Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1236 Swallowing mountains and rivers with anger

  Xiao Jing: "..."

  If Dongchang and Jinyiwei both went to the desert. So... Will I go by myself?

  Staying in the palace, the so-called Dongchang palm print is useless.

  If you are also in the desert...it's worse than going to Xiaoling to guard the mausoleum.

He cried.

   Tears flowed down: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... Slaves... Slaves..."

  He hurriedly kowtowed.

  Emperor Hongzhi had a livid face.

   This guy just has a mouth, and he has no abilities. I want it, so what's the use?

   You must know that the great eunuchs around the emperor are not just serving people.

   Such an **** is a bridge for the emperor to communicate with the outside world. Anything that happens outside needs to be controlled by the eunuch, and he will report to the emperor at any time. This person is also responsible for communicating with the outside world.

  Thus, the eunuchs who have always been the supervisor of ceremonies and the **** of Bingbi have always served as the palm seal of Dongchang. At the same time, they are also responsible for serving the emperor and making suggestions for the emperor.

   But now it seems that the weakest link around Emperor Hongzhi is not in the temple, in the army, or overseas, but beside his couch, right in front of him.

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "I will bear with you forever, thinking about the love back then, but you are so weak, how can I leave this important matter to you with confidence."

  Xiao Jing: "..."

  He now understands that everything he says is wrong.

  What can I do, that is to shut up, not say anything, just kowtow obediently.

  Emperor Hongzhi's seven orifices produced smoke.

  Although I was pleasantly surprised just now, but now I am getting more and more angry. I am afraid that if Fang Jifan and others did not make a decisive decision, I would be finished. Maybe I have been dragged into the depths of the desert by the Tatars. By then, life would be worse than death.

Emperor Hongzhi snorted coldly: "Factory guards, we need to reorganize. I said that some people will be relocated to the desert. You... these days, stay in the desert and take charge of this matter. When I summon you, you will come back." Let's enter the palace."

  Xiao Jing: "..."

  He couldn't be sure when Emperor Hongzhi would think of himself.

   What if you don’t remember?

   Then didn't I spend the rest of my life living in this slow wind and sand?

   But Xiao Jing didn't dare to make any rebuttals, everything... had to be endured.

Emperor Hongzhi took a deep look at Wang Shouren: "Wang Qing's family, stay here too, stay in the desert for a few days, dispatch the various tribes in the desert, familiarize yourself with the environment in the desert, and send personnel to find out the situation in the Western Regions and the desert." The details of the Ross people will be of great use to me in the future."

  Wang Shouren looked very peaceful.

  It doesn't matter where he is. For others, this may be suffering, but for him, it doesn't matter: "I obey the order."

  Xiao Jing could only cry on the sidelines.

   This crying made Emperor Hongzhi even angrier.

  Xiao Jing was always by his side.

   It can be said that he was trained by himself.

  You can look at Wang Shouren and Fang Jifan's disciples.

  When people heard that they stayed in the desert, they didn’t panic, they didn’t complain about grievances, and they didn’t complain about suffering. They just said, “Look at you, Xiao Jing, you bastard, just because you stayed in the desert, you cry like this…

  It’s nothing more than a comparison, it’s really a difference between heaven and earth, cloud and mud.

  Emperor Hongzhi snorted coldly, but looked at Wang Shouren, his face softened a lot.

  He found that he began to like this person named Wang Shouren. This person's talents and virtues are not inferior to Ouyang Zhi's. In the future... he can really use it.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "Don't think that staying in the desert is a grievance. I keep you here because you are a piece of good steel. Good steel should be used for the blade. I want to follow the achievements of the Han and Tang Dynasties and sail to the West. It is the most important thing; the new policy is also the most important thing; and now, the policy of restraining the desert is also the most important thing. If I can complete these three national policies, it will be regarded as the cornerstone of my great Ming. !"

   These words are not so much said to Wang Shouren, but to Xiao Jing.

  Emperor Hongzhi was still nostalgic after all.

   Still can't bear to give up Xiao Jing completely, just take it as it is, and give him one last chance.

  Emperor Hongzhi finished speaking, and then said to Fang Jifan: "Your family, next, it's up to you."

  Fang Jifan said: "The minister must fulfill his mission."

  Fang Jifan felt relieved when he came out of Xingzai. There are too many variables in whether this happy group can succeed.

   If it succeeds, it will be a great achievement for thousands of years. If it fails... Daming will never be able to get involved in the Western Regions and the west of the Urals.

  Since then, the enemies that may come from there have become the nightmare of future generations.

  Fang Jifan is very clear about this point.

  Because things in the world always have ups and downs, a civilization cannot be strong forever.

  But... when you are strong, you don't extend your tentacles to the farthest place, and when you are weak, you will be wiped out.

   To put it bluntly, this is a matter of family background. The stronger the family background, the stronger the ability to resist disasters.

   Well, let's not look for reasons, in fact... Fang Jifan just wants to **** him!

  As soon as Fang Jifan came out, Zhu Houzhao chased after him, and said with a smile: "Old Fang, are you going to use these Tatars and Jurchens to cheat money?"

  Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao as if he was mentally retarded, and then said contemptuously: "Dirty, shameless!"

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help saying: "You said it yourself, you said telling stories, isn't storytelling just deceiving money, I think it's very good, we cheated money, and went to the west to do what Han and Tang dynasties did not have." merit."

  Fang Jifan: "..."

  He tried his best to explain to this mentally retarded thing: "Your Highness, telling stories is different from cheating money. The former is investment, while the latter is fraud."

   "What's the difference? Still don't get it."

  Fang Jifan: "..."

   "I won't talk to you anymore, I'm very busy now, I want to tell a story."

   "I already know you..." Zhu Houzhao said angrily, "Count me in, I can also tell stories, and my name is Xi Zheng Ji, the son of Supreme Heaven Khan."

  Fang Jifan didn't bother to talk to him.

   Now the most important thing is to come up with a prospectus.

  Clarify the direction of profitability, as well as the shares that need to be subscribed, and of course, the future outlook.

  Behind him, Xiao Jing came out in a daze, crying like an abandoned widow.

  He glanced at Fang Jifan resentfully.

  Fang Jifan bared his teeth: "Look at what I am doing, what, you want me to beat you?"

   "..."

  Look at it, look at it, this guy...is so straightforward, no one steps down.

  Xiao Jing blushed, remained silent for a long time, and forced a smile: "Duke Qi, don't joke, don't joke."

  …

   Sheng Jia drove back to the palace after a few days.

   It can be said that people come and go in a hurry.

  Xiao Jing and Wang Shouren stayed.

   After sending off the holy driver respectfully, Wang Shouren brought a few retinues and luggage, without saying a word, left Datong and headed for the depths of the desert.

  I think back then, when he was still a young man, when he became a juren, he once traveled alone to the border town.

  At that time, although Wang Shouren loved to think, there was still a flame burning in his chest.

  The shame of Tumubao left a mark of shame in the hearts of the young people back then.

   Therefore, when he told his father Wang Hua about his aspirations, he thought that the imperial examinations were not important.

  Of course, this aroused Wang Hua's fury, and he almost killed this retarded thing.

   And now.

  He has been in the court class, with a mentor above him and thousands of disciples below him, and the world is full of peaches and plums.

  He finally made another tour and tour of the Nine Borders, but... he is still the same person, but his ambition has changed.

   What I thought about before was just revenge.

   Now, he is even more ambitious and has a new ambition to swallow mountains and rivers.

  Holding Emperor Hongzhi’s great prestige in the desert, he needs to visit each tribe, talk to every herdsman, leader of each tribe, even the elderly and children, to understand their thoughts.

  He wore a Confucian shirt, wore a lun scarf, and rode a rough horse. Slowly, he left his footprints in the thousands of miles of yellow sand.

  Behind him was the setting sun, and the afterglow of the setting sun left a slanted figure on the bare field.

  …

  Now... the entire capital... the prospectus of Xingfu Group is everywhere.

  Everyone, holding this proposal, is desperately studying it.

  Is it possible to make a profit?

   Is there a future?

  This plan is obviously more daring than the railway's IPO.

  If you talk about building a railway, you can still see the expectation at a glance.

   And this plan is nothing more than a big gamble, it's too scary.

  Wang Bushi thought about it all night, and even he himself felt that the risk of this prospectus was too great.

   In other words, this thing is more terrifying than the football lottery on the market.

   If you make the right bet, you will make a lot of money, but if you make a wrong bet, you will lose all your money.

   Not only that... Although the prospects in the prospectus are attractive, it is too difficult to achieve.

  After studying for a night, he decided to put the prospectus on the shelf.

  Since the expected profits can be obtained in other directions, why should we participate in this big gamble?

  He has no confidence in this...

  Early in the morning, Deng Jian was outside and shouted: "Master, Master..."

  As soon as he heard Deng Jian yelling, Wang Bushi became very irritable, especially when he opened his eyes and saw that the bedroom was pasted with platinum decorative walls, and the room was full of all kinds of curios!

  The most important thing is that I don't like ten or eight pretty girls serving me.

  Especially when his wife is still staring at him all day long.

   This kind of life is not what I want.

But…

   Deng Jian roared.

The dozen or so beautiful maids entered in a file, or they were holding spittoons, or warm towels, and clothes, and knelt by the side of the bed, saying in unison: "Your servant will help you get dressed. .”

   "Hey..." Wang Bushi sighed.

  What is the point of living like this?

  This is not what I, Wang Bushi, want.

   This kind of life is really like a year, which makes people extremely painful.

  …

  The code word is so painful, ask for a monthly pass.

  (end of this chapter)