Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Meng Ying regrets it."

When Zhang Fu came to Fang's house, he spoke calmly about Meng Ying's situation.

"He is in charge of the five-army capital, he should have been your majesty’s confidant, but he was hesitant on this matter and made a big taboo. Jin Zhong was very happy, and he dared to drink in the Ministry of War at noon and clamored that he deserved it. The short-sighted generation is not enough to trust big things."

A bitterness floated on Zhang Fu's face, "Your Majesty has been dissatisfied with Wu Xun for a long time. He wants Wu Xun to form a balance with the civilian officials, but..."

"But you think that in the future it will definitely be the world of civil servants, so you softened your position unknowingly!"

Fang Xing felt that Zhang Fu really misestimated Zhu Di, and even more so, Zhu Gaochi.

"The prince will not be like your majesty to Wuxun. You yourself will be soft first. That is a god-given opportunity. Who will not be suppressed by others?"

Fang Xing said, "Gentle and gentle, does my eldest brother think this is a martial artist? In my mind, the martial artist should be heroic, even if he is a warrior with a lot of tactics, he should be resolute and resolute, not gentle. That is to envy the literati!"

Civil and military confluence is just a dream, and it will probably be a nightmare!

As long as the warrior starts to move closer to the civilian officials, don't even think about turning over again!

Zhang Fu helplessly said: "But the martial artist can't help but learn nothing, right? Want to learn something, what else is there except Confucianism?"

have to! The science has been forgotten in this moment.

But this is normal. Many people in the DPRK and China were quite disgusted with science at the beginning, but now they have forgotten science.

Fang Xing feels that this is success. In his plan, the academy is just a leader, and more importantly, the self-study.

"Honorables are passed down from generation to generation. Who knows whether the next generation is good or bad? If you don't have anything to do, then you will have no power in your hands, then you will be a short noble title, not as good as a fifth-rank official."

"So studying Confucianism and changing the family style is just a precaution for everyone."

"The king of Chu is so thin waist, so many starve to death in the palace! Hey!"

Fang Xing said: "I think everyone is staring at your Majesty. Your Majesty prints a batch of Confucianism books every few years, so everyone is eager for it. After all, your Majesty is getting old! You have to look at the prince later. "

Zhang Fu didn't refute this sentence, but he acquiesced in it.

Once the emperor and the courtier, Zhu Di was in his early sixties. In this era when lifespan is generally not high, he is almost the birthday star.

But the longevity stars will eventually return to the dust, but the next generation of kings loves Confucianism and civil officials.

The Wuxuns were anxious, from the inside to the outside, so no matter whether they understood or not, everyone was holding the book, and it was magnificent for everyone to care about it all day.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and then Mother Qin yelled: "Young Master, go slow!"

The footsteps faded away, and Zhang Fu said softly, "It's potatoes? The kid is very wild! Good!"

Fang Xing smiled and said, "This kid has strong legs and feet. When other people's children are still stumbling, he can toss around the yard."

The two of them walked out of the study and stood outside the door looking at the distant potatoes. Zhang Fusheng was dying, and said a little discouraged: "I have been fighting for my brother for many years, and there is no one in the family who can inherit the title. Who is this in the end? "

"There will be, brother, trust me, you will have a son."

The two swayed to the inner yard, just in time to see Potatoes fishing on the side of the big tank in the yard with Ping An.

"Brother, shall we have lunch at home?"

With potatoes and knighthood in the family, Zhang Shuhui's attitude towards Zhang Fu became more and more casual.

Zhang Fu looked at Tudou and Ping'an with warm eyes, and said casually: "Okay, it's cold, just get a hot pot."

And the knife happened to be at Du's house at this time.

Du Hailin didn't go out specially today, and the whole family was waiting for Xiaodao and Chunmei to return.

The gifts offered by the knives were practical, especially a set of hard-covered science books, which made Duchamp a little enthusiastic, but was frightened by Du Hailin's presence and did not dare to ask for it.

Chunmei was blushing, and she looked very good, so Feng took her to the bedroom to talk.

"Auntie treated you well? How did the Xinghe family treat you?"

Feng took his daughter's hand and wanted to ask, and finally these two sentences popped out.

Chunmei bowed her head in shame: "Okay, Xinghe's family is also easy-going. My wife often asks me to come in and talk about all kinds of things, all of which are housekeepers."

Feng's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Who is in charge of the money at home?"

Women don't care about money, that is the servant and the child-bearing machine!

Chunmei said: "Mother, the knife gave me the key the next day. Many boxes were obtained from his battle. I have to sort out the records one by one when I go back."

"That's good, mother is relieved."

The old mother-in-law can't ask the son-in-law how many family backgrounds, it is too cheap.

"Xing He Bo can be kind?"

"Gentle, smiling, oh mother, uncle said, tomorrow we will invite our family to the Fang's for a light meal, and it is a walk between relatives. If it is a gift, you don't have to go."

"Yo! This...you have to talk to your father about this, this is please, Uncle Xinghe!"

Feng became anxious when he heard it, and left Sister Chun in the bedroom, and went to find Du Hailin.

...

Zhang Fu started reading behind closed doors again, and he didn't know what book he was reading.

"The eldest brother still wants to change the house, but there is no heir in the family. Both your second and third brothers are a little moved. Presumably, they want to adopt a son in the past."

Fang Xing took off his clothes and went to bed, put his arms around Zhang Shuhui and talked about Zhang Fu's situation.

Zhang Shuhui said quietly: "The eldest brother is a British Duke, who has made great achievements in warfare. If there is another powerful son, the title of this British Duke may not be kept."

"Don't think too much, Daming's rule is to gather all guards to play in wartime, return to Shiwei to build, and the generals will return to their own places, and you will not give them the opportunity to dominate, so you are a little crazy about this."

After getting up the next day, Zhang Shuhui grabbed Xiaobai to prepare to meet the Chunmei family, but Fang Xing went to the workshop by herself.

Zhu Gui was already waiting with the craftsmen, and seeing Fang wake up, he took him to the nearby scene.

On the side of the barracks, there were already about one kilometer of railroad tracks on the ground. Fang Xing was pleased when he saw it, "But it's done?"

Zhu Fang said proudly: "Master, wait and see~www.readwn.com~ After turning around, Zhu Fang called someone to a carriage.

Fang Xing squatted on the edge of the rails, reached out to touch the sleepers, stepped on the gravel below, and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

This is the first step, and there will be many more steps in the future, step by step, firm and never stop.

...

Fang Xing looked very relaxed when he returned home. When Du Hailin's family arrived, he was also laughing at Yan Yan at the wine table, looking very kind.

So when Du Hailin returned home, he admired Fang Xing's easygoing amidst his old wife and son's culinary delights. It was indeed a model for Daming Xunqi.

Zhu Di was having a headache about martial arts, and Fang Xing's memorial gave him a punching bag.

"If that Zhuzi speaks loudly, I will keep him closed for a year!"

Immediately, Zhu Di called a group of civil and military officials, and they all went to Jubaoshan Guard in mighty force.