Chapter 22

Fang woke up and didn't answer. Several men were upset. The Confucian man closed the folding fan and said angrily, "where's Mr. Ma? Hey! I ask you!"

Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. How many successful students can be produced in this environment?

Fang Xing feels a little sad. He will rule by these people after the Ming Dynasty. Isn't it sooner or later?

Since ancient times, almost all dynasties except the Qin Dynasty had imperial power and did not go to the countryside.

These so-called squires are in charge of those villages.

They have fame, so they can easily gain the upper hand in the struggle with the common people. Finally, they gather the land at the bottom in their own hands, which finally leads to a large number of landless farmers to rent their land for farming.

The most important thing is that they sit on all kinds of means of production, but they don't pay taxes.

The Ming Dynasty was actually destroyed in their hands!

Fang Xing shook his head, turned and walked in.

"Young master!"

Xin Laoqi wants to ask Fang Xing how to deal with these students.

Fang Xing waved his hand and said, "get out!"

fuck! This door trap relationship also sets up a sense of superiority. A group of people read that they only know the silly lack of four books and five classics and money!

"Bold!"

The man in the Confucian shirt said angrily, "do you believe it or not, I'll pass a two finger wide note in, which will break your family and kill people!"

Fang woke up and smiled when he heard the speech. He saw that masu was coming with an angry face and said with a smile: "you have read a lot of sages' books. Has that been what you learned?"

"The family is broken and the people are dead!"

Fang woke up and stood with his hands down, feeling that he had seen through the fog of history.

"Get out! Don't dirty my land!"

Fang woke up and walked away. He was so angry that he trembled all over and left.

"Maniac!"

"Brothers, don't be superior. There are people in there!"

"Classmate Ma, you came at the right time. This was your family just now? You have to discipline one or two well!"

Family here refers not to relatives, but to slaves.

The Confucian man smiled appropriately and said, "classmate Ma, I'll come to congratulate you today, but brother Yu wants to remind you of some things..."

With a face of confidence, the man in Confucian shirt said as an elder: "classmate Ma, we are scholars. Since then, we should focus on farming and reading, but we should also discipline our family! Otherwise, it's hard to explain to the great master. Listen to me, there was such a scholar the year before last..."

Masu was stiff faced, waved and interrupted his words, bowed to the ground towards Fang Xing's back, and then got up and said, "you sages, I masu is just a Chinese posture. If it wasn't for the guidance of my mentor, how could I be masu today!"

In an instant, the expressions of several men were dull. The half paid Confucian man pointed to Fang Xing who entered the inner yard and asked, "classmate Ma, you said it was yours..."

"It's my mentor!"

Masu frowned at the people and said.

"Hiss!"

This answer is shocking, because Fang Xing likes to wear clothes freely, so he always wears what is comfortable in Chuang Tzu, which makes it difficult for outsiders to identify him.

The man in Confucian clothes knew that he and others had offended people today, so he quickly remedied and said, "classmate Ma, Zhang Jiaoyu of the county school is waiting for you!"

This seems to be irrelevant, and it also means to remind masu, but secretly it is questioning Fang Xing's identity.

I reminded you not to be cheated by your 'mentor'.

At this time, scholars pay attention to a teacher. When you become an official in the DPRK, these relationships are a network to contact everyone and a big network to protect and help.

You, Ma Su, can't stop this net for the sake of a country man, can you?

The man in the Confucian shirt thinks he is so wise. There are several meanings implied in a sentence. I believe Ma Su's intelligence will make the best choice.

Ma Su bowed and said, "thank you. As for Zhang Jiaoyu, I will naturally go tomorrow."

Some of these words meant to catch up with others, which made several men somewhat unconvinced. The man with white temples drank and asked, "classmate Ma, who dare to respect the teacher?"

This is the bottom line. If Fang Xing is just an unknown guy, even if he turns his face today, it is not Ma Su's.

Everyone came to congratulate you, and then found that the 'mentor' was strange, so they reminded you, but you didn't appreciate it!

Masu brushed his sleeve coldly and said, "my teacher's name is taboo. Wake up above."

"Fang Xing? Who is it?"

Several young students were confused. Only the man with white temples was remembering this familiar name.

Masu arched his hand and said, "everyone, it's not a coincidence today. I've offended you!"

With that, he turned and left, which made these people a hindrance.

what the fuck! You masu said that you would turn your face. You really think you are a genius!

As for Fang Xing, who is that?

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems that we have come at a bad time today. What are we waiting for if we have offended the master's family?"

Some people are not angry and suggest that everyone flash away immediately.

The man in the Confucian shirt had some regrets. Thinking of Fang Xing's silly performance just now, he sneered and said, "let's go, Huifeng building. It's my treat today!"

Xin Laoqi was afraid of offending the scholar and causing trouble to Fang Xing just now, so he was always patient. After knowing Fang Xing's attitude, of course he wouldn't be polite.

"A group of stupid scholars who read books, get out of here! Don't delay me to wash the floor."

fuck! Is this where we stood dirty?

It's really unbearable!

Just when several scholars were ready to spray, the Confucian man saw that Xin Laoqi pulled out half of the Tang Dao with an unkind face, which was an inspiration.

The half blade reflected sharp light in the sun, which made people believe that the cliff was a good knife.

The Confucian man didn't dare to bet on Xin Laoqi's next move, so he had to take people away with hate.

A group of people swearing walked through the gate and watched the farmers form a circle outside, while the daughters-in-law were cooking, which was not lively.

"Country man! I don't know!"

"When we get back to the city, let's go to Zhang Jiaoyu first!"

This is to give masu eye medicine.

The party walked out of fangjiazhuang, and several carriages were waiting.

Just as everyone was getting ready to get on the bus, the man with white temples suddenly shouted, "it's broken!"

"What's wrong?"

As soon as the middle-aged man patted his thigh, his face showed a look of chagrin: "Fang Xing is my elder!"

"What elder? Are you dizzy?"

The man in Confucian clothes had some city government, but he couldn't stand repeated humiliation, so he shouted coldly.

"Get in the car and let's get into town as soon as possible!"

"It stinks here! Let's go!"

No one wants to stay here to blow the wind, but everyone sees that the middle-aged man's face is becoming more and more ugly.

"The young man held it in the middle!"

"In those days, he had a reputation as a genius in Peiping mansion. He was famous for a time!"

"If it weren't for Fang hung Chien's loss of office, I should have come to congratulate him on his high school scholarship!"