Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 143
Sun Jiu unloaded the donkey cart, tied the donkey, added a ladle of water to the sink, added coarse salt to the small pit by the side of the sink, put in the fodder and beans, turned around and wanted to run.

Yuan Luan frowned, and Sun Jiu stopped obediently.

"How did the injuries on my baby's body and face come about? You'd better explain clearly."

In front of the couple, Sun Jiu had no room to resist.

No matter how many chickens screaming and dog robbers, they can't resist fists as hard as iron.

Sun Jiu could only babble about what happened on Longshouyuan, and finally responded helplessly: "According to my little old man's guess, the inspector censor might encounter some troubles, so he insisted on going to heaven to vent his depression in person. How safe is it to ask a death row prisoner from prison to try this."

Fan Zheng snorted coldly, do you really want to give death row prisoners a chance to escape?
Besides, with regards to this fart height, how different is it from someone else jumping from the second floor?

There are still some buildings in Datang. The height of the first floor is about ten feet.

It's not that high-rise buildings can't be built in this era. Those Buddhist temples that have been licensed have more than this number of floors.

The reason is that the height of the city wall is generally about two feet, and the building is higher than the city wall, which is suspected of spying on Miyagi.

The restrictions on building buildings that survived in later generations were the edicts of Tang Wenzong's period that "the public and private residences of scholars and ordinary people are not allowed to build pavilions and look at other people's houses".

Among the records of officials building buildings in the Tang Dynasty, Xu Jingzong's "Lianlou" in the later period is definitely on the list.

As the population grew, the ban eventually fell through.

Just need.

Waved to repel Sun Jiu, Yuan Luan looked at Fan Laoshi with a fierce look: "Look, what kind of beating did you do to the baby? I want to go to heaven! I would rather fall and hurt myself than give someone else a fake hand!"

Fan Laoshi squatted down listlessly, muttering, "You didn't want me to teach you a lesson..."

Yuan Luan raised his eyebrows: "Oh, it makes sense, right? I let you do it right away? Why don't you ask the right and wrong?"

Fan Laoshi lowered his head.

it's all my fault.

Why am I always the one who's hurt.

Is it easy for me to be an ear rake?
After tidying up briefly, and putting on a clean Gebu round-neck robe, Fan Zheng was about to step out of the house.

Fan Laoshi's mouth twitched a few times, but he didn't say a word.

"Lang Jun..." Du Shengxia called out, stroking her belly in aggrieved way.

Fan Zheng forced a smile, hissed, the wound on his face hurt a little.

The little donkey let out an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"" and it looked like it was smiling, and it was quite gloating.

Fan Zheng stared: "Believe it or not, I invited the craftsman from Dongshi to come over and treat you to eat money meat today?"

The little donkey's eyes widened in horror, and he let out a "ah-uh".

Translation Translation: I am not human, but you are really not human!
Yuan Luan glared at Fan Laoshi angrily, and forced a smile on his face: "Da Lang, Auntie knows that you have been wronged, but the whole family lives at home, how can there be no ups and downs forever? Listen to Auntie, this old lady Zhiyuan, don't go up, okay?"

A kite is a kite. Strictly speaking, a glider is an extension of a kite. There is nothing wrong with Yuan Luan's statement.

Fan Zheng let out a sigh of relief: "Aniang, this is my glider, not for fun, but for serious purposes."

Du Shengxia said softly: "But, your appearance makes people worry. My son kicked me to show that he is also very worried."

Don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, even if he doesn't care about the face of A Niang and Du Shengxia, Fan Zheng still has to worry about the fetus in her womb.

The dream of flying into the sky and standing shoulder to shoulder with the sun was completely shattered.

Fan Zheng had no choice but to solemnly promise that he would only do technical research and never put himself in danger—at least until the baby was born.

With such a relaxation, the atmosphere at home is not so stiff.

This is life, daily necessities.

Ku Zhenzhen Fushen: "Supervising the censor, after the lady gives birth, the little lady will leave the house. Thank you Fan Dongzhu's family for your care. The little lady will never forget it."

Fan Laoshi didn't feel much, Yuan Luan was a little bit reluctant: "No, how nice, you have to be an aunt! It doesn't matter if you don't want to work in Fan's family, but it's very good, what kind of family do you come from!"

"Ah?" Du Shengxia knew this for the first time, and was at a loss for a while. "You're leaving, who will help me get female celebrities!"

Fan Zheng just took the opportunity to speak: "Accordingly, I have no right to interfere whether I want to stay at home or become a monk, so I just talk about my personal opinions casually. If it doesn't suit you, don't listen."

"Tie Dazhuang is an old widower with many problems. He is generally a good person. He likes you, and it's not just a matter of a day or two. He asked me to send a message, knowing that he is not good enough for you, Even if you marry someone else, he will look happy and ask you not to become a monk."

"Then, as far as I know, only the Xingsheng Temple in Tongyifang, Chang'an County is a nunnery, but the bhikkhunis they accept are either high-ranking officials or nobles, or those who have read poetry and books. It's hard for you to get in."

It's not that I look down on people. Fan Zheng, who has been in Dunhua Fangzheng, still understands Ku Zhenzhen's cultural level. It's no problem to sign and print fingerprints. Others, I think too much.

Ku Zhenzhen said timidly: "In Qinglongfang, there is a newly opened nunnery, only three or five nuns."

Fan Zheng shook his head: "This kind of wild temple that has not been approved by the imperial court is called Zhaoti, and you are called private Taoism. Among other things, you will not be able to pass the test of Lu Jiasheng."

To officially become a monk, the prerequisite is to obtain relevant documents from Lifang and the county government, agreeing to leave your household registration.

Lifang Zheng failed to notice that the population in the area under its jurisdiction was out of nationality, undercounted, increased or decreased, and each person would have to be whipped forty.

People like Ku Zhenzhen who entered the Tao without permission, and those who saved her, had to stick one hundred sticks.

The relevant officials in charge of the household registration, as well as the temple master, the master, Duvina, and those who know the inside of the temple are all guilty of the same crime.

Strictly speaking, this is the procedure, but the reality is hehehe.

Otherwise, why do you think that the number of temples, recruits, and Lanruo that Li Yuan once strictly controlled are full of vitality in the year of Zhenguan?
"Besides, if you have a Buddha in your heart, why not stay at home? If you don't have a Buddha in your heart, it's useless to knock a wooden fish apart."

Enough is enough, I can't say any more, otherwise I will be suspected of coercive guidance.

Tie Dazhuang's family, Fan Zheng hummed: "Today I will reveal all what you want to say to Ku Zhenzhen. I don't know if I can stop her from becoming a monk. Anyway, I have tried my best."

A flower is about to bloom on Tie Dazhuang's face.

"Reassurance Censor, I will try my best to make a better... glider."

Fan Zheng shook his head lightly: "The family has an idea! Don't have this idea before the baby is born."

After all, Fan Zheng would have to stop for at least a year and a half. Even if his family is rich enough to hire someone to wash diapers, why not change them himself?

When the time comes, the mother-in-law loses her temper and walks back to her mother's house, Fan Zheng has to hold the crying baby and sing: "Come back soon, I can't bear it alone."

(End of this chapter)