Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 221 Really Fragrant

  The hall was silent.

  Everyone's expression is... a dazed expression.

  Everyone is good at bragging, the eldest brother doesn’t laugh at the second brother, not to mention that although Fang Jifan is stinky and shameless, if he really wants to be serious, who hasn’t boasted about his political achievements?

   At this time, Emperor Hongzhi frowned.

  When he heard thirty stone, he was overjoyed, but when he heard the word auspicious, his heart turned cold.

  What is auspiciousness? Auspiciousness is a rare thing.

   But even for Xiangrui, thirty shi per mu is scary enough.

  Emperor Hongzhi glanced at the officials, but remained silent.

   But everyone looked at Emperor Hongzhi behind the throne with a strange look. The look was very complicated, and it probably said, Your Majesty, you can figure it out yourself.

   It was so quiet for a moment.

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "Who came up with the idea? Who said that the yield per mu is thirty shi?"

   "..."

   "The Tuntian Institute is too nonsense, I don't care about this auspiciousness?"

   "..."

  Actually, at this time, the British Duke Zhang Mao was already trembling.

   To die.

  His son is still the deputy hundred householder of the Tuntian Institute. Fang Jifan reported an auspicious omen, which is tantamount to cheating his own son.

  So unsteady and unreliable, if you want to use auspiciousness to pretend to be credited, you Fang Jifan is already an earl, so it doesn't matter, you can live happily with a thick skin.

   But what about my son? Putting such a label on your body and spreading it out is a shame.

  In fact, Zhang Mao has already begun to operate in secret. Although he is disappointed with Zhang Xin, he is connected by blood. After all, he is his own son.

  He hoped that Habayashi Wei would transfer his son to Nanjing, and try his best not to mess with Fang Jifan again, and go to Nanjing, even if it is to serve as an official of a thousand households in an ordinary guard.

   Only now...it's over...

  He was struck by lightning.

   Even if it is to report auspiciousness, there is no need to report such a false report, such a low-level false report, the military officers of the entire Tuntian Hundred Households, no one can think of breaking away from the relationship.

   "Your Majesty!"

Zhang Mao stood up, and he was determined to express his position quickly: "Nine out of ten out of ten, this kind of auspiciousness is a false report. I think that this Yubayashi guard should not be involved in the matter of garrisoning the fields. The Habayashi guards are forbidden guards. Why do you need to garrison the fields? Your Majesty should Order Fang Jifan to abolish hundreds of farm households..."

  Anyway, sooner or later, he will be impeached, and it will stink, so he might as well let himself come forward, start this by himself, at least to prevent the censors from going online.

  Emperor Hongzhi took a deep look at Zhang Mao. He seemed a little surprised, and suddenly remembered that Zhang Mao's son was also in the Hundred Households.

   Another cheater.

  Emperor Hongzhi shook his head. He had some impressions of Zhang Xin, and suddenly felt that he, Zhang Mao, and Fang Jinglong all sympathized with each other.

  At this juncture, Fang Jifan's sudden tossing about such a thing is a bit too much!

  Emperor Hongzhi pondered for a moment, then said: "Then order Qing's family to go to Xishan to verify first, and I will allow you to do it cheaply!"

  As soon as this remark is made, such auspiciousness will pass away.

Let Zhang Mao deal with it. After all, Zhang Mao also has friendship with the Fang family, not to mention that the British public is jealous of evil. Then Fang Jifan and your British public son will naturally have to beat him up. It is conceivable that after Zhang Mao has beaten you, There will always be an open side.

When Zhang Mao heard this, he felt relieved. This is because His Majesty has the mentality of protecting the calf. Let others do it, and the consequences are unpredictable, but let him do it, go there by himself, and beat Fang Jifan and his useless son first. , beat him half to death, and other things will end easily.

   "The minister obeys the order."

Zhang Mao resigned in a hurry, his teeth itching with hatred all the way, wondering whether to break Fang Jifan's left leg or his right leg, Zhang Xin's temperament, he is very clear, he has always only been fooled by others. The instigator is not you, Fang Jifan, who is it?

  Out of the palace, Zhang Mao stopped taking the sedan chair, but asked someone to fetch a horse and galloped all the way. In a blink of an eye, he had arrived at the Baihusuo in Xishan.

Zhang Mao is wearing a court dress, the Duke of the state is a first-class one, and it is a fresh imperial-given python robe. The school captains here are all knowledgeable. As soon as they saw Zhang Mao, they knew that the person who came was a big shot, and the chief banner officer was scared away. He yelled at the hundred households: "Come out, come out, line up, line up, His Majesty has sent people to inspect, brothers, His Majesty sees that our farms are doing well, and it is likely that there is a reward coming, come on, come on... "

  The Chief Banner Officer smiled and was very pleased. There was news from Nanlu that the old ginseng had been successfully planted.

   I also heard that someone has gone to Beijing to announce the good news. Now that such a big man has come in a blink of an eye, it is natural... a good day is coming.

That Zhang Mao was already galloping towards him like a whirlwind, and he was stationed in front of his horse. There were more than 30 officers and soldiers in the Hundred Households Office, and the others had left the office for business. They were ragged and looked like a group of old peasants, but under the urging of the chief banner officer, they all remembered the glorious years when they used to wear fresh clothes and angry horses, and they used to stand on duty in the palace majesticly, so Almost, all of them straightened their chests.

  Before the Chief Banner Officer stepped forward to speak, Zhang Mao swung down his whip first.

  The Chief Banner Officer was covered in cold sweat from fright, barely dodged it, and then said with a frightened expression: "What... why did you hit someone..."

   "Where are Fang Jifan and Zhang Xin, those two little bastards?" Zhang Mao, with a certain majesty, sat high on the horse and gave a murderous sip.

  The Chief Banner Officer was so frightened that he pissed, his knees softened, and he knelt down: "At...in Nanlu..."

  Zhang Mao only sneered, and had already reined in his horse.

  ...

  Someone here at the southern foot has brought chariots and horses, intending to transport the thirty stone sweet potatoes back.

  The other sweet potatoes are not in a hurry yet, haven’t there been frost yet? No matter how long it is, it's not a loss.

  Fang Jifan was elated. Zhang Xin remembered his duties after grief. He began to record the size and weight of the sweet potatoes growing under each vine, as well as the skin characteristics of the sweet potatoes.

  In his opinion, all these records are of reference value. Different sweet potatoes must have something to do with their growing environment.

  He is holding a bamboo piece, lying on the ground, poking up PIGU, which is very indecent.

  Fang Jifan's eyes were straightened, and he finally realized why this guy's wife ran away with someone.

  Of course, this matter was also rumored. At first it was said that the wife had returned to her natal family, but later it was passed on, and it became that the wife did not want to live with him and left on her own initiative. Later, it was even more out of the question, saying that she ran off with another man, and finally started to have a nose and eyes, saying that she ran away with the bearer in the house.

  Fang Jifan felt that the person who spread these words was really inauthentic, but even though he felt so, every time he read Zhang Xin in the future, he always felt weird.

   "Baihu, someone is here... ah, he stepped on our sweet potato fields."

   All of a sudden, the lieutenants and wrestlers were blown away. This is all hard work. Who is so bold!

   But Fang Jifan looked at people from a distance, and his neck felt a little chilly. After a while, Zhang Maofei jumped on the horse, and jumped directly in front of Fang Jifan with just a chic movement.

   Eyes like copper bells looked at Fang Jifan murderously.

   "Where's Zhang Xin?"

   Facing Zhang Mao's furious face, Fang Jifan pointed without hesitation at Zhang Xin, who was lying on the ground, holding a bamboo piece and a pen.

   Zhang Xin also heard the movement, kept lying down, and turned around.

  Father and son goodbye, Zhang Xin can almost confirm his eyes, the next step for his father should be to find a guy.

   "Bold, Fang Jifan, what kind of auspicious are you reporting?"

  Zhang Mao once again cast his eyes on Fang Jifan's face, his eyes were obviously burning with fire.

   This momentum is a bit scary, but...

   "Auspiciousness..." Fang Jifan was stunned: "No... I didn't report auspiciousness, my nephew reported happiness."

   "The Annunciation...What is the Annunciation?"

  Fang Jifan hurriedly said: "Thirty stones per mu..."

Zhang Mao's body was trembling, and his heart probably felt that ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping past, to repay auspiciousness. It can also be said that this is a rare event, but the good news, that is to say, Fang Jifan can make thirty stones of grain grow in all the fields. .

   "You...you..." Zhang Mao's face was flushed, he was still thinking about which leg to break when he came, but now, he changed his mind, it's better to interrupt together, at least...it doesn't bother.

   "Shibo, look, Liang... isn't it right here..."

  Fang Jifan pointed at the cart very quickly, and Zhang Mao then subconsciously looked in the direction Fang Jifan pointed.

  The sweet potatoes piled up in Rushan were finally exposed in front of his eyes.

this is…

Seeing the astonishment on Zhang Mao's face, Fang Jifan finally smiled, and said, "After the unremitting efforts of my nephew, of course, Lingzi also has a great contribution, which is the result of the joint efforts of our hundred households. You see , this is actually not old ginseng, I call him sweet potato, these are collected from this mu of land, my nephew and deputy Zhang Baihu have already weighed them, thirty shi, there is absolutely no shortage of catty or tael, little My nephew can use his personality as a guarantee."

   All of a sudden, Zhang Mao didn't have time to be angry, and he didn't have time to hate that iron could not be made into steel. His eyes were only looking straight at the mountain of fruits.

  If it is said that they have thirty stones, in fact...it is also reasonable.

  It's just... Is it really just harvested from this acre of land?

  He turned his head and looked at the messy land. It was indeed one acre square, and the rest of the land obviously had no traces of man-made destruction.

  He couldn't help laughing, and stepped forward: "This thing...is it edible?"

   "How about... Shibo can have a taste..."

  Fang Jifan was also polite, picked up a sweet potato directly, then took out the knife in his waist, peeled off most of the skin, and stuffed it to Zhang Mao.

   Zhang Mao was a little hesitant, suspecting that Fang Jifan wanted to harm him, this thing is not poisonous?

  However, it seems that I dare not eat it, and I will be laughed at by others. There are so many pairs of eyes watching it!

  He was cruel, and finally... clicked, and took a mouthful of it.

  It smells so good!

  ………

  Finally finished writing. I was exhausted and went to bed. Now for Tiger, sleeping has become the most extravagant thing in the world. Good night everyone, go to bed early today, let’s continue tomorrow.

  (end of this chapter)