Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1119 Welcome to the Holy Spirit

  Zhao Shiqian looked pained.

   This made Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder, but he was speechless.

   Outside, there was a sudden howl.

  Emperor Hongzhi remained expressionless.

   Zhao Shiqian was angry.

   "Xiao Fang, are you hitting Lao Xiao again?"

  He rushed out of the counting room at once.

  Seeing that sure enough, Xiao Jing limped out of the work shed, yelling: "I've beaten someone, I've beaten him to death... Huang...Mr. Zhu, come and see, I'm going to kill someone."

  Fang Jifan chased after him aggressively. Wang Shouren ran faster than him, but he didn't make a move. He only ensured that his mentor would not be hit back.

  Fang Jifan was furious: "You are right to scold me. I really think I am a vegetarian. I can't beat this dog to death. If I don't tear up your dog's mouth today, I will write my name in reverse."

  Catch up and grab Xiao Jing's back.

  Xiao Jing...crying.

   At this time, the eye sockets were already black and blue, and he had never been so embarrassed before.

  He knelt down and wailed, "We were wrong, we were wrong."

  Crossing the River Dragon sometimes bows his head and confesses his weakness, not to mention...Xiao Jing is just an eunuch.

  He hugged Fang Jifan's thigh: "Wrong, don't hit him."

  Emperor Hongzhi came out with a severe headache, and said with a straight face, "What are you messing around with?"

   When Xiao Jing saw Emperor Hongzhi, as if he had received an amnesty, he walked forward excitedly: "Mr. Zhu...Mr. Zhu...he beat us."

  Fang Jifan said: "Mr. Zhu, he scolded me."

  Emperor Hongzhi's mouth twitched slightly.

  Looking at Xiao Jing who had a new scar on his face.

  I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

   Then he said: "Old Xiao, what did you scold Xiao Fang?"

  Xiao Jing burst into tears, just about to speak.

  Fang Jifan said: "He called me stupid, Your Majesty...Mr. Zhu, I am not in good health, and he still scolded me. Originally, I should take good care of my illness and not be agitated or angry..."

  Emperor Hongzhi looked up at the dim ceiling beams: "..."

  Fang Jifan said aggrievedly: "I am sick and insulted by him, Mr. Zhu, you decide."

Xiao Jing shouted: "We... we just said that he is lazy, we do the work of two people during the day, if he is not stupid, we don't bother to care about him, he punches us in the face The door is coming..."

  Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand: "It's not a good thing, don't mess around, Lao Xiao, you go to bed early, and you have to go to work early tomorrow morning. Now the order is urgent, and Xiao Fang is sick... go to bed."

  Xiao Jing: "..."

  He didn't say anything, covered Wuqing's eye sockets, and let out an oh, thinking in his heart, fortunately, it was a private visit, if other people saw it, how would he be a dignified Dongchangchanggong?

  Xiao Jing went away in despair.

  Emperor Hongzhi then looked at Fang Jifan with a stern face: "Don't mess around, if you are sick, go to raise it."

   "Oh." Fang Jifan nodded his head.

   Zhao Shiqian looked at all this, and started to mutter again in his heart.

  Actually...the government has posted a notice describing the characteristics of the emperor.

   These characteristics, especially at that point in time, several people from Mr. Zhu appeared in his workshop, he was skeptical in his heart.

  Could it be...they are the emperor and the Duke of Qi?

   But soon, he dismissed the idea.

  Who is the emperor, how can he be an accountant, and his accounts are still so good.

Who is Qi Guogong? He is a great person. He is a teacher of all ages, his disciples and old officials are all over the world, and his family dog ​​is very knowledgeable. Such a person should be dignified and generous, behave like a rite, and talk and laugh. He must be unsmiling, old-fashioned and prudent, like a fairy, and like Zhuge Kongming, he is full of wisdom and righteousness.

  Look at Xiao Fang, a dog who eats and is lazy, beats people at every turn, pretends to be sick all day long, and is the most active when eating. Compared with Qi Guogong, such a person is really different.

  Zhao Shiqian sighed in his heart, both have the same surname Fang, so why is there such a big difference.

   Early the next morning.

  Life goes on.

Although the emperor is gone, Zhao Shiqian is still oppressed by the heavy life after all. He has ideals, a lame and unmarried daughter, and dozens of mouths to support in the workshop. As usual, he wakes up early, Originally, he started work at the third quarter of the Mao hour, but at the quarter of the Mao hour, he started beating the clapper in the workshop.

   "clang clang clang..."

   "Go to work, go to work, don't be lazy."

  Wang Shouren got up early: "Fang Fangfang has a headache and asked for leave."

   Black Sheep! Zhao Shiqian bared his teeth. If it wasn't for Mr. Zhu's face, he would have quit this guy a long time ago. Such a person is worthy of food, and he won't die if he eats it. Just wait and see, when it's time to eat, he will definitely be sick. it is good.

  Zhao Shiqian stretched his face: "Oh, I see."

  Wang Shouren blushed slightly, he had no habit of lying.

  But for the teacher...

  He was so busy that he lowered his head and tried his best to paint, trying to earn back what his teacher ate.

  The workshop seems to be revived, the sound of saws being pulled, the sound of unloading and loading, and the creaking sound of milling machines.

  In the cooking room, white smoke began to come out. I still ate steamed cakes and gruel this morning, which was enough.

  Chang Cheng has gotten used to the life in the workshop, he changed from frowning to happy.

  The house in the county, the kind of a building with dozens of households, can be bought for only fifty taels of silver.

   After a year or two, I can save a dozen taels to pay a down payment. When the time comes, I will take my mother and wife over to enjoy the blessings.

  He is here suddenly and finds the feeling of home.

  In the past, I was muddled, but now I am full of energy.

Now I am an apprentice, and in the future, if I have developed my skills, especially if I have learned how to operate a milling machine, then I will be considered a teacher, and my salary can be doubled. I heard that there are night classes nearby. If you can read and write, Especially those who can draw drawings, even if they can understand the style drawings of different furniture, the salary can be more.

  If you become a foreman...

   Isn't Zhao Dong's family walking like this step by step?

I can too.

  …

Not long after, Emperor Hongzhi also came out of the counting room. He is a person who loves cleanliness. He must wash first, then clean his face, and then wash his hands. It smells like soap, which is nice.

  Other vulgar people are not so particular. From here, we can see a clue of people's respect for Mr. Zhu.

But today, he only washed up, and then he went to the sawing room. Xiao Jing was sweating profusely, and was sawing wood with some men. La?"

  Xiao Jing remained silent.

   When Emperor Hongzhi came in, he subconsciously wanted to salute.

  Emperor Hongzhi glared at him, and Xiao Jing realized his identity at this time, and continued to saw wood.

  Emperor Hongzhi rolled up his wide sleeves, and also raised a saw: "How to saw, like this?"

   "No, no." Xiao Jing was frightened: "Mr. Zhu, absolutely not, this is rough work, you...you..."

  The other craftsmen shook their heads when they saw it.

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "Xiao Fang is sick, and the order is urgent. Let me do it. We can't let people think that we are all idlers."

  Xiao Jing: "..."

  Emperor Hongzhi imitated them, and worked hard to move a piece of wood, set it up, and then put a foot on the wood, holding the saw, and next to the log: "Is this so?"

  He began to try, trying to pull with the saw, and suddenly felt that his arm was numb, and the saw was pulling out sawdust.

  Xiao Jing glanced at Emperor Hongzhi speechlessly, but he saw his usual expression.

   I had no choice but to say: "This, this... When releasing, unloading, when pumping, you must hold on to the wood, the feet must be stabilized, the waist will collapse, and then..."

  Xiao Jing made a familiar twitch, and a trace was planed on the wood.

  Emperor Hongzhi nodded and began to follow suit. After a few strokes, his arms felt terribly numb.

   Especially the tiger's mouth... throbbing pain.

   Beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead, and the craftsman at the side blushed when he saw him, and couldn't help but said: "Mr. Zhu, we are here, you..."

   "No problem."

  Emperor Hongzhi made an understatement, and continued to pull, and the saw had penetrated nearly half of the log.

  Although his arms were sore and numb, it seemed that he no longer belonged to him.

But...Emperor Hongzhi began to find the trick slowly, and he said calmly: "I understand, you have to borrow cleverness, you can't just do it blindly...the effect of force is distance, this is the paper written by Zhu Shou... That's really true."

   A piece of wood was sawed off. Looking at the cut, it was not straight at all, but Emperor Hongzhi felt a sense of relief.

   Brace yourself...continue...

  …

  Rongcheng County Government.

  The fast horse has arrived, and the county magistrate Liang Min has already received the official letter from above. After reading it, he was shocked.

   There is nowhere to look for when you break through the iron shoes, but it doesn't take much effort to get it.

  Your Majesty, this is really a toss. There are so many things in the county, and I am already too busy to touch the ground. Any negligence in work, or a backlog of official duties will cause endless troubles in the future.

   But who ever talked about it, after His Majesty played such a game, he and the sixth house in the county had to put down what they were doing and search for His Majesty's traces everywhere.

this…

   He shook his head.

   Anyway, now... finally found it?

  In woodworking.

  Liang Min was a little dazed, and beckoned for the workshop official to come.

   pointed to the wooden shop.

The official of the workshop is a capable person, young and capable. He blurted out: "It's a woodworking shop run by a Tongzhou native. Inside."

  Liang Min put down the official letter: "Order people, gather together and prepare to welcome the holy driver."

   "The county lord still needs to prepare? At this time... you should go as soon as possible."

Liang Min shook his head: "We have to wait for Mr. Ouyang Mansion. We have received the favor of Mr. Ouyang Mansion so that we are here today. He is our reborn parents. Welcome to the saint is also a credit. We went easily, but we are suspected of stealing credit." , the official letter said that His Majesty is safe there, so there is nothing to worry about."

  (end of this chapter)