The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

The news has spread.

This news is worrying.

After all, this involves the lives of too many people.

Although many people still dare to speak out, but this grudge has begun to brew.

The heavy rain that happened once in three hundred years is bound to come between these two months.

Li Chaowen knelt at the feet of Fang Jifan, he also served the uncle, the land that was originally worthless, and in the hands of the uncle, the direct price skyrocketed thousands of times.

"Uncle Master, you old man, ordered the trail to come, I don't know what to say?"

Even Li Zhaowen seemed flattered, but this was not unsightly, but the two sides were the uncles and nephews of the teacher, and they didn't hurt.

Fang Jifan sat down and took a sip of tea: "There is one thing for you to do. In mid-May, the rain is about to take place. You are a real person in Longquanguan. Do you want to send some warnings to this Beijing teacher?

"Ah ..." Li Chaowen froze.

It's only March, two months, there will be heavy rain.

It stands to reason that it was already summer at that time, and it was normal to have heavy rain. What good warning is there. Besides, how can Uncle Shi be sure?

Seeing Li Chaowen face hesitant, Fang Jifan smiled and said: "The heavy rain that has not been seen in these three hundred years."

Li Chaowen understood that the heavy rain was a bit heavy, and there was a need for early warning.

With such a thought, he no longer hesitated: "Master Nephew understands, Master Uncle's magic power, Master Nephew admire."

Regardless of him, if the uncle asked me to do what I did, even if there was no rainstorm, if there was an uncle, his status as a real person was solid.

Li Zhaowen knocked: "The teacher and nephew warned the priests of the Qing Dynasty."

"Go."

Fang Jifan waved his hand.

"Is it ..." Li Chaowen nodded with a smile, he was just about to go: "A few days ago, I heard that someone went to Baiyun Temple ..." He coughed: "Kanyu Xincheng's fierce fortune."

Fang Jifan frowned slightly, Bai Yunguan?

This Baiyun concept belongs to the Quanzhen religion.

The Quanzhen religion is mainly based on internal and external cultivation. Its teachings are a bit casual. To sum up, that is, love the letter and not believe it, do n’t disturb the Taoist.

They are different from Zheng together, and they are not very enthusiastic about the fu rites, elixirs, and fasting rituals.

Generally speaking, the difference between Zhengyi Dao and Quanzhen Dao is that one pays attention to entering the world and the other pays attention to being born.

Therefore, most of this ordinary legal affairs are being swept together.

Now someone is running to find a true Taoist explore the new city, what does this mean?

Fang Jifan looked at Li Chaowen: "How do Baiyun Guan say?"

"This ..." Li Zhaowen embarrassedly said: "Bai Yunguan ignored them."

It seems that the whole truth is still very loyal. Fang Jifan is happy, he likes such a Taoist.

"But ..." Li Zhaowen smiled bitterly: "It's Jingli, a so-called monk outside the Fan State territory. He claims to be good at watching the Feng Shui and the lucky technique, saying that this new city is a place of great evil."

Fang Jifan suddenly became furious: "This feng shui observation is a treasure of my Han culture. How can a bald donkey from Fan State be said here and there, is there no blame for the Ritual Department and Hongyun Temple?"

"There is no way to say it." Li Chaowen said: "This person is the embassy sent by the Great Master of the Uzbekistan, and he claims to be ..."

Fang Jifan put his hands on his back: "Okay, I know, I will deal with it. You will let out the news of the rainstorm first."

"Yes."

What Fang Jifan hated most was the fact that Fanbang came to indiscriminately and blasphemy my long-established Han culture.

What does it mean to say that I am a big murderer here, this is someone behind the scenes who wants to lower house prices, right?

The skin is really eight feet thick and stinky.

Fang Jifan backed his hands, vomiting blood and returned to Xishan's mansion.

More than twenty children are sitting in a row and eating. They are carrying a wooden bowl and a wooden spoon and enjoying themselves.

Zhu Xiurong seems to be a little tired. It is very tiring to bring a bear child. It is the mother of more than 20 children.

But it seems ... has become his most important thing.

Fang Jifan stood at the door and glanced at the probe.

Fang Zhengqing and Zhu Zaimo were holding his small wooden bowl, scooping the porridge with a wooden spoon, and delivered it to Zhu Zaimo's mouth. Zhu Zaimo bit the porridge and happily ate it.

When Fang Zhengqing saw Fang Jifan, he immediately yelled, "Daddy!"

The children boiled and shouted, "Daddy ..."

Fang Jifan has shrunk back, it's terrible, this group of bear children, called dad, you have to pay.

Besides, your father, maybe I am still a disciple and an apprentice. Our Fang Jifan is your ancestor.

But the young boy shouted in one person, and the others shouted in a mess.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Xiurong ordered the grandmothers to bring the children out.

The two arrived in the main hall one after the other, and Zhu Xiurong personally served tea to Fang Jifan, and said shyly: "Look, how kind they are, these children are very good."

Fang Jifan took a sip of tea: "How can I look at Zheng Qing to be thinner." Then he said, "These children, teach them well."

Zhu Xiurong gathered the messy hair on his forehead and smiled with smoke: "It's very well-behaved, they are all good kids."

Fang Jifan thought, all are bear children.

What Zhu Xiurong remembered: "How do I see what you have in mind?"

Fang Jifan shook his head: "How can there be any worries, but someone is out there, slandering my reputation."

Zhu Xiurong then said: "Then I have to go and talk to the mother, and the mother and the emperor should understand."

Fang Jifan felt warm in his heart, and he was really a good woman. Except for the messy sweater weaving, it was almost flawless.

Fang Jifan smiled and said: "This is not necessary."

...

The progress of the project has begun to accelerate.

After building the main frame, the houses began to tiling, and then the interior was repaired and prepared for decoration.

After several days, Wang Bushi brought many people back, and they asked to check out.

Many of them came from the Ming Dynasty's destiny officers. They were extremely worried about the quality of the project.

I thought that talking about check-out would frighten Fang Jifan, who knew Fang Jifan only carried his hands on his back and said: "Okay, welcome, but you have borrowed money after all, this money, of course, can be repaid, but you can borrow money from Qianzhuang. Interest, however, can't be less than one article. If you repay in advance, the loan of 10,000 silver will be repaid by 112,000. "

Everyone didn't expect Fang Jifan to be so happy.

But when I thought that Ping Bai was going to lose more than a thousand or two silvers, someone opened it and retreated.

Wang Bushi faced with hesitation, he really has no money now.

Even if Fang Jifan now returns the house payment to him to let him repay the loan, this is too bad.

After several months of operation, he found that if he had tossed again and again, his house would be gone, not to mention, for fear that the property would be empty.

He stopped.

But Liu Shixue was angry: "Oh, do you think these means can deter us? I retreat, and the monk of Uszang said that this is the place of fierceness, and I haven't said it.

He took the lead and a dozen people responded.

Fang Jifan was very happy and let them go through the formalities directly.

Others are embarrassed.

Especially Wang Bushi, full of grief and indignation.

After Fang Jifan explained, he was already wearing a rattan hat and hurried to the project.

May is coming, and you are racing against time.

It's just this gossip, more and more.

Nafan State and Shang Ciren Nima were quite sought after in Beijing.

Wuszang served the Yuan Dynasty, and the Yuan Dynasty even regarded their Buddhism as the state religion, which also made it more widely spread. When Emperor Taizu Gao expelled Qianyuan, he carried out a certain degree of Fanbang Buddhism. People's suppression seems to be quite interested in these mysterious teachings.

This man was enshrined in the Great King of Uzbekistan, and Tsering Nyima was said to be a good monk. After spending a few months in Beijing, the remark that the new city is a place of great evil immediately aroused widespread concern.

In this world, there have always been uproars.

But think carefully, this person is indeed very wise.

He came to Beijing as a tribute on the one hand, but on the other hand, he did not have the thoughts of the vast number of Uzang Dharma. But how can we get everyone's attention? Nowadays, the Manchu capital is paying attention to the new city. When he said this, he immediately became a master of the capital.

What's more, others are afraid of Fang Jifan, he is the Uzbek envoy, who has this identity, but need not be afraid.

For those who are dissatisfied with the new city, such as Liu Kuan, Tsering Nyima's words are in line with their wishes, and naturally they are happy to see their success.

Those who bought the house paid attention to these words, but they were more worried.

By mid-May, the court meeting began.

Fang Jifan looked at this weather ~ www.readwn.com ~ but there was no sign of heavy rain yet. For a time, it was a bit dazed.

Has the climate changed since my arrival?

Isn't it right? Is our Jifan a man or a dragon, and can he change nature?

Early in the morning, he went to the palace. A few days ago, he was rushing to the construction of the project. Such a large project was completely impossible to stay out of the matter.

Now that Renima was more and more popular, it would be impossible to let him play like this.

Fang Jifan wore a kimono, and he was asked to ask Li Zhaowen to rush outside the palace, waiting for his own Emperor Ming to summon his nephew.

Immediately, Fang Jifan left to Wumen.

To the Meridian Gate, and then into the Temple of Heaven, the hundred officials were in place, and the Emperor Hongzhi was promoted.

Liu Jiangang is about to start preparing to preside over this court meeting.

Suddenly, someone said: "Your Majesty, you have something to play."

Liu Jian is also convinced, troubled autumn, troubled autumn.

Since the new city was built, these ministries have not stopped.

But if you think about it for a long time, it is indeed that this is related to the lives of too many people. Who doesn't care?

Looking at the person who spoke to Liu Jian, it was not who Fang Jifan was.

But seeing Fang Jifan's vigorous momentum, he said: "Your Majesty, there are some state envoys, who should have paid tribute to the Ming Dynasty, but after he arrived in Beijing, he repeatedly plagiarized the essence of my Ming culture. Not disturbing, please His Majesty today, to do justice for the children. "

With that said, Fang Jifan roared towards the envoy's team: "Tsering Nyima, come out to me!"

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The first chapter is sent to class this morning, who originally wanted to use mobile phone code word, who knows that I met a professor of a music school today, um, good at pipa, actually listened to the gods, especially listened to him " The performance of "Ambush in the Ten Sides", well, the tiger doesn't pretend to force, meaning ... the tiger is late to update, sorry.