Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 918 Emperor's Art

  Chang Wei is always worried about the construction period.

It's freezing cold right now, and cement concrete can't be paved at all, so the roadbed is the only thing that runs through right now. Now, countless craftsmen and laborers have returned to their hometowns for the New Year. After they came down, they had to guard the construction site, and they needed to inspect the foundation building and widening roads again.

   This is the first road in the real sense of Ming Dynasty.

  Even if it’s just simple civil engineering, behind the seemingly simple, there are countless people’s painstaking efforts.

   After a few sips of wine, I feel warm all over.

   Anthracite is burning in a charcoal basin, emitting a sparkling fire.

  The night was getting darker, more than a dozen people were sitting on the kang. When they entered the school, they were still high-spirited and fair-faced teenagers, but now they are all dark-skinned and unkempt.

"It's really cold, but it's a pity that it's the Chinese New Year, and there's no ball games these days." Chang Wei smiled: "I'm so unlucky, I get paid for what I buy, but I heard that Mr. Zhu Dashou made predictions three times in a row. We hit both times, and even the one we missed was luck, and the opponent tied with a penalty kick."

   "Who is Zhu Dashou? Why is it so mysterious."

   Someone frowned: "Could it be...it's Shigong..."

  Speaking of which...everyone was shocked.

correct.

  Who else in the world has this talent.

  Who would dare to call himself Zhu Dashou except Shigong?

  In fact, there are indeed such rumors in the market, because Zhu Dashou's identity is too mysterious.

   "In my opinion, nine out of ten it is Shigong. Shigong is omnipotent."

   A group of guys mentioned their master, their eyes sparkled.

  Is there anyone in the world more powerful than Shigong?

not at all.

   Helping the world, full of talents, establishing new schools, building academies, casting magical soldiers, building new cities, writing books, etc., just take out a student and throw them outside, they are all capable ministers and talented scholars.

"If it's Shigong, it would be too scary." A person said: "However, even if the Shigong is Zhu Dashou, it's nothing. What I admire most is Shigong's unyielding cold, proud frost and snow, perseverance , like a green pine.”

  …

  Outside the shed.

  Someone was shocked.

  There was heavy snow whirring in my ears, but when I heard the word Qingsong, someone's heart... suddenly warmed up.

  Fang Jifan was dressed in a big fashion, and his whole body was tightly wrapped.

   Standing in front of him was also Emperor Hongzhi in fur.

  Emperor Hongzhi came because he learned that there were still students who were celebrating the New Year. He was building roads and foundations here. Emperor Hongzhi was very moved.

  Fang Jifan said in front of him, these people are really working hard for the Chinese New Year.

  Emperor Hongzhi seemed to be thinking deeply, but at this very moment, he got up and came here.

   This time, it’s not Weifu.

  Behind him are the eunuchs of the Supervisor of Rituals, the Imperial Guard Officer on duty, and the commander of the Jinwu Guard. As for the other eunuchs and imperial guards, it goes without saying.

   Everyone braved the wind and snow, standing outside the door, their faces stiffened from the cold, and everyone looked up at Emperor Hongzhi.

  Emperor Hongzhi coughed and felt the chill, his face was slightly green, and when he heard someone inside discussing that Zhu Dashou was Fang Jifan, he gave Fang Jifan a meaningful look.

  Fang Jifan looked speechless, and immediately made an expression that I didn't, it wasn't me, they were talking nonsense.

  Emperor Hongzhi smiled and pushed the chaimen away.

  The whistling wind poured in.

  Emperor Hongzhi looked around, and saw a dozen or so students sitting in a mess with their sleeves folded, or lying on the kang. In the work shed was a dilapidated table with wine and scattered drawings.

  When everyone saw the stranger coming in, they took a closer look, and found that under the man's sash was a bright red court dress, and the five-clawed golden dragon was dazzling.

  Everyone was stunned.

  Look at the person standing next to this person...isn't it the master Fang Jifan?

  More than a dozen students seemed to be petrified.

  Emperor Hongzhi stepped in, with his hands behind his back, and wrote lightly: "There is no need to be too polite."

   This is called preemptive strike.

As soon as he said that there is no need to be too polite, Chang Wei was so frightened that he was about to bow down in a hurry, but Emperor Hongzhi waved his sleeves and said with a smile: "It's really cold today. On the kang of the basin, he picked up a blueprint on the table, and after looking at it carefully, it was densely packed with drawings and numbers, which he couldn't understand.

  Chang Wei and others knelt down: "I have seen His Majesty, I have seen Master."

  Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Your Majesty has come to visit you, don't be too polite, Your Majesty has a very good temper, get up."

  Chang Wei and the others got up tremblingly.

  Emperor Hongzhi had put down the blueprint, he looked up, and outside the chai gate, countless eunuchs, officials and guards were still in the cold wind.

   It's a pity that this place is too small to accommodate more people.

Emperor Hongzhi said with emotion: "It's really not easy. It took so many people's hard work to build a road. I was in the palace and walked on the asphalt road. I didn't feel anything. I came here today to see it. It is the result of the painstaking efforts of countless people."

  The students are all shy and afraid to make a sound.

  Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said: "Daming is a mansion. Underneath the mansion is the cornerstone. On top of this beautiful mansion, no matter how glamorous someone is, they are still on the cornerstone. You... are all scholars?"

  Fang Jifan shouted at them: "Answer, answer carefully."

   They came in a hurry, Fang Jifan didn't even have time to let them prepare, but now he is very worried, these guys said the wrong thing.

  Chang Wei bowed down and kowtowed: "Report to Your Majesty, students and others are all scholars."

  Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said, "Why... learn the art of building bridges and paving roads?"

  Chang Wei and the others don't know what to say.

  It took a long time before someone said: "In this world, someone must come to repair it. Students... If you fail in your studies, what's the point of learning this method of building bridges and paving roads?"

"It's a good thing in this world that someone must come to build bridges and pave roads." Emperor Hongzhi was happy: "What the Qing family said is the most simple, but also the most touching. Your teacher and your teacher have been preaching their words all day long. New learning, empathy, simplicity, practice and conscience, in my opinion, you have done it, which is amazing."

  Emperor Hongzhi bowed his head, saw the wine on the table, and said with a smile, "Are you still drinking? Drinking can protect you from the cold, not bad, not bad."

   As he spoke, he picked up the wine bag and opened the cork...

   Fang Jifan was a little confused when he saw it.

  What do you mean...Your Majesty also wants to practice empathy, and take a sip to show that you have fun with the people?

  Damn it...

   "Your Majesty..."

  Fang Jifan just spoke.

  Emperor Hongzhi sure enough, aimed at the mouth of the bottle with a gulp, and poured a gulp of wine into his stomach...

   "..." Fang Jifan's eyes widened, he looked at Emperor Hongzhi.

  Emperor Hongzhi's face turned red immediately.

   "Your Majesty, this is..."

  Fang Jifan pursed his lips, wanting to say something.

   But immediately, he had nothing to say.

   This wine… is different from other wines.

  It is brewed by the winery in Xishan.

  How should I put it? In this era, rice wine or fruit wine is mostly used. Generally speaking, the alcohol content is relatively low. Drinking it is quite refreshing, and it is not bad if it has seven or eight degrees.

  So... the ancients often talked about drinking in a big bowl.

  Fang Jifan drinks beer, but dare to use a big bowl.

  But... Xishan's wine... is the 'Erguotou' brewed after Fang Jifan specially ordered people to improve the craftsmanship.

   The degree is above forty, even if you take a light sip, you will feel spicy in your mouth, and you will feel a fire when it enters your throat.

  Your Majesty...

  Emperor Hongzhi opened his eyes wide, and his eyes were already red.

   This is not a mass of fire, but a fire that almost burns the sky to burn itself.

  Throat suddenly hurts, and the stomach is like a hot pot...boiling...

  He had a dazed face... His face was blood red, and he wanted to hold his throat and yell a few words, but he was the emperor, but he couldn't use his willpower to resist desperately.

  Emperor Hongzhi sat silently for a long time...did not speak a word.

  Chang Wei and the others also looked shocked. They were truly astonished. Your Majesty is a good drinker. Erguotou turned out to be the way your Majesty drinks...

  Fang Jifan has decided to give up the treatment, His Majesty is sitting there, he needs to let him take a good rest, should he say something to cover His Majesty.

  Fang Jifan coughed: "Well, you are doing well. The master is very pleased to be able to stick to his post after celebrating the New Year here. His Majesty came to visit you today. This is your good fortune..." Fang Jifan said, turning his attention to Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi was still petrified, and Fang Jifan felt emotional, talking about bragging, we Fang Jifan would not be able to do it. I never imagined that we would be human for two generations. Our Fang Jifan was not even able to drink enough to carry His Majesty’s shoes, ah, no, no, I shouldn’t have dirty His Majesty’s shoes.

   Outside is the call sign of the north wind.

  After a long time, Emperor Hongzhi stood up, but staggered, he was a little dazed.

Fang Jifan hurriedly supported Emperor Hongzhi and said: "Your Majesty is tired, wait a minute, so you can stick to your post. Well, it's freezing cold, you should pay attention to your body, don't be like Shigong, who is always weak and sick, you should go earlier Let's rest."

   busy helping Emperor Hongzhi, leaving behind a group of surrounded people.

  This is the first time...to visit my disciples and grandchildren during the New Year's Eve seems to be a bit of a failure.

  Back in the carriage, Emperor Hongzhi almost slumped on the sofa. Even after half an hour, he still had a masked face.

  Fang Jifan volunteered to sit on the small sofa opposite, the carriage was very warm, and looked at His Majesty very worriedly: "Your Majesty should not have come here in the middle of the night..."

  Emperor Hongzhi spoke, but his tongue was a little too loud, and his voice was a little hard to hear: "How can you know the art of the emperor, eh... I have a terrible headache. What kind of wine is this? It's really scary."

  Fang Jifan didn't dare to say that he brewed it himself, afraid of being beaten, he shook his head: "I don't know anything about wine."

  Emperor Hongzhi stroked his forehead: "Just wait and see, tomorrow... Beijing will be lively."

   "Oh." Fang Jifan was thinking, if His Majesty is sober, will he settle accounts after the fall?

  …

I finally returned to my old cousin’s place in Jiangxi. The one-month study was completely over. Looking back on this month, I was full of snot and tears. I have to go to class, socialize with teachers and classmates, but at any time, the most important thing in my heart is , or code words, now... finally quiet, tears filled my eyes.

  (end of this chapter)