Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 238 Milk Brother

Dunhuafang, Dingyuan General's Mansion.

At the hanging flower door, Fan Baili stumbled over, his posture was a little clumsy, and his expression was a little annoyed, as if he was depressed why he couldn't control his balance freely.

With a sound of "baji", Fan Baili fell to the ground, grinning.

Yuan Luan immediately felt distressed and wanted to rush over to hug him.

A relative from another generation is a real relative. In Fan Zheng's memory, he doesn't seem to have received this kind of treatment.

Fan Zheng stopped Yuan Luan: "Aniang, let him go. You don't want to, your grandson can only be hugged and walked for the rest of his life, and he has legs but is like a disability?"

"There is such a family in Chang'an County. They feel sorry for the baby and don't want the baby to fall, so they hugged him and prevented him from walking. As a result, at the age of 16, he sat on the bus every day and leaned on someone's back. He became a disabled person with sound legs."

The story, of course, was fabricated by Fan Zheng, but the truth is very true.

Yuan Luan was full of distress, bent down, and stretched out his palm: "Fan Baili, come, take Grandma's hand, let's go."

Hmph, no hugs, can't you hold me?
Fan Baili got up, babbled twice, and stumbled towards Fan Zheng.

The baby's body is relatively soft, and the normal fall is not as painful as adults imagined.

Fan Baili just felt wronged.

Yuan Luan was surprised: "Little people, it's strange to have ambition!"

Fan Baili slammed into Fan Zheng's arms, smiled and called "Yeah".

Fan Zheng agreed softly, and gently swayed Fan Baili in his arms.

Du Shengxia was overwhelmed: "You little heartless, Auntie takes you with you every day, and you don't even call Auntie first."

Fan Baili took Fan Zheng's hand and walked up to Du Shengxia, stroking Du Shengxia's cheek with his small hand, babbling, as if telling her not to be angry.

"Okay, don't be angry, Auntie. You will call Auntie more often in the future." Du Shengxia took Fan Baili's other hand.

A family of three bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun and walked slowly towards the Chaoshou corridor.

Hey, what seems wrong?

Yuan Luan put his hands on his hips, raised his eyebrows, and shouted word by word: "Fan Zheng!"

Fan Zheng picked up Fan Baili and ran to the main room: "Run, your grandma is angry!"

Fan Baili clapped his hands with a wide smile.

"run!"

I can say one more word.

At the dinner table, there were all kinds of meat and vegetables, but the wine jar made Fan Zheng frown.

"Aye, are you going to break the ban?" Fan Zheng's face tensed up.

"Drink some, what's the matter?" Fan Laoshi replied casually.

"Very good, it would be better if our family, young and old, were sent to Bianzhou." Fan Zheng raised his eyebrows. "Drinking and having fun during the national funeral, what a face! Even going to Bianzhou to herd sheep is worth it."

"Ok?"

Yuan Luan snatched the wine jar and put it away.

Fan Laoshi gave up resentfully, but his complexion was not very good-looking.

The emperor has no wife, and there are dozens of concubines, so why don't people be allowed to drink a few sips, he is unreasonable!

Fan Zheng shook his head, this is floating!

"In the court hall, the Secretary of the Ministry of War and the imperial servant in the palace took turns to impeach Fan's woodware workshop opened by Aye."

Fan Laoshi waved his hand: "At best, I won't be General Lao Shizi!"

Yuan Luan directly pinched Fan Laoshi's ears, with a vicious look on his face: "Is this a matter of you alone? They don't know you, why should they target you? Think about it with your stone head? Their purpose , is our Dalang!"

"This is Xiang Zhuang's sword dance, and it's aimed at Peigong!"

Fan Laoshi didn't read much, but he had heard of the Hongmen Banquet, and his face changed when he heard the words.

Don't look at the family's vindictiveness from time to time, but when something happens, Fan Laoshi still has to go into battle shirtless.

"Fan Baili, Ah Yun, starting tomorrow, you don't have to come here."

Fan Laoshi's alcohol addiction was aroused by the nanny's man.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Fan Laoshi couldn't take the risk, and would rather find a cook from the workshop tomorrow.

Fan Baili, either be weaned, or become a milk brother with the little donkey.

The family's livestock herd has grown, with four draft horses and five donkeys, big and small.

Cough, look at the coquettish appearance of the little donkey, when will the family add new breeds?
After all, the two draft horses given by Tie Xiaozhuang are dun horses!
Lu Jiasheng laughed when he heard the news: "Look, the people in this workshop know the basics and don't dare to mess around easily."

Fangzheng made a move and arranged for someone to be a servant for the man in Huarong Jianguo County and a cook in the general's mansion in Dingyuan.

It sounds a bit strange, but everyone in Dunhuafang understands it. Excluding some strong laborers, those who don't know how to cook, and those whose character is not reliable, there are as many as five people who came here voluntarily and are competent.

Although the culinary skills are not as good as Aunt Fan's, at least they are not much worse than Ku Zhenzhen.

Fan Zheng picked two chefs in the mansion and guaranteed a replacement.

Tie Dazhuang, the supervisor of the Lieutenant Colonel's Office, selected two more to serve his mother-in-law Ku Zhenzhen and daughter-in-law Gao Yuee.

There are also two concubines and servants from the lower ranks of officials, and the total of father and son is the share of four.

Capable people might dislike the name of a concubine, but for ordinary people, it is a sweet pastry, right?

Not to mention earning more and earning less, not to mention the convenience of going to the fang and county to do business, three meals a day are provided, okay!
Even though life in Dunhuafang is gradually getting better, many people still maintain the old habit of eating two meals a day, reluctant to eat more.
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late autumn.

Fan Zheng was in a corner of the workshop, holding a pencil made by Wu Menshan, writing and drawing on paper.

The savior of stinky handwriting is here. Hard-tipped calligraphy is easier to write than brush calligraphy. Although the writing is not very beautiful, at least it has a neat meaning.

The pencil is actually not complicated. Grinding and screening graphite powder plus a small amount of clay, extruding it with a mold, drying in the shade, sintering without deformation, and then wrapping it with foam wood as a shell.

Wu Menshan was in a good mood, and even the casing of the pencil was trial-produced with three materials: horse chestnut, paulownia, and cork oak.

Horse chestnut is a native tree species. It is used for medicine and landscape. It is liked to be planted in temples. The wood is light and can be used to make paper, sculpture, furniture and handicrafts;
Paulownia tree is said to be native to Southeast Asia, but it has a long history in China. It is called Rongtong wood in "Erya", which is light and tough;

Cork oak is a native native tree species. Its wood structure is slightly thick and its material is hard, but its bark is soft and elastic.

"Practicing and literacy is not bad." Mi Fei and Li Zhengyi commented.

The Fang students they taught were able to enter the government in batches. Although many of them were foreign officials and officials, and they relied more on Fan Zheng's abacus ability, but their reputations rose, and they talked in the circle, and their backs were straight.

Fan Zheng took out a knuckle-sized object, wiped it on the paper, and all the handwriting left just now disappeared.

Li Zhengyi's eyes lit up: "Good thing! In this way, children can reuse paper and save a lot of money! What's the name?"

Fan Zheng responded lightly: "Eraser."

No matter what the day is, erasers and pencils are matched, and a face is matched.

The use of pencils a lot, of course, has a little impact on the practice of calligraphy, but the students taught by Fangxue are not rushing to the imperial examination, so it doesn't matter.

(End of this chapter)