Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

　　 Fang Xing was wandering around in the Zhuangzi, whipping with a willow branch in his hand, and Xin Laoqi behind him was a little puzzled. Why is the young master now like a rooster that has been defeated?

After 　　 made a round tour, Fang Xing swaggered back when it was time for dinner.

　　 Today, both Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai’s mouths are very red, looking at the charming and dazzling, it inspires the desire to find the secret to be successful.

　　 It's just that the two women turned their heads over and woke up without reason.

　　 "Ahem! Master, I'm thirsty!"

　　 Fang Xing Da Ma Jindao sat on the edge of the table with his eyes upright.

　　 Xiaobai got up aggrieved and went outside.

　　 As soon as Xiaobai left, Fang Xing grinds to Zhang Shuhui's side, arching her shoulders and saying: "Shuhui, that pepper matter is also my kindness..."

　　 Today’s lunch ended with Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai’s mouth-aches, even if Fang Woke up and found mint, the two women were still flushed...

　　 Zhang Shuhui's eyes reddened, Fang Xing panicked when she saw it, and hurriedly took out the tissue.

　　 Dinner ended somewhat deserted, Zhang Shuhui washed and went to bed early.

　　 "Say, why is your young lady angry?"

　　 In the corner of the yard, Fang Xing was'pressing' Xiao Bai.

　　 Xiaobai stood aggrieved, took a peek at Fang Xing, and pushed her chest forward.

　　 "Master, you bully your grandma."

　　 "Am I bullying her?"

　　 Fang Xing felt that he had died unjustly.

　　 Xiaobai pursed his mouth: "You later put a pile of that mustard at the bottom of the young lady's bowl. Isn't this bullying?"

　　 Fang Xing touched his nose, smiled bitterly, "I'm kidding!"

　　 "But you are very upset with such a young grandma."

　　 Fang Xing has some enlightenment, that's his wife! It's not a bad friend, how can you put those mustard at the bottom of her bowl!

　　 I remembered Zhang Shuhui’s face at noon today...

　　 "Okay, master, I know."

　　...

　　 Fang Xing felt that he should review it, so he was diligent the next day...

　　 "Husband, go out soon!"

　　 "Don't be ashamed!"

　　 "Hmm! Don't move around, tap..."

　　 Xiaobai lived in the wing next to her, and when she came out to wash, she heard this sound and instantly blushed and froze there.

　　 After Fang Xing left the inner courtyard refreshedly, Xiao Bai sneaked in.

　　 "This husband, really..."

　　 Zhang Shuhui on the bed was moving her hands and feet. Fang Xing just gave her a horse to kill her without mercy, breaking her joints a little sore.

　　 It turned out not to be that way!

　　 The little white who thought Fang Xing had blushed in the daytime, she felt a little impure in her mind.

　　 The little contradiction disappeared, Fang woke up to the study, and saw that Ma Su had been waiting at the door with a piece of bacon, and Xin Laoqi was winking his eyebrows and teasing him.

　　 "Get out!"

　　 Fang Xing kicked it away, and looked at Xin Laoqi who was laughing and said helplessly: "You hob meat, today is a holiday for you, go home and take the big girl."

　　 Xin Laoqi hesitated, he felt that his responsibilities lie in him and he couldn't leave without authorization.

　　 Fang Xing ignored him, just made a gesture to kick someone.

　　 After Xin Laoqi left, Fang Xing took Ma Su into the study.

　　 After Fang Xing sat down, Ma Su knelt on the ground with a thud, but Fang Xing couldn't stop him.

　　 "Meet the teacher."

　　 "Damn! What is this for!"

　　 Fang Xing immediately lifted him up, and then said: "I'm not kowtow here, stand up quickly."

　　Ma Su handed the bacon with embarrassment, "Teacher, logically I should come with the six ceremony, but the disciple’s family is poor..."

　　 "Just come."

　　 Fang Xing said ‘I’m so happy, I’m so happy’.

　　 The relationship between the teacher and the apprentice in these years is very unusual.

　　 After Ma Sujing had the tea, Fang Xing took out a brush, a stack of large open books, and three books.

　　 "Bench repair is unnecessary, I am not short of money."

　　 Seeing Ma Su want to argue, Fang Xing snorted, and then said: "This is what I gave you. I will study it hard in the future. No one in this world has learned my knowledge yet. Work hard!"

"is teacher."

　　 In the first class of the day, Fang Xing taught Arabic numerals.

　　 "Let's take a look, is the original way of writing our numbers very troublesome, and it looks very obscure."

　　Ma Su nodded, but said with some confusion: "But teacher, everyone is using this counting method now!"

　　 Fang Xing said disdainfully: "This is an Arabic numeral, do you know how it came from?"

　　 Without waiting for Ma Su's answer, Fang Xing went on to say: "More than four thousand years ago, my Chinese ancestors had invented calculations, and the counting method was very advanced."

　　 Fang Xing wrote a vertical line on the paper, followed by two verticals, three verticals...

　　 "This is the way our ancestors wrote counts. It was later spread to ancient India through the Silk Road, which is now the Mughal Empire. Their earliest way of writing counts was similar to this, and later evolved into this way."

　　 The teacher is so knowledgeable!

　　Ma Su was immersed in the study, unconsciously, it was time for lunch.

　　 "Teacher, my disciple retire."

　　Ma Su is going to go home. The mother at home must have already prepared the food, waiting for him to go back to eat.

　　 Fang Xing said with some intent: "I will eat at the teacher's house at noon from now on, and I can't miss your bite."

　　 Ma Su looked at Fang Xing's lazy appearance, but UU's eyes turned red uncomfortably.

　　 After school in the afternoon, Ma Su hurried back home, only to find that there was something more at home.

　　 Liu pointed to the table helplessly and said, "This is from your teacher's family. I can't stop it. There are also rice, noodles, grains and oils in the kitchen."

　　Ma Su touched the new cluster of oil lamps on the table, and said dry voice: "Mother, the teacher is an amazing person, I will learn from him."

　　...

　　 Teaching three days a week. This is Fang Xing’s teaching time. On the one hand, he will go to town to study art for Ma Su, and on the other hand he doesn’t want to work so hard.

　　 "Brother Dehua, your majesty has made an order to choose agile teenagers in Beiping. It is said that after selection, they will be sent to Yingtianfu."

　　 The weather in late summer was still very hot. Chen Xiao sighed while fanning his fan, "The emperor's grandson is a young hero. Your Majesty will let these people serve as entourages, call them young soldiers, and perform martial arts."

　　 Fang Xing was in a daze, he thought of the emperor grandson.

　　 Zhu Di is dissatisfied with his eldest son, very dissatisfied, but he is very satisfied with Zhu Zhanji, his grandson, just like his father Zhu Yuanzhang is also very dissatisfied with his grandson Zhu Yunqi.

　　 So Zhu Zhanji was named the emperor grandson early, which also established Zhu Gaochi's status as a prince.

　　 Otherwise, those two eye-catching guys are not good.

　　 It’s just that Zhu Zhanji was not very pleased in the history books. The key is that this guy died too early and passed the throne to his young son, but Wang Zhen almost ruined the country.

　　 "I hope he can live longer."

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