Chapter 2452

The construction site has never been a good place. Whether it is the sergeant, petty official or foreman, there are often some black ideas brewing in it.

Human beings are immortal and corrupt.

Interest is like a magnet, which can't help leaning over.

Fang Xing and Cao Fei stood on a hill made of excavated soil and looked at the construction site not far away in silence.

Cao Fei looked solemn. He didn't have the obscene appearance of yesterday.

He looked at a group of carts pulling the excavated soil towards this side and said, "it's hard."

These words have no head, Fang woke up and did not speculate, "those people must not dare to speak for brother Yu. It is impossible to change, but they are unwilling. They are worried that the future prince will be the same as his majesty now, and even more distinctive."

At this time, a carriage stopped, and the horse pulling the cart couldn't stop kicking the ground, but refused to go.

The coachman was very angry. They paid according to the number of cars. Once the horse went on strike, he came in vain.

"What's the use of a cow pressing its head without drinking water!"

When Fang woke up to see the coachman whipping the horse, he shook his head and said, "at the moment, Chaozhong is like this horse that refuses to go. Whipping is naturally one of the means, but more is to exchange interests."

Cao Fei said unexpectedly, "does your majesty have to give them benefits? For example, re approve the tax exemption of gentry."

Fang Xing shook his head: "it's inevitable for the Grand Prince to become the prince. Your majesty has been dragging it all the time, just to keep his grape rack. In addition, it's a buffer. You can't be canonized until you clean up the fields, otherwise it will be chaotic."

Most people dare not listen to this, but Cao Fei is fearless as an old man in the palace.

He said with a smile, "when we came out, the atmosphere in the palace was not good."

"That's for sure."

Fang Xing didn't think that sun Shi had any room to fight back. She didn't even dare to turn against Zhu Zhanji.

Cao Fei stamped his feet. He probably thought of something funny and smiled: "Your Majesty first threw out the idea of making a reserve, and then sat down and watched the surging clouds below. At present, the only thing to worry about is the palace. Fortunately, the queen is very calm and remains the same every day."

"She is the queen and corn is the eldest son. What is she afraid of?"

The queen has become more and more calm over the years. At least she won't be as frightened as before.

"Your wife went to the palace several times. It is said that she had a good talk with the queen."

"Xinghe Bo, three generations. If you teach another generation, you will be four generations of old ministers."

The four dynasties, not the four dynasties, Cao Fei's discretion was surprisingly good.

Fang woke up and looked at the stopped cart.

After a few whips, the coachman was reluctant to give up. He was just pushing and scolding.

Then an old man came. He went over and touched the horse's head and looked into its eyes. Then squat down and lift the horse's hooves with your hands.

The horse was at his mercy.

The old man looked at the horse's hoof, then found something and pulled it out.

When the coachman saw his gratitude, the old man frowned and said a few words to him. It was probably because he didn't want to be anxious and wanted to find a reason or something.

After the old man left, the coachman ran to the foreman. It should mean asking for leave.

When he came back, he unloaded a load of soil and even a cart.

The coachman pulled the cart, and the horse followed him, rubbing his head against his master from time to time, and the coachman touched his head from time to time.

"This is mutual understanding, but the gentry and officials have less understanding of their majesty and state affairs, and only remember their own interests."

There are only two of them here, so Fang Xing speaks boldly.

"What nonsense orthodoxy, the so-called orthodoxy is what they eat. They are not maintaining orthodoxy, but maintaining their iron rice bowl!"

"See you at Xinghe BOGAO!"

Cao Fei leaned over and picked up a piece of soil, broke it and scattered it.

"No matter what orthodoxy we have, we only know that once the great prince goes up, the situation in the court will be tense again, and the source of all this is your Xinghe Bo."

Fang Xing nodded slightly.

"Those people are afraid of you being the teacher of the future prince, but the imperial concubine is not afraid. She just doesn't have this opportunity."

Cao Fei seemed to be an old man trusted by Zhu Zhanji, so even the sun family in the palace dared to make fun of him.

"If you xinghebo become the prince's teacher, the Confucianists will have to worry about losing their jobs. At that time, the prince will be in a very difficult situation."

"So what?"

Fang Xing's attitude was firm, "I've taught the prince!"

"You have taught the prince, but who will clean it up?"

Cao Fei had a headache and said, "we all know that those people are staring at the position of the prince's teacher in the palace, but your majesty has decided to make you xinghebo for a long time. What a headache!"

"Plain sailing is not innovation!"

Fang Xing shook his hand slightly, as if to get rid of something, and then strode down the small earth bag.

Cao Fei watched him go down. Seeing Jin Youzi and others coming from a distance, he smiled and said, "you are sleeping in a strange dream. You seek skin from a tiger without knowing it!"

As the weather has not warmed up and the soil below is still frozen and hard, in order to stabilize the foundation, Fang Xing discussed with Jin Youzi and decided to stop rolling in the whole section and only dig earth.

So the progress of the project has been greatly accelerated.

As long as we don't stop work, it's a happy day for people. As for other things, it's gossip when we're bored.

"It is said that a prince will be set up."

"Good thing. They say this is the foundation of the country. Once Daming is established, it will be stable."

"But those scholars are all flustered! They say that this country is not good."

"Bullshit, the eldest prince heard that he was only a few years old. What's good?"

"They are worried that xinghebo will become the prince's teacher."

……

Fang Xing is still the same, checking on the construction site every day, as if he really came to Shandong to supervise the work.

Fang Xing and Jin Youzi are needed to build a road, and Yan Dajian is also needed to supervise the construction. This is a bit more extravagant.

So Jin Youzi went to inspect everywhere, and wherever he went, he would certainly call on the local gentry to speak.

"Be brave and diligent, don't read dead books!"

In the government office of Dongchang Prefecture, dark people stood in the open space in front of the lobby.

The magistrate took the officials and stood in front, followed by the well-known local gentry.

Jin Youzi's mottled white beard vibrated with the rhythm of his speech, hard, like a frozen brush.

"Reading is reasonable. Jin Youzi clenched his left hand, palm up, and then slowly popped up his thumb and said," the first thing in the article is the topic. Don't get any romantic flowers, snow and moon, high mountains and flowing water. What you want is the country and the people. "

His eyes were sharp and his voice powerful.

"The words of saints should be kept in mind. We should think about the national economy and the people's livelihood. Don't pull the big truth of being a man. That's bullshit!"

Uh!

There was a commotion below. All the gentry doubted whether the old man above was a fake Jin Youzi.

But Jin Youzi said very firmly: "I wrote a letter back to Beijing to remind my colleagues and your majesty that the future test should be close to the national economy and the people's livelihood. If you don't understand, go home and teach some children to read and make a living, or farm by yourself!"

There was another uproar. The magistrate turned back and said in a deep voice, "quiet."

This is why it is better for the county magistrate to manage now.

There was a lot of noise in Jin Youzi's dignified Zafu's speech, but the magistrate, who was much smaller than his power and official position, just glanced at the gentry and the scene was quiet.

Jin Youzi was sad. Last night, he came up with the idea of transforming Confucianism, which dissipated almost instantly.