Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

In the Imperial College, Fang Xing picked up a brush after speaking, looked at the topics, but only thought a little, and started to write.

"He's not beating a swollen face to fill a fat man, is he?"

The tall and thin Mu Chun asked his companion.

Shande said: "I guess he was writing silly, and now it's up to Mr. Hong. You only need to answer one question correctly, and that Fang Xing will be ruined!"

Mu Chunxi said: "That would be the best. As long as Mr. Hong wins, I can show up in the capital, and the road to imperial examinations will surely be smoother in the future."

The hustle and bustle of the world is all for profit.

These so-called followers are just like scavengers on the prairie, waiting for the big man Hong Bingzheng to hunt Fang Xing, and then everyone can eat some carrion that the big men don't want.

Hong Bingzheng saw Fang Xingzhen start his brush, his face trembled, and then he raised the brush, but he couldn't let it down.

Chen Mao was very anxious when he saw this scene. He had seen it just now, Hong Bingzheng had given Fang Xing a full ten questions, but Fang Xing had only two.

Two questions! You guys should do at least one!

Outside the Imperial College, a large group of people gathered together at this time, including scholars and servants of various families.

Everyone is here for the same reason: waiting for the results inside.

"Whoever wants a handful, come here!"

Several big guys found an open space, put a piece of cloth, and shouted: "You can buy the wins and losses of Hong Bingzheng and Fang Xing, and lose one for each!"

If one loses one, the dealer's risk is great.

But it doesn't make money for things with small risks!

Seeing that everyone hesitated, the big man said: "I guess anyone here knows us? Everyone sees clearly, we are from Shuntonglou, young and old, and no regrets when placing bets!"

Hearing this, he immediately surrounded the people, handed over the money indiscriminately, and shouted: "I'll buy Hong Bingzheng for a couple of silver!"

"I buy Hong Bingzheng for ten taels of silver!"

"Get out of the way! I bought Hong Bingzheng one hundred and fifty taels!"

"I buy seven hundred taels!"

For a time, several big guys in Shuntong Building were so busy and sweating that they were collecting bets.

Just as everyone was buying Hong Bingzheng, a weak voice came.

"I... the buyer wakes up five hundred taels of silver!"

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the sound, and then stepped aside, and saw an old man walking in, accompanied by a strong man.

The betting stalled for a while, and then everyone burst into laughter.

"I said, old man, don't bet randomly, you will have all your hard-earned money by then!"

"Yes! Old man, but if you don't bet, wouldn't Ren Shun Tong Lou lose a lot? You say yes?"

"Yes, yes, old man, hurry up and make a bet, maybe that Fang Xing will really win today?"

A group of people were making noises, and the big guys in Shuntong Tower also looked at the old guy with a smile.

The old man handed over the treasure without hesitation, "I'll just wake up the buyer!"

"Okay, no regrets betting!"

After receiving the treasure bill, the bill is opened immediately, and a bet is completed.

"It's starting again inside!"

At this time, a bought-in Guozijian student shouted at the door: "Fang Xing has written and said that it was time for Hong Bingzheng."

"What about Hong Bingzheng?"

Hearing that Fang Xing had written, those who bought Hong Bingzheng to win all hurriedly asked.

The student scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly: "Mr. Hong is still thinking."

After the student entered, the betting people were comforting each other.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hong is a jinshi, but he was wronged back then, so he was given..."

"We have to have confidence. That Fang Xing is just a man, how can he match the great scholars!"

This year, the great Confucian scholars are like academicians of later generations, and they are also academicians of the two academies.

So after some self-comfort, everyone anxiously waited for follow-up news.

"I'm done!"

Inside the Imperial College, Fang Xing threw away the brush, then took the towel from Liu Pu and wiped his hands, then stood up and said, "What's wrong with Mr. Hong? Is it because I want to make me a younger generation?"

After hearing the words, everyone looked at Hong Bingzheng, only to find that his face was red at this time, as if he had just done a certain sport, and the water color was very pleasant.

Chen Mao gritted his teeth and coughed, suppressing the noise.

Hong Bingzheng picked up the brush again, writing as if he were on the execution ground.

"Good! Mr. Hong really made Fang Xing most of the incense!"

Everyone was stunned, because it was not someone else who said this, but Fang Xing himself.

Fang Xingzheng looked at Hong Bingzheng with ‘respect’ on his face, and said to the surroundings: “Sure enough, I’m a gentleman, I’m not alone in my generation!”

"As long as you know!"

That Mu Chun said triumphantly, he thought Fang Xing really gave Hong Bingzheng an appreciation.

"time up!"

As the stick of incense extinguished, Hong Bingzheng put the brush down unwillingly. He didn't even notice it, but the person standing behind him saw it.

"Mr. Hong's back is soaked!"

A student pointed to Hong Bingzheng's back clothes and said in surprise.

"Maybe the weather is too hot?"

A professor replied.

But everyone looked at each other's clothes and looked at each other.

It's not too hot today!

Today's temperature is 27-8 degrees, and there are many big trees in the Imperial College, so it feels very pleasant.

Chen Mao put away the two test papers, and after taking a look, he sneaked a glance at Hong Bingzheng.

Hong Bingzheng felt a little collapsed at this moment, he could only nod his head slightly, and then looked at the calm and relaxed Fang Wake.

Boy, do you want to deceive?

"Ahem!"

After Chen Mao gave a dry cough, he called in several professors to prepare for on-site verification.

Fang Xing said with a squinting smile: "It's not as good as everyone's pleasure alone. I have a blackboard here. Write it down for everyone to see!"

"Yes! This rare opportunity, let us all learn!"

The students who had something good immediately clamored.

"Right, right, right! Let everyone see!"

Liu Pu lowered his throat and said, "Are you trying to cheat?"

"Who said this? Stand up!"

Chen Mao was furious~www.NovelMTL.com~ but the voice just now was a bit noisy, plus Liu Pu was holding his throat and screaming, so there was no one at all.

But with these words in the background, Chen Mao looked at Hong Bingzheng embarrassedly, and had to let Fang Xing Jia Ding put the big blackboard he had brought on the open space.

Seeing that Chen Mao hesitated, Fang Xing said to the students, "Who can write on this kind of blackboard?"

This was a rare opportunity to show up, so a few students stepped forward.

Chen Mao took two answers and was silent and unwilling to let go.

"Mr. Xueqin?"

Several students felt that Chen Mao's mood was not right, so they asked softly.

Chen Mao let out a cry, and then handed over the answers to a few students, but he flashed to the side.

After seeing this scene, Fang Xing nodded to Hong Bingzheng and said: "Mr. Hong, the show begins! Are you ready?" (To be continued.)