liked this kid at first sight."

No one in the crowd said anything.

Everyone has a "complex" relationship with Guaizai. They can't explain the reason, but they just like him very much. It's not that there are lively children like Guaizai in the families of General Qin's generals, but those children give them the same feeling. Guaizi is different. As soon as Guaizi stands there, they can't help but want to hug him, making them have impulses.

There was a piece of paper at the bottom. Mrs. Qin let out a sigh, picked it up and looked at it.

"This..." She seemed shocked and speechless.

Qin Hengxuan took the letter from her hand and looked at it, his heart skipped a beat.

The envelope was turned around.

After everyone had finished reading, Mrs. Qin asked doubtfully: "Can this ice be made? Boss, is that what the letter means?"

Qin Hengxuan waved Qin An to retreat.

"Brother Zhao really said that."

"How could this ice be made?" Mrs. Qin didn't believe it. She had never heard of such a thing in her long life.

Meng Ruqing: "Maybe it can." Seeing Mrs. Qin looking at him, she said again: "Mom, do you still remember why Brother Zhao came to Hengyang the year before last?"

"I asked him about this, he said he came to buy chili peppers. and milk powder."

"Well, Brother Zhao is doing business in Yuanzhou first. I heard from Guaizi that they sell popsicles and ice cream. Fang Zichen just moved to Yuanzhou from the village. He is a scholar and has good access to ice cream. But the money to buy ice is hard to find. If they don't make it themselves, where will they get the money to buy ice? "

A popsicle costs more than ten cents, and there is an additional cost. In order to keep the popsicles from melting, the freezer There must be at least a layer of ice inside.

A bucket of ice costs several taels. If the ice is bought, the business will not be profitable. Not only that, I'm afraid you will have to pay for it.

General Qin asked: "Is it true? We will understand if we try it."

The servant quickly bought the saltpeter. Because Brother Zhao still relied on this to make money, although he didn't write much in the letter, The Qin family did not let outsiders know.

When a 'secret' is known to a third party, it no longer counts as a 'secret'.

If the servants knew that money moved people's hearts, they might spread the news.

Qin Hengxuan added saltpeter to the water as the letter said. There was no reaction at first and everyone was a little disappointed. However, the letter said it would take half an hour, so everyone waited patiently.

As time passed, we slowly felt that the surrounding temperature began to drop. Seeing that ice began to form in the bucket, everyone was completely convinced.

"It's really miraculous." Mrs. Qin said: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it. Don't spread this matter. Brother Zhao relies on this for a living. He can send messages just by reading them. We are good. Boss, you will make the ice in the future. Send six barrels to my yard every day. Remember to burn the letter."

Chapter 350

Qin Hengxuan made a lot of food that night and put several buckets in his room.

"I can finally have a cool sleep tonight."

After he finished speaking, no one answered. When he looked up, he saw Meng Ruqing sitting beside the bed in a daze, looking at the portrait of the good boy carefully.

Qin Hengxuan sighed silently.

Meng Ruqing spoke first after a while, with a hoarse voice: "Brother Xuan, I want to be a good boy."

Except for the child who he never got to see once he was born, he had never thought about a person so much . , even if I haven't seen Mrs. Zuo Xiang for several years, the longing for her is not so strong.

Qin Hengxuan sighed, wiped his face, and said in a deep voice: "I miss him too." He changed his subject and said, "How about I ask someone to bring him back and live here for a few months!"

Meng Ruqing smiled bitterly, and then The painting must have been painted by Fang Zichen. He painted the boy very vividly and vividly, with the contours of his face made in one stroke. This is mostly due to the painter's extraordinary painting skills. He has also painted it thousands of times, and his appearance is deeply engraved in his mind. In my mind, I started writing with inspiration.

Fang Zichen must have doted on this child, how could he be willing to let the good boy come over.

The journey was long, and the distance between north and south took several months.

Thinking about it from his perspective, if it were his child, he would definitely be reluctant to let the child leave him. He would be worried about not seeing her for a day.

Even if Fang Zichen and Brother Zhao were willing, Guaizi might not want to. They stayed in the house for a while last time. The first few days were fine. Later, Meng Ruqing heard that he started to ask Brother Zhao when he would go home. He missed his father.

Meng Ruqing felt her nose was a little sore: "I'm afraid his father won't give it."

Qin Hengxuan said: "If you don't give it, I'll beat him hard. After a beating, he will want to give it."

Meng Ruqing: "..."

The lights in the room went out and the room was dark.

Qin Hengxuan's shoulders immediately slumped after lying on the bed, and the pretended calmness and composure disappeared from his face in an instant.

That said, the Qin family would never do such a thing as robbing someone's child, but I really miss that boy. When the good boy was around, there were times when he was so angry that he jumped up and wanted to beat him up. He paused for a moment, but now that he was not here, and he was really thinking too hard, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could remember him with his head raised, his big black eyes open, sweetly calling him 'handsome grandpa'.

Unfortunately, the situation in the DPRK is unclear and they cannot leave easily.

...

Brother Zhao is happy when the good boy has a place to go.

Although Fang Zichen could teach him when he came back from work, he didn't have much time after all. This was a low-level move, and the oil lamp was dim, so Fang Zichen didn't dare to let him look at it for too long. He was really short-sighted, and he had to put on his glasses to keep them. The good boy had to work on the papers that came down during the day. He could finish them in more than an hour, and then read by himself for a while. No one played with him during the break, and the inner courtyard was lonely. Brother Zhao often saw him. He and Black Tornado ran to the outer courtyard and squatted at the gate to watch people coming and going. They looked lonely and pitiful.

Children, after all, need a playmate.

He went to study for a while, and when he came back, Brother Zhao looked at him and smiled.

Although Mr. Ji is old, he is considered an "open-minded" person and his knowledge is really profound.

Knowing that Guaizi was beaten by Master in the private school before, you still touched Guaizi's head and said that he had suffered. Then Confucius took it out of context and half-heartedly, and he deserved to be beaten by your father.

What Guaizi said sometimes didn't quite make sense, but after Master Ji carefully examined it, he found it to be very reasonable.

Just like now, Mr. Ji first told a story and called his name: "Lan Ze, how do you understand this story?"

The good boy answered like the boy from the Shang Shu family. The central idea of ​​this story is that men are Treat women as inferior.

Master Ji: "Then do you think this is right?"

"No."

"What's wrong?"

"Men are superior to women. It doesn't mean that men are more noble and women are more humble. It means that men should be self-respecting and women should be humble." Good boy Said: "The so-called male supremacy refers to the fact that men should be just and selfless like God, and have the spirit of self-improvement. That is, 'Heaven is strong, and you can always strive for self-improvement'. And the term 'female inferiority' refers to female benevolence, We should be as humble and tolerant as the earth. Only in this way can we be virtuous and carry the heaven without any regrets or regrets."

His words were inconsistent with his ideas at the same time, and there was a big difference, but Master Ji nodded in admiration: "Did your father teach you this?"

"Yeah!" said the good boy, "Father said, people They are all born of father and mother. Women and brothers are great and should not be looked down upon. If we look down on the people who give birth to children, then their benevolence will be in vain. "

Master Ji has not spoken yet. Xia Jinghong didn't know when he came, and he didn't know when he was outside. After listening for a long time, he seemed to be very satisfied with what Guaizi said, holding his head and touching it.

The good boy was all confused.

The princes were envious, but not jealous. After class, they gathered around the boy. The boy took out a paintbrush from his schoolbag and blocks from his sack, and they started playing with each other.

These toys are exclusive and not even owned by the princes.

The building blocks can be turned into a fire truck. Although everyone doesn't know what a fire truck is, when you push it, it starts to move. It looks red and looks very domineering.

Fang Zichen made it for Guaizi himself, and everyone was envious again.

"Lanze, is the ice cream you mentioned last time really that delicious?" the second prince asked.

The boy from the minister's family raised his hand and said first: "It's delicious, I've eaten it."

The boy from the right minister's family followed closely: "I've eaten it too, I like to drink milk tea and the pickled pepper chicken in their shop. Claw." At this point, his tone dropped: "But it's too difficult to buy. My father asked Sister Xiaocui to buy it. I couldn't buy it several times. I only ate it twice."

These two guys live here. Outside the palace, cold drinks spread quickly and are almost a household name. These two boys have certainly tasted them.

There are many rich people in Beijing, and some officials even have their own icehouses, but there are only a few of them. Where does the ice in Brother Zhao's shop come from? Some people are naturally curious, seeing that the shop is crowded every day. , the ice cream and popsicles sold are not cheap, and those who are curious about them will feel itchy after just a quick calculation.

Zhao Yunlan was envious at first, saying that Brother Zhao's shop could earn as much in one day as his shop in half a month.

But no matter how envious everyone is, they really don't dare to do anything. This shop has a backer and can't afford to offend easily.

The good boy was drawing ducks. He raised his head and looked at the princes: "Have you never been to the west?"

"No." The princes shook their heads.

The good boy looked at them and felt pity for them: "Then go to my house! I have it at home. My father recently made a kind of cake. It's sweet and the best."

The boy from the Shangshu family asked excitedly: "Go to your house. Can your dad buy some popsicles?"

"No need to buy them, they are sold in my store. I can take them if I want."

The boy from the minister's family and the right minister's family immediately became excited: "Is that your shop, Lanze? Great, how about I go directly to your house tonight? I want to eat ice cream."

"Kuo Yi." The good boy looked at the princes: "Are you going?"

The eldest prince shook his head: "Father, the emperor and the queen will not allow us to leave the palace privately."

"Isn't it okay to go to Guaizi's house to play?" Guaizi scratched his head: "Father said that children's reasonable requirements should be met. You go and ask! Cake and ice cream are really good things. Guaizi can do that. I can't stop."

Xia Jinghong was reviewing the memorial. There was a lot of noise outside. He frowned subconsciously. Eunuch Huang ran in and said that several young princes were coming.

It's their lunch break now. Usually they sit in the study room without moving, but what's going on today?

The four of them entered the royal study and stood in a row, with their heads hanging down. Xia Jinghong asked them in confusion what they were doing here. The eldest prince felt that he was the eldest brother, and several younger brothers were afraid of me. At this time, he should come forward to show his power and power as an eldest brother. They had lost their temperament, so they bravely said that they wanted to go out of the palace to play at Lanze's house, whether the father would allow it or not.

Xia Jinghong was happy when he heard this. The child finally knew how to play and go.

The little carrot heads left the palace without even attending the afternoon classes, and Xia Jinghong asked the Jin Yiwei to follow them.

Brother Zhao was building a shelf in the flower bed in the inner courtyard.

The flowers that were first planted in this flower bed have withered, and Brother Zhao doesn't think they are very pretty. Uncle Tang wanted to ask a gardener to plant more, but Brother Zhao said no, he planted some cucumbers in it, and now My son is starting to sprout vines.

After staying in the village for a long time, he felt that it was better to grow something real than inedible things. Cucumbers were sweet and crisp, and Fang Zichen liked them quite a lot.

He hasn't gone out recently and spent more time at home. He learned to read with Fang Zichen first. Although his writing is awkward, it doesn't seem to be a big deal. I know that he has been farming for more than ten years and likes to look at mulberry crops. Fang Zichen always borrowed books from the Nongsang Department with the convenience of his status. Brother Zhao usually read for a while, then learned needlework from Uncle Tang, or went into the kitchen to make some food that Fang Zichen mentioned, preparing to open a room next year. shop.

At this moment, the wooden frame was being tied to the cucumber vine, and the boy rushed in: "Dad~"

Brother Zhao paused: "Why are you back suddenly?" It was just afternoon.

Seeing the children following him, Brother Zhao understood.

Knowing that Xia Jinghong had approved it, Brother Zhao arranged for Da Li to go to the shop and bring back some food.

Da Li didn't know what they liked to eat, so he took some of everything. The boy from the Shangshu family and the right minister had eaten it before, so they knew it was delicious, but the princes had never eaten it. The boy recommended it, I took the ice cream and as soon as I took a bite, my eyes widened.

No matter how dignified and calm the prince is on weekdays, he is still just a child after all. Children love to eat. He ate ice cream, various flavors of ice cream and milk tea, including duck neck and chicken feet. If it was spicy, he would take a few sips of iced milk tea. It was so beautiful. .

The third prince was down-to-earth and even licked his fingers after eating.

It's so delicious.

They were born in the palace, and were taught all kinds of rules as soon as they were born. This is not allowed, that is not allowed, even they cannot take more than three bites of their favorite food, they must walk gracefully, study hard, and even face Xia Jinghong , we must also behave ourselves. There are no fathers and sons in the heavenly family, only kings and ministers. They were all eager to see Guai Zai and Fang Zichen getting along like that.

After eating and drinking in the house, the good boy went to take out his bicycle. This thing followed him across mountains and rivers, from Xiaohe Village to Yuanzhou, and from Yuanzhou to the capital. He always took good care of it while riding it, but now he still rides it. In mint condition. The wooden wheels were not easy to ride on. I couldn't find the rubber first, but I found it now. Fang Zichen fiddled with the tires and put them on. I don't know how comfortable it is to ride now.

The little ones were amazed by the novelty and didn't know what this thing was for. When they saw the good boy sitting on it, he stepped on someone and flew out, their eyes widened.

The eldest prince is still in a 'crippled' state and cannot play, and the other boys can't play either because the good boy can't hold him up. Finally, he called Da Li in, and the good boy taught him how to hold him up, and also taught a few children how to step on it. As soon as I got on the bicycle, before even riding half a circle, the boys fell in love with it immediately.

Brother Zhao was watching them and a dog was having fun, running and laughing in the courtyard as if he was ill. The third prince was riding a bicycle, holding him tightly, and Black Tornado was grinning behind him. The fangs were barking in pursuit, and the third prince was so stimulated that he couldn't help but scream and urinate. They were not too hot, and the laughter in the room spread far away, as if they had returned to Xiaohe Village.

At that time, Guaizi was playing like this with Liu Dalihe, Xiaodong and the others. Adults always couldn't understand the things children played with. Sometimes they would just play with glutinous rice balls with mud. In the eyes of adults, this was really idle. It hurts, but they can laugh and dance all day long.

Guaizi has not had many friends since he came to the capital. He plays with Fang Zichen and the dog every day. He feels pity for Fang Zichen when he is not around. Seeing him having such a good time, Brother Zhao broke out in a sweat and got up and went to the kitchen.

Chapter 351

The children were tired from playing, their faces were red from the sun, and their clothes were wet. Black Tornado was being hugged by the eldest prince, sticking out his tongue. It is now big, hairy, with well-developed limbs, and it looks mighty. As soon as Hei Xianfeng entered the yard, he heard the voice of the boy and rushed out. The little ones were frightened. Later, even though the boy said that it didn't bite. , they still felt it was a bit scary. After playing with Black Tornado for a while, they immediately regarded it as a brother. They also explained to Guaizi that he should also take Black Tornado to the study. They were blessed and shared hardships. Of course, how can we leave our brothers behind by learning such a good thing that can make people understand things clearly, increase their knowledge, broaden their horizons, and cultivate their sentiments? ! They are not that kind of selfish people.

The boy agreed.

Brother Zhao wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he didn't take it seriously. He asked them to eat ice powder. This stuff tastes sweet and cold, smooth and delicious. The children were probably really thirsty and hungry. They were not polite at all, and they ate it. After eating half a pot, he probably left the palace to let himself go . He didn't look like a prince at all, but he was still polite. He even said thank you when he was full: "Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

As soon as he was full, he followed the good boy to the backyard again, Brother Zhao knew what they were going to do without even thinking about it. It was almost evening now and the sun outside was not that poisonous. Brother Zhao just let them go and let Uncle Tang watch carefully.

Several swimming rings were floating in the pool. They were put away because they swam every day. The swimming rings of Brother Zhao and Xiaofeng were all monotonous, but the little yellow chicken swimming ring of Guaizi was the most eye-catching. It was big, lifelike and floating. It looked like a small castle on the water. The children couldn't hide the love and shock in their eyes, and they started to scream and feel envious again.

They asked Guaizi anxiously what was this? Where did they buy it? They also wanted one. Guaizi had already taken off his clothes. He hugged the little yellow chicken's neck and said happily: "It's not a purchase, it's a gift from father to Guaizi~

" The little guy was disappointed again.

The things Fang Zichen made were all unique, and they didn't even buy them from outside. First, they sent people to ask for paint brushes and building blocks, but they searched all over the capital, but they couldn't find them.

The good boy patted the little yellow chicken and introduced it to them: "This one is big enough to sit on."

"Won't it sink into the water?" the second prince asked in confusion.

"No, look at the little boy." The boy climbed on the little yellow chicken, stood up and jumped up and down. The little yellow chicken didn't sink into the water at all.

The boys looked at it miraculously and imitated the obedient boys in howling.

How did Uncle Fang make this thing?

They also like it so much~

Guaizi is not stingy and knows how to share. The fourth prince is relatively young and is afraid of water, so Guaizi let him sit on the little yellow chicken.

Everyone took turns playing with the remaining two swimming rings. The eldest prince couldn't sit on the bicycle, and he couldn't go into the water at the moment. He was getting angry just looking at it.

In the evening, Fang Zichen came back from his shift. After several small meals, he reluctantly left.

Brother Zhao saw that Guaizai was playing well with them. The princes and two other companions were from a very noble background. Among them, Guaizai had the lowest family background, but none of them looked down on Guaizai. Brother Zhao saw that Guaizai was playing well with them. The good boy played like crazy at noon today, and he was very happy. Fang Zichen still brought water to him after dinner and squeezed his feet. The good boy also ran in, hugging Fang Zichen's neck and lying on his back. Fang Zichen patted his hand: "Let go! I'm going to strangle you to death."

The good boy smiled as he buried himself in his neck, then squatted down next to Fang Zichen and washed Brother Zhao's feet together. He didn't have the skills and was afraid that he would pinch Brother Zhao if he used too much force, so he used so much force. It was like scratching an itch, but seeing how filial he was, Brother Zhao didn't stop him and felt warm in his heart.

These are the two most important people in his life. One loves him and the other respects him. His heart seemed to have been hit hard by something. Brother Zhao suddenly felt that it was fine just like this. He didn't ask for any great wealth. If her husband loves her and her children are healthy and happy, then everything will be fine.

Brother Zhao originally thought that the princes would come to the house to play. After all, they had heavy studies and had to learn too much. But at noon the next day, the good boy brought them back. As usual, the young men ate first and finished riding their bicycles. He just swam and played like this for a few days. The boy found the hoe he used to dig earthworms and took a few friends to dig earthworms in the backyard to feed the chickens.

When Fang Zichen came back in the evening and saw that the originally nice backyard was full of potholes, he was instantly startled.

Brother Zhao made cakes for them at noon, which made the boys so happy that they jumped up and down. Later, Shi Nianqi came over with the children, and the two of them stayed in the room chatting about what the good boy had done. Brother Zhao He didn't know it, but when he saw it, he turned around and headed towards the kitchen without saying anything.

He knew that Guaizi's butt was "invulnerable to all poisons" and that a normal small wooden stick wouldn't hurt anymore, so he used a thicker one now.

Fang Zichen was frightened when he looked at it. He pulled the good boy behind him and stopped him: "Brother Zhao, calm down! Don't hit your child at every turn. We must believe in the education of love."

He squatted down and his eyes were level with the good boy: "Son, tell your father, why are you digging holes in the backyard today?"

Guaizi pointed at his fingers and whispered, "I want to dig up worms to feed the chickens. Guaizi is not at home, and the chickens are all hungry." "My dear boy, I feel sorry for you."

The two little chickens he bought before did not grow very well. Uncle Tang had never raised chickens before and didn't know how to take care of them, so he asked Aunt Jiang to come. She is a true villager and comes from a barren land. Yes, she has been poor all her life and often doesn't have enough to eat. Although she can use the rice in the kitchen now, she is reluctant to feed the chickens with the white rice. She doesn't know where rice bran is sold outside. On weekdays, Mostly feed some vegetable leaves.

Fang Zichen stood up solemnly, with an expressionless face and even a cruel tone and said to Brother Zhao: "You'd better fight! A filial son emerges from under the stick, and he will be useless if he doesn't beat him."

Brother Zhao: "..."

This People are really different.

The good boy followed his friends and dug all afternoon, but failed to find two. Now he was beaten and made to stand at the door. He felt extremely aggrieved. His little mouth was pouting, and he was holding the melon seeds on his head. The corners of his clothes were pitiful.

Fang Zichen couldn't see him like that, and knew that he wanted to dig up insects, so he took action against him.

Everything in the capital is made of bricks, which is different from the village. Even in the backyard, the soil is very compacted due to stepping on it. There are not many earthworms in this kind of land.

...

The next day, Xia Jinghong was reviewing the memorial in the imperial dining room. Xiao Dezi ran over and said something to Eunuch Huang. Eunuch Huang's expression suddenly changed.

Xia Jinghong asked: "What happened again?"

"Back to the emperor, the princes and the good boy are digging holes in the back garden." Huang Eunuch returned.

Hearing this, Xia Jinghong waved his hands and said nonchalantly: "What a big deal, let's go with them. I see that the few boys recently seem to be more cheerful and mellow. The tutor also said that they have not fallen behind in their studies, so let's go with them." Come on!"

Eunuch Huang said no more.

The next day, Xia Jinghong wanted to go to the Royal Garden to enjoy the flowers. As soon as he got inside, he was stunned and couldn't take a breath. His face was full of surprise and astonishment. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and asked in a trembling voice:

"I Why is the imperial garden like this? "

He just didn't come yesterday.

The Imperial Garden was full of potholes and pits, as if there had been a rat plague, or as if it had been plowed by wild dogs. The whole place was completely changed beyond recognition.

The lower heads of several peonies were also dug up, making them crooked.

In the distance, a dozen eunuchs were busy filling in the holes.

Eunuch Huang replied: "Your Majesty, the old slave reported to you yesterday that it was the eldest prince and others who dug it."

Xia Jinghong was choked and his head ached: "What are they doing? Are they rebelling? Huh?"

"Your Majesty, you are serious, this..."

Huang Eunuch didn't say anything, and the children's laughter could be heard. , the old man in charge of the imperial garden wanted to kneel down when he saw them coming together.

Several people had quite complete tools for committing crimes, including a small hoe and a birdcage.

The chicken in the birdcage is still chirping.

Xia Jinghong saw them entering the imperial garden and digging without saying a word. The movements were skillful and tight. There were no bricks in the path, and the soil had been trampled hard. The fourth prince was squatting on the path to dig, and the good boy frowned. Call him: "Fourth, there are no bugs in that place. Only places like this can exist. Come here!" He pointed to the flower bed.

There are some flowers growing inside. On weekdays, the palace people often water and loosen the soil, and they take care of it carefully. The soil is very fertile.

The fourth prince nodded, stood up, pushed aside the flowers, and started digging.

Xia Jinghong was so stupid that the little guys had already dug more than a dozen holes.

The destructive power is staggering.

"Oh," the fourth prince pulled out an earthworm, which was about the thickness of a chopstick, big and fat, and said with admiration, "Good boy, you are so awesome! What you said is so accurate."

Good boy raised his chest and said, "It must be done, good boy. Zai Di Chong Chong is the most experienced."

Xia Jinghong hurriedly stopped them.

Holding back his anger, he summoned people to him.

"What are you digging for worms for?"

What? Of course it's to feed the chickens.

Why feed the chickens? If you want to eat, the imperial dining room has it.

The chickens in the imperial dining room are not fragrant, but the chickens that grew up eating insects are fragrant. The pheasants on the mountain grew up eating insects, so the pheasants are fragrant.

Xia Jinghong's head really hurt.

The old father-in-law who was responsible for taking care of the imperial garden came over and knelt down, shouting for forgiveness. Eunuch Huang was friendly with people and reminded Xia Jinghong that this matter had been reported before and he was the one who told them to let them go...so he couldn't blame others. .

Xia Jinghong's eyes fell on the eldest prince. The other children were still young and it was understandable that they were ignorant, but the eldest prince was almost ten years old! Why are you messing around with them?

The eldest prince Yuan'er didn't dare, but he was the queen's legitimate son. If nothing unexpected happened in the future, he would inherit Xia Jinghong's eight achievements. The good boy didn't dare to do anything when he saw him in the imperial garden. He was afraid of being punished and scratched his head. Look at him:

"You are the emperor, the palace belongs to your family, your father is the emperor, the most powerful person in the whole dynasty, and your mother is the queen, with a noble status, you can walk around wherever you want, Are you still afraid of Simo? It's ridiculous to be afraid in your own home. My father said, we are self-reliant and don't have to be afraid if we don't do anything that would harm the world and harm others."

This is very true . That makes sense!

The eldest prince did it.

The old father-in-law came over to stop him. The eldest prince glared, still very imposing. The old father-in-law broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't dare to say anything for a moment. He sent someone to report. The little eunuch came back and said that the emperor said to let them go, so the old father-in-law didn't stop him anymore.

They are 'sensible' and don't dig up the flowers until they are uprooted.

Xia Jinghong looked at the culprit: "Good boy!"

The good boy smiled at him, with crooked eyebrows and eyes, as if he was extremely well-behaved. He didn't even know he had made a mistake: "Uncle, call the good boy Gansimo!"

Xia Jinghong asked: "Is it fun to dig up insects?"

"It's fun. There are a lot of trichomonas in the imperial garden, but there are none at home." Guaizi said.

Xia Jinghong raised his eyebrows: "Have you done it at home?"

"Yeah!" The good boy nodded.

Xia Jinghong was surprised: "He wasn't beaten?" This is impossible! He thinks that his character and magnanimity are far above ordinary people, but now his hands are a little itchy. Fang Zichen is far worse than him!

The good boy's voice became softer: "I was beaten. My father said that the garden at home is too small to dig. The imperial garden is huge and there are many insects in it. My uncle is the most generous. There are many small courtyards. He doesn't care and will dig them up for the good boy." ."

Xia Jinghong: "..."

Xia Jinghong's fist hardened after hearing this.

What a trick to divert misfortune to the east!

Fang Zichen is truly a kind and conscientious person.

"Uncle, my good boy digs up worms and feeds the chicken. The chicken is a big bird. Can I give you the western leg?"

"Father, I will give it to you too."

"Father, I will give it to you too."

Several princes competed to be the first . Frightened and seeing that they were filial, Xia Jinghong lost most of his anger and let them go after a few words of instruction.

that's all?

There doesn't seem to be anything to fear from my father!

The prince's heart suddenly grew bigger.

Chapter 352

I thought that was it, but only a few days later, Eunuch Huang told Xia Jinghong in a cold sweat that the Shouguang chicken sent by Beimang in advance was caught and roasted by several princes.

The Shouguang chicken sent by Beimang had black feathers all over and was shiny with metallic luster. The tail feathers were very long and it looked good-looking. Xia Jinghong had someone raise it and keep it for viewing, but now it was roasted.

Xia Jinghong was really angry at this time and fined him a few small books.

After two days of copying, not only my hands were numb, but my buttocks were also numb.

Xia Jinghong thought that the children should stop after the ruthless move was made. As a result, these children went to the laundry department again, saying that they wanted to experience what it was like to wash clothes.

As long as he doesn't burn his royal garden or roast his chicken, then just wash it!

A prince should also experience people's livelihood. Xia Jinghong saw with his own eyes that the good boy had been cleansed and became sensible.

The prince of the Tian family is no different from ordinary people. Even if ordinary people can wash it, the prince can be himself.

The next day I heard that after going to the imperial dining room, Xia Jinghong asked Master Ji. Master Ji said that the prince had studied very efficiently recently, washed his clothes once, and spontaneously wrote about his experience when he came back. Master Ji was very happy and felt that the prince had The mind is alive and righteous.

Washing clothes is so effective, so go for it! Maybe if you go to the imperial dining room, you will make a qualitative leap when you come out. This...

Huang Eunuch rushed into the imperial dining room and shouted: "Your Majesty, the imperial dining room is on fire."

Xia Jinghong: "... "..."

"Your Majesty, some princes were swimming in the lotus pond. They thought the lotus flowers were in the way, so they pulled out all your favorite dancing concubines and ancient lotuses."

Xia Jinghong: "..."

"Your Majesty, four of you . The prince was playing diving and his butt was pierced by the lotus pole in the pool."

Xia Jinghong: "..."

Xia Jinghong stamped his feet repeatedly.

What a sin!

How come he couldn't think about it so much in the first place.

What's wrong with being a nerd? It's only been a month now, and he has lost two more clumps of hair.

In the past, we were worried about state affairs, but now we are also worried about state affairs, and so are our children.

He called the queen and several concubines over and gave them a lecture. Stop embroidering all day long and talking about what the child had become.

How innocent the concubines are!

The first thing I said is that I don't like to be active. You thought he looked like an old man and sighed when you looked at him. Now that your son is good at playing and making trouble, you don't like it anymore.

However, the concubines and the queen are satisfied with the child's change, and if it's really weird, they don't know who to blame, but Guaizai, and they can't bear to part with it. The queen is Mrs. Qin's niece, and she knows that the Qin family likes Guaizai, Guaizai On the first day he came to the study, the queen announced that he had passed. On the day of the fight with Bei Mang, the queen was not able to see him up close. Don't talk about it now, looking at this little kid, he looked really cute. She only took a few more glances, and the boy's face turned red and he lowered his head.

The queen asked him what was wrong. Guaizi was very embarrassed and said with a sad face: "Empress, are you in love with Guaizi? Although Guaizi is much more handsome than uncle, he is a spirited young man, but Guaizi I already have a crush on you, and you're not a good boy, so don't be infatuated with the good boy! The good boy is just a legend."

The queen was startled for a moment, and then she laughed, unable to control herself.

Xia Jinghong came to her palace a few times to sit in her palace. When chatting, he said that father and son were of the same origin, had the same virtues, were very narcissistic, and would be misunderstood if they looked twice. Now this is true.

...

After listening to Xia Jinghong's words, several people left together.

As soon as they walked out of the imperial study room, several people started chatting.

"Sister, you did a good job at painting the flower pattern last time. Can you teach me how to do it?"

"Oh, what can't be done? Come to my palace, sister, and I will teach you. How about some sisters coming too?"

Xia Jinghong did not pay much attention to sex. He spent most of his time on court affairs and rarely stayed in the harem, and even less time spent on his concubines.

There are only nine people in his harem, all of whom were brought in from major aristocratic families in order to balance the government.

The daily life of the concubines in the harem is not to mention being on tenterhooks, but also a dull and boring life every day. From the moment they step into the palace gate, they rarely see their families. It can be said that the palace gate is as deep as the sea. It's even more difficult to leave the palace. Going out to escape the summer heat is a treat only a favored concubine can get. It's boring in the palace! In addition to competing for favor, they are just hanging together to relieve boredom.

These people are in the same group.

After hearing their words, Xia Jinghong became angry and wanted to kill people, but after all, he was not that kind of tyrant.

It is also difficult to be an emperor. If you are kind, your subordinates will be disobedient. If you are cruel, you will be spurned and infamy for thousands of years.

Xia Jinghong held his forehead and felt a little tired.

Fang Zichen's words flashed through his mind again.

What are the benefits of being an emperor? He gets up before dawn, reviews memorials after the morning court, favors the harem at night, fights until midnight, and can't do it before midnight. He loses the dignity of a man in a hurry, and only eats three meals a day after working hard. A bowl of rice, sometimes he was so worried that he even had no appetite to eat.

Fang Zichen didn't know that Guaizi was so naughty, but if a few kids got together, they could stab him that day.

It's hard to learn well, but it's even harder to learn bad things, and children love to play by nature. The prince came to Fang Mansion to play a few times, and then went wild when he came back.

Fang Zichen was called over by Xia Jinghong every now and then.

"What? I roasted your chicken. This is outrageous. Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will punish him severely when I go back and avenge your chicken."

He brought the child back and asked him . , the children don't seem to have done anything wrong.

There was a fire in the imperial dining room. It was because the second prince accidentally poured rapeseed oil into the fire. The child was good-natured and wanted to do housework but was not skilled at it. How could he be blamed for this!

The one who caught the chicken will have to be reprimanded.

Beimang sent a dozen chickens as gifts. After catching the chickens, they sneaked out of the palace to roast them at home, but even cooked them in the palace. Isn't this arrogant?

Fang Zichen taught him a lesson, and the good boy understood that it turned out that the chicken could be seen and eaten, so he wouldn't catch it.

Knowing that he had made a mistake, he asked the young palace maid to lead him to the imperial study room the next day and apologize to Xia Jinghong in person.

Xia Jinghong's heart trembled when he saw him now. He had never known that wild children could make people's heads so big, but acknowledging mistakes can greatly improve things.

Just as he was about to say it was okay, the good boy Qian Mimi took out a bag of oil paper from her schoolbag and handed it to him like a thief.

I don't know what's inside, but it's quite thick.

"Uncle, I'll give it to you."

"What's in it?"

"A couple of pork loins. When my father and I came here in the morning, I went to the pork stall on Guangfu Street to buy some. My father said he owed you two first, and the good boy bought them again. I've given you two. Uncle, you can make a meal of

it."

Don't you need it? Uncle, don't be polite to the good boy~"

"You really don't have to."

The good boy came closer and lay on Xia Jinghong's lap, raising his head and looking at Xia Jinghong with adoring eyes:

"Uncle, my father said you have three thousand daughters-in-law. There are so many wives. In order to balance the harem and the government, they have to get evenly distributed. If you do this, your uncle will need them in one day, eh? My dear boy, do the math. Oh, it's like a bird. It's a day for your uncle. If you have to sleep with nine wives, you don't have to make up for it. He is really talented and awesome."

Xia Jinghong: "..."

He really wants to throw this bastard away.

In late June, the lychees sent from the south finally arrived, and Xia Jinghong had a basket delivered to the Zhao Mansion.

Zhao Yunyue and Zhao Ersao arrived just in time. When they saw a basket of lychees placed in the main hall, and when Xiao Dezi had just left, they knew they were sent from the palace.

The lychees in the basket were bright red and plump. They looked like they had just been picked from the tree. Zhao Yunyue clicked his tongue twice and said, "Your Majesty is so generous!"

Brother Zhao looked at him and said, "Don't you have any at home?

" The tributes were sent to the palace and mostly distributed to some concubines and officials.

"Yes!" Zhao Yunyue said: "It's only nine catties."

There are a lot of people in the Zhao family, and nine catties are not enough to fill the gap between the teeth.

Seeing that Brother Zhao seemed a little confused, Zhao Yunyue explained.

Lychee can barely be considered a 'tribute', as it is a perishable fruit and has a relatively short shelf life. It usually only takes two to five days. After picking it in the south, it can be said that it starts to be transported to the capital immediately without stopping.

Each time, thousands of kilograms of goods were shipped here, but when they arrived in the capital, most of them were damaged, and the rest had to be sorted out. The better and larger ones were given to the palace empress and the first and second-rank ministers, and the inferior ones were given to If you divide the third and fourth grades once and for all, you won't get much.

However, although it is a small amount, the thunder, rain and dew are all the emperor's favor. If you get it, it will mean that the emperor will remember you.

Xiaohe Village belongs to the south. Zhao Yun became more and more curious and asked: "Xiao Xu, you must have seen a lot of them in Fu'an Town before, right?"

Brother Zhao shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

Fu'an Town is the largest town in Yuanzhou. It is considered poor, and most villages have more people and less land. A family living with a few acres or more than ten or twenty acres is not enough to eat in a year. Like Aunt Liu's family, although there are several acres of land, the division of an acre here in Daxia is not like modern times. In modern times, an acre is larger than a basketball court. , one acre of land in Daxia is a little more than half a basketball court. After a year, there is not enough to grow.

Lychees are harvested once a year. If you use land to plant them, no one will buy them if they are sold too expensive. If they are sold too cheap and you have no money to buy grain, you can't plant them on fertile land, even if you go to the mountains. But the mountains belong to the government. Planting is considered as "clearing wasteland", and you have to report it to the government, and then it will be recorded in your name. You don't have to pay taxes in the first two years, but you will have to pay taxes later. Lychee trees that have not been propagated by grafting will not bear fruit in the first year, and will not bear fruit in the next year. Without top dressing and pruning, the fruit will weigh only a few hundred pounds.

In this way, who among ordinary farmers would dare to plant it? Planted a few years ago to drink northwest wind?

In other words, big landowners and big merchants, if they have extra money and room, they dare to plant some.

The lychees were very sweet. Brother Zhao liked them. Zhao Yunyue ate a few lychees but didn't eat more. After Fang Zichen joined the company, he mostly went to see Li Yisheng. He didn't come for a few days. Seeing that Brother Zhao's belly was getting bigger again, he felt uneasy. Happy and worried.

The lychees had not been around for a long time. Brother Zhao asked him to eat more, otherwise they would go bad. The more Zhao Yun got to know him, he went back to worship his ancestors before, and he bought some grapefruits from somewhere. There were not many, but they were very sweet and moist. There were too many. Brother Zhao secretly carried two of them back to his room and hid them, saying that he would keep them for Fang Zichen to eat when he returned to Beijing. Now he asked if he would leave some for Fang Zichen and Guaizi?

It's impossible for the three of them to finish this basket, that's just a joke.

Brother Zhao shook his head and said firmly: "No, my husband will definitely come back with a basket in the evening."

Zhao Yunyue: "..."

This can't be possible!

In previous years, there wasn't even enough lychees to share. If I gave you a basketful of lychees, it would be enough to fill the sky.

As a result, Fang Zichen actually came back with half a sack at night.

He knows that Brother Zhao likes to eat sweets, and Xiaofeng also likes this one. It is not good for a pregnant woman to eat too many lychees, but eating fruits in appropriate amounts can compensate for various elements that abcdefg needs.

Take it back and freeze it, and eat it slowly. This stuff is hard to buy outside!

I heard that the lychees had been transported to the palace. When I went to go on duty in the morning, Fang Zichen brought the sacks he had prepared.

Zhao Yunyue and Zhao Ersao chatted with Brother Zhao all afternoon. When they saw that he really came back carrying most of the sacks, they didn't know what to say.

This emperor is too partial.

Fang Zichen was rarely generous: "Third brother-in-law, you guys are here! Just in time, I will bring back a few kilograms of lychees later. I heard that the old man brought a few kilograms back earlier. I'm afraid it won't be enough!"

Zhao Yunyue rubbed his hands and said nothing. To be polite, he opened the sack and saw that the lychees inside were also very good. He packed some and asked, "Why did the emperor give you so much?"

"Maybe he values ​​me." Fang Zichen said indifferently: "After all, what did I say? He is also a high-end talent."

Zhao Yunyue: "... High-end talent? I don't see it."

"It's normal. I'm relatively low-key."