Chapter 19

With Fang Xing's decision, the Fang family's village called for children and women, and torches were lit at the place where they ate. The children were wandering around the stove. When Hua Niang didn't pay attention, they quickly stretched out their hands to grab some oil cakes.

"Do evil! It's silly to read such good food, young master!"

While nagging, Hua Niang pretended not to see the little movements of the children, but just asked someone to bring a bowl of soup.

The broth was boiling hot, and there were some red peppers in it. When I took a gentle bite, I suddenly felt hot and comfortable.

And everyone can find a piece of fat in their bowl, which is really a surprise!

Eating oil cakes and drinking broth, Fang woke up the young master's reputation completely under the light of the torch.

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The whole fangjiazhuang had a good night's sleep. The next morning, Fang woke up after breakfast and saw Xin Laoqi coming in.

"Back?"

Fang Xing asked unexpectedly.

Old Xin bowed his head and said, "young master, we came back last night, but it was a little late. Masu kowtowed to you outside."

"Knock what head!"

Fang Xing said in his mouth, but he was happy in his heart.

This is respect for teachers!

Just then, Xiaobai came in at the door, "young master, masu is coming."

Masu came in with a tired look. She first bowed down to greet her master and mother, and then said about her exam.

Fang Xing waved his hand and said, "there's no need to say more about these. If it's your turn, you'll win."

Masu took out the content of the test paper he wrote silently last night and handed it to Fang Xing. She was looking forward to Fang Xing's comments.

Without looking at it, Fang said directly, "eight strands are shackles, and the imperial examination is only a tool to change your origin. Don't think these things can play any role in your future life and work."

This was teaching, so masu immediately bowed his head and promised.

After Fang Xing finished teaching, he said happily to Xiaobai, "go and tell Mrs. Shao that we will continue to dig pits today, but each person will give an extra egg."

This is to celebrate masu's return from the exam. Without waiting for masu's fear, Fang woke up and took him to the place where he dug the pit.

Along the way, we could see those farmers carrying the excavated soil back. Fang woke up and asked, "masu, do you know what these soil can do?"

Masu shook his head and said, "teacher, I don't know."

Fang woke up and shook his head and sighed: "you can't sit around and watch the sky. Don't learn from those corrupt scholars. If you become a guy who doesn't divide grain, the first thing I do is to expel you from the school, okay?"

Fang Xing has great opinions on Confucianism, even if he is also a beneficiary, he also does not change his original intention.

Masu bowed his head and was taught. Fang woke up but pointed to the front and said, "you go too. Don't you dig a hole, but you can knock down the cave wall and flatten it!"

"Yes, sir."

Masu skillfully took off her clothes, took a wooden hammer from Xin Laoqi's hand and went down to the bottom of the pit.

At the bottom of the pit were two big men. Some thin masu caused a burst of surprise after going down. You know, since masu Baishi Fang woke up, these farmers think this boy has been lucky.

The farmers' mind is very simple, but sometimes they vent like a prank, so Ma Su is unlucky.

Fang Xing went to the pit side and looked at Ma Su at the bottom. He stubbornly beat the wooden board paved on the pit wall with a wooden hammer. The expressionless other Jay said, "don't help him. He will do what others do!"

Fang Jielun's old face trembled and said, "but young master, masu is just a scholar!"

Almost all scholars these days mean that they have no strength to bind a chicken. Opening their mouth is like that.

Fang Xing clapped his hands, looked at the increasingly hot sun, shook his head and said, "jade is not cut into stone, and I don't want him to have to rely on his master to do things when he becomes an official in the future."

"Show me tight."

After the explanation, Fang woke up and went back to the main hospital.

Zhang Shuhui is making arrangements for the evening banquet. Although Fang Xing's mouth is very hard, she secretly arranges a way to celebrate.

"Husband, each person has an egg. This is a big pen!"

Eggs are a luxury these days. Farmers want to hatch eggs or sell them in the market in exchange for some money to buy some household goods.

Fang Xing said disapprovingly, "after the green stock feed is built, let farmers raise chickens and every family raise chickens."

As for the corn in the warehouse, Fang Xing was afraid. He was worried that this thing would arouse the covet of others.

And sweet potatoes, which can be planted on any piece of land, and sweet potato vines can also be fed to pigs.

But at present, Fang Xing doesn't dare to try, at least until he has a sense of security.

Masu was working at the bottom of the pit. The two big men on the side spoke in a strange way and gave him the hardest place to beat.

"Poof poof!"

The beating continued. Soon, masu felt a pain in the palm of his hand. He knew it was blistering.

"A corrupt scholar who does not divide grain!"

Thinking of the teacher's words, masu clenched her teeth and slapped the pit wall until lunch.

Today's lunch is very rich. There are noodles.

The flower mother made those people wash their hands so as not to dirty the dishes and chopsticks.

"And broth!"

As soon as the smell of meat floated out, everyone sucked saliva and lined up waiting for food.

A large bowl of noodles is poured with broth and a little spicy oil. The farmers eat Hula Hula.

Masu didn't want pepper, but Fang Jielun, the supervisor, said strangely, "pony, the young master said, you must eat pepper."

The great man said, not spicy, not that. Fang Xingshen thought so, so he wanted to cultivate the taste of his disciples.

Masu's palm was not worn out. He squatted to the side with a big bowl and looked at the heat coming out of the bowl. His eyes were a little red.

But teachers are God these days. You have to do whatever he asks you to do.

After eating noodles, rest for half an hour. This is Fang Xing's rule.

Ma Su returned the bowl. Just when she was hurt, Zhang Shuhui came and the farmers lowered their heads.

"You child, why are you so careless."

Zhang Shuhui asked Ma Su to open her hands and looked at the worn blood bubbles. She couldn't help frowning and said.

"Teacher and mother."

Masu's eyes were redder. He turned his head aside to prevent Zhang Shuhui from seeing his embarrassment.

"Hey! I don't know what your master thinks, but it's always for you."

Zhang Shuhui was nagging, disinfecting his palm with a purple potion, and finally applying ointment.

"If you can't afford it, don't hold on! Martial mother, help you."

Ma Su stuck his neck and said, "no, martial mother, I can do it."

In one morning, masu experienced a lot. He was like a different kind among these farmers, and the different kinds were often excluded.

Half an hour later, without being called, the farmers consciously picked up their tools and continued to work, while Ma Su was among them and went to the bottom of the pit in silence.