Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Fang Xing, who was rewarded with a chili pepper, wished that Zhu Di would immediately appear in front of him, and then asked him what he meant.

But Lei Ting Yu Lu was Jun En, so Fang Xing had to keep the brocade box away, waiting for Zhu Zhanji to show him someday, and let him see how stingy the emperor was.

"Husband, is it good to eat flat food at night?"

Flat food is dumplings, which is pronounced flat food in Mongolian. Therefore, during the Mongolian Yuan rule of the Central Plains, many people followed the name Bianshi.

"Okay, but I want lamb stuffing, not shrimp."

Fang Xing didn't like to eat dumplings with shrimp stuffing, because it didn't taste so good.

"I want to eat egg stuffing!"

Xiaobai screamed and rushed in. The bells behind him were whirring. As soon as he walked in, he rubbed his awake feet.

Fang Xing rubbed Bell's neck and smiled and said, "Okay, three kinds of fillings, this is also the master who can toss the kitchen."

Xiaobai stuck out his tongue, then picked up the teacup on the table and drank water quickly.

Putting down the teacup, Xiao Bai said with a gratifying expression: "Master, I saw several scholars in the Li family just now, and that annoying... is that the old man who made trouble at the Imperial College last time was brought in by Li Mao. ."

Qin Ban?

"Why did he come here?"

Qin Ban has been dismissed since Yu Jian's death last time. No, it should be said that he resigned because of illness.

The upper management of the Imperial College also sympathized with this Qin Siye's experience, so he humanely changed his position to be ill.

"who cares!"

Fang Xing didn't have the energy to deal with this kind of highly motivated old scholarship.

However, after Ma Su came back, he brought a rather unexpected news.

"Teacher, Li Mao opened an academy at home, specially invited... Qin class leader, and a few Guozijian students promised to take time to teach."

This so-called academy was later a private school, but Li Mao's move made Fang Xing interested.

"He doesn't mean to fight against me, right?"

Ma Su said, "Teacher, I can't tell you. Most of the students from the Imperial College have some kind of...that."

Fang Xing was too lazy to think: "Just let them, I want to see what kind of students they can teach."

Unexpectedly, he received the post when he woke up the next morning.

"Young Master, it was sent by the Li family, and said that you would go to the next door to have a look at the Li Family Academy..."

"Don't go!"

Fang Xing yawned, and tossed with Zhang Shuhui several times last night, it would be too late to go to bed.

Fang Jielun said with joy: "The old slave will go back to talk."

When he arrived in the front yard, Fang Jaylun directly returned the post to the young man in Lijiazhuang, and said with his head upright: "My young master is busy with business, and I have to teach His Royal Highness Taisun. I don't have time!"

Not to be outdone, the young man raised his head higher and shouted: "It is your honor for my young master to post a post, you... oh!"

Looking at the young man who sat down so that his body can keep his head up, Fang Jaylun said contemptuously: "You can't stand still. With your virtue, your young master is not much better!"

In Lijiazhuang, Li Maozheng warmly greeted Qin Ban and his party.

Qin Ban has lost weight recently, but his spirit has been much better than when he was in the Imperial College.

"Suiying, everything is ready, please set the rules."

Li Mao smiled brilliantly. Although Qin Ban had retired, his contacts were still there, and his act of forcibly taking Yu Jian away at the time made many people applaud him.

Qin Ban soothed his beard and said: "Yanzhuo, the children naturally have Huaqing and Xia Miao taught by them. I have done it from Zhouzheng."

There are a lot of students in the newly opened academy, and they are basically all for the reputation of Qin Ban.

"What Suiying said is that it should be the case."

Qin Ban's characters follow the English, and Li Mao's characters are Yanzhuo.

"There are dozens of students in Li's academy. Those who have not passed the exam will be taught by the students of the Imperial College. The talents who come to the school are taught by Qin Ban."

Fang Wu just went out for a trip, and soon heard the news.

"The scale is not small!"

Fang Xing nodded, indicating that he knew it.

"Teacher, aren't they trying to grab students from you?" Ma Su asked with some worry.

Fang Xing said indifferently: "As long as they still teach that way, even if there are thousands of students, I'm not afraid."

Ma Su also said: "Yes, our professors here don't match them, and the water in the well doesn't offend the river."

"Yes."

Fang Xing twitched his nose, smelling a scent of cooking dumplings.

"Flat food is coming!"

...

The Ministry of Households, Fang Xing did not leave immediately after teaching this lesson, but solemnly said: "Everyone, thank you for your recent hard work."

There was a sense of separation in these words, and the students below all got up, looking at Fang Xing in confusion.

"Mr. Fang, don't you teach us anymore?"

An impatient student asked sadly.

Fang Xing’s teaching is different from the current mainstream. He will joke with students during class and allow students to actively ask questions and speak...

"Thousands of miles to build a long shed, there is no permanent banquet."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Everyone has been studying very hard recently. According to my estimation, it is more than enough to be an accountant."

This joke did not have the expected effect, and everyone's mood was very low.

Fang Xing didn't like this atmosphere at all, so he said, "After I leave, if you have any questions about your studies, you can ask Yao Ping and I will tell him."

"Mr. Fang..."

Fang Xing walked out of the class and saw Yao Ping outside the door, bowing to him.

After straightening his waist, Yao Ping solemnly promised: "Teacher, please rest assured, disciples will definitely carry forward Fang Xue!"

Uh……

Fang Xing felt a little dizzy!

What did i hear?

Fang Xue?

Fang Xing patted Yao Ping's shoulder with his body fluttering, and encouraged: "I don't have many students. I hope that each of you can blossom and loose leaves, peaches and plums are fragrant, so that more people can learn this knowledge."

Until he left the imperial city, Fang Xing was still dizzy, as if drunk.

"Fang Xue..."

In history, scholarship that can be named after a person's surname is quite a masterpiece, and Professor Fang Xing did not think of this academic name when he taught them.

"Fang Xue..."

"Help!"

While he was stunned, Fang Xing only felt that the white horse had stopped, and then he focused on seeing a woman lying in front of the horse.

This Nima had a traffic accident!

Something happened!

Fang Xing hurriedly dismounted ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and went to see the woman's situation.

But as soon as he walked to the woman's side, a pair of arms firmly hugged his thigh.

"Everyone, come and see! There is a bad guy here..."

Damn it! What's happening here?

Before Fang Xing could react, seven or eight men gathered around.

This is outside Zhengyangmen, the outer city basin of the Qinhuai River, and the flow of people is not small.

Hearing the feminine calls, the pedestrians all looked at this side with a smile, wondering which company the rhyme happened.

"That man looks so young, but he also raised an outer room outside. Tsk tsk! What a blessing!"

"Hey! Look at that little lady, hiss! I really want to pinch that shape!" (To be continued.)