Chapter 11

In the study of a large mansion in Peiping, Zhang Taishun, who was still in high spirits during the day, said to a middle-aged man under his seat: "... This is the opinion of Fang Dehua. What advice does Master Cheng have?"

The light lit up Master Cheng's contemplative face. When he heard the speech, he said slowly: "Fang Dehua can say that the nine sides will decay sooner or later, and the advantages and disadvantages of the former Song Dynasty show that he is not the kind of person who reads dead books. Yes! I am the nine sides of the Ming Dynasty..."

After whispering a few words, Master Cheng looked up and said, "in fact, your majesty is more worried about..."

Zhang Taishun thought of Fang Xing's sentence today: "in fact... It is estimated that he is worried that his descendants and officials will play in a prosperous place sooner or later."

"... Jinling is prosperous. After a long time, my center of Daming will deteriorate."

After Master Cheng finished, he saw the shock on Zhang Taishun's face.

Because Fang Xing has another paragraph

"But even if I moved to Peiping, it's just a delay. Without making adjustments in the system, I'll see the future of Daming..."

This vision

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The sober Chen Xiao was worried that he would be killed at home, so he ran away with the remaining wine bottle. Before leaving, Fang woke up and asked him to bring a large bag of gifts, all of which were rare things.

After dinner, the family sat outside to enjoy the cool. Xiaobai also took a round fan to fan Fang Xing.

Zhang Shuhui looked at this leisurely scene and couldn't help breathing. Then she sent a peeled grape to Fang Xing's mouth.

With that slender jade finger, Fang woke up and ate it, and then said, "how's Zhuangzi recently?"

Zhang Shuhui said with a smile, "it's OK, just a little lazy."

With a beautiful smile and curved eyebrows, the girl who once had a heart like a dead water has finally recovered her freshness.

Fang Xing said with a smile, "it's too lazy. Let's organize and let each of the farmers go out to tidy up the ditches, clean up the sanitation in the village, and distribute three kilograms of flour per person per day."

Hearing this, Xiaobai couldn't care about his dignity and inferiority, and said first, "but young master, although our family has received a new lease, it can't stand such trouble!"

The summer grain has been harvested, and the rent that should be given to the owner's family has been paid, but those new wheat are now in the granary to feed the family in the courtyard!

Zhang Shuhui also agrees with Xiaobai. In her opinion, even if the food can't be eaten up, who knows when there will be famine!

Chinese people have a tradition of digging deep and accumulating grain.

Seeing that his wife and concubine were all against him, Fang woke up and said with a smile, "put your heart back in your stomach. As I said, even if the whole world is hungry, our family will not be short of food."

Xiaobai immediately put away the competition, and Zhang Shuhui still had some doubts.

Fang woke up and didn't say much. He was newly married and didn't have any entertainment facilities at night, so he rolled over all night.

The next morning, Fang woke up to exercise in the courtyard as usual, and then went to take a bath.

Zhang Shuhui used to get up with her, but later Fang woke up and forced her to sleep until dawn. When she woke up, she heard Xiaobai exclaiming, "young master, there are many bags here!"

Zhang Shuhui hurried out. As soon as she got to the door, she saw the old high floor piled in the yard. Moreover, in the morning light, she saw that there were crooked things written on the bags.

"What is this?"

Zhang Shuhui touched the bag with her hand and felt very soft.

"This is flour."

Fang Xing walked over and said while wiping his hair with a towel.

"So much?"

Xiaobai opens her mouth and thinks that the flour here should be enough for people in Chuang Tzu to eat for a month.

Zhang Shuhui woke up from the shock and asked, "husband, where did these flour come from?"

Fang Xing disapproved and said, "this is from my friend. Shuhui, the people who work in Chuang Tzu this time will use this flour for hair, but remember to leave these bags. I can use them."

Zhang Shuhui suppressed her surprise and nodded: "husband, with these flour, I will discuss with the housekeeper today."

Xiaobai cut open a bag, then took out a handful of flour and shouted, "young master, this flour is so white!"

Fang Xing said with disdain: "this is to knock off the wheat bran and malt, and the outer layer has been finely processed. How can we have our own delicious food."

This is medium gluten flour. After processing, the flour looks snow-white, while Fang's flour looks a little dark.

Seeing such white flour, Zhang Shuhui couldn't help saying, "husband, why don't we keep some bags?"

Fang woke up impatiently and said, "I'm an old man. I don't care about this. It's up to you, it's up to you!"

Watching Fang Xing go out with Xin Laoqi, like a young master, Zhang Shuhui couldn't help chuckling.

"Xiao Bai, please invite the housekeeper."

Fang woke up again to the left of Chuang Tzu. There was also a farm here. However, it looked gray. Several old farmers were pulling grass in the field. The picture was a little dull.

"It's not small here!"

Fang Xing is a little smelly. The land here is actually bigger than that of fangjiazhuang.

Xin Laoqi came over and said angrily, "young master, this is Shuntian mansion governor Li Dezheng. This guy must be a corrupt official!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Fang woke up to the fact that the deterrence of "Zhu peeling" was still there. At this time, the officialdom was not as corrupt as it was decades later.

"But it's not a good bird!"

A governor from bapin can get hundreds of acres of land. Tut tut!

Turning back, Fang Xing pointed at Chuang Tzu's back with a folding fan and said, "let's go to the river."

Why Zhuangzi here is valuable is because there is a river behind it. The existence of this river makes fangjiazhuang and other Zhuangzi not worry about drought.

The river is about 30 meters wide. The river is calm, with willows on both banks. The hanging willows even reach the river, attracting several small fish to play with.

Fang Xing didn't understand fish, but it didn't prevent him from calling Xin Laoqi back to find a net bag.

After Xin Laoqi left, Fang Xing simply took off his coat, rolled up his trouser legs, went to the shallow water with great interest, reached under the stone and touched the crab.

The river was slightly cool. Fang Xing's hands felt under the stone. He felt something retreating and immediately felt a joy in his heart.

"Brother Dehua!"

"Ouch!"

Fang Xing was catching the thing, but a cry from the shore slowed his movement.

"Shit!"

Fang Xing took out his hand and looked at the shore regardless of the crab holding his left index finger.

Zhang Taishun stood on the bank, the breeze blowing, some juvenile wind flavor. He pointed to Fang Xing's left hand in amazement, "brother Dehua, what's that?"

Fang Xing came ashore and said proudly, "this is a crab. Touch more and go back. You can cook a dish at noon."

"Cooking?"

The Zhang Taishun was probably a young master who didn't touch the spring water. He covered half of his face with a folding fan and said, "brother Dehua, can you eat this?"

Northerners don't eat crabs at this time, so it's normal not to know.