Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 664 Demolition
After going to the Yamen and returning home, Fan Zheng hid in bed, snoring so loudly that the black tiles on the roof trembled.

Except for places with too much space, such as the main room, which have a few glazed tiles on the roof for lighting, the rest of the roofs in the mansion are all black tiles.

Many houses in Dunhuafang have also abandoned gray tiles and used black tiles. Not to mention the quality of the gray tiles, they are too light. If there is a strong wind, they have to replace a large piece. Black tiles are much heavier.

No way, Chang'an is the most authentic northwest wind!
Du Shengxia glanced at Fan Zheng's appearance and said, "Is this a horn sucking?"

After Lei Qi said it, Du Shengxia realized that Fan Zheng was not lazy these days, but was suffering from cold syndrome.

Fan Mingqian pouted and wanted to call Fan Zheng, but was stopped by Fan Baili.

"Be good, brother. Aye is sick and needs to take a nap. When he wakes up, he will play with you."

Lei Qi removed the medicine jar containing [-]% of the medicine dregs from the carriage: "Madam, this is the prescription prepared by the imperial doctor for the county prince. It should be boiled three times a day. After boiling, simmer for a quarter of an hour. One jar will last for two days." .”

The people in Shang Yao Bureau want to save face. Without the emperor's clear instructions, it is impossible to chase him to the Marquis Mansion to make soup and medicine.

The careless Fan Laoshi and Yuan Luan didn't care at all about Fan Zheng's Han Sha incident.

Except for intestinal sha, cold sha and heat sha are usually not too urgent, not to mention that they have been diagnosed by the imperial doctor.

"Dalang has hardly been sick in the past ten years, but we were negligent this time."

Yuan Luan danced his sword and sighed.

Fan Zheng's health is not particularly good, but he doesn't get sick easily, probably because of his youth.

Now that I am in my thirties, running around and working hard, my health has finally started to decline.

Fan Laoshi said disdainfully: "You've already gotten sick at such a young age! I was as strong as an ox at that age."

"Hey, my mother-in-law became the county's wife. She started to talk about her style. She stopped using horizontal swords and used swords instead."

Yuan Luan raised his eyebrows, and stabbed Fan Laoshi with his three-foot sword like a drizzle of rain.

Fan Laoshi was surrounding the persimmon tree, and King Qin came and walked around the pillar, muttering in a low voice: "This woman is so angry that she is so embarrassed."

Hey, it's normal for a mother-in-law to get angry when her shorts are exposed.

Let her be vain and change her horizontal sword into a sword!

After falling into a drowsy sleep until meal time, Fan Zheng felt that his whole body was sticky and he was sweating profusely.

Du Shengxia covered her nose and opened the door and window, helped Fan Zheng take a hot bath, and tried her best to rub the dirt off Fan Zheng's body.

After changing into clean clothes and putting on a sachet, Fan Zheng sat in front of the case. Before he could say anything about eating something light, a bowl of medicinal soup that smelled extremely bitter was placed in front of him.

I knew it!

I knew that Tao Zhiqiu would not let me go!
Fan Mingqian waved his little hand: "Aye is the best! After drinking the medicine, you can play with Erlang."

Fan Baili smiled strangely: "Aye finds it bitter."

This bastard will cause trouble!
Fan Mingqian seriously took out a piece of gum as big as his finger from his robe: "Ah, here it is! If you drink the medicine and take it, you won't feel any pain anymore!"

What else can we do?
Taking the glue, Fan Zheng drank a large bowl of bitter medicinal soup while holding his breath, and took a bite of the glue with a grin on his face.

It tastes bitter in the mouth and spicy in the intestines. You can clearly feel where the medicinal soup reaches.

Yuan Luan came over and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Fan Zheng took a sip of the plain vegetable soup to relieve the taste, and took a long breath: "Auntie, this is medicine, not an elixir. It doesn't work so quickly. Lei Qi, let Shishou make a bowl of meat porridge." "

I couldn't eat much of the food, and my stomach was full of medicinal soup.

The millet porridge with a faint fragrance was served, and the meat in it was pork.Patients generally do not give mutton because it is hot in nature and can easily induce hair loss.

What Fan Zheng wants is porridge, which should naturally be thinner. The thicker one is called porridge.

Strictly speaking, meat porridge should be called Bing (shēn).

"Mozi Fei Ru Xia": Kong was poor between Chen and Cai, and the quinoa soup was not thick.

Whether the meat porridge is delicious depends not only on the ingredients and eating skills, but also on the ingredients.

Have you not seen how many wild vegetables that are fed to pigs in the countryside are cooked by the masters of rice cookers and become dishes that are sought after by even the nobles?
Is it true that rural people don’t understand the wonderful flavor of this?

Fan Zheng drank all the meat porridge and felt better. He also admired the imperial doctor's methods.

When the needle was inserted, Fan closed his eyes the whole time, which was unheroic.

Forget it, Fan was never a hero.

He knew that the pain of a filiform needle was worse than a mosquito bite, but he couldn't look directly at it.

But the masseurs, tsk tsk, they are all rough guys with huge muscles and huge waists. What do you mean?
If nothing else, get a few young and beautiful ladies and MILFs, and see if the masseur industry can become popular in the Tang Dynasty!

Fan Zheng could imagine how spurned he would be if he said this to Jiang Fuling, the imperial physician.

The thing is, this is the future of the massage industry.

Regardless of whether there is any excessive behavior, at least it is eye-catching.

How about Xiang Yu, a masseur who can bend his spine with just one slap? Do you want that?
Being able to think wildly means that at least Fan Zheng's health is mostly healed.

In a familiar place, Lu Jiasheng came uninvited, and the jeers came one after another: "Tsk, tsk, I'm a county magistrate, but I don't have a concubine, why are my body and bones so bad!"

"I have a jar of Sanbian wine brewed with Xinghua Village. It's three years old. Do you want to replenish your health?"

"Or give you another bowl of meat with money?"

Fortunately, the female relatives had left when he said these dirty words, otherwise embarrassment would have been inevitable.

Fan Zheng lazily leaned back in his chair, not even bothering to greet Lu Jiasheng.

In addition to the inconvenience of staying at home, Lu Jiasheng felt like he was at home in the Marquis Mansion in Kaiguo County, Huarong. He sat down by himself, ate snacks by himself, prepared tea and soup by himself, and even had a special tea bowl.

This is the friendship that grew up together with bare buttocks, and it does not change due to the disparity in status.

"Xuan Delang has been quiet for a long time since he eliminated Fang Zheng!" Fan Zheng joked. "Hey, are you ready to have a baby?"

Lu Jiasheng patted his chubby belly and said, "Why don't you give birth to a second son? One is enough to give you a headache. My mother-in-law wants to give birth to a little girl."

If you want to say that a man and a woman can be diagnosed by taking the pulse, Fan Zheng still believes it;
But to say that he was guaranteed to have a boy or a girl, Fan Zheng could only ask someone to fight him out.

Do you think you are Nezha? How can you become a young lady with just one piece of lotus root?
Fan Zheng glanced at Lu Jiasheng and said, "No, I must not have held it in."

Too familiar, Fan Zheng knew that Lu Jiasheng must have something to say.

Lu Jiasheng coyly said: "What, how about your second son and my sister Wazi arrange a baby marriage? Back then, the old master said, what is that called a finger-tip marriage?"

It’s hard for Lu Jiasheng to still remember the words taught by the old master back then!
Lu Jiasheng still had some plans. He knew that the eldest son with a bright future like Fan Baili would not marry easily, so he targeted Fan Mingqian.

Fan Zheng laughed and scolded: "It's a wishful thinking! If your sister looks like you, it will be over!"

"There is no need to be so deliberate. Your little girl will play with Fan Mingqian and the others from now on. If they are in love, then we can match them up. If it is unintentional, don't commit any sin."

(End of this chapter)