Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 255

During the office hours, Fan Zheng called the children of Dunhua Workshop to gather together and walked back to the workshop leisurely.

Hey, it's bad, anyway, Fan Zheng can't do anything about this damn situation.

Counting on a sixth-rank official with no family background to turn the tide—have you ever heard of a mantis arm as a car?
The bad life is full of sunshine, surrounded by children's laughter, and Li Yifu's beaming eyes, hesitating to speak.

"Brother Yifu, be normal." Of course Fan Zheng knew why he was like this.

It's okay to be happy, just control your face.

Besides, you don't know what it means to die when someone is ruthless.

Li Yifu managed to control his expression, and looked at Fan Zheng: "Shangguan, this matter...is there hope?"

Fan Zheng pursed his lips: "The snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman wins. Since ancient times, there is nothing better than this."

Li Yifu thought about it carefully, this possibility is really great.

If you care about it, you will be chaotic, otherwise, with Li Yifu's intelligence, it can be analyzed.

"Do you want to..."

Fan Zheng waved his hand.

Come on, you don't welcome me, what are you thinking.

Besides, Li Mao's reputation is to stink the street, just respect ghosts and gods and stay away.

Relying on anyone or not, it is inevitable to stumble in the chaotic era where officials are not living well. Even a big man like Li Shiji has been dissected. Who can guarantee that he will be spared?

"Hey, where is the rush?"

On Zhuque Street, horses gallop like thunder, and wherever they go, officials and people make changes.

"Where is this military incident?"

Fan Zheng and Li Yifu spoke in unison.

"Six hundred miles in Wuzhou, hurry up. Dongtang and Qiaoxi in Yiwu County are infested with refugees!" The postman shouted as he ran on his horse.

Wuzhou is later known as Jinhua, and Wushang County was renamed Wu County in the seventh year of Wude, and it has been named since then.

Li Yifu muttered to himself: "It shouldn't be! The governor of Wuzhou is Li Zihe, the Duke of Yi. He who became king in the last years of the previous dynasty, would he be afraid of mere refugees?"

Jinhua ham... No, it is said that the method of making it came out in the Song Dynasty.

Neither did King Luo Bin of Yiwu. He, Aye, was the magistrate of Bochang County in Qingzhou, and died in his office. King Luo Bin lived in Boshan.

Li Zihe, originally surnamed Guo, was given the surname Li by Gaozu. Among all the anti-kings in those days, he seemed to be the only one with longevity and insight.

Fan Zheng chuckled: "It's all under the yamen, why do you think about those things? The person on duty will handle them."

I understand, they are refugees, not rebels, if they can be properly arranged, everything will be fine.

Therefore, Wuzhou only used six hundred miles to expedite, not eight hundred miles.
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"Aye!"

Fan Baili slammed into Fan Zheng's arms with a bit of strength.

Fan Zheng hugged Fan Baili in a circle, and Fan Baili giggled.

"Dog, dog." Fan Baili pointed to the thin-waisted dog that was staggering on the inside of the hanging flower door.

Du Shengxia smiled helplessly: "He insisted on going to Lu Jiasheng's house to play with Lu Feijia. When he saw his litter of puppies, he refused to leave. Lu Jiasheng's wife had to give him one."

Fan Zheng lightly scratched Fan Baili's face: "Fan Baili, you can't do this in the future. It's okay for others to give it to you, but you can't rely on it. It's embarrassing."

Fan Baili pouted: "Okay."

Baby, when there is a mistake, Ye Niang should point it out, instead of beating and scolding, otherwise how would he know where he was wrong?

Lu Jiasheng proudly stepped into the Dingyuan General's Mansion with his chest out and his stomach protruding, and saluted with crossed hands: "Your officer Lu Jiasheng, I have met your superior officer."

Du Shengxia couldn't help laughing.

Fan Zheng snorted: "Being an official, have you found the feeling? Is there anything unusual in the workshop recently?"

Lu Jiasheng laughed: "There are people on duty in every workshop, including your Fan's woodware workshop. Who is making trouble on the ground of Dunhua workshop..."

Fan Zheng, Lu Jiasheng, and Fan Baili said in unison: "Discount!"

Well, even Fan Baili has learned this.

"Fan Baili got his uncle's dog, thank you?" Fan Zheng teased Fan Baili by the way.

"Thank you Uncle." Fan Baili said with a smile.

"No, as long as Fan Baili likes it, that's the best. Let Lu Feijia come and play with you tomorrow?" Lu Jiasheng responded.

"Okay! Duck!"

Fan Baili responded crisply.

Lu Jiasheng calculated the accounts of the winery, and a batch of net income of several hundred guan, enriched Fan Zheng and indirectly benefited the winery.

That's right, Fan Zheng didn't divide up the winery's income—the emperor has already divided half of it!

However, pottery bottle Dunhuafang can get a little bit of it, and cork can easily earn a lot of money.

Don't look at Fan's woodware workshop, Wu Menshan is so busy that he doesn't even care about the small work of cork, which has no technical content.

Ducks are also an extra source of income. Except for the materials left for Fan Baili to make gourd ducks, the rest of the ducks can be sold to buy ducklings.

Anyway, there are enough distiller's grains to feed with grains, and there are fry in the pond, so the growth cycle of ducks is shortened a lot.

Fan Baili is quite generous, and every time he eats gourd duck, he will specially invite Lu Feijia to eat it together, which makes Lu Feijia's taste a bit tricky.

Fan Baili's "duck duck" means to invite Lu Feijia to eat gourd duck.

The cement board market seems to be saturated, but the animal charcoal is very stable, which is really a turn of events.

Although there are always people who want to buy Dunhuafang's animal charcoal, but the cost of Dunhuafang's animal charcoal is too low, and they are not afraid of hedging at all. They have the ability to take longer than the price reduction.

The cost of coal powder is low, but who wants to get it like Dunhuafang?

Only the Dunhua residents who are used to being poor will willingly clean and collect charcoal dust.

"Cement slabs, the later cycle will gradually become longer. After all, no matter how durable something is, it will take some time to break. Besides, it is already a surprise to be able to grab a bite from the mouth of the slate."

Wei Wuji led Fan Baili away, and a miscellaneous household moved tables, tables, and a stove to the chaoshou verandah to cook tea for them.

How bright the porch is with the warm weather!

Lu Jiasheng sipped the tea soup slowly: "I always feel like I'm filling my stomach, and if I sprinkle some cornel in it, the taste will be even stronger."

Fan Zheng smiled.

Lu Jiasheng's feeling was exactly the same as that of Fan Zheng.

As for now, get used to it.

They are all tea, there is no need to step on one or the other, only if you are comfortable with it.

Once you get used to it, even Chasuma, you can enjoy a bowl of it.

Unsuitable, like animal high-protein allergy patients eat old turtles, eat once and feel uncomfortable.

"How's the paper?" Fan Zheng asked casually.

"At the other end of the paper shop, I have to take my Erlang back to take care of it." Lu Jia let out a sigh. "I'm too busy, and I must have a trustworthy person guarding me."

"Well, let him take care of it for a year, and refer to the treatment of the shopkeeper Wu Menshan."

Bamboo paper still lacks heat, and the anti-bleeding is not done well, but it is a slightly thick paper, which can withstand normal writing with a bamboo tube pen.

Fan Zheng didn't bother pointing fingers, since the general direction was there anyway, he couldn't have done a better job than Lu Jiasheng.

The days in the workshop are becoming more and more interesting.

(End of this chapter)