Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 708

Dunhuafang is full of joy.

Another official came from Dunhuafang. Fangzheng Lu Yisheng, who had a relatively calm temperament, was awarded the title of General Shilang by the imperial court because he initiated donations to the Tiantian Army.

For Dunhuafang, which has an outstanding number of officials, although it is happy, it is not ecstatic.

I'm used to it.

For the person involved, Lu Yisheng, the feeling was completely different.

After all, the county prince was thinking of the friendship between the front and back horses, so he did not donate in his own name, but asked himself to donate in the name of Dunhuafang. The credit for the initiative fell on him.

For Fan Zheng, the merits of his mere initiative are not painful or itchy to him;

For Lu Yisheng, this was like his elder brother, officially having an official status, even though he was only a literary official.

Thinking about the servants who followed Fan Zheng in Dunhuafang, whether it was Sun Jiu or Lu Yisheng, they all got an official position.

How many people have struggled all their lives but are still hesitant to move forward with the status of "official" or "expatriate official". Lu Yisheng can get an official position just by taking care of his house, so what else can he ask for?

"County Marquis, hehe."

Waiting at the gate of the square, when he saw Fan Zheng returning on a yellow chestnut horse, Lu Yisheng's smile was even more beautiful than on his wedding day.

Fan Zheng dismounted and waved his hand in disgust: "What a great general! Lu Jiasheng is still Xuande Lang."

Lu Jiasheng's iconic belly was revealed from Wuhoupu: "You are talking bad about me again! Humph, did I get Xuandelang easily? It was thanks to the Maitreya believers!"

Speaking of his achievements, Lu Jiasheng's face glowed.

There are one hundred and eight squares, but Lu Dalang is the leader, occupying the position of Xuande Lang.

You know, even if you go to the Wannian County Government Office in Xuanyangfang, the Mingfu, Zanfu, and Shaofu all have to look pleasant and let Lu Jiasheng sit beside them.

Patting his belly as if he was pregnant with Liujia, Lu Jiasheng smiled and said, "Thank you very much for the Erlang thing."

Fan Zheng chuckled: "What a big deal? Lu Yisheng has been running around with me for several years, so he should have an official status."

Lu Yisheng's smile faded: "County Marquis, the toad watchman captured two thieves who coveted the winery."

Fan Zheng smiled and said nothing, and Lu Jiasheng rolled his eyes: "Old rules, if your legs are broken, throw them into Wu Houpu."

The others laughed after hearing this.

As long as they didn't beat anyone to death, who could say they were wrong?

Throwing it to the Wu Houpu is a credit to the Wu Hous and a show of goodwill to each other. In the future, the Wu Hous will be more concerned about Dunhuafang.

Lu Yisheng muttered: "The last time the Imperial Medical Office came to collect alcohol, was it settled as a matter of course?"

Not to mention Lu Yi's lack of energy, he had also been favored by Jiang Fuling, so it was inevitable that he would have tendencies.

Fan Zheng smiled bitterly: "Do you think things in the world are all black and white? The Jiang Fuling incident did bring down a number of people, but wasn't it the case that all those wearing leather shoes were run away and those wearing straw shoes were arrested?"

Seeing Lu Yisheng's angry look, Lu Jiasheng kicked him on the butt: "Guapi! If someone bites the county prince, you are not allowed to step forward and resist it first?"

Fan Zheng flew up and kicked Lu Jiasheng on the butt: "How can you talk? Don't you expect me to do something good?"

Lu Yisheng suddenly realized.

No wonder those aristocratic families have survived for thousands of years. It turns out there are so many people who hold the top of the vat!
What Fan Zheng did not elaborate on was that the Jiang Fuling incident involved not only the Imperial Medical Office, but various indications that many medicine shops and medical clinics might be involved.

Even Jiang Fuling herself just caught two unlucky guys to vent their anger and couldn't go into detail.Colleagues are enemies in the first place, and the news of alcohol use in the Imperial Medical Office is enough to make people covet them. Can you really catch all your colleagues in Chang'an City?

What made Jiang Fuling even more irritated was that there were actually people from Jiang's Medicine Company who were running the business.

Jiang Fuling, who had no worries about food and clothing, was furious and announced in public that she had washed her hands in the golden basin and had been raising her husband and raising her children ever since.

The law does not punish everyone, and this is reflected in this.

Even though Emperor Yonghui sought accountability, in the end he only forcibly closed the drug store that was most involved and arrested a few people to experience life in Dali Prison.

Alcohol is an urgent need for everyone, and they are willing to take risks for this purpose, but production is a huge bottleneck.

Not to mention the equipment and production capacity issues of Dunhua Distillery, the grain used to produce alcohol also restricts the company from becoming bigger and stronger.

Under the premise that food is generally in short supply in Guanzhong, allowing Dunhua Distillery to continue making alcohol is the greatest goodwill of the imperial court. Where can the food for expansion come from?

Lu Yisheng kicked the wall with hatred, not knowing how to express his anger.

Young man, I still have that pitiful bit of justice left, but I don’t know that in this world, the most worthless thing is justice.

Fan Zheng smiled, patted Lu Yisheng on the shoulder, and turned back to the Hou Mansion.

Perhaps, in this world, there always need to be some young people who are foolish and persistent for justice, otherwise the light in the world will be too gloomy, right?
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"Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't listen!"

Fan Mingqian pouted and ran over to complain, looking aggrieved.

Fan Laoshi's health has deteriorated a lot since he recovered last time, and he had to stop dancing with guns and sticks.

However, Fan Laoshi couldn't stay idle, so he opened a vegetable plot in the flower bed of the house and planted vegetables.

Fan Zheng himself was not very interested in flowers and plants. Apart from leaving one area for Du Shengxia to plant whatever he wanted, Fan Laoshi had to do the rest.

As for the fact that you can't grow vegetables in cold weather, that's not absolute. If you put up a straw shed, cover it with thick white felt or cloth, and put a hot charcoal basin inside it in the morning and evening, you can still grow some vegetables.

Of course, this extravagant method cannot be promoted. Even Lu Jiasheng doesn't dare to do this, so he can only come to the Hou Mansion every now and then to steal food.

Then, Fan Laoshi suffered a mild stroke two days ago. He asked Jiangbaizhi for diagnosis and treatment, and prescribed decoction. At the same time, Fan Laoshi was asked to rest, move less and rest in bed more. He could be back to normal within ten days at most.

As we get older, if a stroke can be treated in time, the body can still recover slowly.

But Fan Laoshi didn't know which tendon was wrong. After he recovered a little, he shouted to stop the medicinal soup and started digging his vegetable patch with a small pickaxe.

Fan Laoshi glared at his family's dissuasion and roared like thunder. Even Fan Mingqian was scolded.

Fortunately, Fan Mingqian is stronger now. Although he felt aggrieved, he did not shed tears.

Fan Baili put his hands behind his hands and sighed in an old-fashioned way: "Do it!"

Even Yuan Luan's twisting ears and Lao Tzu's Shu Dao Mountain have no effect. One can imagine how stubborn he is.

Fan Zheng led the two children and walked slowly to the vegetable field: "Dalang and Erlang, remember, there is no filial son beside the bedside of a long-term illness. Even if there is no shortage of Fanghe in the house, which Fanghe can endure nausea for a long time and take care of a child?" A stroke patient who can’t move?”

"It's okay to just be sick, but if it's combined with illness, sooner or later, you'll end up with poop and urine in your nose without anyone taking care of you."

Fan Laoshi stood up with a gloomy face, holding the pickaxe, and looked at Fan Zheng with eyes full of anger.

"It seems that Aye is eager to give me a hoe." Fan Zheng's eyes flashed with anger. "Otherwise, I gave you this life, so I'd better take it away quickly to avoid being tortured by you in the future."

Fan Laoshi groaned, threw the pickaxe on the ground, turned away from the vegetable patch, and went back to bed to lie down.

(End of this chapter)