Chapter 80

The three people in the field were sweating like rain. No one noticed that Fang Xing had taken the old man to the main house.

While walking, Fang Xing thought, if the old man wants to teach his children, how much should shuxiu charge?

Look, the old man has two followers. At least take a few hundred Liang

So do you need to invest in your feelings first?

Thinking of this, Fang woke up and saw that the old man had some problems with his legs when he crossed the threshold. He smiled and said, "old man, but he has rheumatism?"

The old man went in, stamped his feet and said faintly, "how do you know?"

The two big men also stared at Fang Xing, and there was a great possibility that the film would open if they disagreed.

Fang Xinggan said with a smile, "someone in my family has suffered from this disease before, but I have some experience."

It was none other than Fang Xing's grandfather who was ill. When rheumatism was committed, he had the heart to kill.

"Once the disease is committed, the patient's mood will be moody. It's better to treat it early!"

The old man looked around the front yard. When he saw that there was no extravagant arrangement, he asked, "but the doctors said it was incurable. Do you understand?"

Of course I understand. I understand too well. You have wood!

Remembering the shuxiu received every year, Fang woke up and said, "the conventional method of this disease can't be cured. The best thing is to make medicinal wine."

"What medicinal wine? How to make it?"

The old man was interested and immediately asked.

Fang Xing first smiled with reserve and pretended to force, and then said compassionately: "three kinds of snakes can be used to make wine, viper, white flower snake and Qi snake. First starve the snake for a few days, soak and disinfect it with spirits, and then add Rehmannia glutinosa and rock sugar to soak it with spirits for two years."

Seeing the old man's silence on his face, Fang woke up and simply wrote down the prescription, charging: "the wine must be strong and soak for two years, otherwise the snake venom will be harmful to people."

The old man took the paper with the prescription and asked, "don't you want a reward?"

Fang Xing's heart was looking forward to it, but he said with awe inspiring righteousness: "uncle, why do you say this? Although we are not talented, we can respect the old and love the young, but we understand."

The old man nodded, glanced at Fang Xing again, "I hope you're not insincere."

be gone?

He just left?

Fang woke up and looked at the old man and left. He was stupid immediately.

Where are your children?

Didn't you come to me to teach your children?

Where's shuxiu?

Feeling that he had lost a sum of money, Fang woke up and saw lingdang tearing a piece of beef. He couldn't help humming, "I knew you should have eaten voles."

After finishing their work, Zhu Zhanji took a bath in the front yard, and then went home.

"Grandpa Huang, what are you looking at?"

When he arrived at the warm Pavilion and saw Zhu Di reading a book from a distance, Zhu Zhanji asked.

Zhu Di first looked at his grandson, then got up and moved his legs.

"Grandpa Huang, why are you reading medical books? But is your body in trouble?"

Zhu Zhanji glanced and asked nervously.

Zhu Di didn't answer this question, but said: "Shennong's herbal scriptures all record that snakes can be used as medicine, and snake wine..."

"Snake wine? I've seen it. It's in Fang Dehua's study..."

Zhu Zhanji thought of a large bottle of snake wine he had seen in Fang Xing's study. The poisonous snake inside looked ferocious and terrible.

But Fang Xing doesn't drink this thing. It's just a decoration. It's scary.

Zhu Di's body relaxed a little and looked more loving in Zhu Zhanji's eyes.

"Zhanji, I'm going to visit the north in February. You can follow me."

North tour?

Zhu Zhanji was stunned. Seeing that Zhu Di's face was ok, he boldly advised: "Grandpa Huang, grandson, dare to ask grandpa Huang to suspend his North tour."

"Oh! Why?"

Zhu Di couldn't tolerate the prince's objection at all, but he accepted his advice to Zhu Zhanji.

But this also has something to do with Zhu Zhanji's eyes and his sense of propriety.

"Grandpa Huang, you want to see the construction of the palace and knock on the civil and military, right?"

Zhu Di stroked his beard and said nothing.

Zhu Zhanji paused and continued: "Grandpa Huang, I went to see the transformation of Shuntian mansion with my father years ago. It can be called conscientious. Also, you... Are going to march north again in the past two years. Why not join us at that time..."

Speaking of Prince Zhu gaochi, Zhu Di snorted coldly. When he heard of the northern expedition, his eyes sharpened in an instant.

"Mahamu is bold. He resents me behind his back for allowing alutai to pay tribute. Hum! I think he wants the Tatars from Gan * Su and Ning * Xia."

Mahamu is one of the three kings of tile thorn, and his strength is the strongest at this time.

Zhu Zhanji frowned and said, "Grandpa Huang, we should divide these alien people, otherwise it will be a great disaster for future generations."

Zhu Di laughed and said, "this is what Fang Dehua taught you?"

When Zhu Zhanji heard that there was a sense of banter in his words, he stuck his neck and said, "Grandpa Huang, throughout the history of the Central Plains, foreign people have never really been at ease, but they are just weak and young."

Zhu Di looked at Zhu Zhanji's impatient appearance and asked, "what else?"

"And left and right!"

Zhu Zhanji simply poured out his ideas.

"Tile thorn is now eyeing the Tatars. Why? He just wants to unify the forces left by the Mongolian Yuan. The ultimate goal is my Daming!"

The officials in the daily life note wrote flowers and recorded Zhu Zhanji's words quickly.

"... the Tatars will eventually lose, so arutai should treat them ceremoniously and promise to sell weapons, grain and grass when he comes to pay tribute this time. However... I am also short of these things! The price is naturally expensive."

After Zhu Zhanji finished, he looked at Zhu Di with some uneasiness. He didn't know what evaluation his remarks would get.

Zhu Di looked at the jade Paperweight on the table and asked, "did you think of it yourself or did Fang Dehua mean it?"

Zhu Zhanji said confidently, "Grandpa Huang, these are all my own ideas."

Zhu Di nodded and threw the jade Paperweight over. After Zhu Zhanji hurriedly caught it, he said, "I'll give you a reward."

After Zhu Zhanji left, Zhu Di looked at the direction outside the city and was a little distracted.

"Come on, did the emperor TAISUN think of it himself?"

Quietly, a royal guards has knelt on the side. He bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty, I checked the work of emperor TAISUN. It mentioned that tile thorn will become a big trouble for me. I don't know if it's what your highness thinks."

"What did Fang Dehua say?"

"Your Majesty, Fang Xing is extremely hostile to the alien. Someone once heard him say that any immortal should die."

Zhu Di nodded and said, "go and check to see if the Fang family and the immortal have a grudge."

Jurchen, or nvzhi, alias privet.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the female immortal was a poor race. She was beaten all over the world and finally sought the protection of Daming.

Zhu Di accepted the female reality with his broad "mind", which is divided into three parts, including Jianzhou Nvzhen.

Later generations could not help sighing: the benefits of the Ming Dynasty were to those who belonged to the barbarians, and the Nvzhen in Jianzhou was regarded as the thickest.