Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"This is not a kind of preferential treatment of cleansing gentry. Those who misunderstand me will be discarded by me."

"The real controllers of Daming are them. They are just ropes, and they are gradually pulling towards me and around Daming's neck. The noose is extremely solid!"

Zhu Zhanji spoke earnestly, but the audience only had Song Laoshi with an ignorant look. As for Yu Jia, he looked at this picture from behind and felt very coordinated. He seemed to be superfluous, so he didn't dare to come close.

"If you don't want to be hanged slowly, you have to cut the ropes with a long knife, and then follow through, pull out the people who made the ropes, and destroy their ability to make the ropes, so that Da Ming can be in peace for a long time..."

This is not the first time Zhu Zhanji has strolled with Song Laoshi, nor is it the first time that he is almost talking to himself.

Old Song Practical looked at Zhu Zhanji with worshipful eyes. Although he didn't know what the emperor meant, he felt very powerful.

"Order someone to spread the word, that is what I promised."

...

Liu Guan personally settled in Hejian Mansion, and then more than a dozen official historians came, including Li Ermao.

"teacher."

Li Ermao became more and more calm, his eyes looked bottomless.

The two were walking at the foot of the hill behind.

The sun is not big, and it makes people slightly hot, but it is within the tolerable range.

The cicada's song is gone, and there are several bird songs in the forest from time to time.

"Liu Guan is standing in line, you also have to stand in line, this is helpless."

Fang Xing looked at Li Ermao's indifferent expression, and said helplessly: "Your city is the deepest, and probably the one who doesn't like standing in line least."

Li Ermao said blankly: "Yes, teacher, the disciple doesn't like to stand in line, but this matter is closely related to the society, but the disciple is not afraid."

Fang Xing moved forward with his hand, and a cool breeze blew from the foot of the mountain on the right, bringing bursts of coolness.

"You talk about the root cause of this matter."

Fang Xing asked Li Ermao a question, which was very vague.

Li Ermao thought for a while and said, "Teacher, in fact, my disciple thinks that cleaning up gentry preferential treatment is only an option, but you suddenly took action in Hejian Mansion to raise the situation. The purpose is obvious..."

Fang Xing turned sideways and asked with a smile, "What's the purpose?"

There were more horse-drawn carriages and cavalry outside the camp on the left. Li Ermao took a look and said, "Teacher, this is to cut off the influence of scholars on Daming...so that the decree can flow unimpeded, reduce resistance, and allow future innovation..."

Fang Xing smiled, and Li Ermao continued: "In fact, the biggest obstacle to innovation is them. Even if the cleanup is successful this time, they still have enough influence on Daming, so your majesty and you should want to reduce this influence... "

There was a silence, and the two slowly walked to the camp.

Fang Xing seemed helpless and melancholy.

"You are fine."

Fang Xing finally praised and affirmed Li Ermao.

Li Ermao seemed to know what Fang Xing was worrying about. He said seriously, "Teacher, don't worry, I don't want to be an official..."

Fang Xing was a little surprised, and then he was relieved: "Ma Su is calm, but you are a city. There is some overlap between you, but I will not do anything deliberately. You have to work hard by yourself, walk your own way, and don't go crooked... "

This is Fang Xing's attitude: I will not care about the differences in abilities between you, will not deliberately help anyone, and will not deliberately suppress anyone.......

The most important of these are the last three words.

Don't go crooked!

This is a warning, and it can also be understood as a warning.

Li Ermao's heart stunned, and he hurriedly said, "The disciple knows that he is great, so he must go the right way."

"The so-called right way and wrong way are just between thoughts, and desire is the ruler. I hope you can keep your original intentions in mind and strive for the future of Daming."

How many disputes in the power field. How much conspiracy, how much entanglement, will eventually sharpen a good person into an old ghost.

Fang Xing knew that his disciples would eventually become old ghosts, he just hoped that they would have more stance.

"It's a politician who doesn't have a stand and a correct goal, a shameful politician."

Fang Xing was about to educate Li Ermao again, but saw Yiqi Benz coming over.

"Master, the eldest master and the third master are here."

The knife was obviously a little confused, but Fang Xing was very calm.

"Who brings Huanhuan?"

Fang Xing strode over, and the knife dismounted and followed Li Ermao, saying, "Young Master and that important brother."

"Well, I also had the day when I became a daddy..."

When we arrived in the camp, many soldiers had already been surrounded by the big tent, and when Fang woke up, he smiled a little gloating.

The cry of the child came from the big tent, somewhat miserable.

Wang He greeted him and said, "Uncle Xinghe, your third son...want a nanny?"

"How old is the child?"

Fang Xing angrily yelled at the person in front of him, and then went into the big tent.

The important brother was coaxing Huanhuan, and when Fang woke in, he got up and said, "Master, the child is a little scared."

Huanhuan was sitting on Fang Xing's bed and howling, potatoes coaxing on the side, one child and one child, the picture was very coordinated.

Fang Xing walked to the bed and squatted down, watching Huanhuan with some redness in his eyes, and kept watching.

Huanhuan's eyebrows are very delicate, this is the appearance of Mo Chou.

However, his nose and mouth look awake, some babies are fat and cute.

When the cute child is howling, it is a magic star to an adult.

Huanhuan was watched by Fang Xing, and gradually stopped crying, then hiccuped, and the father and son stared at each other blankly.

Tudou looked at his younger brother from the side, a little worried that Fang Xing would clean him up.

As he grew up with Ping An, Fang Xing kept instilling a point of view: men cry less, and women cry more often.

So Tudou and Ping'an seldom cry after they are sensible, and occasionally they wake up without frowning, but afterwards they will carefully tell them about the responsibilities and obligations of men ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and the character they need.

This is the inheritance, the inheritance of different content in each family, and then shape generations of Chinese people.

This is also the foundation. It is passed on from generation to generation. With the integration of marriage and other forms, various concepts are mixed and gradually merged, and gradually form universally recognized values ​​and morals...

After all, Huanhuan was still young. Although he was a little afraid of his father, he wanted his brother and potatoes to be there. The only thing he saddened was that he was far away from his mother.

Seeing that he was about to choke, Fang Xing picked him up easily and said, "It's fun here. Your eldest brother is their first time here. Here you will learn how to be a man..."

He hugged Huanhuan and walked out of the big tent. The soldiers had been dispelled by Wang He long ago, and the outside was very quiet.

"Look at these, you like to find ants, there are many here, your elder brother can take you there."

"Big Brother..."

Huanhuan looked at Tudou on Fang Xing's shoulder and shouted pitifully.

Tudou looked at Huanhuan tangledly, and wanted to ignore it, but couldn't bear it, so he leaned in and said in a low voice, "Father, let me play with Huanhuan."

Fang Xing put Huanhuan down, squatted on the ground, watching Huanhuan plunge into Tudou's arms, he couldn't help feeling that being a father was a failure.

Tudou took Huanhuan to the side, where there was a small tree, and Tudou began to look for ants under the small tree.

"Xing He Bo, what does this mean?"

Wang He has only asked this question until now, and it's already a shame.

"I was scared, so I picked up the child for fear of being harmed by someone staying in Beiping."

Wang He was startled, and immediately understood what Fang Xing meant. He said in a tangled manner: "Uncle Xinghe, who are you digging for?"

"No, those who wish to take the bait."

Fang Xing's eyes were soft, and he kept looking at the two sons playing under the tree, but his tone was indifferent.