Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

When Fan Zheng brought Yuan to the Hou Mansion of Jianguo County, Huarong, everyone looked at each other in silence.

This kind of favor, like a double-edged sword, has both good and bad.

"Lei Qi, find a quiet room for Yuan Lai to live in alone. Yuan Lai is only engaged in daily cleaning, and no one should disturb him."

Fan Zheng made simple arrangements.

Sweeping is not a heavy job, Yuan Lai should be able to do it.

Living alone is not because of preferential treatment, but because of the incomplete body of a middle official, there are always inconveniences.

Yuan Lai was silent and crossed his hands to take orders.

Du Shengxia looked at Yuan Lai suspiciously, then bowed her head and remained silent.

Fan Laoshi sighed softly, but Yuan Luan looked at Yuan Lai.

In the well-behaved Hou's Mansion, suddenly there is such an outsider, who is also an envoy bestowed by the emperor, it is unavoidable to feel a little more uncomfortable.

Although Fan Zheng is aboveboard and has everything to say to others, it is inevitable that he will slip up sometimes, so he is awkward.

Who would hold it all the time on their own one-acre three-point land, and think twice before saying anything?
Although Fan Zheng was cautious, he could not meet this standard.

Fan Baili didn't care what the adults thought, he took out a beef heart persimmon from somewhere, and stuffed it into Yuan Lai's hand with a smile.

Yuan Lai's eyes turned red, he accepted the dried persimmons, and saluted Fan Baili with crossed hands.

"Aye, look, he doesn't have calluses on his hands, and he's not very useful for rough work. Why don't you let him accompany me and grind ink by the way."

Fan Baili asked.

Fan Zheng has nothing to do with it.

Unexpectedly, Fan Baili and this Yuan Lai still had eyes for each other, which saved Fan Zheng from embarrassment.

Yuan Lai crossed his hands and saluted frequently.

In the living room, the husband and wife sat down, and Du Shengxia fiddled with the bronze mirror for a long time, but Fan Zheng did not see any obvious changes.

Then, Du Shengxia picked up new clothes one after another.

At this time, Chang'an seemed to be the center of all nations, and all kinds of Hufu gradually flowed in. Datang accepted all kinds of Hufu with an attitude of being inclusive of all rivers.

Of course, in Du Shengxia's capacity, those glamorous costumes worn by orchids who sell wine can't be worn, that is, narrow shorts, trousers, and leather boots, which make them look slim.

Forget about anything else, it's really impossible to be slim.

Both gave birth to two children, not to mention the fat around the waist, the hip bones are much wider, and even gods can't change it.

If she can't become a bucket waist and a millstone buttocks, even if Du Shengxia is well maintained.

Therefore, those who marry a daughter-in-law and say "the buttocks are easy to give birth to" are telling the truth, but you should think about it carefully.

"Lang Jun, don't I look good in this dress?"

Du Shengxia had already changed into three sets of Hu clothes with different patterns, showing off in front of Fan Zheng.

Fan Zheng was like most men who have been married for a long time, and he replied dully: "It looks better without wearing it."

Du Shengxia laughed, and her jade palm patted Fan Zheng's shoulder lightly.

After fighting for a while, Du Shengxia lay on Fan Zheng's body, drawing circles on his chest with her fingers.

"Lang Jun, the gift of the emperor always feels strange. I don't know why that Yuanlai always looks familiar to me."

Du Shengxia gently bit Fan Zheng's earlobe and whispered.

Walls have ears, so be careful what you say, and be careful.

"Madam's advice. In fact, I've always had this strange feeling, but I can't explain why."

Or how do you say it is a tacit understanding?
However, it was clear to each other that Yuan Lai was in the mansion, which more or less indicated that the emperor paid attention to the Hou mansion occasionally.

On the other hand, Fan Baili would take care of Ayaniang and take Yuanlai away.

Yuan Lai followed Fan Baili, so there would be no topic of discussion.

Even if he is the emperor, he can't argue with Huang Kou'er.

Under the corridor, Fan Baili wrote Luo Binwang's "Ode to the Goose", which was basically horizontal and vertical, but the style of writing was slightly lacking.

Yuan Lai thought for a while, held Fan Baili's writing hand, and wrote a stroke. At the last part, he suddenly used force, and quickly raised the pen, revealing the center.

Although it is not perfect, at least it has a faint edge, and it is no longer a mediocre and smooth finish.

Fan Baili laughed and said, "Amazing! I'll write a few more words."

When Fan Baili practiced swords and sticks, Yuan Lai could only stand around and could not intervene at all.

"Sweep the film with a stick, pick the thread with a gun, and change like a dragon!"

Fan Baili muttered something, he returned his carbine, and stabbed the end of the stick on a piece of weathered stone, and the end of the stone fell to the ground.
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Guangdefang, the second hall of the state government office, and the tea room.

Fan Zheng sat around with Li Shushen and Qi Guanzhi, while He Gouxiong was sent off to do chores, while Chen Zuchang, a soldier with a radiant face, cooked tea himself.

Regarding this point, Li Shushen and Qi Guanzhi totally agreed.

Lao Ba is not very proficient in life, but he just knows a lot of miscellaneous things.

The same water and the same ingredients, He Gouxiong's cooking is just drinkable, but Lao Ba's cooking has a faint flavor.

"Don't drive around for a month, there is nothing wrong with Yongzhou, but there are hundreds of refugees from Fangzhou, Wang Fuzhen brought Luo Binwang and others to give relief." Qi Guanzhi reported calmly.

Li Shushen's dark face showed a trace of satisfaction: "After coordination with my official, they were temporarily placed on the bank of Yong'an Canal, and Chen Xiande, a doctor from the Ministry of Works and Water Department, was found to arrange for the young men and women to repair the lack of river embankments."

Fan Zheng let out a sigh of relief: "Shouldn't Sihu join the army and have to cry and complain to the officer that he has no money? The money for medical treatment has been blocked again?"

It's such an embarrassing situation that it's hard to make ends meet. It doesn't matter who comes, even the master who is upside down will shake his head when he sees it.

Even if Wang Fu went against Fan Zheng's wishes, he couldn't pursue it, because there were priorities.

It stands to reason that there is still a little more rain this year, but it will not cause disasters, and there should be no refugees in Fangzhou.

It's a pity that theory belongs to theory, reality belongs to reality, and there is no boundary.

The four words natural and man-made disasters are the source of almost all disasters, and even Fan Zheng can't trace them everywhere.

Anyway, I am used to it, no matter where the disaster is, if it is closer to Yongzhou, the common people will naturally approach Chang'an City to find a good meal.

To be honest, although there is a surplus of labor in Chang'an City, it is not very easy to find work, so it is no problem to make a living.

Unexpectedly, Li Shushen and Chen Xiande still have some friendship.

The matter of resettling the victims can be big or small, and there is no certain friendship between them, and the Water Department Department doesn't have to take care of this mess.

Even if I have a vacancy, why must I buy your account?

In this world, there may be nothing else, but there are many people.

"No matter what, the medical utensils and medicinal materials must be in place as soon as possible." Fan Zheng's attitude was firm. "It really doesn't work. I made a deal with Jiang's Medicine Store. This year, I will pick up the medicine, and I will give you money around the end of the year."

Li Shushen and Qi Guanzhi looked at each other with embarrassment on their faces, it took a long time before he hesitated to tell the whole story.

I don't know which Yongzhou official used this method to buy a lot of goods from merchants on credit when something happened, but Fannian only had no money, and it took three years to pay.

"What's terrible is that one of the merchants suffered a sudden illness and died without getting any money." Li Shushen said leisurely.

So, Yongzhou's reputation among the common people is acceptable, but it has no reputation in the eyes of merchants.

If you want something, it’s ok, the money and the goods will be paid, the capital is small and the profit is small, and no credit will be owed.

Fan Zheng could only smile wryly, the younger generation suffered for the foolish things done by the seniors. (end of this chapter)