Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 220 New Master Book

Fan Zheng has returned to Chang'an.

Although Luoyang is good, it is not my hometown.

Fan Baili, who was crawling quickly on the straw mat, showed a trace of disgust on his face.

Hey, it's dark!

Fan Zheng smiled, picked up Fan Baili who was full of reluctance, and took a sip on his left and right cheeks before putting him down.

Du Shengxia sighed: "You don't know, since he can climb, he can't catch up with him! The thin-waisted dog that Lu Yi gave birth to, was plucked by him every day, so he never dared to come to the house."

Fan Baili spat a bubble in his mouth, his eyes were disdainful.

What's wrong with the future Bailihou and the present Gimshilang?
Even if you want to eat dog meat, that's a trivial matter!
What, not yet?
Wait for me to quit milk!
On the straw mat, there was also a fat baby with bare buttocks, slightly bigger than Fan Baili, but Lu Jia's son, Lu Feijia.

Good guy, Lu Jiasheng also used the rare method of linking names between father and son. This method is usually used by Southwest Baipu, right?
From time to time, Lu Feijia uttered a few words normally, and from time to time he spoke some baby words, which gave him the visual sense of a fat translator.

"Hey, this is about to make a family friend!" Fan Zheng teased Lu Feijia.

"Why, I despise my small Fangzheng! Tell you, the land around Dunhuafang is the real estate of this Fangzheng!" Lu Jiasheng trembled a few words casually.

Fan Zheng laughed awkwardly.

These words were the Second Secondary Declaration declared by the high-spirited Fan Zheng when he just became a member of the workshop. Looking back, he felt a little ashamed.

Is it too late to kill people now?

"Is there anything unusual in the workshop?"

Fan Zheng sat slumped on the armchair, not even wanting to shake his legs.

People who go out for a long time, the first reaction when they return home is that they don't want to move at all—even if their bodies are not too tired.

"All the workshops are normal, Yan Sanshun is also honest, and incidentally mentioned a little lady from Qinglong Workshop."

"It's Tie Dazhuang who is not humming. I heard that he beat someone to death in the yamen, and even killed the Shangguan. It is said that it was because of the item handed over by the craftsman. Is it unqualified?"

Tie Dazhuang said, please don't spread rumors!

That's what the prince did!

Fan Zheng didn't bother to correct Lu Jiasheng's fallacy: "The glider Tie Dazhuang built in the office is for Tie Xiaozhuang and the others, so he shouldn't worry about breaking his own baby?"

Lu Jiasheng patted his thigh: "That's it! Tie Dazhuang is the one who protects the calf. If others want to cheat Tie Xiaozhuang, he will definitely work hard!"

"Speaking of business, the southeast corner of the square does not rely on the tomb, and it is not used seriously. You find someone to surround it, level it, build a workshop, dig drainage ditches, and prepare storage." Fan Zheng was not polite, and ordered directly.

Lu Jiasheng was overjoyed: "Is this going to work?"

Fan Zheng nodded: "My mother-in-law, you can't be idle."

This is really wrong, because of Fan Baili, Du Shengxia hasn't taken a wine tasting job for two years, and now she is the Lord of Huarong Township, it is even more inappropriate to surrender her status to earn extra money.

After thinking about it, let's build a wine shop by ourselves!
Du Shengxia, who was guarding Fan Baili at the side, was slightly surprised: "Mr. Lang has to think about it, not to mention whether he will be squeezed out by all the families. As far as wine making is concerned, I, Aye, have all the inheritance, except for those in the palace. The four major wines here only have ordinary prescriptions, without any special taste."

Things that have no distinctive features can't kill a lot of people.

Fan Zheng didn't even bother to wave his hands: "My hometown gentleman is right! However, what I want is nothing special, and I didn't want to go to the market to compete with all kinds of wine."

Du Shengxia pondered: "It has no special features, and it is even more impossible to compete for the name of Yujiu. What's the use of brewing it?"

Fan Zheng chuckled: "Of course it's not drinking. After two days, I'll go to Xuandu to observe the incense sticks, and meet the Priest Chen Junian of Jianzhai."

Du Shengxia curled her lips: "How many years old Chen Zhima has been rotten, and now he is the master of the temple!"

Fan Zheng smiled awkwardly.

Who told him that he hadn't been to Xuandu to watch a few times?
Hey, blue alum, distiller, but you still have to count on Xuanduguan for help!

As for gunpowder, it was too far away from Fan Zheng, even if he could get it out, he wouldn't dare to take it.

Without enough background, playing with gunpowder is to send yourself a reminder.

Don't think that all good things can be hugged at home.

For example, in the current wine shop, Fan Zheng promised Li Shimin [-]% of the net profit before he dared to start preparations.
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After a day of depravity, Shi Yu Shi Fan Zheng still had to take Sun Jiu, Lu Yisheng, Zhen Xing, Zhen Bang, and Wu Yi to Dianmao, Lei Qi and Lei Jiu appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Zhen Xing calmly reported to Fan Zheng all the movements of Yushitai in the past few months, and at the same time revealed a little of the skills he had learned.

Apart from other things, Zhen Xing has really learned the official document format and writing standards, and Liu Yan admits that he is [-]% as good as he is.

In other words, it is enough for Zhen Xing to be content with being an official with swords and pens.

"When the Shangguan is not dispatched, you can go to the procuratorate, get close to your brother Pan Chang, and learn from them by the way, the scope of the procuratorate's duties and the way of doing things."

After Li Yifu served as the second seat of the Procuratorate, his hands and feet became more and more open. Although it was a little overstepped, it was generally within the scope of the rules.

What makes Li Yifu even more motivated is that the Chief Liu Fan, it is said that he will not stay in the procuratorate for long, and is likely to move to the Taiyuan!

I, Li Yifu, the time to be my own is coming!
The master book, the pavilion chief, and the palm guard provide breakfast for each table.

"Red bean stuffed millet soft bun, Fuzhou style."

The director's slightly familiar voice rang in Fan Zheng's ears, and he turned to look at a Cuju essence.

Familiar!
Cuju figure, mung bean small eyes, wearing a green robe, eyes blinking especially ecstasy.

"Haha, isn't this You Shuochu, Sicang, who joined the army in Fuzhou? Congratulations!"

Fan Zheng quickly remembered.

The main reason is that this figure and name are too individual, so I can never forget them!

From the seventh rank, he joined the army in Sicang of Fuzhou, and moved to Yushitai, and from the seventh rank to the master book, the rank seems to be the same.

But entering the imperial city from a local area is actually a move to the right.

Apart from other things, such things as salaries and rewards can't be kept up by flattery at the local level, otherwise why would everyone sharpen their heads and go to Chang'an?

"Thanks to Shangguan, Xiaguan lived in Fuzhou for several years, and finally got to enter the imperial city, and had a chance to see the holy face."

You Shuochu's words were still so smooth and greasy.

Don't think that You Shuochu, a philistine, is really harmless to humans and animals. He Qionglou, a former secretary of Yanzhou who joined the army, said on Wangxiangtai that he had something to say.

The censor, Ma Zhou, spoke at another table: "I checked Fan Zheng censor's case file, and found such a wonderful person as the master, so I suggested moving him to the censor's platform."

Be it Li Qianyou or Wei Chou, even if he and Ma Zhou would disagree due to different ideas on weekdays, they would not shame him on such a trivial matter.

Whether it is Ma Zhou's life or his official fortune, they are all like cooking oil in a raging fire, so why bother with it?

"Fan Yushi, Zheng Guogong persuaded him to stop enshrining Zen, why is there no more text?"

Ma Zhou's eye sockets became deeper, and the two big bags under his eyes became darker, and his body might not survive for a few years.

This world is so imperfect, those who deserve to die will never die, and those who don't deserve to die will never live.

"Taishan Fengchan was originally a game, a game to attract Xue Yantuo to do it." Fan Zheng replied with a smile. "Since the fight has started, there is no need to pretend anymore."

Regardless of whether the emperor thought so or not, he must be now!
(End of this chapter)