Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 855 A man of conscience

  So, Fang Jifan found an auspicious day for the zodiac.

  Firecrackers are crackling in this house.

  Fang Jifan bathed and changed his clothes, and held a big ceremony to accept his disciples.

  Twenty-two children knelt under the hall, while Fang Jifan sat high on the chair and drank tea.

  The more apprentices there are, the more Fang Jifan feels that he should be reserved and look calm.

   All the disciples saluted.

   Then, the gift of repair was presented.

  These gifts of confinement were all sent by Zhu Houzhao and various trustees.

  Fang Jifan has always felt that society needs progress, even if it is discounted, giving some copper coins, or gold and silver, is better than giving some bacon.

   But this is impossible.

  He looked at the simple and innocent children next to him, and couldn't help feeling, thinking back then, I was as pure as them. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, I am no longer a child.

Fang Jifan coughed: "After entering our school, from now on, you need to study hard, as if you are a teacher...ah, no, just like your senior brother, study hard, behave well, and what you say for the teacher is what you say." , Do you understand everything?"

   "Why?" Xu Pengju was stunned.

   "..." Fang Jifan gave birth to the idea of ​​killing chickens and monkeys.

   "Don't ask why!" Fang Jifan snapped.

  Xu Pengju looked confused: "Why are you not allowed to ask?"

  Zhu Zaimo said sharply: "Xu Pengju, shut up."

  Xu Pengju seemed to be afraid of Zhu Zaimo, so he hurriedly kept silent, but he was still thinking...why.

  Under the guidance of the nanny, the children performed the disciple ceremony, hugged their hands, and bowed to each other.

   This ceremony is considered completed.

  Fang Jifan stood up and looked at the boys: "From now on, I will be your benefactor, and you have many senior brothers, including Senior Brother Ouyang, Senior Brother Liu, Senior Brother Tang and Senior Brother Wang..."

Fang Jifan paused for a moment, and then said: "Wait, wait, wait. All in all, since you entered our sect, the first rule of this sect is to treat your master like your father, and you will be what you say for your master. It doesn’t matter if you have some conflicts, take your time, as a teacher, I will slowly educate you. Secondly, I, Fang Jifan, hope that you can be a good person like your senior brothers. Just like a teacher, you must know loyalty and etiquette , know the shame!"

   "Okay, there's nothing else to say." Fang Jifan shook his head.

  Playing with a group of brats is like hitting mosquitoes with a cannon, it’s really boring.

   Shaking his head, he left.

   Earning money is important.

  Out of the courtyard, Fang Jifan was about to leave, he led the horse, and was about to turn over and face him, when he saw a human being: "Nephew Fang Xian."

  Fang Jifan raised his head.

   Then I saw Zhang Mao walking quickly.

  Fang Jifan smiled at him and said, "Zhang Shibo, did you not go to sacrifice today?"

  Zhang Mao just hummed, noncommittal: "Come, come, I have something to talk to you."

  Fang Jifan nodded, and led the horse on foot obediently.

Zhang Mao sighed and said: "There is one thing, the old man is not complaining. After thinking about it, I still have to come to you. You know my second child. Although he is not as successful as Zhang Xin, he can be regarded as a child in the Xiaoqi camp. He is proficient in horse bow and horse, and he has done his duty. He is such a son, Zhang Zixian, you have seen it before."

  Fang Jifan was ashamed: "My apprentice."

   "That's right, Zhang Xin, the old man really wants to break his leg. Why is he so bold and dares to bring the child here, but what can the old man do? "

He sighed endlessly: "Actually, many people are not...sincerely unwilling to let their children come to study with you, but...they are still children... Forget it, let's not talk about it. What the old man means is that this Zixian has already done it for you It's time for the teacher's ceremony."

  Fang Jifan nodded: "That's right."

  Zhang Mao patted Fang Jifan on the shoulder: "But there is one thing, the old man didn't think it through, and he couldn't sleep well anyway. The old man said, don't think the old man is thick-skinned."

   "Where, where, among the uncles, Zhang Shibo has the thinnest skin."

  Zhang Mao laughed loudly and shook his head: "Of course, otherwise, why does His Majesty only believe in this old man? Not everyone is qualified to go to this sacrifice."

  Fang Jifan agrees very much.

  Because it is the truth.

   It is Wei Guogong who presides over the Xiaoling Mausoleum in Nanjing, and Wei Guogong's status goes without saying. And the person who presided over the tombs of the capital is Zhang Mao. Others may think that sacrifices are nothing but sacrifices, but in this era, sacrifices are actually the most important thing. Rong, that is to say, the most important thing for a country is to sacrifice ancestors and fight wars. Wars are related to the survival of the country, and sacrifices are related to discipline, etiquette, and the orthodoxy of the regime.

The ancestors of China practiced ancestor worship. Most of them did not believe in ghosts and gods. If there were ghosts and gods, then the ghosts and gods must be the heroic spirits of their ancestors. There is nothing in this world that is more important than their ancestors. It's important.

  Fang Jifan said in admiration: "Zhang Shibo, I have always admired you for being so trusted by His Majesty, and what a sage His Majesty is. You can see Shibo's virtue, which is enough to be admirable."

  Zhang Mao laughed loudly: "Boy, your mouth is really clever. Okay, I will tell the truth... I heard that you gave Ouyang Zhi and the others five acres of land in Xincheng."

   "Yes." Fang Jifan nodded.

  Zhang Maodao: "That's right, they are your disciples, right? Because they are disciples, you have given them five acres of land. Isn't that child Zhang Zixian also your disciple? This land..."

  Fang Jifan: "..."

  There are many routines in the city.

  Fang Jifan sighed: "To be honest, I'm poor..."

   "Forget it, forget it, I won't embarrass you, let's not talk about it..." Zhang Mao blushed.

   Turn around to leave.

  Fang Jifan felt his conscience was uneasy: "Wait a minute."

  Zhang Mao looked at Fang Jifan hesitantly.

  Fang Jifan said sternly: "Yes! But, you must not tell others that it is five acres of land."

   It’s rare to be generous, although Fang Jifan’s heart hurts a little because of the loss of one hundred thousandth of the land, but after all, Fang Jifan is a man of conscience.

Zhang Huan's eyebrows picked: "Okay, okay, okay, I really want to beat ... No, I feel bad for you at the beginning."

  Fang Jifan thought in his heart, Zhang Mao is the most respectable person, but today he came to ask for land from himself. Could it be that the British government...is so hard-pressed?

But if you think about it carefully, the Fang family back then was not much better. They sold everything and didn’t have much assets. The hereditary nobles, on the surface, are beautiful, but in fact, the income is only so much, but the ostentation can’t be small. People look down on it, so spending money is like running water.

  Fang Jifan said conveniently: "Shi Bo, do you want to earn money?"

  Zhang Mao narrowed his eyes: "I will not do anything that violates the king's law."

  Fang Jifan shook his head: "No, no, I have to ask for your help to earn money in an open and honest way."

  Zhang Mao was silent for a long time: "Tell me about it."

  Fang Jifan said: "Recently... Beijing has been flooded, and land prices have plummeted again, isn't it?"

   "Yes." Zhang Mao frowned, he wanted to cry but had no tears, the Zhang family had quite a few mansions in Beijing.

Fang Jifan smiled and said: "Help my nephew to collect it. My nephew can't come forward for this matter. You have to go, but it has to be done quietly. It must be kept secret. I set a maximum price. Anyway, besides offering sacrifices, the uncle I'm also idle, how much can I charge...how much..."

  Zhang Mao said in surprise: "The land of the capital is becoming more and more worthless now, nephew, you have to think clearly, come, come, let me tell you about this real estate market..."

  Zhang Mao has become an expert in the real estate market.

  In fact, with the emergence of new towns, there are now many experts in the real estate market in Beijing, and everyone can talk about the location, school district, urban construction, and roads.

  People are forced out.

   Nobody paid attention to this before.

  But now...but all merchants, ministers of civil and military affairs, and nobles gather together to study this.

Zhang Mao followed a group of people and joined in the fun. He pursed his lips: "The capital is now an old city. Countless officials and wealthy households usually come to the new city. How many people are willing to buy properties in the new city? Once the population is lost... By the way, there is also a school..."

   Halfway through speaking, his face became weird.

   Isn’t Fang Jifan in front of you the mother’s culprit?

  He looked at Fang Jifan strangely: "Don't talk about it, I'm going to fight with the axe, the old man might as well go back and beat that dog-like thing Zhang Xin."

He paused: "It's easy to do what you asked me to do. In the capital, there are still people who are familiar with my old Zhang's family? With my eyes closed, I also know where there is a stone and who lives in that alley, but , what do you want the capital’s land to do?”

  Fang Jifan thought hard: "Rescue the people of the world!"

   "..." Zhang Mao didn't understand, but he vaguely felt that Fang Jifan was sharpening his knife again. God knows whose head this machete was chopped off this time.

  Looking at Zhang Mao suspiciously.

  Fang Jifan laughed out loud, almost crying.

  Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

  Seeing Fang Jifan laughing, Zhang Mao also laughed.

   But Fang Jifan thought in his heart.

  Others thought that Fang Jifan was joking.

  Thought that our Jifan was skinning and cramping, and used all means.

  But... who knows... What Fang Jifan thinks about in his heart is just a meal for countless people.

  So Fang Jifan laughed like a joke, but the tears were real. This is not tears of laughter, but tears of laughter.

   "You can rest assured about this matter, the old man will help my nephew no matter what."

  Fang Jifan nodded: "I'm sorry."

  He immediately got on his horse and bid farewell to Zhang Mao.

  Zhang Mao couldn't help asking: "Where is my nephew going?"

  Fang Jifan dropped a sentence: "Sell the house!"

  Zhang Mao watched Fang Jifan mount his horse and leave in a hurry.

   Can't help shaking his head.

   This kid...

  Something unclear...

  His smile just now seemed to imply something.

Hey…

  Zhang Mao sighed.

  ………

Thanks to the new leader "Fisherman 囖", sometimes I am tired of writing. Looking at the names of the readers of the leader, the tiger is very pleased. In the eyes of the tiger, the bosses are like adding fragrance and red sleeves, and they can always make the tiger write , refreshed.

  (end of this chapter)