Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 935 Preaching

  Truth... Even children understand it.

   There is nothing wrong with this.

   But the problem is, everyone understands the truth, how to do it?

  Zhu Zaimo thought he understood, and even complacent about it, consciously... other people are mentally retarded.

  He was smart from a young age and thought he had found a solution to his problems.

   But now... he discovered a terrible truth.

  First, I am still far from being truly mature.

  Second, it turns out that if a person does something wrong, there will be such terrible consequences. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility, a little carelessness, even if it is just a thought, someone's family will be ruined because of it.

  Third, Fang Zhengqing and the others are a bunch of trash.

  Zhu Zaimo took a deep breath. In his mind, the man who shouted for grievances was still in his mind. That heart-piercing voice still lingers. He was trembling all over.

   Not only that... I actually took it for granted, which may trigger a food crisis.

  If so, how many starvation will be created.

  The county magistrate's seal was hung on his waist. He used to feel that it was a symbol of power. As long as he wore the seal, everyone would have to bow to him. This feeling was very pleasant.

  But now...he felt that the seal was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

   But one thing is certain.

  Fang Jifan asked him with a smile, "Do you want to learn?"

At this time, Zhu Zaimo and the other children suddenly felt a longing in their hearts, as if what their mentor wanted to teach them was the "Sword of Exorcising Evil", ah, no, it was the supreme "Dugu Nine Swords" in the martial arts. Zai Mo bowed down without hesitation, his eyes were red, his nose was still sucking, and his tears were streaming down. He couldn't wish for this more, and he said tremblingly: "Men, I was wrong..."

  The other children were infected by this atmosphere.

  These five or six-year-old children cannot enjoy the innocence of their peers, because they are destined to be different from birth.

  The son of a thousand gold, is beyond words!

  Fang Jifan can't defeat the rich and powerful in this world, because Fang Jifan himself is one of the powerful and powerful, even though he is the most handsome, brightest, kindest, and most compassionate among the powerful and powerful, but...he can't defeat himself.

  Since this is the case, instead of dooming these invaluable sons of gold to be supported by countless people in the future, with fat heads, big ears, bullying men and women, and sensuality, why not change them.

  Fang Jifan looked at his mentally retarded son, and he cried the most insincerely.

  At this moment, he was still moved by the enthusiasm of the children.

  Zhu Zaimo continued: "We want to learn, the method of benevolent government, we want to learn, how can we not harm others, we want to learn everything, please teach me..."

  Fang Jifan smiled and stood up. He stood still, his whole body was still radiant.

  He is such a person, a man who can never hide his light, because he is shining!

Fang Jifan said: "Very good. From now on, you should learn from Senior Brother Wang Bo'an first. When you have learned 70% to 80% of his skills, then I will teach you well as a teacher. From now on, your study will be better. More urgent... um... You are still county magistrates and magistrates. From now on, you have to perform your duties. If you don't understand economics, you can ask your senior brother Liu. If you don't understand Ma Zheng, you can ask your senior brother Tang Yin. For the rest, you can ask Senior Brother Wang Boan."

   "You...you have to work hard. As a teacher, I value you and have great expectations for you."

"yes."

  Everyone suddenly agreed.

  …

  Zhu Zaimo began to get serious.

  He became humble, and when something went wrong, he asked one by one to find a way to do things.

  Wang Shouren only taught him one thing, walk more, listen more, and watch more.

  Although these six-character mottos are just metaphysics.

   But in fact, it is very useful.

All the children, under the **** of civil and military officials, began to go deep into every corner of Xishan County. They either visited widows, or squatted in the fields, asking farmers about farming knowledge, and they wrote down one by one. Twenty-four solar terms...

  They go into the workshop and look at the operation of the workshop.

  They went deep into many farm households, and they visited Xishan Medical College, wanting to know how to treat diseases.

  The temperament of a child is easily contagious.

  Even if there are some children who are unwilling to do such things, but the friends around them are very serious, but they have become very strong.

  At the most innocent age, they began to gradually come into contact with the sufferings of the people.

  They saw, heard...

  …

   "Fang Duwei..." Wang Ao was worried.

  He felt that Fang Jifan didn't care about the consequences at all.

  How could it be like this?

  Look, it’s not a joke to let the children behave like this now, do you want to let these jokes continue.

  Fang Jifan returned to Zhenguo Mansion, sat comfortably on the official hat chair, and sipped tea: "What's the matter?"

  Wang Ao couldn't help but said: "Dare to ask, Wu Yue's case, are you really not going to retract the confession? Really let him suffer wronged for nothing, almost ruined his family, assassinated three thousand miles...you just let this kind of wronged case happen."

"Yes." Fang Jifan nodded and nodded: "What I said is trustworthy. I have appointed the emperor's grandson as the county magistrate, so the case he concluded must not be corrected. A person can do wrong things, but Some mistakes cannot be repented."

   "You..." Wang Ao couldn't help pointing at Fang Jifan, angrily: "You are so safe?"

Fang Jifan said: "Even if it is to be rehabilitated, it is not now. The emperor's grandson will always remember this person named Wu Yue, and the emperor's grandson will never forget him for the rest of his life. Therefore, Master Wang, why should you worry about the Wu family? Years later, when the Wu family has gone through hardships, what they will get will be a lifetime of wealth. This Wu Yue is the best teacher of the emperor's grandson. Although his ordeal has just begun, his good luck has only just begun Woolen cloth."

Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Don't meddle in other things like a dog. My head hurts badly now. I'm calculating my losses in the past half month. These... well, they will all be added to the tuition, sir, add money !"

Fang Jifan beat his chest and stumbled, clenched his fists, and with a feeling of resentment, spread out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote a letter to the parents, and then threw the letter to Wang Ao: "Master Wang, distribute the letter to the parents." go out!"

  Wang Ao: "..."

  …

  Liu Wenshan is very busy. He is so busy that he never touches the ground.

  His "The Wealth of Nations" has gradually begun to take shape, but... it seems that there is still something missing, and he has to revise it again. Sometimes, he has to ask his mentor and brothers for their opinions.

  He has spent nearly a year thinking about this article, and every word is filled with painstaking care.

  He observed the changes in the market and observed every fluctuation in the transaction. In the end, this book was close to completion.

  But... he still didn't dare to release it easily... Although he had proofread several times, he was still worried.

   Such an unprecedented article, if it is released, will it make people laugh?

  If people laugh at me, I don’t mind. I am one of the most incompetent of all the disciples under my mentor...

   So, nothing to be ashamed of.

  But my mentor, who is famous all over the world, is also a mentor who is full of peaches and plums, so I can't lose him.

  At ordinary times, he still needs to go to the Imperial Academy to be on duty.

  Occasionally, junior juniors will come to consult some questions.

   Moreover, he still has to work hard to learn massage. Sometimes when his mentor wakes up, his back is sore and his back hurts. The mentor has a brain disease, and I don’t know if it will cause other diseases. His own massage can always make the soreness of the stiff neck disappear.

finally…

  After proofreading the manuscript for the last time, Liu Wenshan took a deep breath. Like a baby, he held the book and put it into the "Quest" journal.

  The "Quest" journal publishes any article, and the premise of everything is that they think the article has its value.

  If...you can't even search for journals, then...

   Liu Wenshan smiled wryly.

   I have truly become a disciple of my mentor.

  ...

   Daming Palace.

  Emperor Hongzhi half-lyed on the imperial case, reading the book slowly.

   Xiao Jing stepped forward, took a blanket, and carefully put it on Emperor Hongzhi, then he turned to leave.

  Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "Come back."

  Xiao Jing hurriedly put on a smile: "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

  Emperor Hongzhi still spoke calmly: "Recently, why haven't you heard about Xishan County, the factory guards, what kind of food do you eat, so casual, such a big event, you didn't report it?"

  Xiao Jing was confused.

  Damn it...

   That’s not what I said.

  At the beginning, the servants reported the affairs of Xishan County. It was Your Majesty who blamed the servants for being troubled.

  Okay, the servant girl dare not ask now, and dare not speak, but now she says...

  Xiao Jing wished he could find a piece of tofu and smashed his own head.

  In his heart, ten thousand muddy horses galloped by, but... he didn't dare to show it on his face, he bowed down obediently: "Slave... ten thousand deaths..."

  Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "No investigation?"

   "Investigated... checked..." Xiao Jing smiled wryly: "Your Majesty, the emperor's grandson has done a lot of things in his tenure as the county magistrate..."

   "Huh?" Emperor Hongzhi, obviously interested in this: "And then?"

   "Then... I heard that there was a big injustice case, which almost caused the family to be destroyed... Your Majesty, the servants will die, and the servants... I just heard people say, these are all rumors in the market..."

  Emperor Hongzhi's face turned cold: "Is everyone talking about this?"

   "Yes." Xiao Jing smiled wryly: "I dare not hide it, many people are discussing it now, and... there is one more thing..."

  …

   Crying and begging for a monthly pass.

  (end of this chapter)