Chapter 552

Spraying yellow blessing was a little old man in his forties and fifties, with gray hair and a firm look. Beside him was a teenager who was persuading.

"Lord Huang, those women's clothes show their feet one by one. Do you want to be decent?"

The old man was not afraid of Huang Fu's identity and continued to spray: "don't look at those people if they are not polite. Look at those people. They are thief eyes and humiliate Sven!"

Those immigrants have begun to drink broth and eat steamed bread, but they all look towards the city gate, because there are more than 100 young women there.

As soon as Fang Xing waved, the women came to the more than 100 Confucian scholars with wild flowers and offered flowers one-on-one.

"Welcome friends from afar..."

After a few days of training, these women put this welcome sentence very smoothly, and their smile is perfect.

Fang woke up and saw that most of the Confucian scholars were red faced and stood there numb after receiving the flowers.

"What a formality! What a formality!"

Seeing the scene, the old man angrily went to the city. The young man quickly supported him and advised him, "father, all adults are here!"

But the old man went into the city and gave Huang Fu a shameless face.

Wen shengzhai said with a bitter smile, "that's Mr. Panshi. He claims to be a professor without class. He heard that the Ministry of Rites has recruited a professor to Jiaozhi. He not only came by himself, but also brought his youngest son."

Mr. Panshi's name is Li Zhengyang. He has made it his duty to spread Confucianism all his life. He has opened a school in his hometown. Anyone who is willing to learn can come.

His youngest son, Li Chun, was only 14 years old, so he was pulled to cross his toes by his father.

"Interesting."

Fang Xing hates that kind of hypocrite, but he can't hate fools such as Li Zhengyang.

After the Confucian scholars and immigrants had lunch outside the city gate, Fang woke up and went out.

"Everyone has come far and worked hard. Lord Huang has prepared his residence, just waiting for you to check in."

Those immigrants are fine. Most of them are looking forward to their future life.

But the Confucians listened with expressionless faces, listening to Fang Xing, the traitor of Confucianism, speaking.

"Everyone is far away, and the family members are not here, but the woman who meets her toes has long admired my Daming..."

Fang woke up and paused. He saw that most of the people raised their heads. Then he smiled and said, "the cross toe war has been chaotic for many years, and there are few men, but can we watch those women live a lonely life?"

"No!"

A big black man in the immigration shouted with a red face, and then timidly hid in.

Fang Xing was stunned and laughed. Just when everyone thought he wanted to blame the black man, he nodded and agreed: "yes, as Daming's men, we can't!"

Seeing Fang Xing's amity, some of the immigrants asked, "uncle, when will you divide your daughter-in-law? That's what I think."

"Ha ha ha!"

The immigrants burst into laughter, and the embarrassment was driven away by the laughter.

"Right away!"

Fang Xing certainly won't be vague. He discussed this with Huang Fu, that is, using these cross toed daughters-in-law to bind the immigrants.

As for the Confucian scholars who are pretending to be gentlemen, Fang Xing believes that they will naturally change in a short time.

"Good!"

Hearing that they would send their daughter-in-law immediately, the tired immigrants all the way hurriedly carried their own burden.

"There's one."

Fang Xing warned: "don't beat women casually. If someone wants to be a lazy man and beat his wife all day, Jiaozhi doesn't need him here. He can go back wherever he comes from. Future immigrants won't consider this person anymore."

Anyone who beats his wife is beating Fang's awake face. He vowed to protect the rights and interests of Jiaozhi women. Up to now, he has seen results in Jiaozhou Prefecture at least.

More than 300 people. There are more than 300 workers in the sugarcane field, and only half of the remuneration needs to be paid.

Not only did xiaoniang become the patron saint in the eyes of Jiaozhi women, but the name of xinghebo also resounded through the earth.

——The most understanding of women's hearts!

These immigrants will be arranged in the prepared villages. The houses are also ready-made wooden houses, and even pots and pans, seeds and other things are complete.

Everything is ready, only one wife is missing.

After these men washed out, there were thousands of women outside the city.

Tall, short, fat and thin, black and white, even if they are plain, they still make these guys swallow their saliva.

"Draw lots."

Fang woke up and nodded. Someone immediately sent each of these women a piece of paper with the number written on it.

Then dozens of baskets containing paper balls were brought over.

"Draw lots by yourself. Whoever you catch is who. Live a good life in the future and try to hold your child as soon as possible!"

Huang Fu looked at these men happily: This is the existence of Daming in Jiaozhi!

When the population continues to multiply in the future, Jiaozhi people will no longer miss their hometown, and Daming's rule here will be as stable as Mount Tai.

Huang Fu turned around and saw that Fang Xing had slipped away. He couldn't help scolding: "tired and lazy boy, I've handed over the trouble behind me."

Fang Xing went to find Mr. Panshi who vowed to devote his life to Confucianism, but he couldn't find it. Finally, a cross toed woman said where the old man was going.

Mochou Inn, this is an inn opened by Han people.

And the reason for the name is also the boss's daughter Mo Chou.

Boss Hu dieI, the Jinling man, was down in his early years. At last, he followed the army to Jiaozhi.

Mochou inn is not big in Dongguan City, and its business can only maintain the life of Hu dieI and his daughter.

"Dad, a guest is coming."

Fifteen year old Mo Chou was just too old to sit still. She combed her two little faces and shouted with joy.

"I see. Don't worry about pouring tea for the guests first."

Hu dieI's voice came upstairs. He was arranging the accommodation for Li Zhengyang and his son.

Fang Xing watched Mochou pour tea with great interest. The tea is not good, and the tea cup is not good.

The girl has calluses on her hands. It seems that she often works.

Mo Chou poured the tea, and the wings of his smiling nose wrinkled slightly, looking at the loveliness.

"Is the guest accommodation?"

"No, just looking for someone."

Hearing Fang Xing's words, Mo Chou's little face was a little melancholy. Fang Xing looked at the humble lobby and asked, "do you have any food?"

"Yes!"

The little face immediately brightened up. Fang woke up and felt like an orchid, especially pure.

"Then make some good dishes."

Seeing this smiling face, Fang woke up in an inexplicably better mood and nodded to Xin Laoqi.

Seeing Xin Laoqi go out, Mo Chou said with some disappointment: "there are chickens, fish and pork. What do the guests want?"

Xin Laoqi is tall and can eat at a glance. If he is there, he can at least make more money.

"All."

Fang Xing pointed upstairs and the knife went up quietly.

"Really?" Mo Chou looked at Fang Xing's purse and worried that Fang Xing had no money to pay the bill.

"Ha ha ha!"

A lovely little girl was pretending to be an adult, which made Fang wake up and laugh, and then there was a hurried footsteps upstairs.

"Don't worry, who's here?"

Hu dieI was worried that his daughter would be bullied. He couldn't care about Li Zhengyang and ran down in a hurry.

Fang Xing nodded slightly to Hu Die and asked, "your name is Mochou? Is it Mochou from Mochou Lake?"

Mo Chou said happily, "yes, my home is Jinling. Later, my father and I went to Jiaozhi to open an inn."

Hu dieI is the owner of an inn. His natural vision is not vulgar. Although Fang Xing wears ordinary clothes, he has a long knife at his waist and is calm. At first glance, he is not an ordinary person.